Chapter 82
A huge Falun fell from the sky, directly breaking the teleportation formation into pieces.
Sikong Zhen's sword aura was awe-inspiring. As soon as he landed, a sect disciple wearing a white robe rushed over with a sword.
“Who dares to destroy my sect’s teleportation array!”
The valley in this bitter cold place is an ancient battlefield filled with blood hundreds of years ago.
The flying sand and rocks in the bitter cold land are soaked in blood, and the withered grass and even the underground roots are blood-colored, but this place is also a must-pass route to the Holy Land, and the next stop is the Holy Land.
It was obviously daytime, but when I passed by here during the day, even the clouds covered the sky and the sun. The air was filled with traces of demonic energy, and the faint smell of blood was blown by the breeze.
When Sikong Zhen swooped down with the spirit sword, Ni Hua was thrown into the corner by his back foot.
As soon as the master takes action, he will know if there is any.
When Ni Hua stood still, Ni Hua thought that the master was going to touch his beard as usual and yell in a pretentious manner. She did not expect that the two sides would start fighting as soon as they disagreed.
Ni Hua saw that the expressions of the people guarding the formation froze for an instant, but they seemed to have expected it. Then one of them stabbed the director Yun Yijian who was placed in the center of the formation, and directly formed a new formation. Law.
Director Yun was at the death gate of the formation, and those guarding him were in a position where the formation was destroyed and everyone was killed, and Director Yun was sacrificed to the sky.
After Sikong Zhen nonchalantly destroyed the teleportation array, he injected spiritual power into the sword and split the flag in the sky with one sword. Wherever the sword passed, it was filled with crystal blood.
The plants and trees that came into view were all dyed as dark as a thick ink, but there were a few stars that were shining brightly. After Sikong Zhen concentrated on killing a wave, the entire formation was like the light of the stars flowing in the night. It dimmed instantly.
The ferocious-looking disciple standing at the front didn't even finish his curse. He kept retreating. Before he even stepped out of the formation, Sikong Zhen lightly chased after him and sealed his throat with a sword.
Ni Hua held the sword in his hand and stared at the corpses for a moment. The master had been in the world of immortality for many years, and he could see things more clearly than she did. The murderer's hands were sharper and neater than her when he moved the knife.
After the formation collapsed, Director Yun, who was in the middle of the transformation, was the first to bear the brunt. Ni Hua was thinking about when to go in and snatch people. Ni Hua quietly hid his spiritual energy. The master destroyed the sect's teleportation with a sword. After standing, she saw that the other masters were still watching, and she was immediately dumbfounded.
She paused, only to find an old man with a white beard wearing the sect's elder uniform standing under a dead tree. He instantly crushed a talisman and formed a new barrier.
And another person with the aura of a master was standing not far away, watching.
Ni Hua rubbed her hands. She did not dare to act rashly. She covered her beating heart and watched her master killing people indiscriminately.
"If you quit, please spare your life." Sikong Zhen looked condescendingly at the disciple who was beaten to the point of dying, and then looked at Director Yun who was almost dead, and he sighed.
However, everyone looked at each other and looked at the patriarchal elders who were in charge of the overall situation. Everyone fled in all directions, but no one was willing to leave for the time being.
Hearing this, the patriarchal elder finally came to the surface and faced Sikong Zhen. He saw his favorite disciple panting on the ground with only one breath left. He looked into Sikong Zhen’s eyes. With the surging hatred, the breath on his body instantly turned cold, "Kill!"
Ni Hua felt even more ridiculous when he heard the patriarchal elder's upright words.
Big men like them are unwilling to die themselves, so they have to let others die.
Ni Hua looked at the disciples who were blocked in front with a bit of fear. Before her mother's heart could break out, she saw the patriarchal elder very skillfully calling on a group of disciples to come forward, and a group of disciples received the task of cannon fodder.
Ni Hua sighed deeply, she and her master really seemed like villains.
But she understood the logic this time. If you don't kill someone, you have to die.
After the wave of cannon fodder was finished, the patriarchal elder waved his hand to the disciples to come forward to consume Sikong Zhen’s spiritual power.
For a moment, Ni Hua looked at the other party with a different look. Ni Hua suspected that the other party was blind. Didn't he see that the master was already powerful in Mahayana? Didn't he see that they were here to rob people?
Everyone who reads stories likes reading those refreshing articles and small desserts, and she used to like them too. However, looking at the carnage in front of her, she retreated not far away and hit her throat, swallowing her exclamation.
