My Fairy Clone Traveling Through the Eight Wastelands

Ling Lei stood in mid-air, looking at the blood tornadoes in the Fang City, and sneered.

The bloodshot was called the Velvet and had been acquired by his father at a ruin.

As its name suggests, it is a strange thing that can devour the formation, and when it is young, it will draw energy from the array eye and grow with it.

After the climate is formed, a blood tornado can be formed, forming a blood filament to isolate the inside and outside of the large array, making the large array become a trapped array.

In this process, not only will the devouring array velvet not be repelled by the formation, but it can also continue to obtain aura from the large array and rapidly strengthen itself.

In fact, it is also very simple to solve, at the beginning of the small age of the scattered, if it is difficult to solve after forming, the formation must be closed, so that it can not be recovered from the source of the formation, and then destroy it one by one, it can also be solved.

When Ying Lao was in retreat and cultivating, their sect had already infiltrated the Fang City, quietly controlling some monks who were guarding the array, and now that all these years have passed, the devouring array velvet has long since developed into a form.

Now, the entire Fang City has been shrouded in its own treacherous realm, how could they close the big array and destroy the blood.

Even if the Great Array was closed, they would not be able to destroy the Isolation Array composed of bloodfilaments that had absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy for a while, and when the time came, they would be able to control the treacherous qi themselves to solve all the monks in Fang City.

Moreover, there are very few people who know about this devouring velvet, and they don't know how to deal with it at all.

Looking at Ying Lao, who was desperately urging the array to block the treacherous qi, the corners of Ling Lei's mouth with a little black bloodshot were slightly hooked.

As long as after a while, the energy of the devouring array velvet exceeds that of the large array, and it can begin to gradually devour the great array of mountains and rivers and five elements and ten thousand beasts of the third order, and at that time, the monks in the fang market will be like catching turtles in an urn.

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At this time, the fluctuation of spells had already been heard in many places in the city, and the sound of bombardment was endless, and there were bursts of screams from time to time.

Someone should have arrived and started fighting the monk guarding the bloody tornado.

Most of the low-level monks in Fang City have gone into hiding after hearing Ying Lao's voice.

Only the monks who still want to earn spirit stones are left with their conscious strength, so although some places have begun to fight the law, and the roar continues, it still hasn't caused greater chaos.

The wind was blowing in his ears, and Ling Qingjue observed the four directions.

At this time, several blood-colored tornadoes had gradually dissipated, and it was thought that there were already monks with good strength who had completed the task.

He looked at a blood tornado that was significantly larger in the distance.

This blood-colored tornado was directly connected to the large array of light film from the eye of the array, as if connecting heaven and earth.

The fierce wind howled, bringing up countless pieces of sediment and rolling into its own pillar of light.

It makes its surroundings extremely gray, and even this tornado is so powerful that ordinary people can't get close to it at all.

At this time, in front of the blood tornado, there was a blood-clothed monk sitting cross-legged, and a shiny broadsword with hideous nine horns engraved on the hilt of the sword.

His name is Tie Qing, and he is a high-level Blood Brake guard of the Blood Brake Sect, guarding the blood-colored dragon scroll, one of the thirty-six heavenly formation eyes of the formation.

The cultivation of one body is infinitely close to the foundation building period, and the strength is strong.

Moreover, he also practiced a sword technique that was powerful in the sect, and when it broke out, he could exert the strength of a foundation building monk.

At this moment, the monk who was waiting to come to the door to destroy the dragon scroll raised a bloodthirsty arc at the corner of his mouth.

Every day, in order to guard the devouring velvet at this eye, he has almost faded out of the bird over the years.

His broadsword was already hungry and thirsty.