The ten fingers flicked and danced softly, and in front of him, a palm-sized miniature storm sphere rotated.
He controlled the huge cyclone above his head by manipulating the wonderful little sphere, and the surrounding sky continued to bloom with magical light, causing the black clouds to swell. Bai Yujun closed his eyes and calmly intensified the storm...
Suspended two feet above the ground, her long white hair was flying around, covering her pretty face.
The long dragon tail sways gently at will.
The colorful orbs between the dragon's horns are filled with spiritual energy, assisting Bai Yujun in driving the wind and rain clouds, and hunting in white clothes.
The faint fluorescence is a touch of white under the dim sky. No matter how fierce the battle is, he does not raise his eyes. The two delicate hands jump and dance flexibly, working hard to compress and increase the power of the storm.
Xu Ling relied on the inside to block the aftermath of the attack on Bai Yujun, most of which were intercepted by the more powerful Yang Mu. Although Mu Duo had many mysterious methods, there was still a gap between him and Yang Mu. Yang Mu had more experience fighting in the fortress with Chunyang Palace.
A few more zombies are desperately approaching the storm area...
"Stop them!"
The spiritual sword is flying, and the Tai Chi Bagua chart is shining!
Yang Mu looked calm and helped his fellow disciples to force the zombies to retreat!
The scene was too chaotic and disorderly. A black and gray death energy attack penetrated the defense and flew towards Bai Yujun. Bai Yujun, who was like a fairy in the world, could not move. The last death energy attack passed by and hit the hillside, causing the grass and trees to wither. Defeat.
A hundred meters away, two more gray-black death auras hit...
Bai Yujun still lowered his head, the death aura was getting closer and closer!
Just when the gray-black death energy was about to approach, it was suddenly bounced away. A white oil-paper umbrella was slowly opened. It was snow-white, and flowers slowly bloomed on the umbrella. It rotated gently around Bai Yujun, flashing quickly and slowly to resist the attack. , the mysterious paper umbrella shows its strength.
In fact, Bai Yujun was very anxious. He had never had the idea of becoming a hero to attract firepower since he was a child. According to his past habits, he would have run away long ago.
You can't stop using your talent to control the wind, otherwise all your previous efforts will be wasted.
"careful!"
Mu Duo shouted, and saw a ghost-headed sword drawing an arc and flying around several Chunyang monks!
The timing was very precise. The white paper umbrella resisted the attack on the other side. The ghost-headed knife was still moving forward. Mu Duo hurriedly threw the thin knife to stop it, but he did not expect that the force was so strong that it was bounced away...
Just when the rusty ghost-headed sword was about to hit, Bai Yujun swung the dragon's tail fiercely!
Dang~!
The strong scales hit the blade with an inclined plane. The friction between the blade and the scales caused a string of sparks to be knocked out of the direction, passing by Bai Yujun's side and piercing into the mountain rock!
Due to the huge force, the ghost-headed sword pierced into the rock trembled for a long time before becoming quiet.
The beautiful eyebrows wrinkled slightly, too much interference affected the display of talent.
Recalling that thunder and lightning have a suppressive and deterrent effect on ghosts and evil spirits, he pulled down several bolts of lightning from the sky and wandered around. The high-level zombies fighting around had to retreat away.
The fighting continued until sunset. Both sides were tired and neither could do anything to the other, and the zombies retreated.
Although the zombies retreated, Bai Yujun still did not stop. He continued to mobilize distant rain clouds to gather and strengthen the wind. He was busy for several days and nights in a row, which was extremely stressful.
In the early hours of that night, the zombies attacked again, but were blocked.
Yuan Xiu was also accustomed to the abnormality in the sky. He couldn't see the blue moon at night, so he was happy to compose poems.
Thunder bursts from the high mountains in the pass, and the wind sobbed like a god crying. Lightning illuminated the black clouds at night and outlined their outlines. It also illuminated the constantly rotating storm sphere, making the figure on the mountain top more and more clear...
