Under the statue of the god, the spirit tribe stood in the sky with astonishment on their faces.
When did the dignified Spirit Race become meat on the chopping block, and everyone wanted to cut it?
Su He's consciousness flew away quickly, and Feng Zhong tried to pull him back mercilessly. Even to cut off this piece of consciousness.
Su He said hurriedly: "Senior, you can dissect as you like, but help me interrogate how the spirit clan dares to attack Uncle Luo!"
The clan uncles must have imprisoned a large number of spirit clans, but the dragon turtle was not good at interrogating, and Su He had not seen any magical powers related to the interrogation.
There aren't even many ways to check his memory - when he had just captured Changyue Mansion and rescued Elder Qiao, he also suppressed Fengduo from Fenghuang Palace and left it to Qing Lei to help with the interrogation, but now there is no result from the interrogation.
Su He was too embarrassed to ask, fearing that it would shock Qing Lei's fragile heart.
Of course, other dragon turtles should have more methods than Qing Lei, but it is true that dragon turtles are not good at this.
As Su He spoke, his consciousness completely dissipated and he was dragged back to Fengzhong.
Under the statue of the god, the spirit tribe Toutian felt that the pressure on his body suddenly lightened. Previously, the whole world was pressing on him, but now it was just a mountain.
But he didn't take the opportunity to escape. Instead, he shrank back and got under the statue.
Only a fool would run away! He saw that this was a mysterious world.
Although I don't know how the dragon turtle transferred him to the mysterious world, any mysterious world means there are ninth-grade soul beasts and corresponding monks.
Even a single thought from that kind of existence can kill him. At this moment, the dragon turtle statue is his best protection.
Who says your enemies can't help you?
Master Nan Ming had a kind and gentle smile on his head, and his aura slowly fell back, and he returned to the appearance of a mortal military advisor in the game. He waved the feather fan in his hand, and his face was full of spring breeze.
He turned around and left the Taoist temple, waved his fan and asked the people outside the city: "Everyone! This old man is Yin Chuan Nanming. I didn't know your true deity when I first arrived in this precious land. Can anyone tell me who the statue of the god in the Taoist temple that suppressed evil spirits is? Which god?"
The people walking around turned around, not knowing why. But a scholar asked in surprise: "Could it be Mr. Zichuan?"
The classmate next to him looked surprised: "It's Mr. Zichuan! Why are you here? I just received the family letter and found out that Mr. made a deer garden ritual wine, so why are you here? What did you mean by suppressing evil spirits?"
Master Nanming laughed. He followed the game path of attaching himself to the king. After playing the game for several years, he was somewhat unknown among the game characters. Confucian scholars recognized him from thousands of miles away.
Master Nanming pointed at the Zhenwu Temple behind him and said, "I just saw it with my own eyes. A demon was born, but it was suppressed by the statue of the god."
The two scholars were immediately surprised, and the people from all directions hesitated for a moment and looked at Taoist.
This Taoist temple is inherently magical. It slowly emerged from the haze a few years ago. Now it suppresses evil spirits, but it is normal - and the gentleman who speaks is convincing with just one glance.
Gradually, some people tentatively entered the Taoist temple.
curious!
After that comes worship!
The stone statue changed as expected, and the evil-suppressing sword in the statue's hand shone brightly, as if it was about to kill evil spirits.
Immediately the people knelt down, burned incense and prayed. Lines of incense fell on the statue.
The spirit clan Toutian, who was huddled under the statue of the god, felt that the suppressive power on his body suddenly intensified, as if the entire world was pressed up.
Not to mention escaping, it became difficult to even breathe for a while!
At this moment, Master Nanming has hired an ox cart and is heading towards Yinchuan in the game. Looking in the direction of the Taoist temple, with a smile on his face.
If you want to crawl under the statue of a god, then go for it!
This idol is connected to the entire game world, and all information in the game world must be processed by the idol. The creatures here are fake, just a piece of information in the game. But to the idols they are real.
The appearance of this virtual incense was very similar to that of little friend Su He who had fallen into consciousness, but it was easy to suppress a spirit clan who was at the third level of the sky.
Suppress him first, suppress him for a few years to let go of his anger.
Master Nanming turned back to look at the Taoist statue. There was an unexplainable charm on the statue that was fascinating.
Where did little friend Su He get the statue? How wonderful!
Another day, I will assist King Liang to fight over and rob Fairy Ji's city, and come here every day to meditate for a while.
Surprised here, Su He has opened his eyes in the phoenix tomb, and the phoenix true fire on his body flashes away, absorbing Haoyue and Tiansha, Su He's body flashes and transforms into the dragon turtle's true body, and the chaotic blade rises in the air again He slashed at the turtle shell with one knife after another.
The water beneath him was churning, carrying him to search the entire Phoenix Tomb.
The grandma didn't say how many intruders there were, so she just assumed there were more and searched them again and again. It's a pity that I don't dare to use the magic machine randomly here, otherwise it will flash randomly and the blades will be scattered everywhere.
