"Roar!" The bones were like a mountain of floating bones. In an instant, the roar of the Yin Spirit's white bones spread across hundreds of miles. The bones collapsed like a mountain of corpses, one after another, trampling the weeds and crushing the weeds.
Horrifying roars sounded from all directions as the bones and corpses rose.
Originally, there were only about twenty monks who were attracted by Yingqian's beauty and fell into the trap. Only now, under Ye Shu's plot, only Xun Guan and another fellow monk were left dead.
And the monks who had scattered all over the underground palace did not allow Feng Ju to have free time to deal with them one by one.
It's just that most of these skulls were summoned and surrounded by the waters of the deep pool outside the underground palace.
In this way, the monks from all walks of life scattered in the underground palace are like sheep being driven over by wild wolves on the grassland.
Amidst bursts of shrill screams, each wielding their swords gathered here.
For a time, the crowd was crowded, and there were as many as a hundred monks fleeing in embarrassment.
When they saw the wave of pale skulls and corpses, they were already panic-stricken and didn't know what to do.
When they were desperate, they happened to see Su Jing and Yin Baishuang. They immediately shouted for help as if they were seeing saviors, and ran towards that direction to join them.
Facing the formation of white bones and corpses, there was no sign of fear on the faces of the two women. They stood with their backs to each other and calmly held their swords to fight.
Balian swept out his sword horizontally, and the sword edge rolled up a thousand waves of air, strangling the several white skeletons charging in front of him into flying fragments.
He jumped up and landed next to the confused Lin Zheng. He grabbed his shoulders and stepped lightly on the fire waves. He touched the ground with his left foot and bent his right leg. He carried Lin Zheng backwards in a straight line as if he was weightless. Glide back.
He narrowly avoided two ghost claws digging towards Lin Zheng and saved his life.
Bai Lian returned to his original position, casually threw Lin Zheng into Xun Guan's arms, and said calmly: "Please help me, so that the little Marquis can clear his mind."
The words were more euphemistic and elegant, but Xun Guan heard the meaning behind his words and was not vague. He went up and slapped the young marquis' noble and handsome face hard twice.
The force of his attack was not restrained at all.
In Xun's concern, it was the Lin family's Hou Mansion who raised such a crazy devil as Ye Shu. If he hadn't seduced him step by step, how could they have ended up in such a predicament.
Lin Zheng's lips and teeth were bleeding, and his cheeks were red and swollen.
Xun Guan said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "The young Marquis knew that Ye Shu was from the Demon Cult and was not a good person, so he kept him in the Marquis Mansion.
Now that it has caused a big disaster, the little Marquis himself is seeking death and survival. We little people can't stop him. But even if he is played around by others, we have to peel off the skin of that beast before we are willing to accept it. The little Marquis actually He doesn't even have the ambition for revenge, which is really despising! "
After a harsh lesson, Lin Zheng's dull eyes finally regained some life.
After wiping away the unsatisfactory tears on his face, he stood up without saying a word, pulled out his sword, and coldly looked around at the sea of bones and corpses.
I saw the fragments of white bones that had just been swept into pieces by Bailian's sword, condensing in the wind. Lin Zheng said: "These ghosts can't be killed. If you continue to fight, you will only slowly wear yourself to death here. Control these things." It’s Feng Ju, we work together to create a passage to behead the evil head, and the white bone corpse array will naturally be broken without attacking!"
As expected of a young master from the Hou family, even after experiencing such a big blow, he quickly recovered from his embarrassing mood.
Looking at the battle situation, one can point out the key points at a glance.
No wonder these monks believed that he could lead everyone to escape from this desperate situation.
Feng Ju couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing this, and said: "Master Hou is right, kill me, and these corpses will naturally stop, but the premise is that you can really break open these bones." The defense line of the Corpse Formation is..."
boom! ! ! ! !
Before the last word was settled, there seemed to be an extra red-gold sun in the dark underground palace world, and the terrifying sword energy turned into fire and shone across Kyushu like the sun, shooting out in all directions.
In the midst of the scorching red lotus fire, Su Jing's jade face, which was reflected by the fire as white and cold, was cold and beautiful, and her skin was as clear and dazzling as pearls. She was indescribably sacred and inviolable.
