Looking at the embarrassed Chen Guanzhu, Tu Kun grinned and said, "'Xiao Huitian, the jade amulet can still be used. Come in quickly. We are going to rescue that unlucky little carp."
Most of his skills were taught by Xuanmu, including the Huitian Talisman, which has the reputation of "the power of returning to heaven".
Xuanmu was inconvenient to refine the Earth Talisman himself, so after teaching him, he wasted countless rare materials and received countless mocking looks from Xuanmu.
Tukun tried his best to refine a simple version of the amulet, but Xuanmu insultingly named him the "Little Huitian Talisman", saying that he used top-notch materials to refine a junk and shoddy product, which was "too weak to save the day".
My butt feels so irritating.
Tukun was so angry that he almost broke up with Xuanmu, who had a poisonous mouth as if he had a nest of venomous snakes. If he couldn't beat him, he would have to beat that guy all over the ground.
Later he found out that the Huitian Talisman was a sixth-level talisman. It was not something he could refine when he was only at the fifth level. Moreover, he was particular about the materials used. The bullshit materials Xuanmu gave him could only be used to refine the fifth-level talisman at most. He was beaten.
Qian Dao's Xuanmu pit was very miserable, and he was also very angry.
Now that I think about it, it is full of shadows and aftertaste.
I don’t know how well the scammer boss can live in the upper world? It’s hard for such a cheap person to get along without any skills.
Chen Qingqiao rushed to Zhang Guanzhu's side with both hands and feet. He suddenly felt relaxed. The hellfire wrapped around his body melted away like ice and snow, making a "chichi" sound and splashing countless twisted fire wires, which were as bright as fireworks for a short time.
He suffered two consecutive blows, and was exploded by a close-range burst of the fourth-level thunder bead. Although he had the amulet to resist most of the power, he was still stunned and suffered some injuries. Hearing the viewer speak out in time, he
Use the huge force of the explosion to turn and escape from the three people.
I still have lingering fears. There is no point in this damn place. Being surrounded is the only way to die.
He has only been in the early stages of recovering to the golden elixir realm for a few days, and he hasn't even been able to refine a sword in his hand.
He touched the protective jade plaque hanging at his waist. The fifth-order earth crystal inlaid in the middle showed a crack. About 30% of the energy contained in it was consumed. He held the old magic sword in his right hand and followed closely.
Behind Zhang Guanzhu, protect the direct rear, and leave the back and flanks to your companions.
Zhang Wenfeng, who was flying in front, drew his sword again and slashed at a middle-aged man with gloomy eyes who broke into his sight more than twenty feet away.
He silently recited the salvation scriptures, and his invisible mind power spread, resisting the pressure of the ghost mist, and his merit consumption was suddenly reduced by 20 to 30%.
A loud bell-like sound of Sanskrit chanting came from the distance. It was the three great monks who told the direction in this way.
By the time Chen Qingqiao raised his sword for the last time, the middle-aged man had been killed on the spot by the three men in one coordinated attack. There was no splash, and the protective treasures on his body collapsed into slag.
Chen Qingqiao's eyelids jumped wildly.
The cooperation was so tacit that the three of them performed siege, defense breaking, and killing in a simple and clear manner, yet they were invincible.
The ghost mist spread five miles outside the city. The mortals who lived in the city saw the momentum of the gods fighting and hid in their houses according to their usual experience. However, this time they did not have the good luck before, and they had no future.
Mortals who breathed in the mist showed silly smiles on their faces, fell to the ground with eyes wide open in bliss, and the flesh and blood on their bodies melted, flowing and seeping into the ground, and soon only bones were left.
The fog continued to spread to the distance of the island. The first-level and second-level monks in the fog struggled to sit down and tried to resist for a while. The final result was no different from ordinary people, turning into withered bones sitting cross-legged.
The injured third-level monks in the ruins of the city saw such a horrific scene. They were frightened and wanted to escape, but most of them were unable to escape. More and more sinister hellfire was wrapped around their bodies. They did not know where to go amidst the wails of the wronged souls, and finally collapsed in pain.
Holding his head with both hands, he rolled over and died, becoming the blood food sacrificed by Old Monster Xue.
The underground cave in the northwest corner of the city.
Mr. Xue, who was wrapped in a black linen robe, faced a strange statue made of countless bones and skulls. He held up a three-foot black staff, danced and muttered like a god, and was performing some kind of mysterious ritual to invite the gods.