She is now deeply suspicious of Shuangwen's true nature, which is that his teammates are offering sacrifices to the heavens and have boundless magic power.
Imagine if the male and female protagonists are confused and have such righteousness. If they know clearly that they cannot beat each other, but they insist on doing such a destructive thing, who can stop them? With so much power, who else could be cannon fodder than the people around him.
The only difference is that the patriarchal elders take the initiative to make the people around them become scapegoats, while people who seem to have high moral character do this passively and make the people around them become scapegoats.
Shuang Wen’s golden finger, Ni Hua suddenly wondered if there was any logic in it. She was suddenly glad for a moment that the system had placed her ten years ago. Without the blindness of the system, she could be more cruel. Realizing the essence of the world of immortality, she saw the real human world.
The system once told her that she did not need to take any responsibilities, deal with any risks, and do not need to make any struggles on her own. Everything would be solved by the system. She could predict things about the protagonist, and she had a character that could be said to be a good one. She found a good man who was as good as gold, and she created an image of herself that was as admired as Shi Ling, and she didn't have to do anything.
Is that so, before the sect was wiped out, she was like this? Someone stood in front of her, did a lot of things for her, and became cannon fodder for her.
The clan elder looked at the disciple who was still out of breath and saw something. He suddenly put his sword on Si Changyun's spiritual veins. This was a huge step forward. Sikong Zhen dared to kill one of his disciples. He stabbed Director Yun with a knife.
Secretary Chang Yun fell into a coma, and even though the patriarchal elder stabbed him, he didn't feel any signs of struggle.
Sikong Zhen glanced at it and was even more indifferent.
Sure enough, after Sikong Zhen performed such an operation, the other party was immediately confused.
Sikong Zhen didn't talk nonsense, he immediately passed over the many disciples and stabbed the clan elder's lifeline directly with his sword.
Sikong Zhen’s strength is one of the best in the Jiuzhou Continent, and the opponent is naturally no match. However, the patriarchal elder has many pills and spiritual weapons. Sikong Zhen can hurt him for a while, but he cannot kill him immediately.
The fire on the city wall affected Shen Yu, and besides, it was a fight between great gods. Ni Hua stood up, gritting her teeth. She felt another stream of blood filling her mouth, and her Dantian was faintly crumbling.
She stepped back a few steps without stopping, grabbed a disciple who was closer to her, knocked him unconscious, pulled out several of his hair, stripped off his clothes, and faced his Face, a new painting spirit is drawn.
Ni Hua controlled his fresh painting spirit and retreated to the edge of the battlefield, carefully waiting for the opportunity to save Division Chang Yun.
The patriarchal elder was defeated. When he fell from the air, he spit out a mouthful of blood and looked like he was about to become disabled. At this time, another elder who was hiding in the dark and wearing a moon robe finally took action. He was Elder Xingyue of the first sect. He smiled strangely.
Elder Xingyue reached out and fed the clan elder a pill. The black energy on the clan elder's face filled the entire pupils, and his combat effectiveness was restored instantly.
In an instant, the entire valley was covered with heavy black fog, and the scene in front of me could no longer be seen clearly.
The shrill wails sounded from both sides at the same time.
In the dark clouds of thick fog, the sound of rolling thunder intertwined with the tearing pain, the sound of skin and flesh tearing, the sound of broken bones...
Ni Hua felt as if she was unconscious, and she set off With heavy eyelids, he looked up at several ferocious faces.
Teammates offer sacrifices to the sky, and their magic power is boundless.
The strength of the patriarchal elders instantly reached the Mahayana stage. This must have come at a huge price. The patriarchal elders were jealous, so when the two sides fought, whoever was the most ruthless would win.
The fight between the two shook the earth, and many disciples finally withdrew from the battlefield. However, the elder hiding in the dark looked for opportunities to plot against Sikong Zhen from time to time.
Ni Hua watched the fierce battle, and she endured her excitement. At the same time, she separated several painting spirits and sneaked into it. Finally, one painting spirit that was not killed touched the director after all the hard work. Cloud hand.
After Ni Hua successfully dragged the unconscious senior brother away, he immediately sent a signal to Sikong Zhen, and immediately ran away without waiting for a response.
The patriarchal elders went crazy and lost their sense. Elders Xingyue was busy with sneak attacks and did not notice Nihua for a moment. When Elders Xingyue came back to his senses, he was ready to chase him. , only to find that Sikong Zhen stopped both of them in place with a second gear.
Sikong Zhen didn’t say that he would silence all of them, so he saw that after Nihua received the people, Sikong Zhen immediately retreated.
