A dazzling bloody light burst out from the altar, tearing open the night sky.
The whole Bailing Mountain seemed to be shaken suddenly and let out a silent roar. The wind was strong, sand and rocks were flying, the trees were shaking, and insects were scurrying.
Zhikarizhen walked down the mountain, his fingers changing and forming witch talismans. Wherever he passed, wisps of sinister blood mist floated out from under his feet and spread rapidly in all directions, like blood snakes scurrying and eating.
It instantly covered the hillside and swept towards the battlefield below.
Wang Ziqiao followed behind and saw the horses who were busy burning, killing and looting being entangled in the blood mist, letting out a shrill roar of pain; he caught a glimpse of the Wu clan hiding in XZ being submerged in the blood mist, and their flesh and blood exploded, turning into
The nourishment of the blood mist; in front of the bamboo building with billowing fireworks, he saw the wind worms lying in disorder around Feng Yu, their faces full of desperate sadness. The blood mist was pouring in from all directions, making sad whimpering... p>
"My people, there is no need to feel sad." Feng Yu leaned against a broken beam, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, "Sooner or later, we will all meet our final destination."
The little windworm next to him sobbed feebly, his bloody belly trembled, and his intestines flowed to the ground.
"Don't cry, my child." Feng Yu stretched out his hand with difficulty and stroked the silver hair of the little Feng Yu. "This is our destination, and it is also our journey. The wind brings us and will take us away. Don't be afraid.
, my child, let us finish this journey."
His calm voice calmed down the wind hunters. They forced themselves to get up, holding hands, looking calmly into the blood mist, and the beads in their braids made a crisp tinkling sound in the wind.
"May you and I follow the footsteps of the wind." A wind media murmured, closed his eyes, and was immediately engulfed by the blood mist.
The wind media around me shouted loudly: "May you and I follow the footsteps of the wind." Before the words could be heard, the words were shrouded in blood mist, and no bones were left.
"May you and I follow the footsteps of the wind." The other wind media chanted loudly, seeming sad and happy, and disappeared one by one into the billowing mist of blood.
Seeing the blood mist getting closer and closer, the little wind media couldn't help but tremble in his voice: "I wish... you and I... chase, follow the wind..."
"Don't be afraid. Feng Yu wanders all his life, and death can't really stop us." Feng Yu smiled and went to hold the little Feng Yu's hand, but it was in vain. The blood mist rolled over the little Feng Yu, and then pounced on Feng Yu.<
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"Master Zhi, wait a moment." Wang Ziqiao suddenly said.
Zhikarizhen drew a witch talisman with his left hand, and the blood mist stopped in front of Feng Yu. "Sir, what are you going to do..."
There was no expression on Wang Ziqiao's face: "This mediator is no longer good, let him finish the last journey by himself."
Zhi Shou was really surprised and glanced at Wang Ziqiao thoughtfully.
"May you and I follow the footsteps of the wind." The wind said with a calm demeanor, and his body became insubstantial little by little, as if it were transparent. "Ding ding dong dong -" His silver braids spread out automatically, and beads and stones fell like teardrops.
Bounce scrolling.
A gust of wind blew by, and the wind whispers disappeared. In the dim light of the night, Zhikari saw strands of silver hair floating up, like silvery dandelion seeds, flying far away with the mountain wind and disappearing into the misty sky.
"It turns out that this is the nirvana of the wind media clan." Zhikari said in a daze.
Prince Qiao nodded slightly: "According to legend, wind media are transformed into the spirit of dandelions. After death, their beliefs return to seeds and continue to travel between heaven and earth."
Zhikarizhen shook his head: "Sir, do you want to leave the last faith to Feng Yu? But at the end of the road, how can there be any faith?"
Wang Ziqiao stared at Zhikarizhen, his eyes were like electricity in a void, splitting the vast night.
"You don't understand." He turned back, looked up at the vast sky, and said decisively, "You can only show your faith when you are at the end of the road!"
Zhikarizhen pondered for a long time, then leaned over and bowed: "Zhikarizhen has learned a lesson."
"Something's wrong!" Zhiyou looked around in horror. Blood mist and murderous intent were pouring in here. The jagged rocks kept shaking, and mysterious light patterns flashed again and again.
"What's wrong?" Barley approached and asked, secretly resenting that he allowed this son of a bitch to collude with outsiders and hide so many things from his family. When he finds the opportunity, he will be chopped alive.
