Four hundred and twentieth chapters the place of absolute murder
"This sand is of a very high level..." Qin Yi couldn't help but marvel: "It's just because of these sands that the entire hall has become illusory. Then if the sacrificial refining magic weapon is used..."
"So others come here just to hunt for treasures." Li Qingjun crossed his arms: "Can you get up from the ground first before talking?"
"Ahem." Qin Yi climbed up and looked at them with an innocent face.
The two of them looked at him with a funny look. They knew that this guy was deliberately trying to explore the ground and put his hands on their shoulders at the same time, and acted cute after being beaten. They really couldn't get angry.
Li Qingjun ignored him and went to collect the phantom sand collected by the wooden man. The phantom sand was originally floating in the air and swirling around, and the quantity was unclear. After being collected by the wooden man, he found that there was quite a lot, maybe more than ten liters. This time
Even the tassels came out and he sighed: "This is really a lot. It was rare even back then. No one has opened this world for a long time..."
Li Qingjun turned his head and looked at it, his expression was quite strange. This round little ghost had an old-fashioned tone...
Liusu said again: "Young girl, wipe your spear with this sand and let Qin Yi's sacrificial fire refine it for you."
Li Qingjun was stunned: "What?"
"It can make your shot become illusive, and others can't grasp the direction."
Li Qingjun was delighted. Her marksmanship was straight forward and indeed less ethereal. This auxiliary special effect was quite valuable to her.
Li Qingjun and Liusu were playing in the sand over there, and Cheng Cheng was looking sideways at Qin Yi.
Qin Yi broke into cold sweat: "You, you go play in the sand too. This sand is very beneficial to your fox tribe's fantasy, isn't it?"
"I'm not a fox. If I'm useful, I'll be useful to my palace ladies." Cheng Cheng crossed his arms: "Don't change the subject. Who is Zheng Yunyi referring to when he said he once tried to kill your woman?"
Li Qingjun quietly turned his head and looked over.
Qin Yi was sweating profusely. You have been holding back on this issue for a long time, right?
Cheng Cheng smiled and said, "Do you mean your senior sister?"
"Uh uh..." Zheng Yunyi didn't seem to have tried to kill his senior sister, but Cheng Cheng misunderstood that it would be easier for him to explain to his senior sister, so Qin Yi acquiesced.
"So this woman refers to senior sister."
"Uh-huh……"
Cheng Cheng said in a longer tone: "Who is the witch of Da Gan?"
Qin Yi's eyes widened, it was over, he had been tricked by the vixen.
"The person he tried to kill should be the witch, which means she is your woman. And you just admitted that the senior sister is also your woman." Cheng Cheng reached out and caressed his chest: "You are very good, brother Qin Yi.
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Qin Yi wanted to cry but had no tears.
"But..." Cheng Chengxian brushed her hands and touched his face: "Is it me you saw in the illusion?"
"Yeah, yeah." Qin Yi nodded like he was pecking at rice.
Cheng Cheng had a straight face, but the secret joy in his eyes was not hidden. This peach blossom girl actually saw himself in the illusion. Not only himself, he could also accurately tell that the one in the illusion was not real, which showed that he was right.
You know your true self very well!
commendable!
Qin Yizheng breathed a sigh of relief and saw Li Qingjun standing next to him with a straight face: "So you mean you didn't see me?"
It’s over…
Qin Yi was in a dilemma. He didn't know how to respond, so he simply hugged her gun and said, "I'm helping the princess refine the gun..."
Liusu suddenly said: "Don't be fooled, he is helping you refine the gun now, and he is thinking that you will take a shot from him later."
"I'll remember you, Stinky Stick!" Qin Yi decisively crouched down with his head in his hands.
After a good beating, Qin Yi sat pitifully on the ground practicing his spear.
Martial arts weapon forging and magic weapon sacrificial refining are not the same thing, but this kind of coating with a layer of sand can also be used in the magic weapon sacrificial mode. Qin Yi's sacrificial fire is very effective for this, and the temperature is just enough.
Cheng Cheng, Li Qingjun and a little ghost sat in front of him and watched him control the fire and refine the gun, just like having a small meeting around the campfire.
They were going to spend more time away from Zheng Yunyi, so being "trapped" in this hall was a good reason, and it just allowed them to make more preparations.