Su He let out a long groan and the realm opened, and huge waves raged out, rushing in all directions.
Perception in the field is easier to use than divine consciousness. The coverage area is also larger than that of Chaos Blade.
The majestic waves swept out, and there was pouring rain on them.
A sigh sounded outside the domain, and even the roar of huge waves was heard clearly by Su He.
Turning around, he saw a ghost coming up and a figure falling out, another spirit race.
"Fellow Taoist Su He is indeed upright. Three fellow Taoists have already protected me. Fellow Taoists are still searching for me. I haven't gotten a single raw jade. Fellow Taoists, please let me go..."
Before he finished speaking, Su He roared and a blood curse fell on him. Then he ignored him and quickly moved forward to search.
Who is covering whom is still unclear!
A spirit race dared to jump out in front of the dragon turtle and talk freely. In all likelihood, Su He was about to find the real target, and he was the one who ran out to cover.
There is a blood curse, and Su He can clearly sense it no matter where he is in the entire Phoenix Tomb. Don't even think about escaping if he dares to show up.
The spirit tribe was stunned when they saw Su He's operation. His expression changed and he jumped towards Su He. Su He turned around and roared. The divine power roared out and landed on him. Then a Mountain God Seal shot out, flashing golden light and blasting towards the spiritual tribe.
Su He's speed never slowed down at all. Pushing the vast sea domain forward.
"Bah bang bang!"
The sound of applause sounded, and a young man from the Spirit Tribe in a yellow robe appeared from the side, followed by an ordinary Spirit Tribe.
Sure enough there is!
The two of them were usually transparent and not possessed by ghosts, but Su He couldn't see them unless they appeared.
Probably can only be killed with random blades.
"Beautiful!" The Huangpao Spirit Clan clapped their hands and exclaimed: "If I survive today, I will spit in the face of anyone who says that the dragon turtle is the stupidest among the four spirits!"
At least this dragon turtle is delicate and decisive!
Su He stopped.
We can't search for the moment, we have to fight first. The two new spiritual races are both at the peak of the third level.
Su He is probably at this stage in terms of combat power now, but with the three triple limits combined, this fight will be a serious one.
Wearing yellow robes, this is the true royal family among the spirit clan.
The robes of the Eldar are not made to be worn, but are part of the Eldar themselves. The color represents the identity which cannot even be forged.
Wearing a yellow robe means that if the Spirit Emperor is killed, he has a chance to become the next generation Spirit Emperor.
Of course there should be no chance for this one. His level is too low, unless Uncle Luo and the others have killed all the royal family above the fourth level.
"Ling Ran, the spiritual tribe, has met fellow Taoist Su He." The yellow-robed spiritual tribe saluted Su He, with a bit of a smile on his face: "The spiritual tribe has no surnames, so the names can be chosen casually. This is my resurrection of the corpse. The name of a sword cultivator has been used ever since, fellow Taoist, don’t be surprised.”
He raised his hand to indicate the fairy sword in his hand, and seemed to be chatting about family matters, but suddenly he thrust out the sword, but instead of stabbing Su He, the sword struck the eyebrows of his fellow tribesmen beside him. The sword flashed with lightning, and the fellow tribesmen looked shocked. , had been killed with a sword, turned into a stream of essence and was sucked into his mouth.
Lang Ran's momentum suddenly rose.
He raised his head and looked at Su He approaching step by step: "Every spirit clan can awaken a talent behind the yellow robe. Mine can devour the same clan. However, this is a way to seek death and die together. There are three ways to devour the same clan. I will definitely die if I can't survive the nine calamities - I guess it's impossible for fellow Taoist Su He to let me out, so I can survive the calamity with peace of mind, right?"
Su He watched him approach step by step, chuckled, turned around and roared again, stunning the first spirit race behind him. His tortoise claws slapped the sky and a jet of black lightning struck down. It suddenly fell on the spirit race.
Su He then looked at the Huangpao Spirit Clan. This yellow robe was not a dragon robe, but it did look a bit like a prince.
Lang Ran shook his head and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist, there is no need to be so defensive. Before this talent refines one of the same clan, it cannot devour another. I can't do something as exaggerated as continuous advancement in one day."
As he spoke, he handed his sword to Su He. An awe-inspiring sword aura came over him, which was as strong as Su Huanian's.
An Eldar stopped doing curses and started playing with swords.
Not doing your job properly!
Fortunately, Su He was doing his job properly and he had Su Huanian. He said that there was no opponent Su He was afraid of the most, and it must be the sword cultivator.
The more you fight, the more practice makes perfect.
Su He roared, and blasted towards Lang Ran with divine power. At the same time, he slapped his tortoise claws, and the pouring rain above his head suddenly slowed down a bit.
Then it floated down at a faster speed, magical power: Qianjun!
Qianjun is Su He's weakest magical power, but it is also one of the most powerful. The heavy rain fell and shot towards Lang Ran.
