Chapter five hundred and eighty second surprise attack
There was a soft tinkling sound, almost exploding against the ears.
A long knife with snowflake patterns appeared out of thin air, and the sharp claws flicked away just in time. Only then did Qi Taishan turn around and complain in dissatisfaction.
"Brother, can you stop being so stuck all the time? My little heart is so scared that I almost jumped out of my skin."
"roll!"
The indifferent Fourier didn't seem to have a good look on anyone except Xu Luo, so he comforted him softly and unceremoniously.
After these days, everyone has a clear understanding of the virtues of their companions. Qi Taishan acted as if he didn't hear it and popped out a evil-breaking charm again, and suddenly shouted loudly.
"Young Master is about to go crazy. If you have facial paralysis, please remember to follow suit. Don't fall behind!"
Before he finished speaking, his already burly figure surged again. The water and fire dragon above him kept burning the evil spirits around him, and its long red and black tail suddenly sank into Qi Taishan's body.
Qitaishan only sank as huge force surged through his body. He subconsciously let out a loud roar and rushed straight towards the center of the city.
A faint smile from the bottom of his heart appeared on Fourier's cold face next to him, but before the smile could spread, he had already disappeared.
Next, Qitaishan, who was rushing forward with his head hurriedly, seemed to have an invisible invisible blade curtain surrounding him.
No matter what direction or method those bastards from the Sky Splitting Division try to attack Mount Qitai, they will always be blocked by the ubiquitous snowflake sword at the last moment.
From the beginning to the end, Fourier never showed up again. Water and fire dragons surged above him, and the talismans and seals in Qi Taishan's hand were thrown out as if they were free of money.
Qi Taishan, who was rushing forward, was killing more and more happily, feeling that this was simply the most enjoyable battle he had fought in his life.
Qi Taishan, who was immersed in the excitement of killing, did not notice that the snowflake knives around him were faintly tinged with blood.
The blade of the blade, which was originally invisible at all, would occasionally drag long traces in the air.
Behind the two of them, on the bloody road full of stumps and broken arms, drops of blood with cold sword energy were mixed with countless splatters of Yin evil, which was inconspicuous at all.
"Junior Brother Fu, take action!"
At this moment, an ink painting about a foot long swayed down from the sky.
The lifelike landscape patterns on the scroll were directly suspended, and the lightning flints swept across Qitai Mountain and the two of them in a radius of ten feet.
All the Yin Sha from the Wei clan in this area were thrown into the air by an inexplicable force. The next moment they were greeted by blazing flames and cold sword light.
Because he was worried about his sister's Yu Miaobi, he finally rushed over after helping her lay out a protective talisman array.
She was much more attentive than Qi Taishan, and she could tell at a glance that Fourier was injured.
This girl lived up to her reputation as the number one genius in the Qihuo League before Xu Luo appeared. She struck with all her strength and cleared the area directly.
This move not only relieved Fourier's pressure, but also cleared the way forward for the two of them. It was really a deep samadhi!
Mount Qitai has thick branches and leaves, and the enemies all around rise up subconsciously as soon as the sky is clear, roaring like a Tibetan mastiff and rushing forward.
Yu Miaobi frowned slightly and was about to call out a reminder, but at this moment Fourier appeared in front of her like a ghost.
His armor was already stained with blood, but he shook his head decisively towards Yu Miaobi, and then looked towards the center of the small town with a hint of undetectable worry in his cold eyes.
Compared with these, Xu Luo's current situation is the most dangerous!
As several people had guessed, Xu Luo had quietly sneaked back to the stone palace alone when the Lingshu boat turned around.
After practicing "Tiangang Transformation" to this point, it is not difficult to manage to create a clone, but it takes Xu Luo a lot of effort to hide it from his fellow disciples.
Acting like this is not like Xu Luo likes to pretend to be a superman wearing underwear. To be honest, he still hates that character until now.
No matter how reluctant and worried he had just said, everyone understood that it was just Xu Luo trying to persuade himself.
Since it was him, the leader of the team, who made the decision this time, he would naturally have to bear the greatest danger and responsibility!
The stone palace was still extremely quiet, with strange-looking Split Heaven tribesmen coming in and out like thieves.
Occasionally, we would see unlucky people struggling or being dragged into the stone hall in a numb manner, but we never saw anyone come out alive. One can only imagine the fate of these people.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Xu Luo looked at the stone door again, it looked like an unknown beast was greedily opening its bloody mouth.
Xu Luo held his breath, and the dim green light circulated slightly all over his body. It was as if he had been exiled from this world. There was no more fluctuation in his spiritual energy, and he slowly became transparent on the spot.
After making all preparations, Xu Luo took a long breath and quietly jumped into the stone gate.
Although he had expected it in his heart, the sight that caught his eye still made Xu Luo almost unable to hold back his anger.
All the original utensils in the spacious hall were thrown all over the floor, and they were covered with a thick layer of dust. It was obvious that this messy state had lasted for a long time.
There was no blood pool or bone mountain in the hall, and there were no countless corpses. Only the ground seemed to be coated with a layer of matte, showing a strange dark red color.
The shape of the dark spots is extremely irregular, with a group here and a group there, resembling those weird abstract paintings that normal people cannot understand.
