The middle-aged scribe was the weakest among the three in terms of physical strength. He couldn't bear the overwhelming soul power at first. His throat felt sweet and he spurted out a mouthful of blood!
In the blink of an eye, when the middle-aged scribe showed his weakness, a black mist dragon circled behind him and suddenly dispersed, revealing a mass of black war spirits riding war horses. There were three riders in the lead, holding horse spears, followed by a large group. The cavalrymen armed with swords, guns, swords and halberds were like the reappearance of an iron-blooded battlefield, charging towards the middle-aged scribe.
As soon as this group of fighting spirits passed through, the middle-aged scribe was like an eggplant beaten by frost, and his body suddenly withered and fell from the air.
"Brother Hehuan..." The strong man with loose hair shouted in a hissing voice. His bloodshot eyes saw that before the middle-aged scribe's body had completely landed, the large group of war spirits circled back and passed through his body again.
The soul of a middle-aged scribe was clad on the long horse. He was struggling and waving his hands and feet, as if calling for help or moaning in pain.
He was so unwilling, his illusive eyes were full of despair and fear, but it didn't help, and finally disappeared into the thick fog.
The poor middle-aged scribe had a magical power, but he couldn't use it at all under the suppression of his soul power, so he died!
"This... what kind of magical power is this?" The burly man with blond hair kept mumbling to himself. He lost all desire to fight the enemy and waved his swords vigorously. He transformed several times and escaped from the range of the dead souls.
Just when he was about to turn around and leave, he realized that there were black shadows behind him and more war spirits standing like a military formation, already surrounding him.
Yan Yun's eyes were fixed on the group of fighting spirits led by the three-pole horses. Although their shadows were illusory and difficult to identify, he felt familiar.
How many times have I been haunted by my dreams, how many nights have I cried out in pain!
Those three iconic shots were a pain that could not be erased from the depths of his memory!
Never need to think of it, but never forget it!
Is it the ghost of his father and brother?
He searched in the rolling black fog, but it was not easy to find a special group of dead souls among the dead souls in the sky as dense as dark clouds.
But he finally found out the clues. The war spirit and the fighting spirit were different, which was reflected in the looming armor and weapons of the dead soul.
Those who use long weapons, although there are other fighting spirits dressed like the Qiang people mixed in, most of them are wearing armor, much like Dayu soldiers.
Following this discovery, he found the person in charge of controlling this team of fighting spirits. It was a person beside Scar whose face was almost invisible!
The reason why this person's face cannot be seen clearly is because he looks too ordinary and does not have any distinctive features, making it difficult for people to remember his appearance.
At first glance, it was him, but in the blink of an eye, I couldn't remember his specific appearance.
His realm is actually one level higher than Scar's, reaching the upper level of the Lingtai realm. I don't know what method he used to conceal his cultivation before.
Yan Yun stared at him fiercely and did not even hear the calls of Fairy Chunhe, Ji Zhao and others.
Seeing Yan Yun's eyes fixed on him, this "ordinary person" raised his head and smiled, and suddenly fired a bright sword of energy, which was only a few feet away from Yan Yun's throat.
"Be careful!" Fairy Chunhe exclaimed, stretching out a yellow umbrella and blocking it in front of Yan Yun.
With a "pop" sound, a tiny hole was drilled into the umbrella surface of the Huangluo Umbrella. The umbrella's protective ability could not completely resist the seemingly ordinary gas-based sword!
The remaining energy of the Qi Sword passed through the texture of the Huangluo Umbrella and reached the center of Yan Yun's eyebrows. He only had time to tilt his head, and a bloody mark was drawn on his cheekbone, which he could barely avoid.
Fairy Chunhe never expected that her protective magical weapon would be so vulnerable. Her pretty face turned red and she looked shocked.
Yan Yun was shocked by this and finally woke up from the pain and sinking.
He also found a characteristic of "ordinary people". The moment the other person raised his head and smiled, he saw a green mole on this person's chin.
