In the valley, the red and black mist gradually condenses, forming wine-red dewdrops.
Densely packed, connected together, floating and sinking in the air.
The dewdrops exuded a sweet smell that soon filled the entire valley.
Liu Yafei was still very weak, and she was half hanging on Lin Ming's body, looking sideways.
Her eyes were filled with clear waves, and the charm in her eyes was complex and difficult to express.
In this evil formation, any small injury is a fatal injury.
Lin Ming's divine word for "healing" has extraordinary magical effects.
Her internal injuries healed.
A life-saving grace!
Liu Yafei opened her mouth, "You..."
Lin Ming shook his head slightly, "You're too seriously injured, don't talk for now and have a good rest."
Withdrawing the word "heal", Lin Ming looked at Xue Wuchang who was running.
It was obvious that the other party was using some strange method to induce the fishy-sweet smell.
Under the reflection of his heart's eye, Lin Ming clearly observed that his heartbeat was slowly accelerating.
From six or seven beats per minute to eighty-nine beats per minute, and then to more than ten beats per minute...
Moreover, the bloodthirsty Bodhi ghosts around them beat their hearts uniformly, making weird heartbeat sounds.
Among the people, those with lower cultivation levels suffered from negative states such as dizziness, vertigo, unsteadiness, and weakness in limbs.
Lin Ming frowned slightly and reminded: "This smell is weird. The stronger the smell, the faster the heart rate."
"I don't know what method this is, but we must not let him succeed." Zhao Wusheng drew the knife in his hand and stood still.
Ge Qinghuang nodded, "The people in the Taihe Realm have mysterious methods, and he is an evil ghost, so his methods are mostly unexpected."
The implication of the two men's words is not to let Xue Wuchang be prepared.
Lin Ming nodded, glanced at everyone, then raised his left hand and swallowed the Three Yang Explosive Qi Bullet Pill held in his palm.
"I need thirty seconds."
After saying that, he closed his eyes, and the breath all over his body boiled, as if he was in magma, and a breakthrough might break out at any time.
Xue Wuchang's running speed slowed down, his eyebrows raised, and his face changed slightly.
"Something's wrong, his aura is very strange, as if he can break through again at any time... How can he break through the realm when he has not yet reached the level of body training?"
Unreasonable means unreasonable.
When he raised his hand and wiped his mouth just now, there was a slight swallowing in his throat.
He must have taken some kind of pill!
The general effect of this elixir is easy to guess. It is mostly to improve people to a large realm in a short period of time, or to explode the combat power of the next great realm.
A sense of crisis arose in Xue Wuchang's heart.
Lin Ming, who was not even a master of the Body Forging Realm, could kill the three heads of his blood shadow clone with one sword.
If you reach the realm of wonderful enlightenment, it's hard to imagine how bad the battle situation will become.
Thinking of this, Xue Wuchang squinted his eyes and said the same sentence with 9 faces and 9 different voices:
"Kill you!"
His nine clones stopped at the same time. He spun his left foot and pointed his toes towards Lin Ming.
Bang!
Nine sounds sounded in unison, leaving nine footprints on the ground in the outer circle.
Dust and debris flew gently, and the nine bloody figures turned into scarlet wind.
Hooray!
At this time, Ge Qinghuang drew his sword out of its sheath, and the Qinglei ancient sword shone with blue and blue thunder and lightning.
It's like a thunderbolt coming from the sky, and a banished immortal rising from the clouds.
A sword strikes thunder!
Ge Qinghuang's exclusive sword skill is also derived from the sword drawing technique.
The speed of this sword was so fast that no one in the room could keep up with it.
Xue Wuchang could only see a blurry afterimage.
However, the fluctuations of spiritual energy can be sensed.
"Little girl, although you are not bad, you are far from enough to stop me."
Xue Wuchang grinned and clasped his hands in front of his chest.
Bang!
He didn't panic at all when the sword light came into his hands.
Because, having tried Ge Qinghuang's sword before, Xue Wuchang only felt that the speed of the sword was very fast, but the power was too far behind.