The Zhanqing Sword at her waist rose up in the wind and fell into her hand. As she raised her arm to slash, the power of the Zhanqing Sword swept through the sky, breaking through the weeds and cold corpses along the way.
The majestic sword energy is like a sacred tree walking in the fire. Taking advantage of the wind, it becomes more and more powerful. In a short time, thousands of scaly fires are like dragons breaking through the sea, and corpses are pouring in like a wave. The tide engulfed Feng Ju.
Feng Ju's skeletal face seemed to be melted under the scorching light of the fire. The two clusters of yin fire suddenly swelled with viciousness, and he actually smelled the dangerous breath of death in the power of this sword.
He was horrified, he couldn't believe that this was actually a sword that could be struck by a junior in the spiritual realm. Feng Ju retreated hastily, spreading his arms to the left and right, and then quickly closed his palms and struck each other twice.
Under that sword, the sea of bones and corpses separated like a tidal wave, seemed to be controlled by a huge invisible thread, and quickly merged together again, and the thick Yin Qi surged, turning the blazing sword fire. Swallow it and put it out.
However, before he could take a breather, a sudden wind blew up, causing chaos all around, and a cloud of blood-like red clothes floated up.
The long silent wind stirred up the clothes, bringing a coolness, adding a touch of emptiness and mist. The white bones were as eye-catching as a bit of red in the mountains.
She stood up with her sword, the cold frost hanging under her feet like frost, and a cold storm rising from the sky rolled up around her.
As she pointed out, the huge Youliu tore the air apart, and the cold wind carrying the silver-white sword light swept across the area. The bones around Feng Ju's body were staggered by the terrifying cold current, and his body quickly condensed into ice.
Soon, countless ice crystals and sharp ice vines grew out of those skeletal bodies, rising from the ground and wrapping around Feng Ju in all directions.
Feng Ju has been exiled here for more than two hundred years and has never known the existence of the three sons of heaven on earth.
Today, I was extremely horrified to see a junior in the Spirit-bearing Realm who was practicing fire spiritual arts with a profound knowledge that was not weaker than that of a monk in the Tribulation Realm.
Just as he was about to concentrate on dealing with the young woman in white clothes, another monster with a similar level of strength popped out.
When did geniuses in the world become like bamboo shoots springing up everywhere?
Feng Ju quickly mobilized the formation, stretched out his arms, and the invisible formation energy pulses intertwined within his body, creating a mysterious corpse-removing Yin formation.
The will-o'-the-wisps in the eye sockets of the frozen white skeletons ignited, and the earth roared. The yin fire burned all over the field in the blink of an eye. The frozen thick frost and black ice did not melt, but disappeared without any reason in the strange green fire.
The killing intent in Yin Baishuang's aura was like dripping water like a flaming abyss, being swallowed up in an instant.
The swollen Yin Fire was like a mid-stream hitting water, and the waves stopped the flying boat. It crossed the fire a thousand feet high in an instant, and was about to annihilate the red figure in the next moment.
Yin Baishuang's face was solemn, and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.
This white bone yin fire is a soul-devouring fire that manifests itself when the soul is sacrificed in the formation. Whether it is a living person or a spirited ghost, if it touches half a wisp, it will inevitably end up with the soul falling into the Nine Netherworld.
Everyone exclaimed, feeling sad and angry at the sacrifice of the genius.
A white stone fell into the fingertip and disappeared into a wisp of smoke.
The red clothes disappeared like smoke, and the next moment, Yin Baishuang landed firmly and steadily beside Bai Lian, her face turned pale.
Seeing that she was fine, the monks couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But then I thought about it. Among them, the two strongest people were unable to break through the bone formation and injure the demon at all. Could it be that they were really going to die here today?
"It's over...everything is over..." Everyone was disheartened. They looked at the army of bones that rolled up and swallowed up the infernal fire towards them. It seemed that they could only watch the desperate black curtain coming upwards, and a huge cage of panic. On everyone's mind.
The will-o'-the-wisp in Feng Ju's eye sockets was somewhat extinguished. It was obvious that the two blows had taken a huge toll on him, and his voice became increasingly hoarse and unpleasant:
"After all, they are just a group of righteous children who sit in a well and watch the sky, claiming to be aloof. On weekdays, they can only play with swords and catch a few brats to show off their power.