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A river of dark red blood surrounded the bottom of the six-sided altar at the foot of the statue. As more people died inside and outside the city, the dark red blood bubbled up with large and small bubbles, rising at a speed visible to the naked eye and flowing slowly.
Countless twisted shadows, in the blood
Ups and downs in the river, howling silently.
The battle above the ground was in full swing, and Old Monster Xue was too distracted to pay attention to it.
He has been planning for hundreds of years, collecting countless dead souls, and the living souls are enshrined in the statue of the God of Destruction, so that one day he can make a comeback when necessary, suppress all the so-called protectors who came to besiege him in one fell swoop, and turn them into obstacles on his way to promotion.
Bones and energy, friend or foe alike.
The mortal souls of the Wandering Island for hundreds of years have all sunk into this altar with ulterior motives.
In the mist of ghosts above, Zhang Wenfeng led three people to catch up with Yang Shuilan, who had just met Xiao Ni'er. Three men in different costumes were besieging Xiao Ni'er, who was in danger. Dozens of dragon louse puppets surrounding Xiao Ni'er had already been killed.
There was not much left, the water flow around her body was broken into countless pieces, and her protective jade token was covered with vertical and horizontal cracks.
When the three men saw so many reinforcements coming from the opposite side, the young man at the head shouted: "Back off first!"
Xiao Ni'er, who was covered in blood and was willing to suffer losses, shouted: "Don't leave, just eat a forkful of my aunt!" She raised her hand and threw the three-pointed harpoon.
The three people who retreated each handed out a sword, and the shadows of the swords loomed longingly in the mist.
With two "ding-dong" sounds, the harpoon was delayed by the sword light and then knocked away. A sudden sword light slashed at Xiao Ni'er who was rushing forward.
Yang Shuilan waved her right hand lightly, and there was a wave of water where the sword light passed. "Dang!" She took the opponent's insidious sword attack and shouted: "Come back!"
Zhang Wenfeng took action. He recited scriptures silently and used the "Nourishing Life Spell" magical power. Green mist appeared out of thin air and fell from the sky. It violently collided with the mist of ghosts within a hundred feet, evaporating surging white air and sweeping away the invading threads of hellfire.
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The three people trying to escape into the mist were completely exposed in the air.
They have tokens given to them by Old Monster Xue, which allows them to come and go freely in the ghost mist and not be attacked by hellfire.
At this moment, the ghost mist they relied on was suddenly broken. The three of them were in disbelief and stunned for a moment. When they reacted, sword energy, thunder light, water swords, earth flames and other attacks rushed towards them.
What made them feel horrified was how densely the sword qi transformed into threads, intertwined to form a simple formation, which had trapped them in a huge cage. Their escape route was cut off and they could not move forward. The three of them waved their swords to resist with all their strength, and their bodies flashed with light.
Someone shouted: "Mr. Xue, close the fog quickly, we can't hold it for long."
The situation was reversed in the blink of an eye. The six people attacked the three people trapped in the sword formation, attacking more and less, with indescribable pleasure.
Xiao Ni'er screamed and used all kinds of talismans and magic weapons. There were endless treasures on her body. She was so embarrassed and passive before, but now she felt so full and hearty. The feeling of retribution in this world was so damn good.
"Thieves, if you scream your throat out, that old guy can't save you, just accept your fate!"
Xiao Ni'er was so excited that her eyes flashed blue.
She forgot about the pain before her scar healed, because the three guys trapped by the viewer's sword array were in more pain than she was!
The viewer concentrates on controlling the Xuanyuan Sword and uses the Muyi Sword Formation in the "Five Covering Sword Formation". This is a rare opportunity for actual combat.
When spring comes to a dead tree, life continues.
No matter how many sword threads were broken by the three people who slashed with the sword regardless of the damage, he was always able to repair and replenish the sword threads that blocked the three people's path at the right time without hindering the frontal attack. The micro-control in this was his
Day after day, I hold my sword by the stream and figure it out, the result of cultivation.
Cultivate a sword for a thousand days and use it for a while.
When the ghost mist takes over, the green mist disappears and closes again.
The three of them were covered in rags and reached the end of the road. The young man at the head knew that he was unlucky, so he laughed and shouted: "Jackal, don't work for Old Monster Xue anymore, it's not worth it, leave quickly."
The sword threads were like a waterfall, surging around them and completely submerging the three of them.