The Waste of the Water

It was still that distant perspective. The third time the dragon, which was thousands of feet long, appeared through the clouds and fog, and the giant body swung, which was a rush that shook hundreds of miles. But it was actually struggling in the blue sky, continuing the situation ahead. It had reached the final stage. There were cracks everywhere on the body of thousands of feet long, all caused by the attack of the figure suspected to be the Haodian Sword Immortal.

This is not the first time Yu Ci has seen this, but this time it is different from the previous one.

Inexplicably, a strong dizziness came. Yu Ci instinctively wanted to resist, but his weak soul was very disrespectful. When internal and external combat was interfering, his eyes were dark. When the light came in, there was already a whistling wind in his ears and a thunder sound rumbling. When he opened his eyes again, his already familiar perspective had turned upside down.

In front of me was a mountain piled up with thick scales. The edge was like a knife, but there were several cracks in between. Blood was like a fountain and waterfall, pouring down, and golden light was seeping inside. The hot heat was like boiling oil, extraordinary, but the smell of blood did not diminish at all. In a blink of an eye, he was covered in his head and face, and the vitality of heaven and earth was burning like burning, and his skin was even squeaking.

He snorted miserably, but fortunately his mind was still spinning around. He understood that in the blink of an eye, the perspective of the distance was over, and he was "thrown" to the place where the Tianlong and the Sword Immortal were fighting. The moment he realized, the pressure outside suddenly increased by countless levels! At this moment, he felt that he had been compressed into a tiny point, which was almost completely wiped out.

"This is an illusion!"

Yu Ci's mind must be clear. He knew that there must be something wrong with the clouds in front of Haochuang's house: there should be some illusions, or like Wuyingtian, born from the thoughts of the sword immortal, with mysterious and unpredictable power.

No matter what, the power inside must work through Yu Ci's soul. Before, Yu Ci's spirit was full of energy and had some injuries, but it did not move. It was also protected by the true form of the dragon. He was quickly alerted when he was caught in Dao'er several times, but now, after fighting against the thing in the "Crown of Trees", he was in the weakest state. If he was weak, he would all be sick. Finally, the power in the clouds was invaded into the soul and acted heavily.

Yu Ci tried hard to maintain his mind, but now he was in the trap, and every move was involuntary. Such a stubborn resistance would only bring greater pain.

"To die? Don't joke!"

Yu Ci didn't believe that he would die here in a grievance, and Xuan Huang could not use this method to kill him. As soon as he thought of this, his spiritual platform suddenly became clear: If there was no murderous intention in the clouds, what would be the benefit of him resisting like this? The saying "The extreme will be humiliating, and the strong will be easy to break" is not just a saying.

Facing the sword immortal's resignation, as a junior, you should always have the minimum politeness.

Yu Ci realized for a moment that he would not resist the effects of illusion and relax his whole body and mind. This was equivalent to laying down his own barriers. The vast power instantly passed by, and it was like an electric shock to move his body and shaking his mind. Whether it was the Tianlong or the Sword Immortal, his image became much clearer, and his pressure became even more like a mountain falling, ten times higher than before.

But this scene is just a background. What is really manifested is a series of magic tricks, with vermilion red color, like fire and blood. The rows are neatly arranged, each of them is like a big bucket, and the edges are even more golden and red light flowing brightly, engraved into the mind, and then disappear without a trace.

The feeling of invading the mind and deeply engraving it finally made Yu Ci understand. This illusion is indeed not about hurting him, but forcing him to understand, understand or even learn a magic trick from the image of the battle between the dragon and the sword immortal. There is no doubt that the magic trick comes from the big red yarn he grabbed from the clouds. Yu Ci has already thought of the name for it, and it is called the dragon-slaying and the storm, which is just a bit together with Bai Ling and the Ten Yins. Maybe in the other time, Yu Ci will be very interested in learning such a shocking method that can kill dragons, but now... "Learn to kill Gods and Stories?"

So it's the year of the monkey and the month of the horse?

"The barrier of the sword garden is wide open, and people outside are flocking in. What's going on here?"

The old man who walked over came carried a long sword in his hand, combed his white hair into a bun, with wide robe and big sleeves, and slowly walked towards him. He scolded him on the head. The three of Huaxifeng were both surprised and happy, and then lowered their heads and said, "Uncle Yu."

Uncle Master? The three generations of disciples of Li Chen Sect?

