Whoosh! ——
In an instant, Master Yuheng rose up in the air, and his Taoist robe sounded in the strong wind.
Seven hundred Yunque Cave disciples lined up sword formations on the mountainside, and each flying sword was wrapped in ice blue frost. "The sky is so beautiful that it is evil!"
He bit his tongue and drew the gossip in his palm with his essence and blood. The sword formation instantly turned into a deep blue vortex.
Buzz!
The next moment, the sword in Yunque's disciple's hand buzzed in the sheath, and the jade pendants tied to the sword spears collided with each other, making a clear sound of a ring of pendant.
"Get up!"
As the sword of Yuheng Zhenren pointed to the sky, seven hundred sword lights soared into the sky, as if weaving a flowing galaxy outside the barrier.
In an instant, large patches of purple-devouring locusts hit the sword net, and were all twisted into purple powder.
But as Tianmeng Shenji expected, the powders regrouped into smaller locusts during the fall, and the number was three times that of the original one!
"Hahahaha!"
The Famine Knight Chief Solam smiled wildly, "Overbial power! There is nothing in this world that the Purple Locust cannot be swallowed! Treasures, eat Fall those sword lights! "
After Solam's order, those tinier purple-devouring locusts, large patches of attached to the sword lights, and in the blink of an eye, they wrapped around the barrier barrier. The stream of light has been gnawed out a huge gap.
"The sky is vast, and everything is empty!"
Master Yuheng quickly changed his hand skills. The disciples of the seven hundred Yunque Cave Heaven actually left their body and rushed out of the barrier with their swords.
I saw a series of spiritual and empty shadows breaking away from the body, burning the power of the original body, and integrating the body and sword!
In an instant, seven hundred disciples, like clay sculptures, stood on Mingjian Peak. If the soul could not return in time, there would be only a dead end. "Come on!"
A soul body merged with the sword energy, turning into a swimming fish, shuttled through the locust swarm.
Abandoning physical constraints not only makes them faster, but also can be extremely immune to the gnawing damage of the purple-devouring locusts.
"Break!"
A young Yunque disciple used his mind to wield his sword. When the sword light was spitting, it turned into countless tiny needles, accurately piercing into each purple locust. The crystal core between the forehead.
The locusts that were hit immediately fell sharply, but exploded at the moment of touching the ground, and could not be reborn. "Haha, I found the weakness of these bugs!"
The young monk laughed wildly, "Brothers, just destroy the amethyst of these locusts--"
The words came to an abrupt end, but in an instant, thousands of locusts had wrapped him into a black cocoon.
"Do you think that if you abandon your body and attack with your soul body, you can be immune to the attack of the purple locust? It's so naive!"
Soram glared coldly at the Yunque disciple's In the direction, with a light grip on his palm, the purple-devouring locusts made a scream from their mouths. Even the soul body could not resist the terrifying demon sound.
"Die!"
With a loud shout, the soul of the Yunque disciple was shattered in the black cocoon wrapped in the purple locust, and the fire of his life was quickly extinguished.
However, he tried his best to completely detonate the original person.
Boom!
With a loud bang, the sword energy in the sky exploded like fireworks, tearing a huge gap in the purple tide that covered the sky.
However, it was quickly filled by more reborn purple locusts.
The fall of a heroic soul is so worthless! "Mingxuan! No!" Among the seven hundred Yunque disciples, a female monk had her eyes rippled and she cried and she cried.
She was the Taoist partner of the Yunque disciple who had just fallen.
The female cultivator endured her grief and shouted to the brothers behind her, "My brothers, help me!"
In an instant, a flying sword flew out of the locust swarm, which was the sword in the hand of the sacrificed disciple Yunque.
The flying sword fell into the hands of the female cultivator. The woman with a tragic face held up the blood-stained sword and let out an extremely loud cry of sorrow.
In an instant, those Yunque disciples who rushed out of the barrier with their soul bodies also used the secret technique of the sect to inject the power of their own soul into the sword in the hands of the female cultivator.
