Two breaths of time were enough for Runing and the other demon cultivators to arrive. However, seeing the faces of these people clearly, Wei Lin's heart sank to the bottom.
These people's eyes were gray and hollow, and their pale skin clung to their bones, like firewood. How could they be called human beings? They were clearly zombies.
As a ghost cultivator, Yinhua is just an unfashionable wild person, but she turned so many Yuanying cultivators into puppets. When did she become so powerful?
Dozens of powerful Yuanying masters could only deal with him. Yinhua's plan was not small.
In this blink of an eye, one after another ghost power attacks have landed on the bell-shaped magic weapon. The attack power of the move itself is not strong, but the resentment wrapped in it is extremely corrosive. The bell-shaped magic weapon flashes sharply, like The candle flame, blown by the strong wind, went out with a pop!
Wei Lin's scalp was numb, and at the moment when the bell-shaped Taoist instrument was damaged, he used another defensive magic weapon.
Sizzle...
This was not a Taoist weapon. It was corroded into slag by resentment as soon as it took a breath. He could only add one defensive magic weapon after another.
Something is wrong, these grievances are not what this plane should have!
It's definitely not Yinhua's ability. Otherwise, when Kuo Cangshan's talks collapsed, she would use such a killing move, and An Ran and others who couldn't use spiritual power would probably not be able to escape.
Wei Lin glanced behind him with the corner of his eye, and saw hesitation on the faces of the monks who were about to step forward to help. Thinking about it, who would dare to step forward easily with such terrifying resentment.
One defensive magic weapon after another was damaged, and the spiritual power in the body was gradually exhausted. However, the ghostly resentment of the mummies came one after another without any signs of exhaustion.
At the critical moment, a cluster of light green flames flew from behind, blocking Wei Lin's defensive magic weapon.
The resentment that can corrode the Dao weapons of the upper realm, in front of the weak green flames, seems to have encountered a natural enemy, and is burned away in the blink of an eye.
The mummies had a look of fear on their dull faces and were trembling.
It’s pure heart glazed fire!
Wei Lin breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took out a bottle of spirit-boosting pill and stuffed it into his mouth. How could he have forgotten that they still have this? The Pure Heart Glaze Fire has powerful purifying power and is the nemesis of these grievances.
Everyone was surprised and turned around to see that Mu Yan had arrived behind them at some point, trying hard to control the Pure Heart Glass Fire to purify the rest of their grievances.
"I'll go, Pure Heart Glaze Fire!"
"You actually have the Pure Heart Glaze Fire! The most extraordinary fire for an alchemist!"
"No wonder the elixir you made looks so good..."
"The Pure Heart Glaze Fire seems to have the same purpose as the pure Yin female body?"
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the people who were already jealous suddenly became obscure, and there was something else in their eyes.
Mu Yan's face turned pale.
The next second, Wei Lin flashed and came to her side, holding the Moli Sword in his hand. His eyes were piercing and he shot at the speaker coldly: "Then it depends on whether you have that fate."
Mu Yan felt warm in her heart. Although she was an alchemist with little fighting ability, there were people who would protect her, so there was no need to be afraid.
Wei Lin glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw An Ran and others trying to come over, so he hurriedly sent a message to stop them. Facing a group of Nascent Soul stage mummies, their coming over would not have much effect.
Runing turned her head and said to True Lord Jin Qing: "I remember that your Nangong family also has a bunch of pure heart glazed fire. Where is it now? Why is there no news at all?"
Jin Qing looked at him sadly, meaning: "It's long gone. There has been no trace since the death of True Lord Lingchu."
The death of True Lord Lingchu was caused by the great efforts of Tianwu Demon Cultivator.
Mu Yan felt guilty after hearing this. Wasn't her cluster the same cluster that disappeared from Tianxin Pavilion?
"kill."
Ethereal and eerie sounds came from all directions, it was the female ghost Yinhua!
