Chapter 5365: Circle killing, advantage of terrain
The counterattack started. Wuxianjun, Luan Qing, Youliang and other lower-level stewards lined up with only about 40 of their men, and frantically sacrificed the remaining treasures, divine talismans, and everything they could in the direction of the entrance to the Bone Burial Forest.
Enough magic weapon to attack the enemy.
In an instant, the cold wind was howling in the Hanlin Killing Formation, which was already operating at full speed, and the sky was filled with frost and snow.
The icy cold air mixed with countless residual treasures and magical talismans was thrown in the direction of the Bone Burial Forest without distinction. For a moment, the sky and the earth shook, and there was a roar.
At this time, Peng Yuqiu, who was lured into the Bone Burial Forest by He Ziming and Yuan Fei, was completely confused.
Because the terrain of Longwangkan is very strange, with mountains on its left and right sides, there is only a place about ten meters wide to enter the Bone Burial Forest.
And this forest has long been blocked by Feng Jueyu's magic array.
When He Ziming and Yuan Fei came over, Feng Jueyu activated the formation and exerted a psychedelic effect, causing He Ziming, Yuan Fei and others to turn a corner. Peng Yuqiu still didn't know that there was a trap ahead, but He Ziming and Yuan Fei had already detoured.
When they exited after a circle, they were still chasing inside, and they fell into the trap that Feng Jueyu had laid long ago.
In the Bone Burial Forest, a bloody red mist covered the sky and blocked the sun.
This kind of red mist is extremely lethal and can corrode to the greatest extent the aura released by all the defensive talismans and residual treasures on the practitioner.
Not to mention Peng Yuqiu, even a true second-turn godman carrying a divine weapon would not be able to last long. Once the defensive Gangqi magic talisman on the body is corroded, the red mist can continue to corrode the body. At first, the whole body will be covered with pus.
The cells rupture and pus is discharged.
As the red mist continues to penetrate, the body can fester and develop sores very quickly.
Therefore, more than half of the more than 160 people around Peng Yuqiu fell down as soon as they entered the Bone Burial Forest.
Because these little gods don’t have many defensive talismans on their bodies, and even if they do, they don’t have time to use them. By the time they take out the talismans, their bodies are already stained with the poison of the red mist, damaging their bodies, and they have repeatedly sacrificed to the gods and performed magical spells.
Defense will consume a lot of true divine power.
Many people were hit in a hurry, and their whole bodies were covered with bruises, ulcers, and pus and blood. They were in unbearable pain and their strength was greatly reduced. Then they fell to the ground, rolled crazily on the ground, slowly stopped breathing, and then their bodies continued to fester.
, don’t give up until they rot completely and turn into piles of white bones.
As for their flesh and blood, it all seeped into the ground, providing sufficient nutrients for the blood tumor demon tree growing in the Bone Burial Forest.
This place is a dead place. Even Xu Zhang, the lord of Tianying City, would not dare to bring people in to search for heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
For five million years, the treasures of heaven and earth that can block the bloody red mist have only grown in the depths of the Bone Burial Forest. There was a time when Xu Zhang tried every means to get some elixir that could block the blood mist, but found that
Although the effect was good, it probably didn't last long. Gradually, people took this place seriously, and it turned into a natural barrier, blocking all external enemies.
At this moment, Peng Yuqiu protected his body with a nameless pagoda, added six layers of defensive talismans to his body, and used all his strength to activate his true divine power to protect his body.
However, the red mist seemed to be all-pervasive, slowly corroding the Nameless Pagoda, dimming the artifact's light and sharply reducing its spirituality.
The little gods and one-turn gods around him were not so lucky. A large number of little gods fell to the ground, scratching and scratching, feeling extremely itchy and in excruciating pain.
The team of 160 people, more than 100 people disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the remaining little gods were either wealthy or had learned some weird magic. They could barely survive, but they were also poisoned and their lives were
Not long ago.
Peng Yuqiu screamed in anger, and when he felt the roar behind him, he knew that someone was blocking the exit. He shouted angrily: "Don't run around in there, rush out with me."
With that said, Peng Yuqiu turned around and rushed out.
But after running a few steps, he was greeted by a violent storm of attacks.
Fireballs all over the sky fell with crackling noises as if they were free, turning the entrance to the Bone Forest into a sea of flames.
"You bastard, if you have the guts, come out and fight me."
Peng Yuqiu rushed twice, but failed to rush out. He jumped in anger. At this time, the spirituality of the pagoda in his body was almost gone, and it was about to be scrapped. It made him extremely heartbroken. He wanted to put the artifact away, but he didn't dare.
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At this time, the red mist fell on him, and he could feel the cold and evil smell across the pagoda. If he put away the pagoda, Peng Yuqiu was not sure whether he would die of ulcers all over his body like other little gods.
In this case, we can only bite the bullet and rush out.
"Whoa!"
Looking back and glancing at the already crumbling team behind him, Peng Yuqiu couldn't control it anymore. If he delayed for a while, he might have followed in the footsteps of the little gods. He had to rush out first.
After thinking about it, Peng Yuqiu no longer cared about how many people would die, and headed towards the entrance.
"Bang...bang...bang..."