Buzz!
The void shook, and under the blessing of the common souls of hundreds of Yunque disciples, an extremely huge magic figure condensed in the flying sword, as if it was connected to Qingming above and Jiuyou below, which was exactly the same as before. The fallen disciple of Yunque, Lu Mingxuan, looks like a fallen disciple.
The body of a thousand feet stretches across the world, and within the transparent Dharma image, nebula entangles and thunder rushes!
The next moment, the huge divine body suddenly opened its mouth and wanted to swallow all the purple-devouring locusts.
Buzz!
The purple locust that covered the sky and the sun was immediately refined by the thunder fire after swallowing the huge Dharma image, and there was no time to be reborn.
Even though the number of purple locusts seems endless, it is only a matter of time before the huge magic can completely eliminate all purple locusts at the speed of devouring purple locusts.
"Hmph!"
Soram snorted coldly, looking at the giant statue of the soul that was shaking the sky and the earth, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.
"Do you want to destroy my treasure like this? I want to see who can swallow who first!"
For a moment, countless purple locusts gave up and continued to attack Mingjian. The barrier of the peak surged towards the huge soul magic image.
Immediately afterwards, a disciple of Yunque, whose body left in the barrier, began to spew blood wildly.
The female cultivator who controlled Lu Mingxuan's flying sword was even more blasted into blood holes, and blood splashed out, both physical and spiritual and spiritual, seemed to have suffered severe damage.
The face of Master Yuheng suddenly changed. Those purple-devouring locusts could not only devour all entities, but also their souls.
"Get out quickly!"
Zheng Yuheng shouted loudly. Now the souls of all Yunque disciples are connected together and merged into the Dharma image of "Lu Mingxuan".
As long as the purple locust is swallowed up, it will be equivalent to annihilation of the seven hundred elite troops in Yunque Cave Heaven.
However, it was too late.
At this moment, those Yunque disciples are already in a difficult position to ride a tiger. If they retract their spiritual consciousness at this time, the giant statue of the soul will collapse. Not only will the female cultivator die immediately, but it has not been swallowed before and has not had time to refine it. The Purple Locust will also escape from birth immediately, and may proliferate at an even more terrible rate.
Then everything I did before would be in vain!
"Elder Yuheng, have we been prepared to sacrifice since the moment we rushed out of the sword formation?"
"Then let's fight to the last moment ! ""It's just a death. These damn locusts must also be buried with you!"
…
No Yunque disciples took a step back, but instead went crazy and continued to swallow more purple-devouring locusts.
True Yuheng's eyes burst into tears, and his sword fingers slashed his eyebrows.
In an instant, a drop of red blood fell on the sword blade, and a loud roar was made: "It's not time for you little guys to show off. If you want to sacrifice, I'll come first!" br>
In an instant, the light of the Ice Blue Sword swelled, and the True Man Yuheng flew up and landed directly on the shoulder of the giant soul statue.
Immediately afterwards, Da Shu shook his sleeves and dispersed the souls of all the disciples. He actually replaced the seven hundred disciples with his own soul and continued to maintain the giant statue.
"Elder Yuheng!"
The disciples widened their eyes. Even though the realm of Yuheng's true man was far beyond that of the disciples, they had to maintain the giant statue with their own strength and at the same time they had to It is probably too forced to resist so many purple-devouring locusts!
"Sir Jade Emperor, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for you to come out of seclusion! But I will do my last bit of strength to protect these children in the Martial Alliance! They are the future..."
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In an instant, Master Yuheng tore open the Taoist robe on his chest, revealing his skin full of talismans.
The top of the Mingjian Peak, the pupils of Tianmeng Shenji were contracting. Others might not recognize the talismans, but he was very familiar with them.
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"Brother Yuheng, go all the way!"
Tianmeng Shenji shook his head and sighed softly, and a trace of tears appeared in his eyes.
At the same time, I saw a strange blue fire ignited on the arms of Master Yuheng.
