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Chapter 242 The Savior of the World ([-])

The lord of Huacheng, Hua Lingjie, had rushed back to Huacheng with a group of disciples cultivating immortals half an hour ago, and Chenghong was among them.

But so far he has not returned, and no news has come.

Now it is confirmed that the Immortal Artifact of Huacheng has been moved by someone, and the ghost energy of Fengdu spread rapidly to the top of a hundred miles around.

Immediately, a gloomy and dispirited mood enveloped the heads of the Cultivation Sect.

Yan Tianjiao is the leader of this group of main forces killing ghost cultivators. His black robe is red, his eyes are icy, and his face is cold.

"Just relying on you bastards, you still want to leave Fengdu in vain? Dreaming!"

His black robe and red clothes suddenly flew up, the hem was floating and layered, lining up his slender waist and toughness. He drew his hands together in front of his chest, forming seals on his hands, and suddenly a dao formation of more than ten feet glowed with blue and white light.

It instantly illuminated one side, suppressing the flow of ghost energy around it.

The wind around Yan Tianjiao became more and more fierce, and the biting cold wind actually brought large flakes of snowflakes. The cold wind shook everything around him, howling and howling, blowing like mad, and the snow gradually blurred his vision.

Ghost Xiu was so shocked that he didn't dare to get too close.

But who would have thought that the speed of the blizzard's growth was so fast, they retreated again and again, but it was like a big white mouth formed by pulling and weaving, and it swept them into the air with one blow.

Being pulled and dragged up, there was an uncontrollable scream and scream mixed together.

The cold wind howled across the border, and in the end, the ghost cultivators in the blizzard were all frozen into lumps of ice sculptures with strange shapes and horrified expressions.

Ru Lan next to her smiled and couldn't help clapping her hands: "Okay! Yan Tianjiao did a good job! Look at these ice sculptures... tsk tsk tsk, they are so beautiful."

Lu Ziyin kicked off from the height of the city wall and stood on the height. His ginger-yellow figure was unrestrained and unrestrained, wearing a long crown, giving him a dignified appearance.

He narrowed his gentle and delicate eyes, transformed the sword into a flute, put it on his lips, and played a song of Sha Po Lang.

The spiritual power generated by the melody turned into thousands of blades, ruthlessly splitting the ice sculptures on the icy ground. In the cold air, white snow and mist intertwined into a vast expanse of whiteness, and the ground was all crackling and shattered into slag. Slag of ice cubes.

Oh~
"Good job! Uncle Yan, Uncle Lu—"

Which of the disciples of the younger generation doesn't know these two who are in the limelight? Every year, every sect and school will set a model among the younger generation. Yan Tianjiao, who is on the list of newcomers, is basically the next 50 Years they are chasing goals.

Who didn't have many idols when they were young?

The power of idols is also intangible, positive, full of encouragement and encouragement.

They knew that the situation at this time was not optimistic, but their deeds greatly encouraged the depressed disciples of cultivating immortals. They had happy smiles on their faces and forgot about the current situation for a moment.

Yu Chengshi looked at these new generation of disciples with a heavy heart, but his eyes still showed a gratified admiration.

"Stop using your spiritual power recklessly!"

Yu Chengshi gave them a warning.

Using such a large-scale spell really consumes spiritual power, and it is more economical than using a magic weapon to fight.

The spread and expansion of Fengdu's ghost aura not only indicates that Fengdu's strength will increase greatly, but also means that it will swallow all the surrounding spiritual power to replenish its own growth. When the ghost aura rises to a certain level, it means that they will be killed by ghosts. Qi invaded, and the spiritual power could not run smoothly.

But Yan Tianjiao's demonstration didn't bother the Yi Yi Ghost King. On the contrary, he cheered up and laughed happily: "Kill, kill hard, I want to see, can you kill it?"

The ghost king of Yiyi raised his arms, and his wide sleeves were filled with air, and the soaring ghost air directly connected to the black clouds in the sky above. On the "black clouds", there was something like a sticky black swamp dripping down continuously. .

Large pieces of black flakes frantically fell from the sky, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be twisted and mixed ghosts.

Few of them still have a humanoid appearance. Most of them are tortured by resentment and pain, and finally devour their own kind, resulting in broken limbs, or evil multiple limbs, and even cows. Ghosts and snakes are entangled together.

Due to the huge number, it has become a ghostly and poisonous miasma, full of gloom, and ghostly shadows.

Once the ghost energy is excessive, it will form a domain by itself.

Ghost domain.

Master Huiming took a step back staggeringly, with a shocked and pale expression, as if he was telling an incredible thing.

"How is it possible, what is going on?! They can summon such a large number of ghosts outside?"

Outside, of course, refers to outside the Fengdu ghost city. In the past, due to the barrier problem, ghost cultivators could not summon a large number of ghosts with their own strength in the outer domain of Fengdu ghost city.

But if it can be done, it will undoubtedly tell them clearly that the strength of Fengdu Ghost City is no longer comparable.

"How could there be so many ghosts here?!" Fu Wanyan also frowned.

She doesn't fight at the forefront because her cultivation base is not high.

However, her strength is not low. She has an earth-level spiritual weapon on her body-the embroidered moon ring.

The "Embroidered Moon Ring" looks like blood, with a silvery white and blue surface, and intricate patterns embroidered on the tips of both ends.

But with Fu Wanyan's current cultivation base, at most ten, or a dozen "embroidered moon ring" clones can be transformed.

She comes from a hermit family, so she naturally knows many secrets that others cannot explore.

For example, she knows that since the underworld disappeared from the Six Realms, all the ghosts in this world have no place to store them.

Either the soul will eventually disappear in the world and turn into spiritual power to replenish the vitality of all things, or it will become an evil spirit that endangers the common people, and then be eliminated by Taoist or Buddhist cultivators.

But even if there is no underworld, ghosts can't survive everywhere. They also have to follow the laws of heaven and earth. To gather such a large number of ghosts, in addition to the need for large-scale living people willing to sacrifice their lives and blood to sacrifice the scene, a medium with heavy yin energy , there must be a large teleportation formation.

Could it be that those blood slaves...

As for the dark "dark cloud", it should be the large teleportation array that was transferred.

"This formation must be broken!" Fu Wanyan shouted forward.

Although she also understands that this is not an easy... It can even be said that it is a very difficult thing to do.

But if the other party succeeds, it will be a catastrophe for Rongcheng and their disciples who are cultivating immortals.

What followed was an inexhaustible number of ghosts pouring out continuously, it was like a dead end.

Ru Lan heard Fu Wanyan's voice, she turned her head and glanced at Fu Wanyan in front of the city gate.

Her expression under the veil is difficult to discern, but only a pair of eyes are full of seriousness and tension.

Ru Lan knew that this woman named Fu Wanyan had some skills.

(End of this chapter)