.Chapter 435: Test in the Holy Land (First update)
“Seamless!”
The white-haired old man's thoughts were incredibly strong. With a thought, two tightly connected nets of thoughts formed in an instant, blocking Ye Chen and others before they were about to close.
Ye Chen frowned. The white-haired old man's network of thoughts was completely different from that of the Golden Wind Saint. It looked like a big net, but in fact, the grid was still covered with a thin layer of thoughts, without any gaps.
, In addition, these two big webs of thoughts are not a simple layer, but three complicated and mysterious layers. It would be fine if the three layers were superimposed on each other. However, these three layers are unique, entangled with each other, and do not exist.
connection point.
Ye Chen knew very well that it was absolutely impossible to cut through the web of thoughts in a short time. By the time he cut it, the white-haired old man would have caught up with him. Therefore, if he wanted to survive, he had to cut through the web of thoughts in advance before the two webs of thoughts were closed.
Breaking through and taking one step too slowly will lead to a dead end.
Thinking of this, Ye Chen's eyebrows swelled, like diamond beads, and the prototype of the sword in the sea bloomed with circles of light. The surging sword intent swept out like a stormy wave, wrapping Ye Chen inside and pushing him to extremely high speeds.
go ahead.
At this moment, Ye Chen's prototype sword gun was fully activated for the first time.
The Yin Demon Sect and the Blue Water Spirit Sect could never see the terror of the web of thoughts. They were also not sure that the web of thoughts could be torn apart instantly. After all, the will of martial arts was inferior to the will of swordsmanship in terms of attack, and the difference was more than a step or two.
"Yin Feng Escape!"
As a grand master, there are two secret martial arts created by Yin Demon Sect, one is Yin Demon Slaying, and the other is Yin Wind Escape. As for "making the earth the sky", he did not create it by himself, but practiced it
Inspired by the arcane martial arts of the predecessors, Yin Feng Dun, as the name suggests, is an arcane light kung fu. The Yin Demon Sect only created it in the past ten years. Although he has lost his true essence and cannot show the essence of this light kung fu, for him currently, he can
Just hurry up, there aren't many ideas left.
I saw a flash of light gray whirlwind, and the figure of the Yin Demon Sect had disappeared.
The response of the Bishui Ling Sect is no slower than that of the Yin Demon Sect. The secret light skill he performs is "One Thousand Miles of Water". You can tell that it is extraordinary from the name. In fact, this light skill is indeed extraordinary. It is only one step away from the middle-level secret.
It is at the pinnacle level among low-level mysteries.
The figure paused slightly, and the speed of Bishui Lingzong became faster and faster, becoming more and more exaggerated. It was smooth all the way, and even the eyes could not catch up.
call out!
Ye Chen led Murong Qingcheng to break through in advance. At this time, the big net of thoughts was close to closing, and a few threads of thoughts extended out from the two big nets of thoughts. When they started to close, the Yin Demon Sect cut off the threads of thoughts with one knife, and with Bishui
Lingzong rushed out side by side.
When the white-haired old man saw this scene, his face turned slightly gloomy. He could not have imagined that even with all his strength, four people could escape. If he really wanted them to enter the Holy Land through the Holy Land Teleportation Stone Gate, where would the Bolan Saint Clan's face be?
You know, it happened once a year ago.
Stretching out his left hand, the white-haired old man held it in the air.
puff!
When the two great webs of thoughts closed together, they formed a circle, completely trapping Old Man Tianying, Master Black Snake, Master Temu and others. Under their desperate eyes, the web of thoughts suddenly shrank into a ball, and several people
Crushed to death.
At this point, only four people, Ye Chen, were left among the people who came to the underground world. It can be said that they suffered heavy casualties, including all the real-life powerful people.
There is still less than fifty miles away from the mountain peak with the teleportation stone gate. In the past, the fifty miles distance was just two or three blinks of an eye for a grandmaster. Unfortunately, in the underground world, they tried their best, but they could not break through the speed of sound. It was worse.
a lot of.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…
The three of the Holy Sons of the Golden Wind were attacking Ye Chen and the four of them all the time, with blades of mind, spears of mind, hammers of mind, and violent storms covering the front. If the distance between the two sides was not too close, the chance of the four of them escaping was no more than 30%.
Even now, things are still in turmoil.
Forty miles!
Thirty miles!
Twenty miles!
Seeing that the four of them were about to approach the mountain peak, the white-haired old man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "It seems that we can't move anymore."
Hearing this, the three of the Holy Sons of Jinfeng were horrified. They did not bother to attack Ye Chen and the others, and pushed back crazily. While retreating, they arranged layers of mental barriers outside their bodies. In that situation, what would happen?
Great terror will occur.
Taking a deep breath, the white-haired old man roared loudly. A mass of invisible and material thoughts centered on him, spinning incredibly like a snowball. The scope of the storm of thoughts became larger and larger, and the rotational force became stronger and stronger.
A tornado of nothingness seemed to rise in the void, connecting the sky and the earth, spreading rapidly in all directions, sweeping across.
"not good!"
After all, the Yin Demon Sect and the Bishui Ling Sect were behind Ye Chen and closest to the white-haired old man. As soon as the tornado of thoughts formed, they felt a swallowing power sweeping over them, reducing their speed. They found that this tornado of thoughts,
It was actually the same as the tornado when it came in. The only difference was that that tornado was ten or a hundred times more powerful than this one.
