when the wind and cloud cry

Chapter 120: Qi Shan’s Surprise Change (31)

The disciples of Fusheng didn't care about the consequences of releasing the blood formation at all, and even attacked these monks frequently, looking like they were desperate to die. Fortunately, Haiya Jiange and his wife helped the periphery, which reduced the pressure on Banruo Temple.

As for the heroes of Shenzhou, except for a few well-known figures with high cultivation bases, almost all of them were wiped out.

If 2 people have gathered in the technical school field at this moment, at least five or six out of ten are dead.

Fighting and fighting for nearly a day and night, how tragic it must be.

During this period, Bao Ye Liuyun also led his disciples to attack the Wuhun Hall several times, but he was still unable to rescue Tianji Zhenren.

The scarlet magic circle was solid and unbreakable, and no weapon could hurt it in the slightest. Although I didn't know what was going on inside, I could imagine that it would definitely not be calmer than outside.

Otherwise, how could he be trapped for such a long time with the towering and profound cultivation of Tianji Zhenren?

Under the killing that covered the sky and the sun, Lin Chu sighed, and closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate: "Uncle Fifth, this disciple will take a step first!"

"stop!"

Bao Ye Liuyun immediately brushed away with his palm, shaking away Lin Chu's sword that was about to commit suicide.

Bao Ye Liuyun's face was unprecedentedly majestic. He looked at each of the seriously injured disciples and said in a deep voice, "Until the last moment, none of you can die in front of me!"

The eight disciples lowered their heads and responded, "Understood, Uncle Fifth!"

At this time, Fairy Jiuying also landed on the Wuhun Temple.

Bao Ye Liuyun turned around and said: "If you still want to leave, I will use my life to fight a bloody way for you, and it will be all when my Jingxie Sword Sect pays off the debt owed to you!"

Fairy Jiuying said with a bleak smile: "This is the end of the matter, how can I, the leader of Mu Jiuying's faction, live alone?"

Almost in the blink of an eye, the unshakable blood barrier of the Wuhun Hall burst open, and a chunky figure came out of the crack.

"It's the real master!" Qin Hanyue said happily.

The figure of the real person Tianji has not yet stood still, the figure of the devil appeared in front of him out of thin air, the seven-star sword Heiyan is like a dancing snake, burning the body of the devil, flying towards him, and slashed out with a sword: "The ninth stance of cutting the sky , Black Demon Raging Flame Fiend God!"

"Four images return to vitality!"

The real Tianji's palms sent the shadow of the demon king flying away with invisible vigor.

Hundreds of Fu Sheng's disciples were overturned by Qi Jin, and they vomited blood from the fall.

The Demon Lord was also pushed a hundred meters away, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out from the pressure.

Although Tianji Zhenren's true energy is extremely deep this day, he was also injured by the demon king's ninth stance of cutting the sky.

Seeing Tianji Daoist force back the surrounding enemies, his face was gray and out of breath, and he sat cross-legged as soon as he retracted his palms, his beard and hair fluttering.

Bao Ye Liuyun rushed to his side and called urgently: "Master!"

Master Tianji's eyes were full of remorse, and he gave Ou Ye Liuyun a token of the sect leader, and said anxiously: "The big mistake has been made, and it is irreparable. You must take Yuan Feili back to the sect, and send Twelve The position of acting head is passed on to this son, and my Shocking Evil Sword Sect cannot succeed anyone..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Tianji's body was shaken and his head hung down.

Ouye Liuyun was shocked and exclaimed: "Master! Master!"

After Lin Chu and other disciples reacted, they all rolled around and shouted: "Master Master! Master Master!"

Ouye Liuyun's voice suddenly became hoarse, and he saw four long swords stuck in the back of the real Tianji, and the swords almost pierced into the vitals.

Even if he didn't suffer from the demon king's move, the old man would not be able to survive.

Apparently, the blow of the Four Elephants Returning to the Origin Qi just now was a burst of True Qi desperately exerted by the real person Tianji, which was exhausted in one move after a hundred years of cultivation.

At this time, Qin Hanyue was staring at the corpses of three men in black in the Five Souls Palace. They turned out to be the three men who had already died in the battle of Jingxie Seven Swords.

Nangong Chenao, Lou Yanming, Jinyu!
It's just that for some reason, they were turned into living dead by the evil art.

"Jin Lang!"

