Reborn I have a Good Fortune Pavilion

Chapter 245
Yu Yi jumped up, and the blade condensed a little bit of golden luck.The sword struck with the thunder of destruction, and the sky and the earth changed color.At the same time, the power of space shot into the dark cloud along the destroyed Ray of Destruction, and the dark cloud was torn apart.

The way of heaven belonging to Shui Lanxing came following the guidance of Yu Yi, the son of luck.

Yu Yi's Thunder Tribulation also came.

Long Yinxue, who was in the battle, heard Tiandao's angry shout, and the rhythm of the attack was messed up for a second.Among masters, just one second is fatal.

Wu Xin transformed into a dragon, and with a flick of the dragon's tail, even the space was distorted.

This force hit Long Yinxue who was reacting hastily, and the opponent fell a hundred meters before stabilizing her body and turned into a dragon body.

If Wu Xin's dragon body was pure ice, then Long Yinxue's dragon body turned dark blue unconsciously.Under the blue, there is a dark breath flowing.

Just looking at it from afar, I feel that this time her dragon body has an ominous aura of the same origin as Netherworld.

Obviously, Wu Xin got the dragon blood grass by chance and successfully repaired the dragon veins.But Long Yinxue lost the dragon's blood grass, but found another way to complete the dragon's veins.

Looking at it now, she actually took the evil way of Nether.

"It's no wonder that you were able to kill the monsters and ghosts, because you have long been in collusion with Nether."

In the last battle, Wu Xin only felt that Long Yinxue's dragon body was slightly wrong, but he didn't pay attention.This time her dragon body was completely tainted with the aura of the nether world. Even if Wu Xin lost her eyesight, she could still tell that Long Yinxue was in trouble.

"Haha," Long Yinxue spat out a mouthful of dragon breath, uttering words, "If you hadn't pressed me hard, how could I have assimilated with Netherworld!"

Doesn't she know that the power of the nether world repels spiritual power?

she knows.

But in the century-old competition, she lost her eyes and her dragon veins.God help her, she can only choose this path.Originally, even if she took this path, she would not be assimilated by Nether.

In the last spiritual battle, not only was she severely injured by Yu Yi's sneak attack, but she also lost the thousand-year-old dragon's blood grass.Without the dragon's blood grass, the dragon veins in her body could not suppress the power of the netherworld at all.

Now, she is assimilated by the power of the nether world, all thanks to Wu Xin.

Since they won't give her a way to live, then none of us will die.

He spit out several mouthfuls of dragon blood again, and the aura in the polluted space was contaminated by the dragon's breath with the power of the nether world. Once the aura is completely polluted by the nether world, the spirit will no longer be a spirit without spiritual power.The power of the netherworld flooding this world means that the whole world will turn into the nether world, and become the ovary of monsters.

In such an environment, human beings may be assimilated by the Nether.

"madman."

Wu Xin may not care about the life and death of others, but she does care about the life and death of Jianzong's disciples.

Long Yinxue resisted Wu Xin's attack, exchanged wounds for wounds, and at the same time forced Wu Xin to retreat, the dragon body flew to the edge of the cloud vortex.In the fringe area, there are too many spirit beings who got the news and watched the excitement.

Some spiritual beings, because of the tension of the cloud vortex, many people were pulled in the air.Even if the spiritual power entangled the people below, they couldn't fall to the ground for a while.

Long Yinxue's targets were these spiritual beings who had no fulcrum in the air and were pulled by the vortex of the clouds. A mouthful of dragon's breath covered them, and what they got in exchange was not death, but new life.

"Oops!"

Wu Xin narrowed her eyes.

The spirit man covered by Long Yinxue's dragon's breath lost his mind after several powerless struggles.They have become puppets!
The body of a puppet is no longer pulled by the tension of the cloud vortex.As soon as they landed, a brawl started.In just a dozen or so breaths, many spiritual beings were caught off guard and screamed to death.

