Breaking the Void and Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 490

Seeing the pink light mist, everyone hastily turned their backs, and opened the protective arrays on the robes one after another, forming light shields to block the light mist in an instant.

"Misty Fog!" Yue Qingfeng exclaimed, and hurriedly said: "Fellow Taoists, be careful, this is the Misty Fog from the Palace of Desires, it most erodes one's mind and makes one's mind confused, and must not be touched at all. "

Hearing these words, everyone showed vigilance in their eyes, mustered up their true energy, bursts of flames were immediately embraced on the protective mask, and with their joint efforts, they pushed the fog of confusion away several feet away.

Suddenly, there was a burst of applause behind the fog of confusion, and the sharp voice from before said with a smile: "I didn't expect that there are people here who recognize my magic palace secret art, yes, yes, no wonder I can solve those wastes, I don't know which is the right way Disciples of the Great Sect, you can give me a name with me!" Yue Qingfeng sneered when he heard the words: "Demons and monsters dare to harm my world of cultivating immortals. Naturally, everyone can punish them. I don’t want to change my name or surname. Zong Yue Qingfeng, who is your Excellency from the Palace of Desires, how dare you report your name!" The young master laughed sharply when he heard this, "It turns out that he is from the Shangyang Sect, but I thought he was from the three major sects. I'm a small character, but I still want to know my name, and I'll tell you after you die and let me practice magic skills!" As soon as the words fell, countless pink butterflies flew out from the mist of love, one after another. The flowers are attached to the surrounding mask.

Just wait for everyone to take action to eradicate the butterflies.

These butterflies unexpectedly shattered one after another, turning into powder and covering the mask.

At this moment, Yan Qiu from Qiushuimen cried out tenderly: "This butterfly is actually devouring my true energy!" Sure enough, after Yan Qiu, everyone also found that the consumption of true energy in their bodies suddenly increased several times.

Needless to say, I knew it was the powder transformed by the colorful butterfly.

But no matter how they slash, they can't get rid of it.

Even Yin Xiuxuan frowned slightly and looked at the powder in front of him.

If he reveals his strength, he will naturally stop talking, but right now he can't go out easily.

At this moment, Yue Qingfeng muttered something, and then he said softly: "Shangyang True Fire, burn it for me!" As soon as the words fell, a majestic golden flame burst out from his body, splashing out little by little. On the powder, it was like a fire entering oil, and there was a squeak, but it was burned in a short time, and even the flying white butterflies fell into the flames and disappeared.

There was a light sigh in the fog of confusion, as if the young master didn't believe that his tricks had been broken, and there was another round of applause after a while, "That's right, that's right, the Pure Yang Kung Fu practiced by the Shangyang Sect is indeed my demon!" Enemy of the sect, you, a disciple of the Shangyang Sect, can be considered to have obtained a few points of true biography, so it seems that I have to do it myself, my son, so I will make an exception and tell you your name, you have to remember it.

My son's name is Nangong Qingyun, and he is known as Master Miqing. "

"Young Master Miqing!" After hearing these words, Yue Qingfeng's expression changed, and everyone's color changed, even Yin Xiuxuan felt a little vigilant in his heart.

Speaking of this battle, apart from Yin Xiuxuan who has the title of demon killer, there are naturally outstanding people in the other two ways of righteousness and demons, and this young master of obsession is considered a leader in the demon sect.

Nangong Qingyun, who came from the Yumo Palace under the Sky Demon Palace, is good at using the mist of love. Although this method is the housekeeping skill of the Yumo Palace, especially this Nangong Qingyun made it superb. Once you see the fog, there is no way back."

That's why people gave him the nickname Misty Young Master.

In the past month, there have been eighty people who have died at the hands of this bewitching son Nangong Qingyun. According to the number, Yin Xiuxuan, the devil's killer, is slightly worse, but because he kills people regardless of righteousness or evil, although most of his men He is a person in the righteous way, but a person in the devil's way is never soft, so his reputation in the devil's way is not as loud as Yin Xiuxuan's in the righteous way.

But it is also true, the deterrent power of this young master of obsession is even more powerful than that of Yin Xiuxuan's devil killer, even people in the devil way dare not have much contact with him, although he also has a team, but he is just from the same sect.

Hearing the title of this young master of obsession, Yue Qingfeng, who was full of confidence, showed a trace of struggle on his face.

Yin Xiuxuan was quite satisfied with this look of struggling.

At this moment, Shang Haobai from Lingyun Academy said: "Fellow Daoist Yue, this bewitching young man is fierce and powerful, I'd better not confront him head-on!" Gains and losses are also the best, and they are often regarded as military advisers in the team.

Hearing this, Yue Qingfeng frowned, and looked at the others, but except for Wu Wei who had a belligerent face, everyone else was calm and showed no intentions.

"Zhang Daoyou, I don't know what you want?" Henry Zhang, as a formation master, has the effect of turning the tide of the battle at critical moments. In terms of combat power, he is no less than others. He can be regarded as the strongest force in the team. He is also normal.

Henry Zhang frowned slightly when he heard the words, "This Young Master Mi Qing is indeed a great opponent, even if there is only one of him, it would be a bit embarrassing for me to win, not to mention that he has colleagues from the same family to help, if we meet head-on, we will surely suffer heavy casualties.

But if you want to retreat at this point, it is still a bit troublesome now, the people in the Demon Sect are not so easy to talk, and will let us go.

I think it's better to fight first, and escape when there is an opportunity in the chaos. "

Hearing this, Yue Qingfeng's face showed a gleam of joy, "What Zhang Daoyou said is exactly what I want, this demon has already set his sights on us, and he will not let us escape like this, as long as once the battle breaks out, take advantage of the chaos , and then escape, this is the best way."

All the people present were not fools, and quickly understood that this was the best way. The battle cannot be won, the defense cannot last long, and the retreat cannot be retreated. Naturally, they can only take advantage of the chaos.

At the same time when everyone reached a consensus, the young man in love also moved.

I saw the pink mist of obsession rushing up, covering the scene even more blurred, suddenly streaks of pink brilliance flew over, followed by swords, lights and swords, obviously they belonged to Mr. Miqing's subordinates.

Seeing this kind of situation, everyone has also experienced the battlefield, so naturally they did not have the slightest fear, and immediately went up to meet them.

Especially for a fierce guy like Wuwei, Wulingmen is originally a school of physical training, which pays more attention to physical strength, and it is the most powerful in combat.

Wu Wei, who was holding back his breath, was even more majestic with his two-handed axe.

A few slashes and slashes knocked back several of the young master's subordinates.

With a loud shout, a gust of wind blew away small pieces of the bewildering mist, and only then did the person hiding behind it be revealed.

Everyone couldn't help being surprised when they saw these subordinates of Master Miqing.

These subordinates are all young and young girls, with a trace of pink mist on their faces, holding their own weapons in their hands and looking at everyone evilly.