The other two Dream Spirit Sect monks who were with the "ordinary people" were one fat and one thin. They were also like Scar and were mid-level monks from the Lingtai Mirror.
In order to achieve their goals, these four Menling Sect monks concealed their true strength. It was not until they launched an attack to draw the mana from their Dantian that they revealed their true identities!
Yan Yun touched the Netherworld Soul Flag with his left hand, opened his mouth again, spit out the Evil Punishing Spear, and looked around the field with a flash of stars.
At this time, with the help of the old woman, the white fox was fighting with Tuoba Lie and Duo Ni.
The red-robed old man and the brawny man with disheveled hair were trapped in the dead soul array, struggling to support themselves. If they were not around the soul array, there were nine spiritual platform monks, including Nishui Zhenren, who were interfering with Scar and others. The two of them were afraid that they could not escape the fate of middle-aged scribes.
However, this situation cannot last long, because the soul power is invisible, and no one dares to be enveloped by it. Once imprisoned, life and death will be at risk!
As for the magical weapons they sacrificed, as soon as they entered the soul array, they immediately became sluggish and could not exert their due lethality.
Therefore, although there are many Lingtai realm monks in Dayu and their combat power is not low, they have no way to break the kunai and are stretched thin, making this fight one-sided.
At the same time, at the seats where the Qi Condensing Realm disciples were sitting, the monks from the Dream Spirit Sect took out the dark ghost soul flags. Dozens of flags were floating in the air. Although each flag released about a few hundred to a thousand dead souls, But they can be brought together to form an extremely powerful soul power.
Although there were many disciples in the Qi Condensation Realm of Dayu, they were vulnerable to a blow. As soon as it started, more than thirty monks fell to the ground, their souls sucked away.
Jintong and Jinyu, the brother and sister, fell away without even humming.
There were only three disciples of Master Nishui in Blackwater Pond, but Old Monster Ni escaped. He, who always had his eyes on top, barely escaped death and stood on the flying boat, his legs and neck trembling.
Hua Mo and Yu Fang saw the opportunity quickly and released flying earthworms, condescendingly fighting with the Qiang monks with the help of the others.
Yan Yun never expected that in the short period of time when he was absent-minded, the changes in the field would be so unbearable, and he was greatly disappointed!
When life and death were at stake, the first reaction of most of the monks in Dayu was not to resist, but to run away!
Not to mention those Qi Condensation Realm disciples, even the Lingtai Realm monks, as many as half abandoned their old friends, released flying boats or spirit beasts, and ran towards the entrance of the auction house.
Hundreds of people were like herds of sheep, piled up in the narrow doorway, panicking like bereaved dogs.
After Yan Yun discovered the secret of the Meng Ling Sect disciples' robes, he discussed with Fairy Chun He how to deal with it, but she thought he was joking until Yan Yun showed her the Taoist robes and Nether Soul Flag obtained from Li Ao. The power and various secrets made her doubtful.
Fairy Chunhe is a leader among the small and medium-sized sects and casual cultivators in the remaining areas of Zhongnan Mountain. She has high self-control skills, and she is in the local area, living at the foot of the "elephant". Even if Meng Ling Sect and Lianyun Village are colluding, , the so-called strong dragon cannot suppress the local snake, the two can never get along well.
Her thoughts were still biased toward Lianyun Village and she dared not take action.
After Yan Yun's repeated persuasion, she decided to fight these people and destroy the arrogance of the so-called Meng Ling Sect. After all, there were so many comrades in the Yuzhu Pavilion auction house, no matter in terms of number of people Or in terms of the number of high-level monks, once they unite, their power on paper will be far stronger than each other.
There is no doubt about her personal ability, but she has obvious shortcomings in facing conspiracies and conspiracies, and she has no experience in fighting in a large group, so she underestimated the ability of Monk Dayu.
