"call out!"
At the critical moment, the gray mist suddenly dispersed, and an inch of red bolt flew through the air. Yan Chixia ducked away, and immediately showed a look of astonishment on her face: Is this... a warning?
Ordinary treasures of heaven and earth would not warn. Could it be that this thing has been born with intelligence?
If it were a spiritual being, it might be best to communicate and reach a consensus. To be honest, he didn't particularly want to provoke this thing. Just because he wasn't afraid of death, it didn't mean he was dissatisfied with his long life.
Thinking of this, he was about to speak.
However, the gray mist suddenly expanded crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it reached a certain critical point, and there was only a click, as if something was breaking free from its shackles.
A hand shaped like a gaunt wood slowly poked out of the gray mist, and then pressed it down violently.
"Tear!"
The gray mist was forcibly divided into four, and everyone was horrified because inside, there were actually three men and one woman, sitting in a circle, all of them lifeless, without any vitality or vitality.
The leading woman turned her palms little by little, her movements stiff, like a puppet on strings.
However.
The moment her palm was completely upward, it directly affected the majestic vitality in all directions, like a whale swallowing cannibals, continuously, and poured into the four people and seven orifices.
"Boom!"
The deafening and muffled sound echoed in the ears, and there was a faint roar in the ears, similar to the roar of the waves crashing on the shore, and the fishy smell of sea water from nowhere hit my nose.
Yan Chixia retreated into the crowd, her nerves tense and her face full of vigilance, staring at the four people.
It wasn't because of his martial ethics and his unwillingness to take advantage of others' danger, but because of the energy tide caused by the violent surge of life ahead, he couldn't even get close to the four of them.
"Wow!"
About a hundred breaths.
Manzhu Shahua shook violently, the gray mist diluted to almost transparency, and the skin of the four people who were filled with vitality turned out to be an extremely strange pink color.
Then open your eyes.
Instantly.
Yan Chixia and others took a breath of cold air and felt their scalps numb.
The gray-white pupils are turbid and hollow, exuding a dark and dark light. They clearly appear to be in their prime, but in the corners of the left and right eyes, you can see a hint of old age.
Even Li Qingjun, who is well-informed, can't think of words to use to describe their eyes... they don't look like a living person? Well, not exactly like a dead person.
The leading woman stood up.
All the remaining gray mist gathered towards her fingertips and turned into an irregular crutch. She leaned on the crutch and glanced at the crowd. Suddenly, her movements stopped.
Looking at Li Qingjun!
"traitor…"
a long time.
The woman's lips moved and she uttered two incomprehensible words. It was probably because she had not spoken for too long. Her voice sounded extremely hoarse, and she cherished words like gold.
Li Qingjun was stunned.
traitor?
I?
We know each other?
The woman on crutches ignored Li Qingjun's doubts and moved her hand back. The other three old monsters also slowly stood up, and four cold and gloomy eyes fell on them at the same time.
When their eyes met, Li Qingjun was subconsciously frightened and shuddered.
The aura of evil spirits gradually rose, and countless scarlet blood lines appeared out of thin air. In the cramped and narrow cave, the atmosphere was tense, and everyone was ready.
finally.
She spoke again: "The betrayer...will all die...where is he..."
It was still vague and intermittent, like the friction of gold and stone, extremely sharp and harsh. It had been dusty for more than a thousand years. She had long forgotten how to speak normally.
he?
Li Qingjun captured the key information and suddenly realized it.
The traitor in this woman's mouth does not refer to herself, but to someone who betrayed her or the organization behind her five thousand years ago. She has had contact with that person...
"Senior, I..."
Adhering to the principle of courtesy first and then fighting, she tried to communicate with the woman.
"you shut up."
But as the veteran Nascent Soul who has never faced an opponent since the demise of the Shenyu Dynasty and has lived until modern times, the opponent did not take her seriously at all and directly ordered:
"Search for souls...kill!"
The word "kill" is thrown to the ground.
The three old monsters took action brazenly, and every move was sure to kill. Each of the three ways took up a corner of the four elephants. The woman on crutches blocked the east, forming a trap from all sides.
The overwhelming will to destroy, as if desperate for life, poured out to suppress it.
At this moment.
Li Qingjun was in such a state that he had no way to the sky, no way to the earth, he was surrounded on all sides, and had nowhere to escape. Yan Chixia turned over her hand and summoned the Xuanyuan Sword, ready to rush to help at any time.
Other monks also spared no effort to use their magical powers, hoping to help Li Qingjun relieve some pressure. After all, they are now grasshoppers tied to the same rope.
Lips are dead and teeth are cold.
If Li Qingjun died, they would not be able to withstand the killing of four people.
Can.
What everyone didn't expect was.
Whether it was the attacks of the four old monsters or the spells they used, they all stopped unexpectedly the moment they broke through Li Qingjun's body.
Without exception.
It's as if that period of time has been frozen...
