Chapter 312 He Is My Junior Brother

When the monk saw the appearance of the woman in white, he immediately became annoyed, and said coldly: "Junior Sister Lingyun, it was your master Qingniao who came to beg my master, and our White Dragon Sect agreed to bring you in together to seize the opportunity, but we have already said in advance Alright, after entering the Profound Realm, you will completely obey our orders and help us with your alchemy, now I ask you to make a batch of miasma-breaking pills, do you always push back?"

The white-clothed woman's face became even uglier, and she waved her hand to open the alchemy furnace, but her palms were trembling slightly.

At this moment, a Spiritual Realm disciple next to the cultivator suddenly laughed, and said to the green-faced cultivator who scolded the woman in white: "Senior Brother Qiao, have you forgotten that this Senior Sister Lingyun is also from the Qingyun Sect? ..."

The green-faced monk was slightly startled, and a possibility suddenly flashed in his heart, he lowered his face, and looked at the woman in white coldly: "Junior Sister Lingyun, in this way, you and that little devil should be old acquaintances, could it be... You want to help him?"

The woman in white bit her lip, but did not answer, she suddenly opened the alchemy furnace, put several elixir into it, and then activated the heart flame in her palm, and began to refine the elixir, the green-faced monk saw this, although his stomach was full Suspicious, but did not continue to press, but secretly ordered the two disciples to stare at the woman in white, while he continued to turn around and urge the disciple who broke the formation.

During this period, the sound of looting wind was heard constantly, from time to time, monks would come here to gather around the foggy marsh to look around, looking for a way to break the formation. Qiao Yuannian, the chief disciple of the White Dragon Sect, was very anxious, but he didn't say anything. It's just that the disciples of the White Dragon Gate were secretly ordered to guard around the passage of the magic circle. Others have not discovered this passage that can easily break through the magic circle, and they still have a chance.

As time passed by, the progress of breaking the formation gradually accelerated, and the Miasma-Breaking Pill refined by the woman in white was almost completed.

In the pill furnace, the light of the fire reflected on the face of the woman in white, revealing a trace of determination on her face.

Another half-pillar of incense time passed, and the disciple in charge of breaking the formation of the Bailongmen suddenly yelled in a low voice, and said happily: "Senior brother Qiao, live up to your expectations, two of the three formation flags in this passage have been opened, and the last one, It also broke right away..."

And as his voice sounded, a desperate wail sounded inside the magic circle: "******, why is the uncle so unlucky, if you have the ability, wait for me to make a cup of tea, as long as the cup of tea is enough, look Lord, I..."

Qiao Yuannian ignored him, and his heart turned like lightning: So this little devil can recover with a cup of tea, but it is really dangerous... Immediately raised his spiritual power, and shouted at the woman in white: "Junior Sister Lingyun, quickly bring the Miasma-Poisoning Pill!" He planned to hold the Miasma-Poisoning Pill in his mouth, rush into the foggy swamp, and blast away the last banner with his own cultivation.

Unexpectedly, at this juncture, the woman in white suddenly slapped the pill furnace open with her palm, but a cyan pill flew up in the furnace, which was copied in her hand and contained on the bottom of her tongue. The shape rushed towards the passage of the magic circle like electricity. Qiao Yuannian's face turned cold when he saw it, and he slapped it with his palm. The force of the palm turned into a rolling river, covering the sky and covering the earth.

"Qingyun locks Hengjiang with a sword..."

The woman in white let out a loud scold, swung her long sword, and cast visions in front of her.

Impressively, it was an iron lock across the long river, sealing off all incoming palm power.

The woman in white took advantage of the opportunity to fly to the entrance of the passage, grabbed the broken white dragon disciple and threw it back. With her sword across her chest, she stood in front of the passage and said solemnly: "I am here, so I won't allow it." You go in!"

Qiao Yuannian was about to go crazy, and forced him step by step, and said coldly, "Junior Sister Lingyun, do you know what you are doing?"

The woman in white said: "What you just said is correct, I do know him, he is my junior brother, and I am his senior sister!"

Qiao Yuannian narrowed his eyes, put his hands in his sleeves, and secretly circulated his spiritual power. At this time, the magic circle in the passage had not been fully opened, so others could not detect the abnormality, but he did not dare to make too much noise. I am afraid that others will discover the existence of this passage and come to fight for it. Their White Dragon Sect is only a middle-level sect, but they are not the opponents of those big sects.

"Hey... Hey, that girl outside, who are you?"

Inside the magic circle, that thief's voice sounded again, asking about the identity of the woman in white.

The woman in white held her sword on her chest, sighed lightly, and said, "Junior Brother Fang, can you no longer hear my voice?"

The voice inside said: "It sounds familiar..."

