Chapter 725 Blood Sword Remnant Soul
The psychic energy flowed in that formation, just now, there was a moment of obscurity. Although it disappeared in the blink of an eye and returned to normal, it could not escape his spiritual perception.
It is not uncommon for people to make mistakes. That person is Ye Languan's direct disciple, because of his spiritual and martial arts dual cultivation, his attainment in spiritual law is slightly inferior to others, and he has never been in contact with the Eight Diagrams Golden Lock Formation before. Occasionally missed, barely also said the past.
But why just now, I feel that there is another aura hidden in this formation?
He couldn't help but looked beside him suspiciously, and glanced at the Taoist who was presiding over the Eight Diagrams Golden Lock Formation.
This is also in the early stage of the spiritual realm, named Wu Miaozi, and in the Dao Lingqiong realm, he is of the same generation as that Wuxu.
At this time, he didn't pay attention to the abnormal situation in the formation, but looked at Zongshou in the sky with a sneer on his lips. His gaze was cold, like looking at the dead.
"A good fighter dies in the army, a good swimmer drowns in the water. As the ancients said, be sincere and don't deceive me! This sect guards the grand plan and ruled the east for several years, but it is proud of its military strength and thinks that it is strong in swordsmanship. It is really invincible in the world. He actually went to the Jedi by himself. Hey! If you really think that I am a Daoist, why can't I let him go?"
Linghai also followed his gaze to look over, only to see that the mid-air sky was still full of strong winds and fierce sword qi.
The figure of Zong Shou was still standing proudly in the air. His figure flickered, he moved and evaded calmly and freely, and every sword strike was so wonderful that it made people overwhelmed.
But Linghai can see that this person has been gradually pushed to a desperate situation.
Surrounded by dozens of spiritual realms, even without the Eight Diagrams Golden Lock Formation, it is difficult to escape.
It is true that the fall is imminent, it is only sooner or later.
"However, this son is really good. All his deeds in the past few years can be recorded in the annals of history. He can push my Taoist sect to such a situation. After those overlords, this sect guard is still the first person. Yes Yes! Before coming here, Master Wuxu once said that this Zongshou would definitely not die willingly, and chose to attack Yulan Mountain by force. Most likely there is something to rely on. If we can’t kill this son with the force of thunder, we will Be careful. Please also ask Master Linghai. Be careful--"
That Wumiaozi was still talking, Linghai listened and gradually became distracted.
I didn't bother to pay attention to the incident. Carefully look up.
Just wait for Zong Shou to fall from the sky.
But when the last few words fell into my ears, I suddenly woke up in my heart.
Won't you be willing to die?
That's right, he also felt that Zong Shou didn't look like that kind of conceited person.
It can wipe out all the heroes in a few years and rule the east. Is it a fool? How could he easily go to Jedi?
Didn't the Shangxiao Sect fall down because they underestimated Donglin back then.
So what is this person's backhand?
Thoughts flowed in my mind. Linghai's heart suddenly moved again, and he once again looked at the Eight Diagrams Golden Lock Formation above.
Night view?
I remember that Huang Mingzong, who was far away from Yelan Temple, was brutally exterminated in the evening yesterday.
And at that time, it was also the migration of Yelanguan faction. When they came to Yulan Mountain.
If Zong Shou later found out about his whereabouts and did something else——
Linghai's heart suddenly felt terrified, and his hairs stood on end.
By the way, it's a magic mirror! The Tianhu family is best at the art of deceiving the mind!
And this Zongshou is Nine Tails. The royal blood of the Sky Fox Clan! Just because you don't use it usually doesn't mean you can't.
But is it just illusion? No, there should be other arrangements!
Even if the golden lock array is broken, so what? In the end, Zongshou, I am afraid that it is still unavoidable, the situation where the body dies and the road disappears——
"—Senior Brother Wuxu is very afraid of this son now. This battle has already exhausted the power of my Dao Lingqiu Realm. There is absolutely no room for loss!"
That Wu Miaozi was talking, but he saw that Linghai's complexion changed drastically, and he suddenly rushed up into the sky, rushing towards the Eight Diagrams Golden Lock Formation above.
Puzzled is slightly startled, a little puzzled. But just the next moment, Wu Miaozi's expression was also extremely ugly.
In the distant sky, suddenly a white glow descended from the sky.
Suddenly, with an unstoppable momentum, the force barrier that blocked the space was pierced instantly!
This is Jie Lei?
But why did Jie Lei appear here? On the top of Yulan Mountain, no one was seen crossing the catastrophe.
It wasn't that Zongshou, no one in their Dao Lingqiong Realm, and the six monks here are so ignorant of the importance!
But why did this tribulation thunder come from?
The speed at which the white light descended far surpassed that of Linghai. In an instant, it had rushed to the sky above the Eight Diagrams Golden Lock Formation.
It seems that it was blocked by the force of this large formation before.
As it fell all the way, the volume of the white lightning also expanded rapidly.
With just a flash, he easily broke into the formation, and the white light scattered everywhere he passed. All the spiritual masters in the formation were scattered with flesh and blood in an instant, and their souls were shattered.
Even Ling Miaozi, who presides over the array in Yaokong, cannot escape. A white awn split apart and flickered towards him.
Fortunately, he had already taken some precautions, and had sacrificed a purple spirit sword in front of him early on.
At the moment of contact, the sword light still scattered and was sent flying by Yuan Yao. The entire right arm was destroyed by the aftermath of the white light.
