Will You Die if You Don’t Pretend to be Forced?

"But the little disciple in the Imperial Sword Sect, would you dare to speak to your grandfather like that?" The dark magic weapon in the right hand of Gui Xiu, who was the first to rush, immediately attacked the facade of Mu Huayi——

But he was pierced directly by a double-edged sword glowing with cold light. The sword light was so fast that before he could react, he was first broken by the magic weapon by the sword, and then pierced through his head.

"No one is qualified to be her grandfather in Yunrong." The young man's right index finger and **** were brought together, palms up, and both fingers hooked back, recalling the silver sword, and said calmly.

The ghosts in the back were all photographed by the power of this sword, looking at him suspiciously, not understanding how Ji Qinglan, a cultivator who had just built a foundation, could kill a ghost who had just entered the golden core with a single sword.

However, they want to retire, but some people will not let them go so easily.

The golden compass used to detect monsters in Shangguanyi's hand flew toward the air, and began to spin fast, the silver pointer in the center flashed light, and then, the compass pointer separated from the center and rose into the air, spinning, and gradually Derived four, eight...

The next moment, those slender needles shot towards the ground where the ghost repairs gathered--

Obviously something that looks extremely slender, but its lethality is extraordinarily powerful, each needle passes directly through the sea of ​​consciousness between the foreheads, killing it with one blow.

And some ghost repairers who ran fast found that the silver needle fell to the ground where they had stood before, making a loud noise like a blast.

Before the scattered ghost cultivators had time to run far, Mu Huayi's natal sword chased it out. The consciousness attached to the natal sword was at the level of Nascent Soul. Basically, these ghost cultivators were like gourd babies saving grandpa— —

Send one by one.

[Mission completion degree, 55 percent. 】If it were the original cultivation base to meet this group of ghost cultivation, then today's Royal Sword Sect monk, or in other words, all the foundation-building monks present, will undoubtedly stay here.

However, in the face of the three beings who had opened their doors, their grievances were not even heard by the Hell of the Underworld.

It can be said that the cultivators of other sects, before they even felt the fear and fear of seeing so many cultivators, they saw these ghost cultivators being chopped and chopped vegetables by the Imperial Sword Sect and the Divine Machine Sect, not long after. , All beheaded.

All monks: ...who am I? What is my name? Where am i?

When all the ghost repairs rushed out, only one hid in the dark, and almost fled the moment the first pirate was killed.

However, after they killed all the ghost repairs, they found that the formation in this village had not been broken.

Not only the Soul Eater, the village itself is enveloped by the miasma of the green fox. Anyone who walks to the edge of the village will unconsciously walk back, and will never find a way out here.

Many monks have tried it, and they flew back with magic weapons one after another, reporting the situation to Mu Huayi and others. Mu Huayi looked up at the black sky, thinking about how to break through the blockade, just as she was thinking about it. At that time, Ji Qinglan next to him held the sword in his hand and looked up at the miasma with a thoughtful look on his face.

How should I put it, when Mu Huayi turned his head and saw his expression, he felt that he could interpret this expression in one sentence:

"What kind of strength should I use to try my best not to break the sky?"

She spent a lot of energy before she collapsed her high-cold personality, and calmly called him: "Junior Brother."

Ji Qinglan turned his head to look at her, and heard her senior sister throw a sentence to herself rather calmly:

"Let's relax."

Ji Qinglan: ...what does she think she intends to do?

Although a little helpless, the young man responded, "Don't worry, Senior Sister."

At the moment when his sharp sword was swung out, Mu Huayi uttered a wordlessly in his heart: Don't worry, this movement is quiet... the 33rd heaven can split it for you...

The sword slashed out, and the arc-shaped sword aura was glowing with purple dim light, and it swiftly moved towards the dark sky, but the next moment, the black sky broke through a thin hole, and then, the dark cloud rolled, the black rolled It retreated to both sides, and the orange beam of the setting sun was leaking from the middle.

——Golden-orange light with the remaining warmth of the setting sun, not scorching at all, the first light that shines into the darkness is reflected on everyone's faces, falling in their pupils, making their expressions bewildered for a moment .

This is a scene like the afterglow of the apocalypse, even Mu Huayi couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then thought of the gray sky above the underground palace, subconsciously felt that if the underground palace was pierced into the sky, it is probably the same scene. .

Yujianzong has no phase peak.

Jun Yi, who was walking leisurely in the small garden in the back mountain, felt the sword aura soaring in the far distance, and said "Huh?" I had nothing to do, so I just took advantage of the situation and settled for it——

"Not Huayi?" He twisted his brows and found that his apprentice's cultivation level had not changed, but he didn't feel distressed either.