Before Wei Lin found Yinhua's location, he saw the mummies with fear on their faces, but their bodies rushed towards them without hesitation, and the overwhelming power of ghost resentment surged towards them.
Mu Yan immediately controlled the Pure Heart Glazed Fire and spread it outside the defensive magic weapon. Fortunately, she had been refining alchemy for a long time and was good at controlling fire. Whichever direction had more ghost resentment, she had more Pure Heart Glazed Fire. For a moment, there was no defensive magic weapon at all. damage.
On the cliff, An Ran shouted anxiously: "Zhenjun Ruoshui, senior Runing, please help!"
After all, Mu Yan is only in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation. No matter how exquisite the fire control technique is, it can't consume dozens of Nascent Soul stage mummies.
Runing woke up from a dream, waved her hand, and all the demon cultivators took action simultaneously, raining down palm prints, fists, and spells on the mummies.
Only two of the mummies intercepted the attack of Tianwu Demon, and the rest were still used as defensive weapons to attack Wei Lin.
Obviously, their only target is Wei Lin.
Runing frowned and raised her voice: "Everyone, if these ghosts are not eliminated, Canglan will have endless troubles!"
After a moment of silence, the great cultivators and sea demons who were watching from the side also took action one after another.
Facing the attack of Canglan Great Demon and powerful men, the mummies were finally defeated, and their dry stick-like bodies were crushed to pieces by the spiritual light.
However, what is surprising is that they did not retreat, nor did they turn around to fight back against Runing and other great demons. Instead, they ignored Wei Lin's defensive magic weapon and collided with it.
The sharp screams of ghostly resentment being burned by the Qingxin Glazed Fire, accompanied by clanging sounds, made everyone's scalp numb.
Zheng Rui took a breath and looked at Wei Lin: "Did you dig up her ancestral grave? She hates you so much!"
Wei Lin also wanted to know the answer to this question. Logically speaking, the person Yinhua hated most was Ah Li. Why did he want to kill him now regardless of her?
Because Ah Li is in the egg and can't attack?
But Yinhua should have arrived long ago, not to mention there are so many opportunities on the way to Eagle Ridge.
Could it be that Yinhua's target has always been him, and by delaying taking action, he was waiting for Ah Li to turn into an egg and remove his biggest support?
Under the indifferent impact of the mummies, cracks appeared on the magic weapon. Mu Yan was shocked until her face turned pale and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth;
Wei Lin's spiritual power has long been exhausted, and he relies on the spirit-boosting pill to support him. Now the spirit-boosting pill has also been exhausted.
The situation is critical.
Boom!
The two remaining mummies collided with each other, and the defensive magic weapon was vibrated to a continuous buzzing sound. Mu Yan's sea of consciousness felt pain, and she could no longer hold on, falling down. The pure heart glass fire that had lost control flew back into her body.
Wei Lin's scalp exploded, and he summoned gray mist with his backhand to condense in front of him. Unfortunately, the gray mist had not yet condensed into a complete barrier. The defensive magic weapon had broken into pieces, and two mummies collided...
"Wei Xiaosan! Ayan!"
"Sister, Brother Wei!"
An Ran and Duoduo both exclaimed and flew over regardless of the danger.
Huge force came from the gray mist, and Wei Lin was immediately knocked out. His palms became cold and he lost all feeling.
It’s the spirit of ghostly resentment!
Mo Li's sword flashed, and half of his arm was cut off and corroded in an instant.
Wei Lin held back the severe pain and sealed the wound on his severed arm. His heart was beating fast. If he were one second later, his entire arm would be gone.
Looking up at the two mummies rushing towards him, he was heartbroken and poured all the remaining spiritual power in his body into the Moli Sword. The Qingye Sword Intent was generated in pieces, whirled away, and suddenly exploded when it came into contact with the mummies.
PS: If you break your hand, it will grow back soon. Please don’t give up on Ah Li and Wei Lin.
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