() But everything is too late. Even if you escape, where can you escape? A hundred miles deep, there is enough time and space to kill everyone. Zhuge Jingyu stood in the Paiyun Palace, looking at a huge jade tablet
There were spots on his face, and his face was peaceful, not like he was indulging in a feast of killing. He lightly tapped on the jade plate, and a red mark was transmitted along the jade plate to the bottom of the Paiyun Hall.
At the control center of the magic circle, three of the seventy-two Qi ruins were activated, and a pleasant sound of chimes came from the ground.
Three flame storms surged up in the south of Taibai Peak in an instant, with a height of dozens of feet. The storm swept in like a fire dragon. The monks who attacked from the front were stunned. How powerful this was, it could actually arouse several flames.
A ten-foot-high fire storm. The rainwater is constantly being burned into water vapor, and a cloud of mist rises around the fire storm. To the human eye, it looks like poetry and picturesqueness.
A dozen monks were caught in the flame storm because they ran too slowly, and were instantly turned into ashes. There were also more than twenty monks with varying degrees of burns on their bodies. Within ten breaths, the forward camp collapsed.
Fragmented. Countless light spots were scurrying around in the sky with no purpose or direction, and were eventually killed by various restrictions.
Witnessing a Golden elixir monk from the Tianping sect being torn to pieces by an invisible golden wind, with his flesh and blood flying everywhere, Cheng Guangtai couldn't care less about the mud on the ground and hid cowardly among the trees, looking up at the little bit disappearing in the sky.
The light spot. He thought to himself, "Oh my god, how efficient is this."
Chu Li frowned and looked at the defeated forward camp. Thunder, lightning, and flames greeted his eyes. A rage burned in his heart, "You actually set up a ban to yin me."
"Go thirty miles to the east on the left wing, and thirty miles to the west on the right wing. Go around this area and charge me with all your strength." Chu Li roared and gave an order to the troops at his feet.
The monks of Tianlu Sect acted mechanically according to Chu Li's orders. There were nearly 600 monks on the left and right wings. The light from hundreds of magic weapons left a firefly-like halo in the sky, like two streams of fireflies.
The river turns to the east and west sides of Taibai Peak.
Chu Li lowered the height of the disc magic weapon and faced the retreating monks in front. He waved his hand gently, and several green sword lights spurted out from the Tianling. Regardless of whether the retreating monks were from Tianlu Sect.
Whether it is a monk or a monk from other sects, all he gives is a sword.
In an instant, three people had died from the terrifying green sword light, but the monks who retreated from the front were like running water, which could not be controlled by killing a few people. Chu Li gritted his teeth, his heart pounded, and he retreated from the Naxu Ring.
He called out a big bell covered with Sanskrit characters, as tall as a person, and the diameter of the bell mouth was one foot wide.
He pointed the giant bell at the retreating monks and struck the tail of the bell vigorously. Repeated patterns on the bell body were lit up, and the silvery texture covered the bell body within three breaths. The shocking bell sounded towards the sky.
The monks who retreated from the vanguard battalion were shaken away. Seeing this, many people summoned the defensive weapons they carried with them to resist, and many even released Gang Qi to resist.
The sound of the bell was like a sound wave, which could be seen by the naked eye. The sound wave easily bypassed these people's defensive magic weapons, and at the same time repelled their body-protecting energy. The bodies of more than a dozen foundation-building monks felt like they were electrocuted.
It vibrated and finally broke into pieces.
Finally, the retreat of the vanguard battalion stopped. The five remaining Jindan monks raised their arms and regrouped, leading the remaining thirty foundation-building monks towards death directly in front. What they were thinking was very clear. They would go back anyway.
It's also death, so it's better to fight forward.
Dozens of fireflies flew toward Taibai Peak, and no flames or thunder were heard along the way. They quickly broke through the death valley of thirty miles and reached the twenty mile zone in the blink of an eye.
At this time, Zhuge Jingyu in the Paiyun Palace looked melancholy. He was really not happy about the killing. "Why are you guys back again?" He murmured to himself and clicked on the area of the second palace of the Skynet.
There was another crisp sound under his feet, which made Zhuge Jingyu curse, "Who designed the sound to be so crisp, as if killing someone is like playing a musical instrument? It's really perverted."
If Fang Minglan heard this, she would be very angry. She once consulted Zhuge Jingyu for his opinion on the sound of the opening of the Qi Ruins. At that time, he even praised it with great interest, saying that it was elegant and elegant, like a work of art.
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Wei Yong is a casual cultivator of the golden elixir and a complete speculator. This time he rushed to the front of the mountain and retreated the fastest. He felt the huge pressure behind him and rushed forward again. When he was twenty miles away, he still
He was on tenterhooks. He was flying forward when suddenly two huge ice crystals appeared in the sky, stabbing at him in the wind.
He hurriedly summoned the flywheel and stabbed at the two ice crystals. The flywheel drew a light arc and cut the two ice crystals into pieces. He felt relieved. However, the broken ice crystals did not fall and were still flying toward him in the wind.