But that sword aura was real, no less powerful than her first sword today.

Although there is no danger, it also shows that the direction is unusual. Jun Yi stood there thinking for a while, and finally went to the door of the small garden——

That is where the prohibition was drawn from the Yaozu, no matter what, she should check it out.

After a quarter of an hour, the owner of Wuxiangfeng slid towards the border.

The monks who were still in the village just looked at the opening in the sky, like a crack on the ground, slowly cracking larger cracks, and more sunlight rushed out from inside, scrambling to patronize this long-lost sight. Light village.

At the same time, their noses were filled with a strange rotten smell.

Mu Huayi's expression changed. He first tore off a sleeve to cover Cheng Hanhan's nose and mouth. He held his breath and said in a low voice: "As soon as the formation is withdrawn, the original corpse qi will come out. Try to minimize breathing."

The foundation-building nuns of Baihuayuan had one after another the basic martial art of arousing wind, the air around the village was pulled over, and they began to change the air here.

Mu Huayi felt the decayed atmosphere in the ground, and looked up at the terrain around the village-no wonder this place can be used by the ghost practitioners to raise the little ghosts, and filled the soul eater with the living people of the whole village. It turned out to be Juyin. place.

"We still have to find a few masters to do the ritual." She whispered, and Shangguanyi next to him heard it, and secretly helped her to write it down, and she would do it when she was ready to go back.

This trip to the border, who can't see the danger after arriving here? If it weren't for the people of Yujianzong, the monks present had already given their lives here.

When the dark clouds and darkness in the sky all disappeared, many people of the sects discussed it, and finally sent a contact signal to the sky, requesting the elders of the door to come. With their abilities, it is really impossible to deal with the sudden change here.

Xue Congyu also took a step forward and looked at Mu Huayi: "Master Sister?"

What I mean is, do you want to ask the elders of the sect to come?

Mu Huayi and Ji Qinglan glanced at each other, in order to avoid exposing more abilities, and for Ji Qinglan's sake—plus this matter involved the fate of the human race and the monster race in this world, it should not be allowed for outsiders like her to interfere more. So he nodded towards Xue Congyu.

Xue Congyu took the connecting firework from his waist and set it to the sky——

A white smoke in the shape of a flying sword stood in mid-air, like a cloud condensed in the shape. This symbol will not disappear without external attack. It can remain for three days and three nights, allowing the nearest members of the Imperial Sword Sect Hurry up here.

At that time, Jun Yi had already walked halfway, and the ordinary summoning sign of Yujianzong was sent out. Only the pattern was hanging in the sky. However, if the elder in the door was summoned, he could shake the sign at the same time. Ring their hearts.

Right now, I heard a bell ringing in Shihai, and Jun Yi knew that the apprentice was really in trouble, and now he forcibly increased his speed.

Although Yujianzong and the surrounding monks are scattered in different places, they are in a tendency of contacting each other, that is, they are worried that they will encounter any accidents before the monks of the division arrive, so that they can take care of each other.

Even the Jinlunmen who owed their mouths, after seeing the power of Ji Qinglan's sword, did not dare to speak on the side, relying solely on the dispatch of Yujianzong.

Facts have proved that their worries are also very reasonable.

Because just that day, when the sky is going to be late, a purple light dashed towards the communication signals of Yujianzong and the surrounding sects, like barbecued meat skewers, passing through the various signs in a series-

I only heard a series of air leaks of "Puff" and "Puff". The contact signals of each school really turned into smoke and slowly dispersed in the air. Every school has someone responsible for checking the situation. For a while, almost everyone. They all said loudly:

"Not good! Someone ruined the contact signal!"

Mu Huayi sighed, looked at the wild pheasant just caught in the corner, and said very unhappily:

"Come at the time for people's three meals, this big brother..."

"I'm probably tired of living, sit down, I'll take care of it." Shangguanyi took her and looked at her with crooked eyebrows, patted her shoulder comfortably, got up and walked outside.

Xue Congyu and Cheng Hanhan looked at each other, and both saw the admiration in each other's eyes. Ji Qinglan sat lazily in the corner with his hands behind his head, glanced at them calmly, and said nothing from the beginning to the end.

Mu Huayi was throwing sweet potatoes into the fire—the family originally left in the corner of the stove.

When the sweet potatoes in the fire were half-ripe, she glanced out with some doubts: "It's been so long, it shouldn't be..."

As a result, Ji Qinglan stood up from the side, wiped the dust off her clothes, and slowly picked up her doubts:

"It shouldn't be, but your master is here."

Mu Huayi: ...what? !