A helpless smile rose from the corner of the woman's mouth, and said: "I am Xu Lingyun, don't be distracted, and heal your wounds quickly, I am useless, I can't protect you for long with my sword alone, but I will help you Buy time for a cup of tea..."

The voice inside Wumao was slightly startled, and said in surprise: "Xu Lingyun? Senior sister Lingyun of Qingyun Sect?"

Before Xu Lingyun answered, there was a sudden commotion ahead, and the situation changed drastically.

The White Dragon Gate has been guarding this passage firmly, for fear of being discovered by others, but as more and more monks came around, many of whom were well versed in the way of the magic circle, they gradually saw some clues. In addition, Bailongmen guarded this area too closely, which also aroused suspicion. Many people have been secretly observing the changes here.

Just when Qiao Yuannian of the Bailongmen was about to attack Xu Lingyun, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "Fellow Daoist, it seems that you are very busy here. Is there anything I can help you with?"

Qiao Yuannian was startled, and when he turned his head, he suddenly saw a monk with narrow brows and eyes looking over him coldly.

Qiao Yuannian hurriedly dissipated his spiritual power, and said lightly: "Thank you, fellow daoist, we can handle it ourselves!"

The monk with narrow eyebrows snorted coldly, and said, "I suddenly feel that the magic circle here is very interesting..."

While speaking, his figure moved suddenly, and he rushed towards the position Xu Lingyun was guarding. He actually wanted to force his way to find out. Qiao Yuannian of Bailongmen was shocked, and hurriedly shouted: "Stop him!" Then the palm hit the monk's back, and the other disciples of the White Dragon Sect also cast spells and sacrificial instruments, interweaving into a big net, and beat the monk.

This cultivator couldn't withstand so many attacks by himself, and was forced to retreat to the original place, and shouted: "I knew you had a problem here, everyone, there is a gap in the magic circle, if you want to catch the little devil, you must go here ..."

However, seeing that he alone could not compete for the entire White Dragon Gate, he planned to muddy the water and take advantage of the opportunity, and the effect was obvious. When he said this, several monks who had been watching coldly just now had already moved out silently. Charged towards this gap in the magic circle, more monks were attracted by this sentence, shouted loudly, and flew over.

"Who dares to take my chance at Bailongmen..."

Qiao Yuannian's eyes were red with anxiety, he yelled desperately, and rushed forward, trying to break into the magic circle.

"Want to monopolize the opportunity? Want to be beautiful?"

The narrow-eyed cultivator rushed up again, attacking his back, forcing him to turn around to defend.

All of a sudden, in order to scramble to capture this little devil named "Fang Xing", there was chaos outside the foggy marsh.

"Where is the little devil? I want this opportunity..."

A deep voice sounded, and in the void, ghost lights flickered everywhere, and a huge ghost head rushed towards here.

"Yan Guiwang..."

When Qiao Yuannian saw this ghost, he was dumbfounded and his heart trembled.

The person who made the move was a master from Southern Border, who created a sect at a young age, known as Yan Gui Wang, and one of the few young masters in Southern Border, but this person is no longer something that Bailongmen disciples can afford.

However, before the huge ghost head rushed to the front of the magic circle, he heard a clear whistle, and in the void, golden fire lit up, and a golden figure rushed over obliquely. He even squeezed Yan Guiwang aside, turned into a golden dragon, and rushed towards the magic circle first. This person with sword eyebrows and star eyes, it is impressive that Prince Chu Huang from the King's Court of Chu has arrived.

"Chachachacha..."

A series of strange laughter sounded, and seven black shadows as small as bullets flew over, and they all turned into small people, screaming strangely and rushing towards the magic circle. A monster, and here they come.

"Clang clang..."

There was a heavy three-daoqin sound, which made all the monks in front of him dizzy and dizzy. A purple shadow took the opportunity to rush forward, holding a Yaoqin in his arms, with a solemn face and a murderous look between his brows. It was Bingyin Ye Guyin from the palace.

Under the impact of endless masters, the foggy swamp immediately turned into a sea of ​​spells.

The turbulent wind and the colliding magic spells formed a strong air current that ordinary monks could not bear at all, and even the disciples of the White Dragon Sect were forced to retreat more than ten feet away, and they dared not get close to them at all. In front of the passageway, Xu Lingyun with a solemn expression faced the strong men all over the sky, closed his eyes, raised his sword, and cast a Qingyun sword to lock Hengjiang...

Under countless powerful magic attacks, Xu Lingyun's one-style sword light looked so weak and dim.

At this time, none of the masters fighting for the channel of the magic circle could resist her, but under the attack of so many people, she still tried her best to use the strongest defensive swordsmanship that she could. , Resist all cultivators.

This type of sword light may not be able to repel the attacks of the monks, but at least it illuminates her resolute face at this time.