He hurriedly took out a round shield and blocked it in the air. The ice crystals pierced the shield and made a clanging sound. Before he could feel relieved, four more ice crystals condensed in the air, which were bigger than the previous ones. They were shot towards him by the wind.
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The flywheel spun rapidly, crushing the two ice crystals. However, no matter how fast the flywheel was, or how loud the noise was, it could not crush all the ice crystals into powder. There would always be remaining ice shards piercing the shield. It only took half a day from the beginning.
A piece fell, and then it almost turned into rain hitting the banana, and the shield shone with an overwhelmed light.
Wei Yong was originally a casual cultivator, and the casual cultivators were destined to be unable to compare with the Immortal Sect that owned the Mountain Gate in terms of magical weapons. The quality of this shield magical weapon was not good at all, and it became shaky after several rounds of ice attacks.
, numerous spider web cracks appeared on the shield.
Finally, with a loud noise, the scarred shield broke into several pieces, and the ice shards cut through Wei Yong's already somewhat damaged armor until it was flesh and blood. He howled and stepped back, just in time to hit him head-on.
What happened to the other casual cultivator? He had just escaped from a gust of wind blades and was also covered in scars and in a miserable state.
While flying away, He Youzhi said breathlessly: "Those three golden elixir monks are dead and were cut into pieces by wind blades."
Wei Yong's heart sank, and he sighed: "With that bastard Chu Li behind us, and an unbreakable restriction in front of us, where can we go?"
He Youzhi hurriedly said: "If you follow me, I'll keep you alive and let's go." After saying that, he turned sharply and flew towards the dense woods on the ground.
Wei Yong's heart trembled, and a trace of doubt flashed in his mind. What was he doing down there? He turned around and glanced at the ferocious ice in front of him. He could only follow it obediently and fly down. So far, there were three full-body bodies in the forest.
The monks covered in mud lay quietly among the muddy water and wormwood, motionless, like dead things.
The turbid blood fell from the sky in the raindrops and landed on Cheng Guangtai's face. A feeling arose in his heart, "Tianlu Sect is over." There were two loose cultivators who felt the same as him, and they were both lurking.
He Youzhi and Wei Yong among the weeds.
The more than 30 monks in the vanguard were quickly shattered by the volleying wind blades and ice, and fell like dead objects in the dense forest. Blood flowed from the corpses, and eventually flowed along the small rivers to Yuanlong, which penetrated the Tianqiong Mountains.
In the middle of the river.
Chu Li watched the vanguard camp's destruction with an expressionless expression. His heart moved slightly, and a thought flashed through his mind, "This array is really not simple. Could it be that Taibai Peak is surrounded by the array from all four directions?"
At this thought, I felt a chill in my back, "Did I make a mistake in attacking the mountain this time?"
Just when I thought of this, there was a deafening sound from the west of Taibai Peak, and a large golden net was combed from south to north. The big net was ten feet high from the ground, but the upper edge was as high as fifty feet, reaching the sky.
The ground was dazzled by golden light. The giant net swept across the branches, and the lush branches were instantly cut into pieces by the golden light, and the uneven tree crown became much more even. The heavy rain poured down on the light net, splashing a layer of water mist, and the sky was full of mist.
The panic expression on the monk's face was clear. htskn Most of the three hundred monks flew at a height of about twenty feet. Seeing this situation, most of them turned around and retreated. Unexpectedly, a network of light also appeared in the sky behind them.
, a dozen monks who retreated faster were unable to dodge, and their bodies were penetrated by the light net without any hindrance, and fell into pieces from the air.
The remaining monks were like frightened birds, rushing toward the east and west sides. The two light nets became narrower and narrower. Suddenly, two walls of fire suddenly ignited on the east and west sides. Golden flames burned in the air, and chirping sounds came from time to time.
sound.
Many monks rushed towards the wall of fire because they were going too fast. They rushed out with flames all over their bodies, wailing and flying more than ten feet away, and finally turned into a wisp of fly ash. This scene shocked all the monks.
After such a struggle, a hundred monks were lost, and the remaining two hundred divided into two groups, flying into the sky and escaping underground.
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Taibai Peak, inside Paiyun Hall.
Zhuge Jingyu watched the raindrops falling from the sky, and listened to the crackling sound of the rain falling on the floor of the hall. His heart was extremely heavy. Unconsciously, a drop of rain penetrated his body-protecting aura and fell on him.
On the cheek, this is almost unimaginable for the Golden elixir monk.
He slowly stretched out his hand and brushed the huge jade plaque in front of him. An imperceptible brilliance flashed for a moment and disappeared again. There was a brisk chime sound from the ground, like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate. But when he heard it,
Zhuge Jingyu's ears were extremely noisy, and he cursed the annoying sound of the chime again. He lowered his hands and let the wind and rain wet the clothes between his sleeves.
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Thirty miles southwest of Taibai Peak.
The monk flying into the air rejoiced at his choice, "No magic circle is infinite. Flying upward can always escape death." Many people have these ideas. So many people think that when they feel cold,