The gossip golden lock array in his hand also collapsed in an instant!
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Wu Miaozi looked up at the sky with horror in her eyes.
Immortal Linghai roared in his ears, and he saw that the white tribulation thunder was still invincible, like cutting wheat, smashing the flesh of nearly a thousand spiritual masters in the formation one by one, and the flesh and blood were scattered.
At this time, a little silver light burst out in the formation, and they laughed like silver bells.
Absorb all the scattered flesh and soul power nearby. Then with a light flap of its wings, it avoided the white mang and Linghai who were chasing them at the same time. Flying towards the sky above, in the direction of the three Zhenwu Seven-section Sword Arrays, they flew away quickly.
The speed of escape was so fast that he couldn't even see his figure clearly until now.
not good!
Slightly shocked in my heart, Wu Miaozi's eyes also showed a bit of anxiety.
Zhenwu's seven-section sword array, with seven people joining forces, can almost stand against the fairyland cultivators. However, at this time, he was offering sacrifices to the incarnation of the gods, so he didn't have much energy left to defend himself, as if he was undefended.
Only the incarnation of Wanmu Qingdi can be relied on.
He wanted to move, but he was seriously injured at this time, and the traces of tribulation thunder were still raging in his body, so he couldn't move at all.
Looking into the distance, I saw that Zhenwu Huoming's two incarnations of gods, together with Qiuhua, and dozens of spiritual practitioners were already 30,000 feet away from Yulan Mountain. At this time, even if he wanted to save him, it was too late.
His pupils shrank suddenly, did Zong Shou do this on purpose to draw people away?
If he hadn't thought about it, there would be commotions at the foot of the mountain at this time.
Looking down, I saw more than a hundred people wearing the costumes of Yelanguan's disciples, suddenly with blank eyes, they shot at the people around them.
Where the sword passed by, there were more than a hundred people immediately, caught off guard, were either seriously injured or died directly.
Another six dots of silver light rushed into the crowd of disciples, and there were bloody lights flashing everywhere they passed. They were all cut off with a knife, and no one could stop them.
The escape speed is far inferior to the silver light above, but it is still extremely fast. It is almost comparable to the middle-level monks in the spiritual realm.
At this time, Wu Miaozi finally saw clearly what that silver light was.
They are six silver ants, with four saber arms in front of them, a whole body of silver armor, six wings on their backs, and holy white flames burning all over their bodies.
After a moment of blank eyes, Wu Miaozi finally thought of what it was.
It is said that Zongshou has a few silver flying ants with him all the year round, and the speed of flying away is almost unmatched in the world, and they are born with different species.
Now speaking, the silver dot on it at this time is the queen ant?
Almost subconsciously, Wu Miaozi called out the escort spirit beasts that were with her, and put them at her side.
At this moment, he had no intention of paying attention to the massacre at the foot of the mountain. Wu Miaozi raised her head and looked up at the sky again.
I saw that the real Linghai had already been thrown away by the silver light. The white Jielei could only follow behind, unable to pursue.
That Wanmu Qingdi also seemed to sense a crisis. There was no time to pay attention to Zongshou in the distance, thousands of vines rose from the top of Yulan Mountain, trying to wrap the silver light around.
Then he waved out clusters of blue light divine power, blocking the silver light from approaching. Thousands of blue leaves, densely covered in the sky,
But he didn't care about the silver brilliance, and it revolved around Wanmu Qingdi at high speed.
The aura is so sharp that even the divine power radiance cannot stop it at all. All the green leaves, just a little closer, will be chopped into pieces.
But in the end it was blocked a hundred feet away, unable to get close to half a point.
But before Wu Miaozi had time to rejoice, he saw the tribulation thunder and changed again. Blocked by Qingmu's divine power several times, at this moment it was simply divided into two parts, one part was still chasing the silver light, and the other part was hitting the incarnation of Wanmu Qingdi, expanding several times in an instant.
The Wanmu Qingdi's bodyguard also instinctively reacted. A blue giant sword gathered out of thin air in his hand and slashed horizontally.
In the next moment, the blazing brilliance once again shone in the sky. Wu Miaozi avoided subconsciously, but her spiritual sense vaguely sensed it. The split white light shattered the green sword in an instant, annihilating half of the arm of Wanmu Qingdi's incarnation, and then dissipated one by one.
The incarnation of the six hundred and fifty-foot-high god has returned to its original state in just the blink of an eye. The seven real martial arts swordsmen who enshrined the statue of the Qing Emperor over there all had bleeding from their mouths and their faces were pale.
Wu Miaozi's heart also sank, but she only felt a coldness in her chest. He was able to feel a little bit, that Wanmu Qingdi's aura had weakened a lot compared to before.
This time, it is safe and sound, but if the calamity thunder comes again, how many blows can this incarnation of god withstand?
The speed of this silver ant queen is really too fast!
The current strategy can only be to hope that dozens of fellow disciples over there will kill that Zongshou as soon as possible. Or come back to a few spirit realms, and deal with the ant queen first.
It's just that when Wu Miaozi looked 30,000 zhang away, Zong Shou's direction looked over, but he couldn't help but look a little bit chilly again. I saw that in the whole Yulan Mountain, countless scattered ghosts were gathering there.
The blood was dazzling, looking carefully, it was the blood sword in Zong Shou's hand, which was frantically absorbing and devouring those remnant souls.