It was clearly rain, but it carried an unparalleled sword intent. Every drop of the sword intent was not huge, but when put together it looked like a sword array.
Deadly.
Lang Ran's giggling expression slowly calmed down, and he stabbed at Su He's fairy sword, rotating it in a circle to protect him.
A sword hit the heavy rain, and the sword rain intersected and made a crisp collision sound.
Lang Ran's expression changed slightly, this rain is really a sword!
But before he could marvel, heavy rain had already swept in. He struck out one sword after another, but the heavy rain was endless, and the whole world as far as he could see was filled with endless rain.
The sky is full of swords.
"Awesome!" He exclaimed, and with a shake of the fairy sword in his hand, he cut out an afterimage, spinning towards the heavy rain.
Su He said proudly: "My wife taught me this!"
Is it really so delicious as soft rice?
Watching my daughter-in-law learn swordsmanship on the snowy mountain every day, but if she still hasn’t gained anything, it’s time to quit the group! When Su He asked, Su Huanian had never hidden anything!
There are also the swordsmanship insights left by the former master of Changyue Mansion. Su He is not considered a master of swordsmanship now, but he can talk to any swordsman he catches.
And it's raining all over the sky, so you don't need to be too precise, just attack all over the screen.
Every drop of rain is like a fairy sword, without any special properties, just sharp and murderous.
Lang Ran felt as if he was being attacked by countless sword immortals at this moment. He let out a long roar, turned around, turned translucent, and raised his eyes to look at Su He.
"But in addition to being a swordsman, I'm also a spirit tribe! What can I do if a sword like this can't hit me, ah——!"
As he spoke, he screamed, when he saw a Moon-Destroying Sword appear from nowhere in the heavy rain above his head, slashing downwards, the blade flying wildly.
Su He rolled his eyes, as if he was a pure swordsman!
The chaotic blade slashed down, and Su He roared and the Mountain God Seal came out and blasted towards Lang Ran. Lang Ran let out a long roar, and the spirit of his kind that he had just swallowed was spit out again and turned into a phantom, covering him.
The Mountain God Seal came crashing down and hit the phantom. The phantom exploded, stopping the Mountain God Seal for a moment.
Lang Ran had already rushed out of the vast sea with the power of explosion and bombardment, and his figure flashed towards the crack in the distant space.
The dragon turtle can't beat it.
His swordsmanship is already top-notch among the Spirit Clan, but he is unable to withstand the Dragon Turtle's playful sword formation.
Not to mention the curse, the three fellows are a lesson learned from the past. The Dragon Turtle clan is never afraid of curses. If you don’t run away now, when will you wait?
Exploding the energy of his fellow racers, Lang Ran was as fast as lightning, and was not as fast as Su He's peacock body. A sonic boom erupted behind him, and he rushed towards the crack in space in the blink of an eye.
Su He chased after him.
He saw the spirit race approaching a space crack, turned around and smiled at him, with a bit of teasing, and crashed into the space crack.
Then... nothing happened.
With a look of astonishment on his face, he looked around to make sure that he had marked correctly. He had entered through this crack. Why couldn't he get out?
In this moment of hesitation, Su He turned into a peacock and galloped over, flapped his wings and made a peacock cry, and the phoenix true fire turned into a javelin and shot away.
Lang Ran turned his head to look, his surprise turning into a bitter smile. This time I am really dead. If I risk my life, I might be able to survive in the hands of the dragon turtle in front of me, but there is still an old phoenix under the volcano!
That is the existence of Yifeng that can suppress the entire spirit clan!
How to survive?
He smiled bitterly, the shock on his face disappeared, and he regained his composure. The sword glow in his hand was strong, and he slashed at Su He's flaming javelin.
The sword and gun collided, and the fairy sword shattered. The flame gun turned into flames that filled the sky and scattered in all directions.
Before Lang Ran could react, a bright moon had already risen in the sky, shedding silver light on the ground.
Lang Ran looked up at Su He and smiled: "There is no need for this. The Phoenix clan is so lucky and the space crack is closing. I can't get out. There is no way to escape, so there is no need to escape anymore. But you know Long Who is the real enemy of the turtle clan?"
As he spoke, he opened the storage bag, poured out a few pieces of raw jade, looked at Su He and laughed, looking like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.
He even opened his arms to pretend to accept death.
However, Su He ignored everything he said, and a sparrow chirped and the sky fell. In just a moment, the dragon scales rose up and turned into a sword formation, shooting at him. Lang Ran's expression suddenly changed.
The dragon turtle that doesn't have enough oil and salt deserves to die! He slapped his chest and exhaled a piece of Yin Qi, which turned into a sharp arrow and shot at Su He.
There was a hint of madness in his eyes.
"Come die!"
This is the Yin Death Qi in the Phoenix Tomb, which is not something ordinary people can bear. In addition to the Yin Qi, this arrow also has the curse of the spirit clan. I don’t believe you can bear it!
(End of chapter)