After hearing the name of Huaxi Peak and others, the elites of the Demon Sect on the periphery were shocked. If a monk with Bu Xu's cultivation level really came, the old Taoist could kill them to a great loss. At that moment, they looked back and saw the visitor, and the few who were well-informed, they all breathed a sigh of relief:

"It turned out to be him."

Those who do not know their origins are not worried. If the energy is released, the strength limit of both sides will be roughly induced. These heroes of the Demon Sect can see that the white-haired Taoist is the upper level of the elixir. The more people with the same cultivation level here, it will not have a decisive impact on the current situation. And his half-dead appearance makes people feel more "reassuring".

But just as this part of people was slacking off, the sword blade sounded, and the old Taoist's hand was buzzing out of the sheath. The moment the sword blade touched the air, it completely lost its shape. Only the Sequin sword intent crisscrossed the garden, covering three miles in a radius, almost covering the entire Garden of No Life and No Death.

Few people thought that this old Taoist was so fierce, and he didn't care about seniority, identity, or anything else, and he would do it directly! He didn't expect that this person was obviously half-dead, but his sword intent was so sharp. With one sword, the stars in the sky seemed to have lost their color.

Wen Shifei let out a sharp roar, regardless of the old Taoist, led seven or eight masters to rush forward. He saw that Hua Xifeng ahead had a calm expression and had already drawn his sword. He exerted force with Li Hong and Wang Jiu. The sword was densely packed with energy and the qi mechanism hooked up to form a sword formation to resist the powerful enemy.

"It's far from it!"

He growled, and Wu Leisuo had already manifested himself outside his body, wrapped in a layer of black light of light and rumbled over. On his wings, one was Di Tianluo and the other was Yuan Wang from the Ice and Snow Demon Palace. This man also had a higher level of cultivation in the alchemy, and his "Jiu Ren Snow Sword" was circling the north, making a great reputation.

Three people are the main attacker, and the other six people are waiting for an opportunity to act. He wants to take advantage of the number of people, gather strength first and defeat a little. As long as the few people are left, he can trap the old Taoist for a moment.

Ruyi's plan was very good. At this time, the lightning light of Wulesuo's soul-killing light had already come into contact with the sword energy. He felt that the temperature in the garden suddenly dropped, and even bloody smell sprayed unscrupulously, stirring up the already mixed energy, causing chaos in the world.

Behind the rear, the curse of Di She had only half sounded, and then she forced her back, and finally gave her a groan. In Wen Shi, Di Tianluo was always concerned about his fellow disciples. When he turned around, his cold face changed. The aurora element flashed with magnetic storm, and his body looked like a twisted electric light, which broke away from the flank in a blink of an eye.

"It's bad!"

Wen Shifei is a very alert person. He knew that it was not good when he saw the changes of Emperor Tianluo. At this time, the vest suddenly became cold, as if a cold front was inserted. Wu Leisuo's soul-destroying lightning could not reach it. He gritted his teeth and the energy reversed. With the sound of "boom", the shuttle separated. In a body, it instantly shrank into the size of a fist, and it was transformed by the magnetic force of the lightning and ejected away.

Just a little later, the sword energy cut the soul-killing lightning in half like cutting tofu, but it could no longer grasp his shadow.

"What a demon transformation!"

The old Taoist's praise was at first in his ears, and then he quickly opened the distance. There was still Yuan Wang roaring like an avalanche when he waved his sword. Wen Shifei felt relieved and his heart burst out with blood. Earlier, his body of Wu Leisuo, which had been sacrificed to the tenth level of heaven, made a crisp sound, and it cracked from nowhere.

"Wow" a mouthful of blood was sprayed out. After going a mile away, Wen Shifei's body returned to normal size. He could no longer maintain a smile on his face, and even the blood faded away. Wu Leisuo was not his natal magic weapon, but he was also a thing that was sacrificial and refined for many years and was soaked in his heart. He would definitely not be able to escape if he suffered a severe injury there.

"Stop!"

He strongly boosted his energy and shouted to stop. The monks in the garden also cooperated, and a series of qi power collapsed, cutting off the hooked energy and temporarily stopped. Wen Shifei's eyes swept over, but his eyelids jumped twice.

The sound of the sound here was gone, and there was another person who staggered out, fell to the ground, and then stopped moving. There were two guys like this who had already corpsed in the garden, both of them. He joined fourteen people and came over, and in a blink of an eye, one-fifth of them were settled, and many people, including him, were injured.

At this time, the old Taoist slowly withdrew his sword, turned his head to see the three people in Huaxi Peak who had not had time to take action, and their snow-white eyebrows moved a few times:

"Can you see your junior brother Yu Ci?"
Chapter completed!