After all, Yan Yun is only a second-level monk in the Qi Condensation Realm. He cannot command her and can only act under her command.
Yan Yun was satisfied that she would make complete preparations in advance, but when the governor came, it was not what she imagined.
The cultivators in Dayu are leaderless, and they run away as soon as they fight, so how can they have any fighting power?
This undoubtedly fueled the arrogance of the Meng Ling Sect monks, who laughed and harvested human lives wantonly.
"Haha, look at us catching turtles in an urn!" The horned girl's tone seemed a bit innocent and romantic, but her behavior was chilling. Her speed of harvesting the souls of the monks was no slower than that of her other sect members.
At this moment, four dragon heads appeared at the doorway, carrying the fire that burned the sky, and came towards this group of people!
The few Lingtai Realm monks who rushed in front dodged quickly and were safe, but the Qi Condensation Realm disciples behind them suffered a disaster. More than a dozen people were covered in fire, and they didn't even make a sound. Their bodies were instantly charred, and their black ashes were like ashes. Dust falls to the ground!
"Fight!" A monk in the Lingtai realm was shouting.
But people's hearts are unpredictable. Only three monks from the Lingtai realm returned to the battle group after hearing this shout. The other nine were divided into three groups. In one group, three people in a hurry took out their magic weapons and attacked the four dragons Li Huozhen. Another four people avoided the range of the formation and launched bombardments at the wall of Yuzhu Pavilion. The other two used flying magic weapons to avoid the radiation range of the soul array, rose high, and rushed towards the top of Yuzhu Pavilion. go!
Suddenly, a fluorescent light flashed, and three sets of wind, fire, and lightning talismans appeared at the crowded entrance of Yuzhu Pavilion.
These three sets of talismans were arranged in three rows, and the fluorescence instantly increased, blinding everyone's eyes!
Fire borrows the power of wind, electricity borrows the power of thunder, wind and thunder intersect, lightning and stone fire!
The white light and fire were like the wind blowing through the remaining clouds, and like the flames burning the mountain, the entire Yuzhu Pavilion was trembling!
The heart-rending screams were drowned out by the wind!
The panic and confusion were covered up by the God of Thunder!
Someone's body was on fire, and they were lifted up by the sweeping wind and flew into the air. Their clothes turned into ashes, their skin was mottled and blurred, and pieces of flesh fell off.
In the end, a living person was burned into a charred skeleton, then shattered into pieces and scattered everywhere!
Some people were in ragged clothes, with not a drop of blood on their bodies, smoking, standing upright like wood, rolling or being lifted up, but their hair was so weird that it was pulled straight one by one, and the person had long since lost his breath!
Lives were ruthlessly slaughtered, and it was horrific!
More monks were injured, some had bloody heads, or were covered in blood blisters, like ants, they fled near the entrance of Yuzhu Pavilion.
Obviously, Lianyun Village has thought of this a long time ago and ordered its disciples to search for sets of wind, fire, thunder and lightning talismans in order to cooperate with the Meng Ling Sect's plan and cause great damage to the Dayu monks!
Only three sets of talismans were activated, and the power produced was earth-shattering!
The Qi Condensation Realm monks in Dayu suffered heavy casualties, and the gate of Yuzhu Pavilion could not withstand the raging power. The Four Dragon Lihuo Formation was destroyed, revealing a broken doorway.
However, this Yuzhu Pavilion has already set up a dragnet. Outside the broken doorway, what is not the green bamboo avenue that the Dayu monk is familiar with, but a chaos, faintly accompanied by abnormal roars.
This situation is exactly the same as what Fairy Chunhe saw at the Yunduan Stone Bridge in the morning when she was about to leave Lianyun Village.
Obviously, Lianyun Village spared no effort in cooperating with the Meng Ling Sect to set up a conspiracy to massacre the Dayu monks!
This is what they set up early on, a situation of death that uses the longevity pill as bait to lure you into the urn and stew it all in one pot!