Immediately afterwards, countless purple-devouring locusts swarmed over and surrounded him directly.
Zheng Yuheng did not move at all, allowing the purple locust to gnaw on it, and the flesh and blood turned into blood runes in the sword formation.
"Elder!"
Countless Yunque disciples cried and cried, while the members of the Martial Alliance guarding the magic circle turned their heads and couldn't bear to look at them.
"Hmph, I thought you had some tricks, but it turned out that it was just a delivery to the door!"
Soram smiled coldly, "No one can stop me from dying. Purple Locust, you ants from the bottom city should have given up your fantasy and give up your meaningless struggle! "
After just a dozen breaths, the body of Yuheng Zhenren was completely eaten up .
However, when the last piece of flesh was peeled off, a huge water-blue vortex surged in the remains of Yuheng's body, like the legendary eye of Guixu. In an instant, the purple locusts in the sky were sucked into his bone-skinned chest cavity.
"Disciples of the Cave Heaven obey the order!"
Zheng Yuheng, who had turned into bones, actually used his last ray of will to issue the last command in his life -
"Put the sealed sword formation ! "
"Yes!"
The disciples of Yunque, holding their tears, let out a roar that shook the sky.
Whoosh swosh swosh!
The seven hundred flying swords (including the sword of Lu Mingxuan who had already died) pierced the bones of Yuheng almost at the same time under the control of Yunque disciples.
The ice blue sword energy burst out from each joint of his bones, echoing the flying sword, forming a resonance. Then, an ice crystal cage with a diameter of 100 miles was formed outside the barrier.
The purple-devouring locusts absorbed by Yuheng's true man were immediately completely sealed in the cage before they could escape.
Yongzhen's ice crystal skeleton.
None of them can escape! "Impossible! This is impossible!"
The Famine Knight Chief Solam suddenly let out a harsh scream, and cracks began to appear on the transparent wings behind him.
The purple locusts are connected to his life. Now all the purple locusts have been completely sealed, which has also caused a certain degree of backlash to his original person.
Immediately afterwards, Solam's three rows of eyeballs burst one after another. He covered his bloody eye sockets and roared: "My purple locust! My purple locust! Ah!—"
"Is this what you said to win?"
Cardinal Sneck stared at Solam's direction with cold eyes. He dared to boast like this, but unexpectedly, he wasted in vain. It took the army ten days.
"Waste is waste!"
Svein, the plague Knight who had been ridiculed by Solam before, and Hekarim, the commander-in-chief of the Knights, all sneered. Finally found an opportunity to gloat. "It's all the waste! No one has the right to laugh at anyone!"
At this moment, the war knight Celtic's war knight began to form a formation, and the blood-colored crystal stone on his chest shone with a demonic light in the dusk. "You! What did you say?!" Svein and Hekarim blushed at the same time, staring at Celtic.
The Celtic directly ignored their anger and just turned over and jumped onto the war horse, and said in the direction of Sneck: "Bike Sneck, it seems that it still depends on my war knight Kai Ert can only take action! "
He stroked the neck of the mount, and a faint blue phosphorus fire thrust from the eyes of the purgatory war horse under his feet, and a raging fighting spirit burst out from his whole body.
His eyes were fixed on a position north of the Mingjian Peak barrier, and a curve hanged in the corner of his mouth.
It would be impossible to say that Solam did nothing. At least his purple-devouring locusts left a slight crack in the barrier.
And this crack will be the biggest flaw in the Mingjian Peak barrier.
"Celtic, I hope you don't let my bishop down again!"
Snake glanced at Sneck coldly, Sviin, Hekarim and Solam's successive defeats have left him with little patience.
"Please don't compare me with those wastes! Mraso, retreat quickly, don't block the way of the seat!"
Soram was still rolling on the ground with his eyes in his arms, and heard Kai Ert called himself "Mraso" and screamed even more angry.
He had said before that if he couldn't capture Mingjian Peak, he would pronounce the name backwards. This guy actually used this to mock himself!
It's simply killing people! (This chapter ends)