Cannon Fodder Pit Fairy Road

Chapter 257 Collapse
"Don't hand me over to Wei Yinfeng, I'll give you the Qiankun Mirror!" Qi Zhongmo was anxious and frightened, shouting desperately from Tong Xiaoye's bloody lips, her voice leaking like a toothless old lady.

Lang Jun's footsteps are a pause.

The Qiankun Mirror is a heaven-defying space magic weapon, Tong Xiaoye and Ning Yuan don't care, but Lang Jun's heartbeat is inevitable, and his movements are slowed down for a moment.

Tong Xiaoye gave him a sideways glance, and said with a sneer, "Qiankun Mirror is Qi Zhongmo's only means of self-protection. How could he hand it over so easily? He can still fight with the Qiankun Mirror. If he loses it, he will surely die. Do you believe him?" nonsense?"

A person like Qi Zhongmo, although he is a breed|horse, also has other advantages of a male lead. He is tough, smart and indomitable. He will never give up if there is a glimmer of hope. Knowing if there was any way to kill him, Tong Xiaoye didn't want to discuss business with him at all.

Just leave the chance to that old monster Wei Yinfeng!
Lang Jun thinks about it too, Qi Zhongmo's things are so easy to get, Tong Xiaoye, a money-grubber, can bear it, so why should he take risks.

After figuring it out, Lang Jun lifted his feet and walked quickly, without any hesitation.

The general situation is over, Qi Zhongmo suddenly calmed down, he struggled hard to poke his head out, his blood-red pupils stared fiercely at Tong Xiaoye, and a strange smile suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Little bitch, you will regret killing me, you You will definitely regret it!"

Seeing that Tong Xiaoye ignored him, he said more eagerly: I have a big secret, as long as you swear not to hand me over to Wei Yinfeng, I will tell you it. "

"Oh, what's the secret?" Tong Xiaoye's eyes showed a hint of interest, and he raised his eyebrows and looked at Qi Zhongmo.

Knowing that the little bitch in front of him would not be convinced unless he showed something concrete, Qi Zhongmo said hurriedly, "About Mo Ling'er's real life experience."

"Mo Linger's background is none of my business!" Tong Xiaoye suddenly lost interest, and said disdainfully, "Go tell Wei Yinfeng, I think Wei Yinfeng will be more interested!"
"Pfft..." Lang Jun couldn't help laughing, Ning Yuan patted her on the shoulder, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ignoring Qi Zhongmo's croaking, she carried Yuan Yuan'er's body out of the Demon Palace, Xu Zhanming withdrew the formation, Yuan Yuan'er's breath leaked, and a ghostly figure flew over from a distance like electricity.

Tong Xiaoye threw Yuan Yuan'er far away like a torn bag, then clapped his hands, and looked at Xu Zhanming with some embarrassment: "Xiao Ming, my sister made a mistake, the universe mirror cannot be used due to the space blockade, there is no treasure..."

"You silly girl!" Xu Zhanming was taken aback for a moment, and then his face was full of helplessness: "My lord, I am so stupid with you!"

Tong Xiaoye chuckled, his big eyes turned around guiltily, with a bit of embarrassment, Xu Zhanming waved his hands amusedly, and said: "I don't have time to ink with you, after so long those old men want to eat me, first Clean up the magic hall!"

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand to remove the isolation formation, and rushed into the magic hall with the monks.

As soon as Wei Yinfeng caught Yuan Yuan'er, he would take her and disappear into the distance in a blink of an eye. He didn't know how to torture him. Tong Xiaoye didn't care. Ning Yuan left, and suddenly heard a shrill roar.
The sound spread out with spiritual power, echoing continuously throughout Yuanzhou City.

"Mo Ling'er's biological father is a remnant of the ghost world. Mo Ling'er is a ghost body that is rare in ten thousand years. She is invisible, invisible, immortal, and her soul is a demon saint. The combination of demon cultivators and ghost cultivators must Will destroy the entire cultivation world, only I, only I know Mo Linger's real weakness!"

Qi Zhongmo roared hysterically, Tong Xiaoye was at a loss, and there was a trace of seriousness in Lang Jun's eyes.

What is a ghost body?

Tong Xiaoye is a country bumpkin from the land of no spirits, and he doesn't know the various physiques of monks. Ning Yuan left the cultivation world when he was young, and he is not much better than her. Lang Jun is a highly regarded member of the Xiaotianlang clan. The heir, by nature likes to study ancient books, and knows a lot about the secrets of the Three Realms.

"The ghost body is the supreme existence in ghost cultivation. The body can be transformed into the purest ghost energy. It is born immortal. It is similar to the phantom of my wolf clan, and the ghost body is much stronger than the phantom of the soul. As long as there is a trace of remnant soul left, it can be re-condensed into shape with the help of ghost energy at any time."

And Mo Linger's inner core is Xinyue, the demon saint...

It is indeed a terrifying existence.

But, it's none of my sister's business?

Tong Xiaoye curled his lips indifferently, and was about to leave when he saw Xu Zhanming flying out of the demon palace, panting and anxious: "Where is Qi Zhongmo, we have to save him!"

Hey, is this ghost body really that important?

Tong Xiaoye was a little surprised. Seeing that Xu Zhanming was not joking, he quickly nodded and said, "Brother Lang knows, let him take us there!"

Just as he was about to greet Mr. Lang, he saw Mr. Lang flying directly into the air with his sword, and shouted, "Follow me!"