I have been studying this Bone Formation for five hundred years, and there has been no battle in five hundred years. You little guys can't find a way to crack it. "
This demon had the upper hand and was still so rampant. The monks were so desperate that they still suffered from this evil aura, and couldn't help but feel pain in their Dantian.
Feng Ju was concerned about his nephew Ye Shu's acquisition of the dragon beads, and did not want to be tied up with this group of people for too long. He lightly waved his white-bone palm and said calmly: "Give it to me."
Woo~~~~~~
At this moment, a flute tune rose softly, and the tune was like a golden knife splitting silk, clear across the wild.
A weeping vampire bead cuts through the green firelight, like a soul-soothing song, soothing the heart and soul.
The roaring and burning bones and corpses stopped as if they were under a restraining spell.
Feng Ju stiffened up and looked at the blind young man among the crowd in disbelief.
The monks who were full of tears and shouted in despair also fell silent along with the group of howling bones and corpses, and looked at Bai Lian with dumbfounded eyes. They were really shocked.
It seems that he did not expect that the young man who followed Su Jing and called him "Young Master" could be so secretive and capable of controlling this mountain of corpses and bones in one fell swoop.
Lin Zheng was stunned and looked at Bailian intently. He recognized that this was Zhongyou's trick, and couldn't help but be puzzled.
Didn’t it mean that Tai Xuanzong had always had deep hatred with the Zhongyou Dynasty, and there was a sea of blood feud?
How come my disciples can secretly learn the art of Zhongyou?
Yin Baishuang had a deep look on her face and her eyes became gloomy.
Among them, only Su Jing remained calm and calm from beginning to end, without any change of expression on his jade face. He quietly glanced at the jade flute in Bailian's hand, and then quickly looked away again.
As Bailian's fingers rose and fell, the flute sounded sharply, and even a layman could hear the killing intent in the flute's sound.
The clear instructions caused the group of white-white bone corpses to stiffen and move. The sound of the flute was like the spring breeze turning into silk. Countless invisible threads were lifting the group of white-bone corpses and changing their directions.
A moment ago, the ghost that was threatening everyone's lives suddenly became a weapon in his hand to fight back. The situation of the battle turned around, and everyone cheered.
Feng Ju's ghost eyes were gloomy, and he slapped his shoulders twice with his palms, trying to remove the yin fire from the corpse, but found that under the interference of the flute sound, these bones no longer listened to his orders.
He roared angrily, as if he had been greatly humiliated. His eyes were determined, and his fingers were like hooks, and he dug hard at his chest!
He dug out a red sternum and suddenly crushed it into pieces.
He raised the red bone powder, made gestures with his hands, and the powdery ashes flew into the brow of the corpse like tiny red midges.
The ashes he crushed were limited, and he could only recall half of the corpses to control. With the two facing each other, it would be difficult for the crushed bones to return to their original state.
Suddenly, the sound of bone-shaking explosions resounded throughout the underground palace.
It was not easy for Feng Ju to raise these corpses, and he was heartbroken.
Looking at the young man playing the flute to control thousands of corpses again, I realized that I had underestimated his deception ability. I knew that if it dragged on any longer, his bones and corpses would all be revealed here.
He gritted his teeth, put his fingers between his eyebrows, and drew out a burst of his soul power, spreading it over the entire battlefield.
The opposing skeletons have once again undergone great changes. They no longer continue to attack, but form an absolute defensive trend.
The arm bones were connected, the heads were connected, and under the rumbling sound, they turned into a huge wall of bones, surrounding everyone in all directions.
"Broken!" As Feng Ju shouted violently, the remaining souls between the brows of the bones that had turned into the city wall all burst into light and suddenly self-destructed.
The blast blew up all the skeletons controlled by Balian and turned them into a cloud of white ashes.
The fierce battle fell into an eerie calm for a while.
Feng Ju seemed to have exhausted his means and stopped attacking.
But the people in the Bone Wall cannot leave either.
Balian put the piccolo away and shook his body. The excessive consumption of spiritual power made it difficult to suppress the peacock feather poison in his body.
For a moment, my heart and lungs were on fire, and my eyes were so painful that I could hardly stand and fell backward.