Peng Yuqiu rushed forward with the magic runes filling the sky. The power of the runes hit the pagoda, causing blue-grey ripples.
The ripples became dimmer each time, and the light of the pagoda also became lifeless under this constant wear and tear.
But Peng Yuqiu is Peng Yuqiu after all, and his desperate attempt to break out of the encirclement without regard to the consequences really made him fight a bloody path.
A minute later, Peng Yuqiu rushed out of the place filled with red mist. He was just relieved in his heart, when suddenly, a silvery cold light came rushing towards him.
"Whoa!"
A broken sword was slashed close to his scalp. If it were lowered three inches, his Tianling Cap would be lifted off.
Peng Yuqiu was startled, hurriedly rolled over to one side with his neck lowered and his head lowered, and he cursed smoothly: "Dear me, whoever is attacking me secretly has the guts to come out and fight Peng for 300 rounds."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sinister voice sounded behind him: "Three hundred rounds, I don't think I can even go three rounds, so die."
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of a thunderbolt piercing the sky rang above his head. Peng Yuqiu suddenly thought of something clever and used his backhand with a black iron sword energy.
"Crack!"
A deafening crisp sound echoed, and a piece of silver shovel was knocked away by the black iron sword energy. The silver shovel was wrapped with blue electric light, as if it was pulling lightning, exuding a violent aura.
Seeing the silver shovel being blown away, Peng Yuqiu's forehead was covered with cold sweat. At that moment, if he had reacted any slower, he would have died without a burial place.
But just when I was feeling lucky, my feet suddenly became weak and they sank into the mud.
"The Talisman of Trap?"
Peng Yuqiu was startled. He turned around and saw two one-turn gods on the left and right sides sacrificing talismans, and all of them were ground-breaking talismans.
This time, Peng Yuqiu was furious.
How many times have I dodged the attacks of the remnant treasures and artifacts, and finally fell into the trap of the ground-trapping talisman.
"How dare you humiliate me."
Peng Yuqiu's eyes turned blue, he roared sharply, raised his breath, and pulled his left foot out of the mud pit.
In a flash of lightning, Luan Qing suddenly fell from the sky, holding a pair of shining golden metal discs, and hit Peng Yuqiu on the head with two snaps.
"Buzz!"
Peng Yuqiu felt dizzy, and then he fell heavily to the ground, with blood flowing from his head and all over his face.
Peng Yuqiu shook his head and struggled to get up, but after trying several times, he found that he couldn't get up at all, and his consciousness had begun to blur.
This is a sign that the soul has been severely damaged.
Peng Yuqiu forced himself to calm down and use the true power in his body, but the true power that could be mobilized was very little.
"tread!"
At this time, two figures landed on the ground, it was Wu Xianjun and Luan Qing.
Luan Qing looked at Peng Yuqiu, who was lying on the ground, with a cold look in his eyes, and said with disdain: "Rampant! How rampant are you? You don't even look at where this place is? How dare you come to die."
"You... you bastards, you have the guts to fight me alone!"
Peng Yuqiu was so frustrated that he obviously had a lot of abilities, but after falling into the enemy's trap, he couldn't use any of his tricks.
If he fights alone, he is indeed not afraid of anyone, but without the protection of the pagoda and being poisoned by the red mist, his current strength may only be at the level of a minor god.
"Fighting alone? You are really shameless. You just had two hundred people, and we only had so many people. Why not fight alone? Peng Yuqiu, you are seeking death on your own. Can you blame us?"
Wu Xianjun's eyes were filled with ruthlessness, and he directly sacrificed the remnant treasure sword in his hand.
"Sister Hou, save me." Peng Yuqiu yelled at the top of his lungs.
But in the end, no reinforcements arrived...
puff!
A puff of blood spurted out from his throat, and Peng Yuqiu fell into a pool of blood with his eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace.
…
On the other side, the Beast Lord looked with gloomy eyes at the blizzard of cold killing formations in front of him, and his teeth were almost broken.
In just a short moment, all his men lost their message, and when he was about to rush in to find out what was going on, he was blocked by the sudden snowstorm.
In the blizzard, a figure could not be seen clearly. He was holding a small metal flag in the center of the snowstorm. As each spell was formed, the freezing air in the blizzard had reached a certain level.
A point where even he can't ignore it.
The Beast Lord stood outside the woods, looking at the snowstorm and said angrily: "Bold maniac, show up if you dare."
In the middle of the blizzard, Feng Jueyu held the Iron Dragon Token and looked at the Beast Lord with slightly curved lips, and replied in a clear voice: "Shanhou Lord, although I have never heard of your name, in Tianying Mountain, you are still not good enough.
To the point where you want to do whatever you want, I advise you to get out, otherwise if you enter my cold killing formation, your cultivation in this life will probably be wiped out."
Whoosh!
Not far away, Lord Beast Hou had an equally solemn look on his face.
Listening to Feng Jueyu's words, Beast Lord remained silent, but he knew that the other party was not simple.
At this time, he turned behind him and said to Huang Snake who was right behind him: "Huang Snake, where are your people? Why haven't you rushed in?"
…
At the same time, a team of four hundred people was walking on the road to Longwangkan. The leader of this team was none other than Hong Kuo from the Imperial Guard House.
"Feng Jueyu's side should have almost consumed it, right?"