The Golden Spirit's Sky-opening Slash was used for the first time in actual combat. The reed-shaped golden blade shook straight towards the sky. Due to its extremely fast speed, a afterimage was left in the air. As soon as the Golden Blade touched the Qingluo Umbrella, it burst out with dazzling golden light, submerging everyone in the sky. The monks present had a shallow cultivation level and could not look at the white light, so they could only hide their eyes and avoid it. Then a rumbling thunder filled people's eardrums. After the golden light passed through the Qingluo Umbrella, it pierced the sky, drew a bright white thin line in the sky, and finally disappeared completely.

A dead gray sew appeared on Shangguan Luoyu's already pale cheeks, and a bright red blood oozed out from the corners of his lips and flowed on the long gown on his chest.

"The Qingluo umbrella was penetrated."

Shangguan Luoyu's dry lips trembled slightly, and his heart seemed to have been penetrated with a hole. The Qingluo umbrella had been trained as a natal object by him. A hole was poked by the golden spirit, and his divine consciousness was naturally damaged. For him, this umbrella also meant the inheritance of the master. He had originally forced the spirit Yuan and used the dawn divine light to be exhausted. Shangguan Luoyu, who was almost dead in the light, was severely injured again, and the situation was extremely critical.

In fact, the loss of divine thoughts and spiritual essence is nothing to a great monk like Shangguan Luoyu who has entered the Nascent Soul realm with one foot. At most, it takes a few years to recover from the jing mind, but the fatal one is that Shangguan Luoyu's life is gone. This Qingluo umbrella is too important to him, and it has risen to a kind of obsession. Generally speaking, people who practice practice have obsessions. Some people have obsessions with a certain magic weapon, just like Shangguan Luoyu, and some people are obsessed with something, both of which, but not necessarily all bad things. For example, when people who are obsessed with this magic weapon, the power they show is much greater. Some people have obsessions with revenge, and they will never go against it, and most of them can achieve their goals. However, too deep obsessions are ultimately obsessed with demons, which is an unchanging truth.

At this time, Zhou Heyang had already escaped from the illusion array. In his horror, he saw that Shangguan Luoyu's god se was depressed and his seal hall was dark. He had some signs of falling. He hurriedly took out a white jade porcelain bottle from the Naxu Ring, took off the bottle plug, poured out three yellow pills, and stuffed them into Shangguan Luoyu's mouth.

The monks of Qinglong Camp had already stabilized their positions at this time. Although everyone was still feeling a little frightened on their faces, the habits of years and years made them calm down quickly. They knew that this was the way to save their lives in chaos. Chen Yunsheng's magic trick was used, and he devoted his last ray of divine thoughts to activate the ice formation with all his strength. A ray of white light appeared in the translucent ice surface of the ice lake. Looking down from the sky, it seemed like a full moon was hidden in the mountain pass. There were good people in later generations, but when they saw the scene of the current ri, they named this lake Lengyue Lake, so that millions of years later, these monks who fought with their lives had long been forgotten, and the name of Lengyue Lake has been passed down.

Tens of millions of ice cones were from all directions, even under the heads of the monks of Qinglong Camp, and the sharp tips of the cones were flashing cold and cold, which made people shudder. The monks of Qinglong Camp sacrificed their respective defensive magic weapons according to the team's organization. In an instant, the sound of ice and magic weapons colliding sounded back to the top of Frost Mountain. Although the ice cone could not be damaged immediately, due to the large number of ice cones, the magic weapons of the monks were uneven. In addition, some people had limited spiritual energy, and there were always monks who were pierced by the ice cone. For a moment, the sound of defeating Ge was endless.

Zhou Heyang waved his hand and cut off two ice cones and roared: "The children of Qinglong Camp obeyed the order and attacked the monk in the center of the Ice Lake. Only when we took him down can we have a way out." Even if he didn't say it, many monks had already tried it. In an instant, various magical instruments exuded colorful light and hit Chen Yunsheng.

Chen Yunsheng looked at the colorful killing weapon that was coming from the sky, and smiled bitterly. With his current situation, even if he had run away with all his might, he could not avoid all the attacks of magic weapons. Fortunately, Jin Lingshou was quick and quick. He picked up Chen Yunsheng with both hands, turned into a ball of golden light and disappeared into the lake. His golden escape technique had been practiced to the point of perfection, and he did not need to make tricks. He was best at avoiding the opponent's attack during battles. If Gu Jian had this ability, he would not have wasted ten substitute puppets before killing Zhang Dameng.

The monks in the woods on the lakeside have been adjusted. With Ye Chuanyun's order, thousands of thunderbolt arrows were swept towards the monks of the Qinglong Camp in the air. Faced with the faster and more powerful thunderbolt arrows, these monks' defense methods seemed much more fragile. Even if some monks had some defensive talismans, their grade was not high, and they were difficult to withstand the puncture power of the thunderbolt arrows. Those low-level defensive magic weapons were even more vulnerable, and were penetrated by the thunderbolt arrows like eggshells. The monks in the Qinglong Camp suffered heavy casualties, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen monks died on the spot.

The flying sword in front of Zhou Heyang turned into a green dragon, and shaking his head and attacked the monks in the sky in the dense forest. There were already countless fireflies bursting out from the head and body of the Qinglong in the thunderbolt arrows. The sound of ding dong sounded throughout the sky, but it could not shake the Qinglong. The monks of the Qinglong Camp rushed to the dense forest while urging their magic weapons to attack the dense forest.