On the surface, this battle became easier because of Zheng Yunyi's sudden cooperation, but in fact it may not be easy. The opponent should have hidden several Tengyun peaks. I don't know how effective Zheng Yunyi's internal countermeasures alone can be. This is
That's all, Qin Yi really isn't too worried about Teng Yun-level opponents.
The most important thing is what will happen once the main altar is opened. Even the wizards themselves may not really understand this, let alone Zheng Yunyi.
I only know that evil spirits can be summoned, and there are ways to control them. This is no problem. The problem is that this is a world that has not been opened for tens of thousands of years. After thousands of years of changes in the underworld, what will happen in a very special scene like the altar?
What unknown changes will occur? The inheritance known to wizards may not be reliable on this matter.
Many people will not think about this. Most people look like they are sure when they go to explore relevant secrets after having inheritance, and many wise men are no exception. But Qin Yi, who has a tassel, knows very well that after tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes,
The changes were so great that Liusu could no longer count the things he had seen before. How could they really determine everything by relying on inheritance?
This is a dangerous place and everything should be handled with the highest level of vigilance.
Qin Yi had been injured, exhausted, and exhausted from the previous battles. Lu Longting's sword energy had not been completely suppressed in his body, so his strength was not at its best now. As a rule, he had to take medicine, meditate, and have a good rest.
It takes a genius to recover as before. Now I can only take advantage of this break to take an elixir and calculate how much I can recover. At least I can deal with the internal injuries before talking about anything else.
In the distance, Lu Longting broke out of a secluded formation. The white sword armor on his body was somewhat torn, and he looked back panting.
This place is too dangerous, with all kinds of strange terrain, strange formations, and inexplicable machine puppets, ancient bloody and resentful souls... His strength is not at its best at this time, and the fight is quite hard.
I feel a little regretful, I shouldn't have barged in like this... But those people from the Planning Sect entered first, and others came in all at once. They Penglai Jiange couldn't just watch the things in front of their house being moved away without even ordering them.
The reaction came naturally. Thinking about it now, it was really inappropriate.
There is a feeling that I have been tricked.
My own strength is considered to be superior among my peers, but it is so difficult to fight, what about others?
How many deaths?
Especially those who ran away after the magic weapon's light... Lu Longting had a vague feeling that none of them might come back.
He was a martial arts cultivator and had no interest in that kind of magic weapon, so he didn't join in the excitement. Now that he thought about it, it was clearly a trap.
Just as he was thinking this, a person stumbled out from the direction of the magic weapon's light. He was overjoyed to see Lu Longting: "Senior Brother Lu, help me."
Lu Longting gathered his eyes and looked carefully, and in the darkness he recognized Tingfeng from the Wuji Sect, who looked terribly injured.
He frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
Tingfeng ran over panting, and when he got to Lu Longting's side, he seemed to have lost all strength and wanted to touch him.
Lu Longting moved half a step away, not that he didn't want to help. These swordsmen in white were inevitably a little aloof and mysophobic and didn't like to be in close contact with others.
Tingfeng was stunned for a moment and handed over a bead.
"What is this?"
"It's the magic weapon that was just born. Several people died fighting for it." Tingfeng said sincerely: "I'm seriously injured now. If this thing is in my possession, it will be taken away by others. It's better to give it to Senior Brother Lu.
Please seek refuge, I just want to leave this place safely now."
Lu Longting looked at the beads and hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said: "We only focus on swords, and we don't need or use such things."
He said and handed over a pill: "Heal your wounds."
Tingfeng's eyes showed a strange look, and he reached out to take the pill.
At the moment when his fingers touched lightly while receiving the medicine, Lu Longting's sword instinctively felt something was wrong, and he quickly stopped his hand, and a sharp cold light pierced out from Tingfeng's fingers, grazing his fingers with dangerous risks.
Lu Longting was furious, drew his sword and pointed: "This kind of behavior is in vain!"
I felt really scared for a moment. If he had been attacked before, my junior sister would probably be able to collect his body.
It seems that mysophobia still has benefits...
"Jiejie..." Tingfeng smiled strangely, and his whole person slowly changed. In Lu Longting's stunned eyes, he turned into a demon with long black horns and blood streaks all over his body. There was a huge gaping hole on his lower abdomen.