Lin Du endured the pressure and turned to look inside the cabin, "Yuan Ye, Xi Qin, play whatever you want to disrupt the rhythm of the bells."
Yuan Ye immediately took out the Xi Qin, sat on the spot, closed his eyes and played a sad tune.
The ringing of copper bells was dispersed by the plaintive sound of erhu, but Yuan Ye was far from as relaxed as he seemed on the surface. Normally, he would deliberately close his eyes and frown his eyebrows in order to appear intoxicated, but at this moment, it was entirely due to the exertion that his face had turned white. The steamed buns were wrinkled into shaomai pleats.
Yan Qing realized something, "Is it the eclipse bell?"
Breaking the formation with this bell is the method of southern Yunnan.
Lin Du didn't have time to spare his energy to answer the question, so he threw something to him, "Yan Qing, Gan Qi."
Yan Qing took it and discovered that it was a Nawutian stone.
"Tian Wu, light the fire, Li Wu." Lin Du threw something to Xia Wu Wu.
Then several people were ordered by Lin Du to run around, ready to set up the locking formation for her.
Lin Du stood in the center of the formation, expressionlessly wiping away the blood that overflowed from the corners of his lips. He then put down a spiritual crystal and used all his strength to force out a little spiritual power under the pressure of the high-level monks fighting. The formation is activated.
A faint golden light appeared on the ground, criss-crossing into a Bagua pattern, and then eight golden light pillars were erected, like an upside-down golden cage, tightly covering the five people inside. The pressure that had previously been as heavy as Mount Tai suddenly disappeared. Dissipated.
Yuan Ye frowned, and the rhythm of the minor tune suddenly accelerated.
Lin Du felt the turbulent flow of spiritual power in his body, secretly thought something was wrong, and uncontrollably raised his hand to cover his heart.
She was in so much pain.
It hurt so much that it felt like being crushed by a hydraulic press.
Lin Du frowned and gritted his teeth to find out the pain-relieving elixir that Jiang Liang had refined for himself. It didn't work after swallowing any of it, so he simply stuffed a handful into it and swallowed it whole. He turned to look at the man he was fighting with. Senior brother.
Amidst the mournful sound of the erhu, Ju Yuan's back became tragic and majestic, like a martyr fighting alone.
But his situation was much better than Lin Du thought, and he even had the upper hand.
Ju Yuan seemed to like dragon patterns. Today, his blue dragon-patterned robe was swaying in the air due to spiritual power, and the dragon behind him seemed to be alive and flying among the clouds.
The silver gun shot through the air like a dragon roaring, with cold light. The golden spiritual power belonging to the owner of the gun exploded in the cold clouds penetrated by the sun, and then with a righteous and majestic spirit, resisted without giving in. He was following the strange attack of the monk who was clearly a level above him.
The colorful glare dispersed, and Ju Yuan smelled the fragrant aroma.
This is the fragrance of flowers in winter. Where does it come from?
He frowned and held his breath, raised the gun and stabbed it out again. The gun barrel threw an arc of light in the air, and the gun blossoms were incredibly flexible in the man's hand.
It is originally a straight path, but it has many twists and turns, making people dizzy and unable to figure out where the man's next move will land.
A white rainbow pierced the golden spiritual energy fluctuations, and the sound of cracking silk sounded one after another.
Ju Yuan's face turned pale. He raised his hand and held the gun in front of him to block the white rainbow. The gun barrel vibrated so hard that his palms went numb.
"A genius favored by heaven is nothing more than this." The white-robed man's hoarse voice, like an old woman's, showed a hint of sarcasm, and then he raised his right hand and made a slight move.
The moment the man in white robe waved, the ringing of the copper bell stopped abruptly.
A cloud-breaking crossbow aimed at the ship, was filled with spiritual power, and shot out.
Lin Du didn't even move his eyelids. He held Xia Wu's intention of getting up and said through his spiritual consciousness, "It can't be broken by sharp weapons."
