Just when Qian Yunsheng shouted loudly, he suddenly stretched out his palm. There was an extremely dark and slender trace of light in the palm of his hand. This trace of light was like a bird fluttering about to take flight, flying up with a "swish" and fluttering in his palm.
Immediately afterwards, the Buddha's light above him and the ghostly energy below seemed to be attracted by this slender trace of light. For a moment, bright light and strange aura were mixed together, all directed towards this light mark.
At the same time, the light mark suddenly enlarged after absorbing the auras from above and below. The light is distorted and reflected, like the traces of earthworms, intertwining light and dark light. Reflected on Qian Yunsheng's sharp-edged face, his fanatical and focused face was even more reflected.
Qian Yunsheng was not only concentrating, but also staring at the slender trace of light on his palm with great tenderness, as if he was trying to hold his breath.
I saw him staring at this light mark, as if watching a jumping flame, slowly growing bigger there. At the same time, on the contrary, as the flame-like trace of light burned stronger and stronger, Qian Yunsheng felt that his body was getting colder and colder.
The kind of chill that seemed to solidify his blood and penetrate deep into his bones made him feel as if he was about to be solidified in ice, and even his heart seemed to be heading towards the coldest place. The darkness sinks.
"Don't chase the past, you can remember it when it comes. It's me now, why should I follow it." Qian Yunsheng suppressed the coldness in his heart, his unyielding eyes exuded a cold light, and he made a faint sound in his mouth.
The voice in his mouth seemed to be real, and it circled towards the light mark over and over again. As if he were a great witch from ancient times, with a trace of concentration and enthusiasm, he stared at the trace of light, changing, twisting, and gradually taking shape according to his will.
Finally, he showed a sneer, endured the bone-chilling chill, and threw the light mark on his hand towards the ghostly windy valley.
Immediately following, the Demon Sect monks who were originally standing on the edge of the Ghost Wind Valley relied on the talismans in their hands to withstand the rustling wind in the Ghost Wind Valley.
They all stared at the trace of light that was thrown towards the Ghostly Wind Valley. At the same time, they all threw the ghostly bags they were holding into the isthmus, and then backed away lifelessly.
"Giggle!"
As everyone on the Demon Sect took action within half a stick of incense, the sound of the dark wind in the Ghost Wind Valley changed. What was originally a rustling sound turned into a "gurgling" sound as if a villain was laughing.
This made Qian Yunsheng, who had retreated far away after the previous spell was cast, understand in his heart, and reminded Old Man He and others around him: "Here he comes!"
Then he hurriedly shouted: "Blood of Shark Demon, come on!"
Then it was seen that everyone, not just Qian Yunsheng, had a streak of blue blood on their cheeks.
At the same time, in front of them, in a long deep trench that had been dug around the isthmus, their demon sect men quickly poured buckets of Sharuki's blood into it.
As soon as Qian Yunsheng and the others were ready, a musty smell floated over on the ghost wind and rushed straight into everyone's noses.
It was as if everyone didn't need to use their spiritual consciousness to see the situation, but they could feel that the entire dark wind seemed to be full of bad luck.
It felt like there were countless yellow, green, gray-black, and star-white molds, all growing wantonly in the cold wind.
This extremely gloomy feeling is as if the cracks in the rocks, under the clods of soil, and even among the moist water drops throughout the isthmus are all covered with mold. Then it changed, multiplied, and finally began to float along the ghost wind, and then burrowed into people's heads.
"What the hell is this!"
Just when Qian Yunsheng was using the Shark Demon's blood that he had prepared long ago to fight against the strange changes in the Ghostly Wind Ghost Valley.
What the Eldar army on the other side didn't expect was that this side of the isthmus was completely sealed by Qian Yunsheng's Shark Demon blood. Therefore, all the power of this weird mold blew towards the Spirit Clan army with this gurgling ghost wind.
And not only that, unlike humans who have a keen sense of smell. For the Spirit Tribe, apart from the fact that the ghost wind became even weirder, in fact, the Spirit Tribe army did not notice any abnormalities in the ghost wind for the first time.
Until the first spiritual monk felt his ears itching for no reason, and then he dug hard and pulled out strands of white root-like things from his ears.
Immediately afterwards, another monk found a mushroom-like thing growing on his head. He pulled hard, and it hurt so much that he gritted his teeth and cracked his mouth. It felt as if I was taking a part of myself out of my body.
Just like that, a cluster of bright red fluorescent flowers grew out of the body of the Spirit Race monk, and green bronze mold spots appeared on the body of the Spirit Race monk.
There are also some spiritual monks whose bodies are spiritual flowers and spiritual trees, which will be even more bad luck. It was as if the whole body was surrounded by countless mycelium, and all kinds of strange and huge flowers as big as flowers sprouted from these monks' bodies.
Moreover, once these strange and huge flowers bloom, they will continue to spray countless mycelium into the sky, causing the entire Eldar army to be in uproar.
Even under such a bombing of the camp, even Hu Qingqing's ten thousand smoke cages in front were almost unable to stop him.
"not good!"
"Get out of here!"
Apparently Lilishe and Lilinei were also infested by mold in the dark wind. It's just that their cultivation level is high enough, so when the essence fire surrounds their bodies, these molds are completely burned away.
At the same time, he also helped the monks around him to get out of trouble.
But they are in a minority situation after all. When more monks face such a sudden outbreak, there is no way they can save themselves in time.
Therefore, when Li Lishe and Li Linei saw this situation, they had no choice but to take the lead and roar, leading a group of spiritual monks to quickly leave this weird place of Ghost Wind Ghost Valley.
But in this way, he ran head-on into Qian Yunsheng's mirage without any suspense.
Although both Li Lishe and Li Linei also knew that there must be something weird lurking in this mirage. There is also Hu Qingqing's smoke and smoke lingering in it, which is also a threat.
But it was obvious that the lesser of two evils was the right choice. Even if Li Lishe and Li Li Nei knew that they were trying to quench their thirst, they would not care about it for the time being.
Seeing that Qian Yunsheng had finally forced the Spirit Clan army into the mirage, he nodded to Gong Xiaoyue on the side and said, "Let's do it!"
"yes!"
Obviously Qian Yunsheng's arrangement was a chain of tactics, even if the Spirit Clan army could avoid this. They will also be surrounded by some of Qian Yunsheng's other tricks, and finally reach the position where Qian Yunsheng wants the spirit tribe army to go.
Therefore, since Gong Xiaoyue saw that Qian Yunsheng had a hint, she naturally waved the small flag in her hand without hesitation and said loudly: "Nine rays are moving forward, the essence of the flower is bright, the Yuanling Sutra is finished, the flag falls and the clouds are down!"
After drinking, the top of the small flag in Gong Xiaoyue's hand flew out in a blur, and a black and white figure emerged from the blur.
Then there was a "clicking" sound of the chain, and then this faint blur flew towards the sky, and after a while it completely disappeared.
