Central Plains·Wuzhen
"No, the witch's spiritual power is gradually weakening. It seems that Miss Mingming has reached the ferry of Huangquan at this time. Even if Lord Yan is seriously injured by us, it is not something that the witch can defeat alone." Wan Shi. Wu listened to Qiu Mingming's pulse.
"Unless we can follow the flow of her inner power and intervene."
"How should we act?" Yun Musheng hurriedly asked Wan Shiwu.
"We drive spiritual power. As long as we find the circuit of Mingming's inner power through the witch in her body and resonate with it, we may intervene. However... we may not necessarily appear in that realm in human form. .”
"No matter what, give it a try."
Just as the five people were sitting around Qiu Mingming, ready to stretch out their palms to resonate with his inner power, a black mass suddenly flew from the distance.
Passing through the forest of burned branches and dead trees, they rushed towards this place quickly.
"You go on, I'll stop them!"
Wan Shiwu turned his head and stood up, mobilized his little spiritual power, and once again let the surrounding water droplets gather in his palms. Ma Qingfeng, who had not moved for a long time, entrusted Xiao Lingluo to Lu Qingjiu's care, and then he came Wanshiwu's side.
He stretched out, took out a pair of daggers from his waist and said, "It's finally time for me to show off my skills. The strength of Mr. Yan Jun just now was so terrifying that I was really frustrated to death."
"Brother, don't let your guard down yet. Look carefully at the group of flying pigeons. They are all surprisingly sharp and powerful. This is not a mortal breed. This is the third pigeon raised by Lord Yama besides the forest fire tree and the ax giant. The attendants, now that Lord Yan has been sealed, they will certainly come to take revenge,"
Ma Qingfeng was stunned when he heard this and said, "You mean, these pigeons are..."
"Yes, this is after Yan Jun was sealed, Yu Wei!"
Ma Qingfeng looked carefully at the group of pigeons flying in the distance, and saw that those pigeons were not like ordinary white pigeons at all. The feathers on their bodies were black, and the wings and claws were as powerful and sharp as an eagle's. , coupled with the arrow-like beak, it was like thousands of arrows were fired at Wuzhen.
"Wan... Master Wan, you can even defeat this Lord of Hell. At this point, it shouldn't be a problem for you alone."
"No, it was not the five of us who defeated Yan Jun, but Xuanzong spent hundreds of years on that day studying the Five Elements God-killing Formation through ancestors of all generations. We just happened to have the spiritual power given by the divine stone to activate it."
"Then these pigeons..." Ma Qingfeng's words became more and more trembling, and fear arose in his heart.
"Try it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wanshiwu dispersed the rainwater in his palm, and all of it rose into the air, forming a cloud that floated towards the group of pigeons galloping in the distance.
The pigeons flew below the clouds, Wan Shiwu loosened his clenched fist, and heavy rain poured down from the clouds. Every drop of rain was like a sharp blade.
From a distance, the two of them could see pigeons being shot down in the distance, but it didn't seem to shake the dark group.
Wan Shiwu gasped and fell to his knees on the ground. His physical body could not withstand the spiritual power drive for such a long time, not to mention that he had just fought with the Lord of Hell.
At this time, the two people were helpless and had no choice but to let the flock of pigeons attack.
Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves, and behind them, an armored cavalry rushed from the northern entrance of Wuzhen to where Wan Shiwu and Ma Qingfeng were. Perhaps because the roads in Wuzhen were narrow, they could not move much faster. .
It took a lot of effort to gather all the hundreds of people here.
"Shield soldiers defensive formation, line up!"
Hundreds of soldiers took off their giant shields in an instant and held them in front of the formation. The shields were dependent on each other, forming a solid copper wall and an iron wall, with no gaps visible.
The leading soldier directed a group of people to hide behind the shield wall. Those who did not have enough space looked for houses as bunkers.
Although the soldiers were experienced in leading troops, if they looked closely, they saw a young man who seemed to be about the same age as Yun Musheng. The young man glanced at the crowd, and when he passed by Lu Qingjiu, he glanced at him sheepishly.
When Wan Shiwu and Ma Qingfeng came to him, the man came to his senses, bowed his hands towards Wan Shiwu and said, "I am in the Xiaoyao Marquis Mansion, Fu Shu. I received a letter from Miss Lu and came here to rescue you."
"Get down!"
Lu Qingjiu was heard screaming in shock. A flying pigeon came flying towards me, but fortunately Fu Shu was smart enough to dodge it in time.
The flying pigeon hit a strong shield and made a loud noise, causing the soldiers behind the shield to suffer unspeakably.
I saw that almost the whole body of the flying pigeon was shattered by the impact of the collision. Only the sharp beak was still dragging the half-slouched body and was inserted into the strong shield.
The three of them hurriedly hid inside the shield array, waiting for the coming storm.
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The fiery red Bianhua flower was thrown to the ground by the old man's wave. It seemed that it was gradually losing strength and could no longer lift its dilapidated petals.
The old man walked towards Qiu Mingming again. Although Qiu Mingming did not understand what the other shore flower was, the way it tried to protect itself just now, coupled with the ominous aura coming from the old man, made Qiu Mingming subconsciously took a few steps back.
The old man seemed to be getting impatient, and suddenly he showed a fierce look, holding one hand in the air. Qiu Mingming instantly felt that his body was tightly grasped by the palm in the air, and he could not move.
There was a strange smell in the wind blowing from the distance, and with a "swish" sound, an ice sword engraved with snowflakes rode the strong wind and instantly cut off the old man's fist in the air, allowing Qiu Mingming to relief.
The old man seemed to be unable to feel pain, and the severed hand grew back again. However, from the expression on his dark face, we could vaguely see the resentment and irritability in his heart at this moment.
"It's you again. Since you took the initiative to die, then your lives will be yours!"
Before the old man could stand up and fight back, another thunderbolt fell from the sky, and the flames spread all over his body. The rocks from the surrounding land continued to gather together, wrapping the old man into a stone ball.
A gust of wind rose around the ice sword, pushing Qiu Mingming in the other direction. Although Qiu Mingming's mind was in a blur at this time and could not remember anything, this ice sword inexplicably gave her A familiar and friendly feeling.
So his legs and feet unconsciously followed the wind coming from around the sword and ran forward. The old man who was buried under stones at the turbid spring suddenly let out a howl.
Then Qiu Mingming heard something vaguely unknown running towards her in the mist behind her. The mist was too heavy and she couldn't see their shapes, but she could feel the sheer number of them. .
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, some were running on two feet, and some were crawling on four legs. No matter how Qiu Mingming speeded up her legs and feet, they did not distance her from those things at all.
There was a sudden pain in his left shoulder. Qiu Mingming turned around suddenly and saw a thin dwarf kid holding on to his back. There were sharp teeth in his mouth, and his other hand was still there. Holding a knife.
As the hand raised the knife and dropped it, there was a scream.