Hearing this stern cry, Ouye Liuyun turned his head to look, and saw Fairy Jiuying hugging the corpse of a man in black, calling bleakly.

It was her most beloved man—scholar Jian Jinyu!

At this time, the masters of the Demonic Dao attacked the Banruo Temple and the Qijue Temple camps respectively. The monks were attacked repeatedly and at this moment, it was at the end of the strong bow, and there were only 11 people left in the demon stick formation.

Jing Qi and his wife of Haiya Jiange guarded the formation, but five people were killed here, and fifteen or six people rushed forward in a blink of an eye.

The couple's faces were already stained red with blood.

Jing Qi swung his sword across, forcing back the three pounced demon masters in front of him. Just as he was about to parry a meteor hammer cut from the right, his chest suddenly felt cold, which turned out to be the plot of the poisonous needle, and his wife hurriedly turned around to strike save.
But in this way, the two couples couldn't take care of themselves, they could only do their best to protect themselves, and they could no longer protect the monk behind them.

"Get rid of these bald donkeys from the Prajna Temple first!"

I don't know who yelled this, the corpse blood formation seemed to know that the opportunity was coming, and recklessly counterattacked towards the stick formation. At this moment, Juehong heard muffled groans from the same sect behind him, and several people were killed or injured.

His expression changed, and he hurriedly said to his colleagues: "This formation can no longer be suppressed, so leave quickly!"

When Lian Liushuang saw the blood formation churning, he quickly waved his hands and said: "This formation is extremely evil, let's retreat for now, so as not to hurt our own hands!"

After hearing this, Lu Wei led all the Fusheng disciples to retreat to a safe area in the center of the field. The remaining eleven monks also protected Jing Qi and his wife and rushed towards the Wuhun Sect. It seemed that they were preparing to break out of the encirclement.

A corpse in a white cassock and a pile of sticks were left on the ground, which can be described as extremely tragic.

Immediately, the blood formation of corpses churned up, and the blood mist as thick as black ink spread, shrunk, stretched again, and the bloody wind blew up, and it actually floated directly towards the Wuhun Hall.

Standing in the Wuhun Hall, Biao Yeliuyun slashed seven or eight sword qis in succession, forcing Dao Yunmeng and dozens of Fusheng Pavilion disciples back who were attacking. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of several masters of the magic way who had already touched them. , but Jiuying Fairy didn't seem to notice it, she just hugged the corpse and cried throbbingly.

"Hold on!"

Bao Ye Liuyun explained to Lin Chu and the others who were fighting, and then flew to help Fairy Jiuying.

Fortunately, Juehong rushed over at this time, and the two of them repelled the powerful enemy of the Demonic Dao together, and then rescued Jiuying in time.

Just as Juehong was panting, he saw the return voyage that was bleeding all over the place, and hurriedly said to Liuyun, "Sponsor Liuyun! The formation of corpses and blood is hard to resist. The monks of our temple have opened the way ahead, and the poor monks are here to meet them." Yours!"

Ouye Liuyun looked at the scene of Cangluan Ridge burning in the sky, and felt a little chilled for a moment. It must be the birth of Cangluan Fire Phoenix.

He sighed dejectedly: "Today is really unpredictable. Could it be that God forbids people to live?"

"Oops!" Qin Hanyue pointed forward and said anxiously: "Look ahead, something is coming!"

Everyone was startled, and when they looked around, they saw a huge cloud of red mist suddenly drifting from the strong wind, tens of feet away in front of them.

The red mist was so menacing in the dim sky that it was so frightening that even the disciples of Fu Sheng Pavilion and the magic masters who were besieging Wuhun Palace retreated.

"That's the corpse blood formation, and most of the poor monk's fellow disciples will die under this formation!" Juehong exclaimed.

The situation was unfavorable at this moment, Bao Ye Liu Yunqiang immediately greeted several disciples, everyone carried the corpses of Master Tianji and the three senior brothers on their backs, and Juehong also carried the dead-end homecoming, and everyone was about to break through to the Wuhunmen.

Qin Hanyue saw that Fairy Jiuying was still in the same state, no matter how hard she tried to persuade her to hold a dead person, she would not move, but the situation was already very critical, and the corpse blood formation seemed to have sensed everyone's intentions, and the turmoil became even worse, and the onset became even faster.

All the corpses they passed were emitting red smoke, absorbed by the red mist and growing stronger, with a terrifying momentum.

(End of this chapter)