Not much of a threat!
However, Ge Qinghuang's dark eyebrows were like swords, and she raised them slightly, "The flying sword shocked the giant."
The Qinglei Ancient Sword was already in the rapid state of the sword-drawing technique "One Sword Shocks Thunder", but suddenly received a second blessing, and its speed instantly exceeded Xue Wuchang's original prediction.
The palm of his hand was shot empty, and the ancient sword was nailed through the chest of Xue Wuchang's clone. This was not the end.
A flying sword can startle a giant, a sword can startle thunder, how can people be disappointed when the sword is drawn?
With one sword pass, four bloody figures collapsed.
At this time, Zhao Wusheng smiled boldly and valiantly.
"How can you leave me out?"
She holds two swords, one positive and one negative, one black and one white.
Swish, brush, brush!
Four knives, two black and two white, and four bloody shadows were struck by the knives.
At this time, the black flame sword energy turned white, the white flame sword energy turned black, the yin and yang were instantly reversed, and the terrifying lethality exploded instantly.
boom!
The four blood shadows of Impermanence instantly vaporized.
His expression changed drastically, and he thought to himself that there were far more monsters in this group than he thought!
However, he realized this too late.
The little guy's two small wave hammers contained the power of ice and water, and hit the last blood shadow of Xue Wuchang on the forehead.
The two forces of ice and water intertwine, instantly producing a freezing effect.
The ninth blood shadow clone of Xue Wuchang solidified on the spot.
Jian Wuxu rose up with his sword, and the thirteen swords shot outward.
One sword, two swords, three swords... Thirteen swords, each sword is deadly.
Pierce the heart! Over the throat! Brain-breaking!
Thirteen major points all over his body were nailed by flying swords. Jian Wuxu held the sword box in his arms and hit the ground hard.
Boom!
The surface of the earth shook suddenly, conveying the power of Chutu Xing and the sword intention of the mountain.
The combination of the two suppressed the ninth blood shadow of Xueming, which was already in a frozen state.
At this time, Xue Wuchang's body and consciousness slowed down.
The next second, the attacks from the rest of the group, as well as the second attacks from Ge Qinghuang and Zhao Wusheng, all hit the ninth blood shadow.
Withstanding all the power, the ninth blood shadow bubbled all over, and then exploded, turning into a ball of bloody fireworks.
Bang!
"Is he dead?" asked a city defense soldier.
Next to him, another city defense soldier smiled and said, "They have all turned into ashes. How can they still survive?"
Before the two of them finished their conversation, they fell down softly.
thump! thump!
He fell to the ground, his mouth, nose, eyes and ears... blood was pouring from every pore in his body.
In front of everyone, he turned into a mummy in less than three seconds.
Seeing this scene, everyone felt cold in their hearts.
One, two, three, four, five... several city defense soldiers fell one after another.
Their cultivation levels are generally low, and they are the ones who guard the city gate all year round.
Jiang Tao's eyes were about to burst, "Brother!!!"
He was right. There were two brothers among them who he had single-handedly brought up, and one of them was even his cousin.
In person, turn into a human being.
Jiang Tao's eyes turned red.
At this time, Xue Wu Chang's gloomy voice floated in the air.
"Come on, guess how long you can resist?"
At this moment, Lin Ming suddenly opened his eyes, "Guess you're a banana!"
The three divine symbols of water, fire, and thunder rose up, and the surrounding spiritual energy gathered and sank into the scabbard of the Jingxian sword.
Lin Ming's steps were like drawing a bow. The arrow shot out without looking back. He jumped out with a single step, leaving no trace of anyone.
His inner eye accurately found the location of Xue Wuchang's body.
When he fell, he was shocked.
The frightening sword is unsheathed.
Keng!
Lin Ming raised a bright and dazzling sword.
Deep purple, red, and blue.
It contains the swiftness of thunder, the tyranny of fire, the turbulence of water... and the wanton anger in his chest.