Their blood stained the soil of Qianshan cliffs red.

Thinking of the disciples of the Sword Sect, Wu Xin ignored the injuries on her body, avoided the power of the netherworld, and stopped the crazy Long Yinxue.During the counterattack, both sides exchanged lives for lives.

In just an instant, the frost stained with dragon's blood descended.

Under the patches of blood, there were blood-stained dragon scales and minced meat.

At this moment, those who have no spirit have the mind to think about these rare dragon blood, dragon scales and dragon meat. Everyone is in danger and can't take care of themselves.

"Brother He, I'm Zhang Zhangruo? Don't you know me?"

"Junior Brother Luo, wake up quickly!"

"..."

The unbelievable questioning made those who were not affected tremble with fear.

"Quick! Leaving Qianshan Cliff, Long Yinxue has gone crazy, I don't want to be buried with her!"

"Can't get out! There is a formation, what should I do?"

"Go to the people of Jianzong and let them think of a way."

"Yes, go to Jianzong..."

"..."

Protected by Gu Long and Fan Sheng, Yan Qinghe walked around the huge Qianshan cliff, and finally recorded all the patterns.

Looking at the pattern drawn by Yan Qinghe on the paper, Fan Sheng looked solemn, "What kind of formation is this, I have never seen it before." He is the senior brother of Jianzong, and besides being proficient in swordsmanship, he is also interested in formations. So I studied systematically with the uncles in the sect.

With Jianzong's background, it can be said that he has seen most formations, and even has insights into ancient formations.But this formation is too complicated, and just looking at the formation pattern makes the consciousness throb.

Obviously, this formation may be a super ancient existence.

Yan Qinghe: "It can be regarded as an ancient formation," which is the same formation as the Twelve Towns Demon Tablet.Its complexity needs to be analyzed in detail.Fortunately, his spiritual consciousness has experienced the baptism of the Twelve Towns Demon Monument, and even the old monsters in the spiritual transformation period can't compare.Breaking this formation is only a matter of time.

Seeing Yan Qinghe's effortlessly subdividing the formation patterns, Fan Cheng was speechless.

How powerful is Yan Qinghe's spiritual consciousness, to be able to subdivide such a powerful pattern.

The fear of Yan Qinghe and Yu Yi in his heart could not be expressed in words, and at the same time, he remembered the words of his master.The fusion of the two planes may cause another battle.

Gu Long glanced at the patterns, then took a few steps back, pursed his lips and said, "I'll go and see over there."

Just looking at this pattern, it seems that the consciousness is about to collapse.Professional things should be left to professional people.

Looking along the line of sight of the lone dragon, it is the land covered by the dragon's breath.

Before the dragon's breath, not only the power of the netherworld was invading the spiritual power, but it could also be vaguely seen that an entrance similar to a passage was being opened.Once the entrance is opened, I am afraid that more monsters and sprites will appear here.

Fan Cheng's eyes flashed, "Miss Yu originally wanted to gather monsters and demons together, so wouldn't it be a mistake?"

Gu Long laughed, "It seems that I misunderstood Long Yinxue before. Although she acted pervertedly, she was kind."

Fan Sheng: "..." If it weren't for the severe situation, he would have laughed out loud.

"I'll guard him, you go help those spiritual beings." Gu Long said to Fan Sheng.

The latter wanted to stay, but looking at the cannibalism between the spirits on the edge line, he was also worried that a disciple of the Sword Sect would be involved, so he teleported away with a response.

Gu Long looked at Yan Qinghe's busy work and asked, "Does what I say affect you?"

Yan Qinghe kept moving his hands, focusing on two purposes, "No."

Gu Long took out a jug of wine, took a sip, and asked, "I'm afraid you haven't found the hidden flower refinement place of Bi'an Hua, have you?"

"Not only was it not found, there is no news of the child's disappearance," Yan Qinghe said nonchalantly.

The lone dragon was silent and speechless.

(End of this chapter)