Ye Chuanyun let out a long roar, and the soul-chasing sword drew a white flash and rushed towards the aggressive Zhou Heyang. At the same time, a huge pentagonal shield suddenly appeared in the sky above the dense forest. The shield was flashing with a Tai Chi pattern. Although it was made of a green sequoia, a trace of metallic luster was revealed. The green dragon hit the shield in the blink of an eye. The green wood shield was hit and flew back a few feet. Ye Chuanyun bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood. The green light on the shield was flourishing. The spirit stones inlaid on the five corners suddenly emitted five different lights, and the green wood shield's tendency to retreat was slightly curbed.

Ye Chuanyun waved his left hand forward, and seventy-two blue flying swords shed, and rushed straight to the Qinglong Camp monks opposite. These seventy-two bamboo leaf swords are a set of top-grade magic weapons that Ye Chuanyun has refined in recent years. The blade is like a bamboo leaf, and the array patterns on it are very similar to the patterns of bamboo leaves. It is elusive and has extremely fast speed, making it an excellent weapon for sneak attacks.

Zhou Heyang hurriedly flashed and dodged the Soul-Chasing Sword. At the same time, he kept his hands and handprints. In an instant, a yin wind rippled deep in the dense forest, and the wind was filled with blood. After a while, a dozen four-legged monsters with fangs suddenly appeared in the dense forest. These monsters looked like crow wolves, but their size was much larger than ordinary wolves, and their mouths were not as long as wolves, with a thick red light in their eyes, and their black hair was mottled, making them look particularly fierce.

Ye Chuanyun thought it was not good. Could this person have been able to do spiritual skills? Spiritual skills are a category of Taoist techniques. There are very few people practicing, and the magic tricks they practice are difficult to find. Generally, the monsters produced by spiritual communication are not creatures from the world, and many of them are yin ghosts, dead souls, etc. People who practice this technique are often called the name of destroying the balance of the world and are despised by many practitioners.

More than a dozen ferocious beasts rushed towards the monks of the Tianqiong Sect like crazy. Because these beasts were too fast and the woods covered a lot, the crossbowmen of the Tianqiong Sect could not aim at the target. There were many thunder arrows, and only three or two hits. The three ferocious beasts that were pierced through their bodies instantly turned into a ball of ashes, leaving no trace left behind.

These ferocious beasts were extremely sharp to deal with the qi-training cultivators. In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen monks from the Tianqiong Sect died under the claws of the beast. The remaining monks of the Tianqiong took off their magic weapons and flew into the air to avoid the beasts. However, this gave the Qinglong Camp monk a chance. These people were furious by the mindless chaotic cultivators just now, but they had nowhere to vent. Now that they found the initiator, they naturally went crazy and rushed to kill. Although Ye Chuanyun's bamboo leaf knife restored some decline, the Tianqiong monks had too shallow cultivation after all, and there were few thunder arrows left after several rounds of fire, and heavy casualties were inevitable.

Chen Yunsheng, who was resting in the dense forest on the other side, stood up suddenly. Although most of the spiritual energy around him was still alive, his spiritual consciousness was almost exhausted, and even the Piercing Cloud Boat could not control it. Even his only spiritual consciousness stimulated a trace of spiritual energy, opened the Void Ring, and barely summoned the swords of the dragon and phoenix. When he wanted to step forward, he suddenly saw forty-nine monks flying from the sky to the south. The armor of these monks was stained with more or less blood, and some of them were even bright red in half. Their hair was scattered and their eyes were burning. The leader was a white monk, who was very young, but had a hundred steps of majesty. His right chest was covered with a thick white cloth, but the blood had penetrated the layers of white cloth, and it seemed that the wound was very deep.

Chen Yunsheng's eyes were lit. This person was Gu Jian. Behind him were the forty-nine monks from the Heavenly Palace. It seemed that they had wiped out the White Tiger Camp and rushed to help the war in Huishuang Mountain.

Zhou Heyang and Ye Chuanyun had completely different attitudes towards the appearance of Gu Jian. Ye Chuanyun suddenly felt that the Soul Chasing Sword was a little lighter and that it was more satisfactory to sprinkle. Zhou Heyang's mood became heavier. He knew that the White Tiger Camp had been slaughtered, and that it was led by the Nascent Soul Cultivator. Even if Zhang Dameng was not good, he would be hundreds of times stronger than himself. It seemed that this battle would be difficult to win.

Gu Jian led the forty-nine monks to fly fast, and moved towards the battlefield at a slow speed of almost uniform speed. Just as they were about to reach the sky above the battlefield, Gu Jian waved his hand to signal everyone to stop moving forward. He took out something from the Naxu Ring and held it in his hand. The monks behind him also held a round object. Gu Jian's left arm wheel was round and threw the thing over. The monks of the Heavenly Court made the same trick, and forty-nine balls were smashed at the monks of the Qinglong Camp, without glory or spiritual energy. It was obviously not a magic weapon or a magic weapon.

The monks fighting on the battlefield retreated to the side, and even the dozen wild beasts stopped biting and stared at the things falling in the sky curiously. The master of Zhou Heyang's late stage Jindan had already pounced on the things falling in the sky. His spiritual consciousness was like a big hand, wrapping the round thing thrown by the Gu sword, and instantly a scene appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"This is a human head. This man has a pair of ring eyes, a lot of flesh on his face, and his skin is hard and elastic. He must have been a body refining cultivator during his lifetime. His bloodline is very thick and his cultivation seems to be very profound. This... this is Zhang Dameng's head!"

Zhou Heyang's black se's pupils contracted rapidly, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing he had ever seen in his life. Next, all the monks of the Qinglong Camp knew what was falling in the sky. Those heads of those who were clearly the best cultivation in the White Tiger Camp were the heads of five Jindan monks.

Morale is very strange. When he has him, he can defeat the strong with his weak. When he lacks him, even the powerful army is irresistible. Besides, the Qinglong Camp in front of him is definitely not a good match.
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