But who was Xu Luo? With a quick glance at his blood-red eyes, he realized that there was some kind of pigment dirt here. It was clearly blood scab formed by layers of human blood after it dried naturally.
In front of his eyes, people seemed to be struggling to death, crying for mercy, but all of them were cut into countless pieces of flesh and blood by the shining claws.
While the flesh and blood were still being thrown around in the air, each of the Split Heaven Clan stretched out various weird organs on their bodies and swallowed up the essence and blood inside.
Even after all the flesh and blood on their bodies had been cut off, the people on the ground had not completely given up their lives.
But it wasn't over yet. The extremely thin souls were pulled out by inexplicable force. Before they could let out the last roar of this life, they were sucked into the gourd-shaped objects.
Even though he knew that time was running out, Xu Luo still subconsciously looked around for a moment, as if he wanted to ingrain these scenes deep in his heart.
When Xu Luo was sure that nothing was missing, he turned around without hesitation, but the expression on his face became more indifferent and cold.
He looked like a ghost and headed straight towards the back hall, where the aura of the king-level weirdo clan emanated from.
The scene in the backyard was beyond Xu Luo's expectation.
Birds are chirping, foxes and rabbits are running around, rockeries and waterfalls have their own elegance, and countless bright red and purple flowers and plants are in full bloom. Compared with the outside world, it is like two different worlds.
But when Xu Luo saw this peaceful scene, he just felt sick in his heart!
Who knows how many human lives and blood are buried beneath these things?
In the pavilion in front of the waterfall, there was a middle-aged man with a kind face sitting alone drinking tea. Xu Luo did not dare to stare directly at him, he only glanced at him with the corner of his eye and quickly looked away.
But even this still aroused the middle-aged man's alarm. He raised his head suddenly and subconsciously looked in the direction of Xu Luo.
Xu Luo's heart trembled, but he did not act rashly. He suppressed the trembling subconsciously in his body, and his whole body was as motionless as a statue.
After killing a Three Flower Realm person with his own hands, he is now more and more confident. Even in the Fairyland, Wushengzhu's hidden magical power is definitely not weaker than any existence!
Sure enough, the middle-aged man glanced doubtfully at where he stood for a few times and then looked away again, but Xu Luo still stood there motionless.
A moment later, the gaze that had just been moved away suddenly came over again. This time, no abnormality was found. The middle-aged man subconsciously laughed and shook his head, picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip.
But when he put down the tea cup, there was a hint of blood stained at the corner of his mouth. The tea cup was actually filled with steaming blood.
The middle-aged man slowly took out a beautifully crafted silk scarf from his arms and carefully wiped the corners of his mouth a few times.
If this human and dog-like behavior were displayed outside, it would really look like those polite scum.
At this moment, a wisp of black smoke fell from the sky and transformed into a young man with a pointed tail. Before his body could completely solidify, the young man was already kneeling outside the pavilion.
"Elder Split-Hair, there is a situation outside..."
In a few words, the young man explained the strange behavior of Lingshu Zhou, who never came in and came back again.
"Cargo ship? Tsk tsk, these humans deserve to be reduced to flesh and blood slaves. They obviously have the best cultivation talents, but they just want to play these little tricks.
In this strange fairyland, is there anyone who doesn’t know about the existence of the begging alliance spirit boat?”
The middle-aged man known as the split-haired elder had a look of interest in his eyes, and he pondered for a moment before continuing.
"If the prediction is correct, this boat should have a lot to do with the person we are waiting for!
You ask the children to be careful. Although Patriarch Mitian and I are holding the battle this time, if it is really the disciples of the Begging Alliance, Qingren, the old immortal who protects the calf, must be there too.
Unless someone takes the initiative to offend someone without knowing his life or death, we people will never take action easily under the control of each other, otherwise it will be difficult for Tongtian Laomomu to explain.
This time, the tribe made plans two years in advance and laid a dragnet on the border of Shenmu Continent, and they had no intention of letting these human cubs pass."
At this point, the black hair on the split-haired elder's head shot up like a snake, and he wrapped it around the young man's neck and lifted him up.
Despite the young man struggling wildly in the air, Split Hair picked up the tea cup again, took a careful sip, swallowed it down his throat, and closed his eyes in a state of intoxication.
It wasn't until the young man started to roll his eyes and saw that he was about to be strangled to death that he slowly put it down and said with a gentle expression on his thin face.
"This time the clan has sent so many experts. In terms of strength, compared to the rookies sent by the Beggar Union, they are worlds apart.
If you let any of them escape like this, you can go to the Kneeling Ancestor Temple after you return!"
The young man's head was lowered, and his sharp tail behind him was tightly clamped between his legs like a dog's tail, for fear of triggering another episode of moody hair splitting.
He gasped loudly for a few times and quickly responded respectfully. He looked like he was too lazy to look at him anymore, and waved his hand to let him leave.
But at this moment, he seemed to have noticed something and raised his head sharply, but the bloody and brutal scene that caught his eyes made Split Hair, who thought he was ruthless, couldn't help but freeze on the spot.
I saw that the young man who had been submissive just now, who was also the leader of the younger generation in the Split Heaven Department, suddenly raised his head at this moment.
But the submissive expression on his face had already turned into extremely frightened. Dots of blood seeped out from the center of his eyebrows and condensed into droplets of blood. Then they flowed straight down his mouth, nose and throat, forming a line of blood...