Senior sister's ruthless ways are crazy and sassy

The bronze door is thick and heavy.

When he raised his hand to touch it, a golden and complicated array suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The densely packed incantations are all ancient and uncommon, with layers connected to each other.

It is simply impossible to unravel these formations within half a stick of incense.

But if they can't find a way to open this door, there are only two endings waiting for them.

Kill someone, or wait to die.

The green-faced ghost kept driving everyone to the bronze door with its terrifying frost.

The word is not hidden.

Someone has seen the conditions in which the door opens.

Fear made the murderous intention even more intense.

All the monks present had their names on the list of geniuses, and they were all at similar levels of strength. Fighting in such a narrow place, many of them used all their strength, sacrificed their magic weapons, and tried to use the widest range of moves.

There are also monks who don't want to kill each other and just defend themselves.

Ji Peng was driving away the monks who were trying to rush in from behind, and asked without looking back: "Can you unlock this formation in half a stick of incense?"

Although the golden bell could resist for a while, the mist derived from the shadow behind them still filled the air around them.

I have already seen the so-called "Walking in the Frost", and the phrase "Falling in the Mist" is like a hidden killer move that will appear at some unknown time.

Zhong Changxu twisted his skills, and a summoning array appeared under his feet, and a dragon covered in black circled out.

The sword struck the hard scales, but it was not affected at all.

Zhong Changxu drove the dragon to separate the fighting monks, and quickly knocked those monks on the periphery who were about to be hit by Shuangsong to a safe place.

After all, he was a disciple of the sect. Even if killing was the fastest solution, he couldn't do it.

Xi Xingyuan has already untied the small outer formations.

But just the calculation of those big formations afterwards made his consciousness ache.

Yun Ci held the formation-breaking talisman given by Xi Xingyuan and gritted his teeth to figure out where the students were.

Wen Yinzhi drew his sword: "Do you want me to try to chop it with the sword?"

Xi Xingyuan, who was calculating the key steps, ignored him, but Yun Ci shook his head first: "No, this formation is poisonous. If you don't find a way to survive, it will only enter the body of the person who breaks the formation the moment it breaks."

I still can't tell what kind of poison Yunci is, but I guess it must be the kind that can kill him instantly.

This formation is really sinister.

Wen Yin knew he had no choice but to follow Ji Peng and others to stop the fight.

Those who also didn't want to kill people couldn't help but gather towards Wen Yinzhi and the others after recognizing the sword intent belonging to Kunlun Mountain.

The mirror view expands the golden bell to protect those people.

Time flowed very fast, and the red-eyed man and Shuangsong rushed towards the door together.

The reduced number of people is still not enough to meet the requirements on the bronze door.

"This is..." Xi Xingyuan had some difficulty speaking as his throat was pinched by the shadow, "This formation has no way of life."

The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made his eyes black.

"It turns out that we were told how to break the formation from the beginning." He paused for a moment and said hoarsely, "Fifty people... This formation will only disappear if there are fifty people left in the square."

The formation on the door is just like a scale. What is weighed on the other end of the scale is not weight, but human life.

The teleportation talisman failed, and the thought of surviving by leaving this hellish place was cut off.

The green-faced ghost formed a very small circle in front of the door.

But he didn't move forward.

It's not because he can't, it's just because of the bad taste of the person behind it. He wants to see how everyone puts aside their own beliefs and points their swords at their companions in such a predicament.

There is no way to survive here.

Shadow burst into increasingly shrill laughter.

They were laughing, laughing at the fact that these humans looked like trapped animals, waiting to see a violent fight with anger and grief.

The other hand of the shadow behind her covered Yun Ci's mask, and the light transformed into a stick of incense burning with sparks in front of her eyes.

"It's almost the end."

The high-pitched voice was a bit harsh. After absorbing more and more of Yun Ci's blood, its voice gradually became similar to Yun Ci's.

"If you don't kill them, you will die."

The mist suddenly turned scarlet, and the cultivation of everyone in the crowd seemed to be reflected back to the light, being driven to reveal themselves.

This is the dead end after a stick of incense. Those who cannot enter the door will either die under other people's swords, or die from the spiritual power that is about to explode inspired by all the mist.

Yun Ci glanced at the others, as if only she could hear these words.

That's right, the incense is about to burn out, and if nothing is done, they will all die.

Countless spells burst out from her fingertips, and the blue magic light suppressed the light of the shadows for a moment.

The spell was suspended outside the crowd, and the light split into two the moment it connected, raising a circular barrier, trapping everyone in it.

Also isolate those frosts and songs.

Because the wound on Jieyin's left hand burst, the blood stained the bandage on his wrist red again.

It's just a formation that can temporarily pause everything in it.

If he had murderous intentions, Yun Ci could take this opportunity to kill enough people to open the door.

Seeing Yun Ci's movements, the shadow smiled happily, as if everything was going as it expected.

"I really have to thank my useless habit of collecting things." Yun Ci suddenly laughed, "No students? Can only fifty people stand in the square?"

When he raised his hand again, it was not his sword, but a disc.

In the middle is a black and white Tai Chi figure with Bagua arranged around it.

That was the array that Yun Ci brought back when he was in the ghost world.

Countless dark blue nebulae spread out from under her feet, actually suppressing the red mist.

Among the extreme purple, Yun Ci's hands looked even paler.

"Why do we have to kill the extra people," Yun Ci said as he urged the formation plate in his hand, "I put them all into the formation plate, so why don't they count as only fifty people left?"

Shadow's laughter stopped abruptly, as if something was strangling his throat.

In the gradually rising chill, Yun Ci threw the array into the crowd.

When entering the formation in the ghost world, Yun Ci could only stand on the formation, but his consciousness fell into it.

Yun Ci, who can refine the Jiangshan Map and make it into a secret realm, can also improve a formation disk, and now it can also suck people in like a secret realm.

Before the incense that was about to burn out fell before his eyes, all the extra people in the square were sucked into the formation.

Of course, there are also selfish motives. Those who enter the array to challenge the power of the Five Elements are all monks who have had blood on their hands before.

Yun Ci was once almost buried in soil and water, and he also wanted to use this method to brainwash this group of people with dementia.

When Mars landed, the heavy bronze door slowly opened.

Yun Ci couldn't help laughing. This time it was her who was mocking: "Look, you were fooled by me. Your formation needs to be improved."

The green-faced ghost and the roaring shadow were dispersed into sand by the breeze blowing from behind the door.

The formation originally launched by Yun Ci also became invalid.

Although their bodies were immobilized, their consciousness was still clear.