Her devilish master didn't follow the usual path in setting up formations. The defensive formations made by others could withstand large-area pressure, but they would be shattered as long as they concentrated their strength on a single attack.
But neither the spiritual ship's defensive array weapons nor a single person can do anything to it.
Unless they are separated and attacked together, and the explosive force cannot stop it, it needs constant oppression.
Basically, it can drain the strength of the monks surrounding the ship attack defense formation.
Ni Jinxuan looked at the blue figure nervously, "I think Master may not be able to defeat that weirdo."
"Why do you have such an idea?" Yan Qing said calmly, "This person hides his head and tail, but his skills are not recorded in the biography of the Chongxiao List. Even if he is not a human being, he should be in Chongxiao if he is more powerful than your master. On the list.”
There are both humans and monsters on the Chongxiao Ranking. As long as you are in this world, you cannot escape the way of heaven.
Yan Qing's implication was that it was impossible for that man to defeat Ju Yuan.
Lin Du suddenly said, "What if someone who shouldn't be in this world ends up in this world?"
Yan Qing was startled for a moment, and then looked at the ten people who were continuing to attack the defensive formation in astonishment.
"Lanjujie?"
Everything has its destiny, and if it is not in this world, it is not born from the heavenly way of this world, so it will naturally not be recognized.
"I've always had bad luck." Lin Du said, laughing softly, "I always like to cause trouble."
This scene never existed in the original plot.
There is no ancient city under the desert, and there are no people in white robes.
The butterfly effect is far more powerful than Lin Du thought. This is indeed a complete world. Even though many of them already have a life script, Lin Du is the variable that intervenes.
Still too weak, Lin Du thought.
She hated this feeling of incompetence.
Always annoying.
The defensive formation was in danger, and finally made a shattering sound under the unremitting efforts of dozens of people.
Yuan Ye was so frightened that his hands shook, and the tune took a turn, as if an old lady had fallen.
Xia Tianwu raised his hand to summon the strange fire, and was prepared to deal with ten monks of the same level by himself.
Lin Du looked at the monks who had exhausted their spiritual energy and could only keep themselves hovering in the air. There was a deep sarcasm on their faces that were too pale due to pain, and the hand holding the handle of the fan slowly tightened.
Just when she was about to unfold the Fusheng Fan, the giant shadow of a large spiritual ship suddenly appeared in the sea of clouds. Before she saw anyone, she heard a high-pitched ridicule, "Niang Le, let me tell you that you have right eyelids today." You still don’t believe it after jumping, now it’s better, are you in a disaster?”
A sword spirit with a sharpness that was completely different from the owner of the voice was divided into eleven sword energies in the air, and a series of explosions were made in the air.
"Children, Master Guiyuan Sect invites you to watch the fireworks in the daytime."
Pei Qin's figure suddenly appeared on the bow of the ship, and a sharp crossbow arrow hit his chest.
"Nianle, you cloud pirates still carry crossbows now? The equipment is getting better and better."
The purple-robed monk stepped forward with his sword in hand, "You guys use the Cloud-breaking Crossbow to reciprocate as courtesy. Can I fire a cannon for you?"
He raised his hand and waved his sword, but there was no hint of joking in his eyes, "Heavenly fire and thunder exploded."
The moment Pei Qin swung his sword, Ju Yuan, who had been at a disadvantage, turned over in the air and fired a shot.
"The dragon enters the sea."
Amidst the continuous explosions of sword energy, the erhu is exciting and the dragon roars majesticly.
The sword energy exploded with ferocious aura, forcing dozens of people who had not reached the Huiyang realm to retreat one after another, and then fell into the clouds like dumplings.
The man in white robe standing at the stern of the ship was knocked back several feet by the spear that turned into a dragon, and there was sticky blood hanging on the edge of the chin of the silver mask.
"As I said, I am a monk on the Chongxiao Ranking. Even if your realm is higher than mine, so what?"
The tip of the silver spear was pointed at the man in white robe. The man's brows were still righteous, "Why don't I send you down and look for that precious beast of yours?"
