Originally, there were three Nascent Soul Rakshasa in the cave, but Chen Yi beheaded two of them. The remaining one still had its arms folded on its chest, lying quietly on its back on the wooden coffin, intact.
Only a few foundation building and golden elixirs were killed, and they were just unworthy little characters.
numbness.
Really numb.
Including Li Qingjun, all the monks were numb. It was a kind of shock that was so indescribable that everything must be reversed, and the surroundings were peaceful and terrifying.
Dead silence.
Silence fell.
The fear of facing the indescribable things permeated everyone's hearts, and the chill was chilling. The overlapping memories of two lifetimes did not weaken the fear in the slightest.
Immune to swordsmanship and ignoring magical powers, what makes them feel even more powerless is that they are obviously the first to attack with a strong opponent and a weak opponent, which is equivalent to a sneak attack, but in the end they are restrained by his elbow...
Does such a monster that goes against common sense really exist?
The members of the Awakened Team once suspected that they were dreaming, because they really could not imagine what kind of ancient majesty could imprison these monsters.
even.
Before they set foot here, they had killed most of them.
Humans can't do it. It's impossible for any human being to do it so far. It has nothing to do with the realm of cultivation. There is some special power behind the Rakshasa Iron Cavalry.
certainly.
Except for Chen Yi, what he cultivates is not technique or law, but Tao. He is the way of swordsmanship itself. In other words, if the swordsmanship tool is embodied, it must and can only be him.
Give him time, and he will still be invincible in the past and the future without borrowing the help of a young woman.
Fortunately.
As Chen Yi's biological daughter, Qian Li perfectly inherited her father's unflappable character. After a brief shock, she quickly returned to normal and spoke calmly:
"We must not allow these monsters to appear, otherwise it will be a wolf among the sheep, which is unimaginable... Please help me raid the formation, I want to set up a mirror here."
Jing Hua Shui Yue, one of the branches of illusion. Since ordinary magic and magical powers are ineffective against them, they should be trapped first and then make plans after finding a way to defeat the enemy.
No one had any objection.
Qian Li took action and quickly made a hand seal with his ten fingers. The heavenly sound lingered in the surroundings. The ethereal melody turned into dense formations and was imprinted on the eyebrows of the Rakshasa cavalry.
As the ink color deepens.
The Rakshasa cavalry's wide, angry eyes slowly closed, and his ferocious expression became calmer.
This illusion is not an attack method and will not have any adverse effects on the user. It is not harmful. Therefore, the enemy-defending mechanism of Rakshasa Blood cannot be triggered.
About half a stick of incense.
When the job was done, Qian Lixiang was dripping with sweat. It could be seen that even with her talent in Huan Meng Dao, it was extremely difficult to perform this technique. After all, she was not Chen Yi.
Li Qingjun hurriedly stepped forward to help him and asked with concern:
"well enough?"
"fine."
Qian Li shook her head gently and silently withdrew her arm: the lack of maternal love since childhood has caused her to have low self-esteem and cowardice in her subconscious. She doesn't like to cause trouble to others.
She was afraid of becoming a burden.
She always felt that her mother didn't want to talk to her just because she came uninvited and disturbed the world between her and her father, but that was not the case.
According to medical terms.
Qingyu suffers from an extremely serious mental illness. The oppression in the deep palace compound has wiped out her emotions and desires. It is Chen Yi who repaints the color of her world.
Therefore, she could only see Chen Yi in front of her. Although out of her sense of responsibility as a parent, she tried to accept Qian Li, but unfortunately, Qian Li appeared too late.
Her new personality has been finalized and has completely transformed into Chen Yi's shape. Even she herself can't squeeze into it. She still has a long way to go as a loving mother and a filial daughter.
See it.
Li Qingjun knew that water flows slowly, so he didn't force it. He rubbed Qian Li's little head, lowered his hand naturally, pointed to the wooden coffin not far away, and said to Yan Chixia:
"Fellow Daoist Yan, I won't be able to leave the ruins for a while. You can take a few that are not a big threat and go back to do research. Maybe you can find out their weaknesses."
It's not that she uses the other party as a follower, the main thing is that the matter here has not yet been settled, and she has to stay and take charge of the finishing work, so she has no choice but to entrust this important task to Yan Chixia.
Yan Chixia pondered for a moment, nodded in agreement, and then asked several familiar colleagues to each carry a wooden coffin, and left straight away, and everyone began to get busy.
A long while.
Suddenly, a guard in black looked hurriedly and trotted to Li Qingjun's side. He whispered something in his ear. Li Qingjun, who was counting the losses, his eyelids twitched and he raised his head:
"Is this true?"
"Absolutely true!"
"I understand, you go down first and don't disturb other people."
The visitor resigned.
Qian Li, who had been secretly paying attention to Li Qingjun, couldn't help but get closer and asked:
"Sister Li, what's wrong? What happened?"
"The flowers were picked away."
Li Qingjun deliberately lowered his voice so as not to hear through the wall: "Look at the broken limbs and broken stones all over the place. I'm sure they are the work of the same person."
Said.
She paused slightly and became more serious: "To be able to come and go freely under the eyes of three Nascent Soul stages without anyone noticing, this person's realm is probably far beyond..."
After patiently listening to Li Qingjun's analysis, and combining it with the previous dream traces, Qian Li had come to a conclusion in his mind and was about to say: "Sister Li, that person is actually..."
"No matter what, let's block the news first."
Li Qingjun, who was worried, chose to ignore it and said to himself: "Otherwise, if I offend that person and cause misfortune, no one would want to see it."
"Well…"
Qian Li opened her small mouth, and finally suppressed what she wanted to say again: "Aunt Red Musk once taught you that when others make mistakes, you should remain silent..."