"This is like the Zhuyou Blood Sacrifice Formation secretly passed down by the Tianhuang Ancestral Court, plus the eight formations and two formations are combined..." Zhiyou's face twitched and he looked around hastily, "This is going to trick all of us to death.
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"The secret of the ancestral court?" Barre was confused when he heard it. The ancestral court is the honorific name for the hometown of the Tianhuang Witch Clan, but the two parties have long since broken off. Who knows the secret of the ancestral court?
"Sir, noble Lord Wu Qi, stop fighting!" Zhiyou screamed, "Sir, we have to find a way to escape first, otherwise no one will be able to leave!"
Wu Qi's pupils shrank, his peripheral vision was obscured by the vast blood mist, and the mountains in the distance were hidden and difficult to distinguish. He knew something was wrong, but Sun Hu was stalking him like crazy, and Ma Hua was chasing after him one after another, without any help at all.
He had a chance to breathe.
"Boom!" Sun Hu swung the flaming red copper stick and slammed it down again, ignoring the sword edge that stabbed his chest.
"Ding——" The tip of the sword broke through the vine armor and hit Sun Hu's hard chest, piercing a blood spot and unable to penetrate further. The tip of the sword took advantage of the momentum and rebounded, arriving first, just in time when the flames were red.
When the copper stick fell, it twisted bit by bit, causing the stick to become crooked.
Two Ma Hua had rushed from behind, punching and kicking, causing Wu Qi's sleeves to flutter. Wu Qi slipped on his feet and cut between the two Ma Hua. With a backhand slash of his long sword, he cut off the throat of one Ma Hua. The sword
The light spins through a graceful arc and pierces into the heart of the other horse.
By the time Sun Hu swung his stick and swept again, Wu Qi had already jumped up, and the long sword changed more than ten times in mid-air. Dots of cold light seemed virtual and real, hesitating and shrouding Sun Hu's vital parts.
"Give it all to our family!" Sun Hu roared wildly, shook the flaming red copper stick, and his eyes burst out with a bloodthirsty and crazy light. If he didn't risk his life, all the clan members would be finished.
The horses jumped up one after another, kicked in a series, and a dense shadow of legs chased Wu Qi. Sun Hu ignored the changes in the sword light and rushed forward with his stick, and the burly giant ape Faxiang also collided with him.
The impact was fierce and fierce. Wu Qi was unwilling to block it, but the horse-shaped leg figures came from behind. He had to abandon all changes, strike the stick with the long sword, and fight without any tricks.
Note.
The sound of the clash of sticks and swords was like thunder. Wu Qi's arms went numb and his chest felt tight. But he reacted very quickly, flipped back in the air, and the long sword circled like wings, killing two horses in an instant. Then he accelerated suddenly, like a rolling stone.
Falling downward quickly, escaping from the shadow of Ma Hua's legs.
Several Ma Hua immediately pounced on him, Wu Qi straightened his waist and legs, and raised his head upside down. His long sword shed a fan-shaped cold light, protecting himself from the wind and rain.
Sun Hu stood motionless, watching eagerly. The flaming red copper stick moved indistinctly with Wu Qi's body, as if the attack had not been struck or the shot was about to be fired.
Wu Qi felt something in his heart. He was tightly locked by Sun Hu's mental power. Once a flaw was revealed, he would be struck by a shocking blow. He could only leave some remaining strength and did not dare to kill other Ma Hua with all his strength.
I regret that I have never cultivated the Dharma of Sword Dao, otherwise how can I be afraid of group attacks? It’s just that the Dharma of Sword Dao is different from that of Shu Dao and Martial Arts. Only by refining the heart of the sword can one realize the Dharma by oneself, and it has nothing to do with the realm of magic power.
"Zhiyou, who is the one who set up this bloody formation?" Barei watched the blood mist rise and fall in the distance, with each wave getting higher and higher. He couldn't help but feel scared. He looked at the flawless clone Sun Hu, and secretly retreated.
Meaning.
"Who else could it be besides the turtle son Wang Ziqiao you invited?" Zhiyou pointed at Barre and shouted angrily, "You're a fool, you've screwed us up!" p>
Prince Joe Barre was dubious. Now was not the time to care. He glanced at Wu Qi again, suddenly turned around, and ran towards the other side of the hillside.