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Ni Hua clung to Director Yun tightly, and after breaking the teleportation talisman in time and space, she took the magic weapon left by her master to save her life, and rushed to the next station non-stop.
There was a "bang" sound, and after running for who knows how long, she fell from the ground due to overdraft of spiritual power.
Ni Hua pulled off the jade pendant from her waist. She was paralyzed. She looked up tiredly and saw that Si Chang Yun was really not well. She saw that Si Chang Yun had a dull gray color on his head. heartbeat value.
Ni Hua took her last breath, and she stretched out her hand and touched Director Yundi's head, which was stained with hot blood.
At this moment, sharp sword energy came from behind her, and Ni Hua felt the murderous aura surge.
Ni Hua didn’t know what the devil was chasing after her. She pushed Director Yun away fiercely. Just when she was about to sacrifice her painting spirit to block this disaster, she suddenly saw someone lying on the ground. Si Changyun, who was pretending to be dead, suddenly moved. Si Changyun suddenly opened a pair of cold, scarlet eyes.
Ni Hua's spiritual sword was instantly transferred to his hand. The long sword in Si Changyun's hand turned into a silver light. The silver blade cut through the sky and shot towards a ball of black energy behind him. Come here, the cold is hitting your heart and lungs.
After Director Yun was stained with the strong smell of blood, his whole body instantly became unusual, and Ni Hua could feel with his naked eyes that he was even more excited.
Ni Hua got up from the ground. She watched Director Yun unsheath the Qingfeng Sword in an instant, and the blood glowed with a strange color.
The opponent's skills were strange, and he was always on the wrong side of the sword, and he was determined to kill Director Yunxia.
The figure formed instantly from the black energy, with red eyes and distorted face.
Ni Hua gave a bitter smile. When she robbed Director Yun, she felt The true energy in his body was surging crazily, and now he was facing the opponent who was pressing forward step by step. If he didn't block it, he would probably destroy Director Chang Yun's cultivation.
Nihua gritted his teeth, and at the same time he separated a painting spirit, cut his hand open with a knife, drew the ground directly as a prison, and set up a sword formation.
"Lead the spirit, go!" Nihua shouted and successfully attacked the black mist.
However, Ni Hua had no idea that her senior brother would become a demon.
She drank blood to form a formation, and tried every possible means to trap the black mist in the sword formation. Because she was exhausted, she took the risk of absorbing a little bit of black resentment and used it for herself. Nihua saw that the dilemma had become, Just when she was about to use this painting spirit body to die with the other party, she turned her head and suddenly noticed that her senior brother, Director Yun's pupils were red. He suddenly stabbed the black object with a sword, and instantly stabbed her in the chest. Body.
Nihua's eyes widened and he fell to the ground.
Her hand covered her heart, with a trace of broken confusion in her eyes. What does it mean to pierce the heart?
This is it.
No way, God, you are playing with her like this.
After my senior brother woke up, he didn’t look normal.
Secretary Chang Yun would not think about killing someone to prove the Tao for fun.
The blood dripping from Ni Hua's body was instantly absorbed by the formation under his feet.
The jade pendant fell to the ground and broke into two halves. The blood that had not had time to seep into the ground penetrated into the jade pendant.
Director Chang Yun's sword was full of murderous intent and struck without reservation. When Ni Hua passed out, a trace of her Qingfeng Sword flashed in her eyes. She grabbed the last trace of black energy in her hand and closed her eyes. Before, she had not forgotten the last spell to trap "it".
As a result, Ni Hua's eyes widened, and he seemed to have died in the sword formation with a look of determination.
After a while, Nihua's body seemed to be deprived of all life, and suddenly became dim, and then, Nihua's body turned into pieces.
Director Yun looked at the corpse in front of him. After the black air disappeared, his scarlet eyes seemed to have finally faded away and returned to black. He was confused for a moment and stretched out his hand to reach it. The fragments of the painting spirit and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.
Shortly after Hua Ling disappeared, Ni Hua's body appeared next door to the formation sword.
Ni Hua didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but a voice kept talking in her ears. She tried hard to hold up her eyelids, but her body seemed to be torn apart and she couldn't open her eyes.
A black energy penetrated her body, and Nihua felt a tearing pain. Then, the blood in her body surged up, and her pain slowly disappeared. All of a sudden, she felt Until his body and soul were separated and turned into nothingness.
In the chaos, she suddenly saw her soul standing in the sky, and an afterimage suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. Nihua was unconsciously startled by the black shadow in front of her. "It" was not Like a human being, like a remnant soul.