The heaven and earth are as oppressive as hell, and the extreme weather triggers a sea of corpses outside the customs.
Not only the restless carrion wanted to escape, but also the birds and animals closer to the mountains whined and fled away.
In fact, Bai Yujun had tried his best to lift the storm ball high into the sky, but the movement was too big and eye-catching. From the ground, it looked like a doomsday scene, and from the sky, looking at the churning and swirling sea of clouds, it was another picture.
With the current strength gathered and compressed continuously for ten days, no matter where it breaks out, it will be a disaster.
The eighth day...
ninth day……
On the tenth day, Bai Yujun felt that he could no longer compress it. At this moment, the huge cyclone above his head was comparable to the most terrifying typhoon. The fingers that manipulated the tiny storm ball were trembling. There were several times when he was so tired that he wanted to find this thing somewhere casually. throw it out.
Perhaps because they knew they couldn't interrupt the control storm, the zombies simply stopped playing in the later stages.
In the early morning of the tenth day, the message was sent back to Chunyang Palace, and then, Moubai left the mountain with a miniature version of the storm ball...
The movement of the huge storm ball attracted the attention of many people. Judging from the direction, they were planning to bypass the fortress and exit. Everyone in the fortress breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Jiaolong for his mercy. Such a big ball would probably not even get a brick once it exploded above the fortress. Leftover.
Many powerful players on the alliance side fly into the sky to prevent zombies from blocking them.
What's strange is that the powerful zombie hiding behind still hasn't appeared. Yu Rong and other alliance experts are more and more worried the more they can't see their opponents, lest the terrible zombie has a premeditated plan.
Very calm, Yu Rong always felt that something was wrong...
Bai Yujun swung the dragon's tail and climbed over the mountains, then turned and moved towards the funnel plain outside the fortress.
In fact, there was a lot of movement when it moved, and the storm ball whined and thundered.
The sky was gloomy and depressing.
It is very strange to see it from high above the clouds. The endless sea of black clouds is illuminated and disappeared by lightning from time to time. The entire cloud layer slowly rotates and moves clockwise. The center is not the eye of the wind, but a huge turbid sphere, which bypasses the fortress and turns over. Cross the mountains and go straight to the wilderness outside the pass!
On the top of the beacon tower and on the Great Wall in the mountains, countless defenders stared at the sky in a daze.
A cold, dark place deep in the rich dead air.
The dark figure at the top looked up, with no visible face, no red eyes, no fangs, nothing. The broken helmet was as dark as an abyss. The shadow stood up, grabbed an old spear that was dilapidated, covered in scratches and rusted, and brought it with it. Step by step away from the high platform made of piled skeletons with fear...
"Dragon? It's rare to see it, it's good."
The voice was hoarse and harsh, like a whisper in the ear, and the high-level zombies who were closer knelt down and trembled.
Phew~
The spear in his hand burned with blood-red flames...
Customs.
Bai Yujun, who was pushing the storm ball forward, suddenly frowned and looked to the north with serious expressions. He looked at the many high-level monks who were protecting the law around him. They were afraid that the majestic power of heaven and earth contained in the storm ball would retreat far away. They have all experienced mistakes, and they are afraid that the dragon controlling the storm ball will accidentally cause disaster.
Think about it.
Suddenly, a burst of water mist covered Bai Yujun's figure, and he soon reappeared.
The storm ball has left the fortress far enough away. The violent pressure of the vast world makes the sea of corpses restless. They want to escape but are unable to move due to the overcrowding. The death energy in the sky is also attracted or dispersed by the ball. Endless black clouds replace the filthy death energy. Covering the sky, thunder and lightning flash frequently to purify the dead air...
When I felt it was almost done, I pressed down the miniature storm ball in my hand with my little hand!
In the distance, a dark figure walked out of the thick death aura, with a broken spear in his hand burning with blood-red flames...
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