"asshole!"
The Yin Demon Sect was very angry. For him, except for the supreme king of life and death, no one could force him to an embarrassing situation where he was at the end of his rope. Not even the famous grand master could do it. After all, defeat and fight
There is a big difference between the two.
"If it's on the surface, none of us need to be afraid of him." Bishui Lingzong felt aggrieved and helpless at the same time. At this moment, they responded with one sentence: a tiger falls flat and is bullied by a dog, and a dragon swims in shallow water and is bullied by a shrimp.
In the heyday of the drama, the white-haired old man was on par with them, maybe even worse.
"come over!"
The white-haired old man was not interested in the two people's frustration. He continued to overload his thoughts, and the rotation speed of the tornado of thoughts suddenly increased, making the Yin Demon Sect and the Blue Water Spirit Sect unable to move forward, and gradually retreated. Of course, the white-haired old man moved
It's also very slow.
At the critical moment, a cruel cold light flashed in the eyes of Yin Demon Sect.
The Bishui Ling Sect felt something and said in horror: "Yin Demon Sect, how dare you..."
"Why don't you dare? Two deaths are worse than one surviving, Bishui Lingzong, you die in my place." A palm print was on the chest of Bishui Lingzong, and the Yin Demon Sect advanced at high speed with the help of the counter-shock force, while Bishui Lingzong Zong spat out a mouthful of blood and was swept away by the tornado of thoughts without any suspense. He still wanted to resist, but the white-haired old man's thoughts were so powerful that he was not allowed to resist at all. He was seriously injured in a few seconds, and was immediately killed by the white-haired old man One punch exploded his head.
Seeing this scene in his eyes, Ye Chen didn't have any emotion at all. In a life-or-death situation, he would do the same thing. Of course, the premise is that the two of them don't have any big friendship.
"Don't even think about escaping!"
After killing the Bishui Lingzong, the white-haired old man looked at the Yin Demon Sect and Ye Chen again. With his thoughts, the tornado became more and more powerful. Smaller mountain peaks were swept over, shattered and disintegrated, and some rivers collapsed.
It rolled up and fell into a tornado like a galaxy.
Soon!
Soon!
Feeling that the suction force of the tornado was becoming increasingly terrifying, Ye Chen had no choice but to overload the prototype of the Sword Soul and encourage the Sword Intent to increase its speed. Fortunately, the Sword Intent was indeed a powerful weapon in increasing the speed. As soon as the suction force of the tornado was wrapped around him, he was taken advantage of.
Cutting it open gave Ye Chen more room.
Nine miles!
Five miles!
Three miles!
One mile!
There is still one mile away from the top of the mountain. Ye Chen can clearly see the patterns on the teleportation stone gate and the imprint left by the years. The Yin Demon Sect is closely behind him. The distance is no more than 150 meters. The three of them are two in front and one behind.
, a race against death.
snort!
Several miles away, through the tornado of thoughts, the white-haired old man could easily sense the three of them. He slowed down the tornado of thoughts slightly, and then suddenly increased the speed. This slowdown seemed insignificant, even unnecessary, but it could have caused
The effect is extremely huge, just like fishing. If you hold on to the fishing line, the fish will be deadlocked with you. But if you loosen the fishing line and suddenly pull it up, the fish will be pulled instantly.
Come up.
The situation of Ye Chen and the others was similar to that of Yu'er. With the clever use of the white-haired old man, their feet actually lifted off the ground, and they retreated instead of moving forward.
"The Heavenly Demon's Mahamudra, annihilate!"
A black light flashed in Murong Qingcheng's eyes, and he turned around and struck out with a palm, eliminating a full 30% of his suction power.
The Demon Mahamudra Annihilation Style can annihilate all things, but not the will. Unfortunately, thoughts are not wills. Although thoughts are many times more powerful than wills, it is precisely because of this that they are no longer pure and traceable. Murong Qingcheng directly
After breaking up some of the thoughts and transforming them into pure will, the suction power will naturally be eliminated. Of course, it is also related to the distance being too far and the white-haired old man's extended thoughts are relatively weak. After all, the gap between the two is too big.
.
With a slight movement on his body, Ye Chen seized the opportunity, ducked to the teleportation stone gate, and then led Murong Qingcheng into the teleportation whirlpool.
"You are dead. When you get to the outside world, I want you to die without a burial place." The Yin Demon Sect gritted his teeth, threw two high-grade treasures, and shouted: "Explode!"
Boom!
The high-grade treasure did not explode, but the will belonging to the Yin Demon Sect stored in it exploded. This will explosion did not pose much threat at all, but the stalemate situation was caused by the imbalance of the will explosion. The Yin Demon Sect was right.
, one high-grade treasure is simply not enough, two high-grade treasures can break the balance, and the reason why the will can explode is because the high-grade treasure has the function of storing a little will, otherwise Wuhun will explode his will.
Completely collapsed, dead and unable to die again.
Whoosh!
Not caring about the two high-grade treasures, the figure of the Yin Demon Sect flashed away and disappeared into the teleportation stone door.
The tornado of thoughts dissipated, and the white-haired old man came over with a pale face. He stretched out his hand to grab the damaged high-grade treasure, with a livid face, "I don't believe that every outsider can pass the Holy Land test. If you can't,