Yin Baishuang, who had been watching Bai Lian's condition, changed his face slightly. He was about to make a move, but he didn't know what he thought of. His face was gloomy, and he lowered his clenched fists and remained motionless.
Su Jing reacted the fastest, and moved over lightly with Lian Bu. He did not help or support him, but stood quietly behind Bai Lian, holding his sword on the ground and standing quietly with his back to him.
The slender and soft shoulders firmly rested against his cold, hard and thin back. The movements were smooth and natural, and the picture was quiet and harmonious.
Xun Guan was startled by his appearance, fearing that he might die suddenly, so he hurriedly asked: "Master Si Chen, are you okay?"
Balian calmed down for a while, pinched the painful swelling between his eyebrows, waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter."
Xun Guandao: "The bone monster didn't attack us again, but we are trapped here by the broken city wall. What should we do next? We can't let Ye Shu really take the dragon ball and return happily, right?"
Under the poisonous intent, even the corpse bead in his body that did not belong to him began to wreak havoc on his meridians.
Balian tasted the power of the peacock feather poison again, and his limbs felt as if they were being torn to pieces.
He bit the root, without showing the pain between his brows, and said calmly and seriously: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We must break through and leave as soon as possible."
The monk who had been fighting hard for many days without rest said: "Master, your flute is so powerful. I don't think the monster outside will dare to attack for a while. Why don't we take a rest here first and replenish our strength before fighting again? I really I'm so tired."
"No." Bailian said resolutely: "Feng Ju's intention was not to kill but to trap us. He did not trap us here just to sit and watch us adjust our cultivation. We must leave immediately!"
Most of the monks couldn't listen. They had personally experienced all kinds of dangers in the outside world. After several adventures, they were already exhausted mentally and physically and didn't want to continue to fight hard.
People are not like ghosts, and their bodies are not made of iron. They are very tired, their bodies need to rest, and their tense emotions need to be relaxed.
Even in the war slave camp, there was no reason for them to fight continuously all night long.
"Master Si Chen, look at you, you can't even stand still, why don't you just listen to my advice and take a rest before fighting again?"
This group of people cherished their lives very much and refused to continue fighting hard no matter what.
Moreover, they clearly saw clearly that the bones and corpses built into the wall were sacrificed at the expense of the last remaining soul between the eyebrows to form this defensive bone formation.
Since it is a defensive formation, it naturally has no killing power.
Even though they can't speak out, they can't bring in the evil from outside. In this underground palace full of dangers, there is no safer place than here.
Besides, they have a large number of people and are powerful, and there is only one demon outside. So why not adjust the state to the peak and perfect period, gather up strength for a fight, and why worry about not being able to kill this monster?
Everyone sat down cross-legged to meditate and adjust their breath. What's more, they even took out food to grill and fill their stomachs. It couldn't be said that they were carefree.
Lin Zheng felt extremely helpless. If he had no choice, he would definitely not choose to cooperate with these monks who would do anything to survive.
He looked at Bailian helplessly. Unknowingly, he, who was always good at intelligence, actually left all his ideas to Bailian to make a decision: "Master Sichen, they can't be controlled. Otherwise, the four of us How about we work together to make a breakthrough?"
Balian leaned on the soft shoulders behind him and slowly slid down to sit in the weeds. He slid down weakly, and the man behind him also slowly squatted down to be at shoulder level with him.
"There is no need to over-expend your spiritual power." Balian shook his head and refused, feeling that this suggestion was stupid.
The monks sitting together now seem harmless, but in fact they all have their own thoughts.
It seems that he is extremely tired and wants to rest, but in fact he is eager for others to help break the siege so that he can preserve his strength.
In this way, the siege is broken. If Bailian still has some strength left, they can work together to fight.
But if Bai Lian and others are exhausted and have been resting without fighting, they still have enough strength to escape in time when the situation is disadvantageous.
Although Balian has a pure and kind nature, he does not want to be used as a weapon for others.
Although he was sure that Feng Ju must have left a back-up to deal with them when he trapped them here, but Bai Lian felt that even so, it would be difficult to kill him and Su Jing Yin Baishuang.
The real danger is this group of monks who are resting comfortably.
He kindly reminded them that fighting together could resolve the situation.
But they didn't listen and were still playing tricks with him. Naturally, there was no need for Balian to waste his energy on talking to them.