It seems that things are really a little unusual.

Qi Zhongmo used his spiritual power to spread his voice like this. He must have lost his conversation with Wei Yinfeng. Find a chance.

Why did he think that the news of ghosts and spirits could persuade the heads of the eight major sects, even more convincing than the mirror of heaven and earth?
Without time to think about it, Tong Xiaoye passed Lang Jun in a flash, and flew forward with Yukong: "I'm fast, let's see if I can stop Wei Yinfeng!"

After being promoted to a great martial artist, her speed has reached a state of perfection. There are almost no opponents in the Mahayana period. Before she finished speaking, she had already dragged Mr. Xu over Xu Zhanming, and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.

Xu Zhanming's face was still very solemn.

"Ono is fast, Qi Zhongmo is insidious and cunning, and is very good at surviving in danger, so he will definitely be able to drag him over to Ono." Ning Yuan patted him on the shoulder and comforted him in a deep voice.

"Brother Ning, you don't know. Wei Yinfeng has not lived for a few years. In recent years, he has acted without scruples and hated Yuan Yuan'er. Now that Qi Zhongmo yells like this, I am afraid that Wei Yinfeng will not only not I will stop, and I have to speed up the speed of attack, Qi Zhongmo is afraid that I won't be able to keep it."

"That ghost spirit body, is it really so powerful?"

Xu Zhanming sighed, and explained while flying rapidly: "It's a long story. Tens of thousands of years ago, the parallel interface with the cultivation world was not only the Youmo Realm, but also the Dark Ghost Realm, where monks died with resentment." After being enlightened by ghost generals, anyone can become a ghost cultivator. After years of melee, there are more and more ghost cultivators, almost becoming the best in the four worlds, and the ghost spirit body is the natural king of ghost cultivators, who can instantly enlighten countless resentful ghosts , Those cultivators were full of resentment during their lifetime, and after they turned into ghost cultivators, they even took the pleasure of killing. If the ghost cultivators grow stronger, the consequences will be disastrous."

Xu Zhanming spoke in a hurry, and Ning Yuan quickly realized the seriousness of the problem.

The existence of this taboo of ghost cultivator does not distinguish between human race, monster race and demon race. The monks of the three races can become ghost cultivators when they die with resentment. The more monks die in the war, the number of ghost cultivators will increase. The clan can completely devour other interface monks.

And Mo Ling'er turned out to be a ghost body that is rare in ten thousand years, and also fused with the primordial spirit of a demon saint...

The matter is of great importance, the speed of the two of them is extremely fast, but they still can't see the shadow of Wei Yinfeng and Yuan Yuan'er, in a state of anxiety, the messenger talisman in Xu Zhanming's hand suddenly lights up, and the little girl's crisp voice rang in his ears, Still panting slightly: "Xiao Ming, I saw Wei Yinfeng and Yuan Yuaner, Qi Zhongmo is still alive, don't worry, I'm so powerful, I'll kill Wei Yinfeng in minutes..."

This girl is really fast!
Xu Zhanming relaxed, and was about to tell Ning Yuan the news, when he suddenly heard a loud noise, which seemed to be at the end of the communication talisman, and seemed to be close to his ears.

The communication talisman in his hand was instantly shattered.

Xu Zhanming suddenly looked into the distance.

The explosion happened in the direction Tong Xiaoye was chasing after. The sound was deafening. With the spread of the sound waves, the whole Yuanzhou City shook violently, the ground surged and the walls collapsed.

The flying sword swayed violently and fell from the sky. Xu Zhanming activated his spiritual power, only to realize that he could no longer control the flying sword. The spiritual power in the entire space was very unstable, and he could not fly smoothly at all...

What kind of power can destroy the stability of spiritual power in the entire space?
"Ono!"

Xu Zhanming's heart trembled violently, and he let out a stern cry. He threw away the flying sword and stood up while rolling and crawling. His speed increased several times in an instant, and he rushed to the center of the explosion at lightning speed. The panic in his heart reached the extreme.

The heads of the eight major sects all carried the Zhenpai treasure talisman passed down by the sect for many years. The power of the eight talismans is comparable to that of a divine weapon. This explosion can actually ignore Qianlong Bafu, and Xiaoye just arrived at the center of the explosion, and saw Wei Yinfeng and Yuan Yuaner...

Xu Zhanming didn't dare to continue thinking, the spiritual power in the air was chaotic and he couldn't fly. He ran indiscriminately, jumping over the collapsed and sunken ground, and his speed was no less than Yujian's flying.

Almost at the same time, a figure passed him and rushed to the front at an incredible speed.

It's Ningyuan...

Ono, Ono, how are you doing?

Ning Yuan ran faster and faster, his volley speed broke through the limit, and in the blink of an eye, he stepped on the ruins and entered the center of the explosion. Just as he was about to continue searching, his pupils shrank sharply, and he dodged a sudden blow crack.

There is actually a space crack!

"Ono!"

Ning Yuan stopped and shouted loudly with his spiritual power.

As far as the eye can see, dark and narrow space cracks are everywhere, flickering and changing constantly, broken dead branches, bricks and tiles accidentally fell into the cracks, and were swallowed up in the blink of an eye.

What is going on, why are there so many space cracks, what about Ono?
At the center of the northernmost explosion, the dense space cracks are like spider webs, and it is impossible to get close. Ning Yuan stopped and shouted loudly: "Ono! Ono?"

"Ono, where are you?"

(End of this chapter)