After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 13 Thousands of Sword Intent
Ning Qingyuan checked his finger first, and after finding no wound, he looked at Yun Weixian.

The face was still the same, but there was a light that had never been seen in the eyes, and the movement of raising the hand to draw the talisman was as fast as the wind, and it was almost impossible to see what talisman was drawn, and it was already the next one.

The magic circle she was sitting on could be known to have been painted for a long time without looking closely, with deep and ancient traces.

But as her talismans penetrated into the magic circle one after another, even Ning Qingyuan, who couldn't understand the magic circle, could faintly notice that the magic circle was changing.

The person who snatched his seventh junior sister's house must be a talisman master!

However, seizing homes seems to be something only monks who practice demons and ghosts do.

On Ning Qingyuan's baby-fat face, there was a rare conflict and entanglement, and he didn't know whether to admire or hate him.

And he didn't like to be too horny, so he just didn't think about it when he couldn't figure it out. It happened that there was nothing to do with him around him, and he couldn't run away, so he simply sat cross-legged and meditated, and he settled down in a decent manner.

At the same time, Qi Yuemian had already arrived at the entrance of the valley, and found Yun Que's apprentice—the current head of Ruoshui Pavilion, Mo Yu.

He sat on a formation and blessed the mountain protection formation with his own spiritual power and cultivation.

To be able to resist like this, most likely there is some backhand... As for the backhand, Qi Yuemian can probably guess.

But most of the day passed, and there was no sign of a reinforcement, and the man became even more cruel.

Sigh.

Qi Yuemian quietly stepped forward, and pressed the flute against Mo Yu's shoulder: "Don't be distracted."

This "Mo Yu" was much calmer than he imagined, without even the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.

"Huh?" Qi Yuemian then released his divine sense to explore, showing surprise, "Yun Que?"

"Mo Yu" still closed his eyes and said nothing, he was defenseless against him, and didn't seem to feel any threat from him.

Why did the people who came out of Qingcang Mountain die one by one, but not die?

Qi Yuemian snorted lightly, and turned to look outside the valley.

There is an enchantment between the valley and the valley, and the outside cannot see the situation inside, but the inside can see the outside situation clearly.

Those few people were unfamiliar faces, and their cultivation bases and exercises were a bit weird, but because they didn't understand this magic circle at all, after entering the second gate, they were always in a state of being beaten passively.

But they are not stupid. They know that such a large formation is not easy to maintain, as long as they keep using it, they can succeed.

Therefore, most of them are defensive techniques, and they no longer forcefully break the formation like before.

Qi Yuemian casually looked at several people, and quickly locked on the target - the person who was surrounded by the other four people in a protective circle.

It was a thin, middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and no memory, holding a small bronze tripod in his hand.

There are many magic weapons in the shape of a tripod, Qi Yuemian was not sure for a while, what kind of thing it is and what is its use.

But now that Youyun is here, even if the algorithm is really broken, there must be a [-]-[-] chance of winning in a hand-to-hand match.

Most of the Huashen are hesitant to die, as long as the opponent retreats temporarily when the situation is wrong, and the reinforcements arrive again, the crisis will be over.

Just when Qi Yuemian was thinking a little bit about what Yun Weixian was going to do, he saw a sudden stop in the magic circle.

Several people in the formation were also stunned for a while, but they did not let go of their guard for a while.

Because of this, when thousands of sword intents poured in like mountains and seas, they immediately thickened the defensive barrier, and the man in the middle also held up the small bronze tripod, chanting words.

However, the embankment collapsed only for a moment.

The sword intent mercilessly passed through the barrier, and the four Nascent Soul cultivators were instantly knocked into the air, rolling down in the mountains and forests outside the valley, life and death unknown.

The middle-aged cultivator in the God Transformation Realm stood there for a while, and when he realized that he was invincible, he immediately withdrew, but was still chased by the sword intent endlessly, and had to flee into the forest.

(End of this chapter)