Jimo Qingqian's eyes narrowed slightly, the emotions between his eyebrows were weak and sparse, and there was a faint sarcasm and chuckling: "The entrance is the small Sumeru formation. The breaking of the formation is all done by magic power. If you have enough magic power, you can break the formation with me. If it is not enough, go inside and wait for death."

After saying that, Jimo Qingqian made a fierce gesture. The Qingyu Ruyi green light in front of him divided into seven identical Qingyu Ruyi, and all of them were sank into the rune, making crackling sounds.

Gan Song took a step back, wiped his face with cold sweat, and waved the sword in his hand even harder, cutting off the gray fog that kept growing around the three of them.

Bai Shen glanced at Jimo Qingqian with fear. Even though he was reluctant, he still made a move without hesitation in order to survive. Countless white small swords broke through the air. The small sword was only about an inch long, like a thick white bone. The sword was engraved with a six-petal snowflake, floating in the air, like snow flying all over the sky.

He urged hard, and the small sword roared, gathering countless biting cold lights, all of which were sank into the runes. The cold light and black light intersected, and snow flew in between, making a rustling sound of snow falling to the ground.

Jimo Qingqian looked slightly sideways, looked at Bai Shen, and was surprised. He was indeed a disciple of the head of the Sword Academy. His cultivation was indeed beyond the comparison of ordinary cultivators. The magic weapon in his hand was indeed not comparable to ordinary cultivators. It was actually the treasure of the Sword Academy, "Huang Xue", the treasure of the Sword Academy. The head of the Sword Academy is really generous enough, and he is not afraid of being guilty of possessing a treasure and being targeted by someone to kill someone and seize the treasure.

Seeing this scene in Fang Zhiwan, a fierce look appeared on his clear face. He waved his hand with one hand, and with a thunderous sound, a long blue chain slashed through the void sharply, and endless bright stars roared past, slamming heavily at the runes with a thunderous momentum.

With this three-way use of the help of the man in the blood robe outside the building, the rune was indeed a little loose, making waves of wailing sounds, and small cracks appeared.

Seeing this scene, everyone who arrived here also used all the tricks and began to get rid of them.

I thought that with these people breaking the formation together, the so-called small Sumeru formation would disappear in an instant, but unexpectedly, a strange phenomenon suddenly arose at this time, interrupting everyone's breaking the formation.

The sound of sawing wood with a dull knife on the wall was so sizzling. The sawed people were extremely anxious. The blood-red eyeballs covered with dense walls suddenly blinked, and the arrows that were bleeding from their eyes were peeling off, and the dark and ink-like light stabbed towards everyone.

The arrows were like rain, and the sound of the wind passed by. Some people could not avoid them and were stabbed by arrows. Then a sensation of black fog churned all over their bodies.

The low-level cultivation level failed to even scream, so he turned into a shriveled corpse.

Those with advanced cultivation pulled out the arrow, but suddenly felt pain in their bones, and their magic power was stagnant, making it difficult to mobilize any part of it.

The surroundings were very noisy, with the sound of rustling rain of arrows and wailing screams one after another, which sounded particularly tragic.

An arrow flew over, Gan Song hurriedly hurriedly dodged, the arrow whizzed past his ears, and with a "clang" sound, it nailed to the wall in the distance. What's strange is that the arrow twisted for a moment, and a ball of black fog rose up, and then disappeared.

Just as Jimo Qingqian broke the formation with all his strength, an arrow penetrated the shoulder of an immortal cultivator and stabbed him with stark blood.

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Jimo Qingqian raised his eyebrows calmly, and did not dodge or dodge. He only reached out to grab the arrow, and then grabbed the arrow in his hand, and then grabbed it heavily.

With a "sniff" sound, the rolling black smoke escaped from his fingers. He opened his hand and saw a black snake about an inch long in the palm of his palm, and had already lost its breath.

Jimo Qingqian's eyebrows were frowned, and a gloomy and fierce aura was condensed. The Wanpo Sect had really invested a lot this time. He hung under the corner of his lips and sneered, for fear that he would lose all his money in the end.

He looked around and saw that there were a few more pools of blood on the ground. There were only a dozen people who could still make tricks to protect him. The rest were curled up in the viscous gray mist, unable to move, and they were unable to break the formation together.

Hearing the rustling sound of his clothes, Jimo Qingqian looked slightly, but saw arrows heading towards Bai Shen. He looked calm and calm, and a white light was gathered around him. He did not see any violent shaking of his body. However, his white clothes were slightly undulating and white light rippling. The arrows swirled one after another to avoid him.

Jimo Qingqian showed a look of praise on his face, picked up the corners of his lips, and chuckled faintly. This son was extremely talented and had extraordinary cultivation. It was indeed because of the careful teaching of the head of Wenjian Academy that he could afford the title of one of the four young masters of Zhengyang Dao.

He calmed down a little. Bai Shen had such cultivation and was determined enough to be determined enough to endure. If he followed the right path, he would definitely become a big climate in the future. He looked sideways and looked at him until late. In this way, putting aside the trade-offs and balances of interests in the marriage, Bai Shen could be considered a good match for her.

He shook his head, were they good matches? What does it have to do with him? What kind of fun is he? If you have this skill, it is better to break the formation and escape quickly.

At this moment, a man climbed to the feet of several people with difficulty, suddenly grabbed Fang Zhiwan's feet, his voice was low, and he struggled and moaned with breath: "Save, save, save me."

Fang Zhiwan was startled and hurriedly looked down. He was actually lying on the ground with a pale face, his hands and feet were struggling weakly. I really don’t know how he, a person with no cultivation, could survive in the gray fog for so long, and could still climb to the door to ask for help.

She hurriedly bent over to pull Ji Si, but found that the blood lotus on his body emitted a shimmering blood, blocking the endless gray mist outside.

Fang Zhiwan suddenly realized that it was a magic weapon to automatically protect the master. Unfortunately, he could not use magic power to activate it, and it would eventually be wiped out.

With a wrong eye, the blood lotus had a momentum of withering. The original seven-petal lotus petals are now only two or three. The lotus petals have become transparent and can illuminate the figure. The blood marks on the head are already extremely slender, and the blood light shrouded around the body is washed away by the gray mist. Only a thin layer is left.

Seeing that the gray fog was about to swallow Ji Si, Fang Zhinong used all his strength before he could barely drag him to Gan Song's sword light and barely cut off several gray fogs.

"Tell me where is the Demon-Suppressing Bone-Changing Sword?" Fang Zhiwan pulled Ji Si and asked in a hurry.

Ji Mi was obviously exhausted, only the breath that came out and there was no breath that came in. He shook his head weakly: "Here, here."

Before he finished speaking, a deep black arrow shot towards him, and a deep bone-observing wound was pierced at the back of his head.

Blood splattered on Fang Zhiwan's body with a "pop". She was stunned for a moment, grabbed Ji Si's hand, and asked repeatedly: "Where is it, where, you said

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ah."

Ji Si had already disappeared, and a black mist was rolling on his body, and a shriveled and curled body was lying in a pool of blood.

Fang Zhiwan grabbed the blood in his hands, and felt that he couldn't breathe. His heart was so blocked that he stood there in a daze, not paying attention to the sound of the rain of arrows.

Jimo Qingqian's eyes swept, and an arrow stabbed towards Fang Zhiwan's vest, and she seemed to have lost her soul and was completely unaware of it.

His eyebrows hopped, and his body subconsciously turned, blocking Fang Zhiwan's back, and groaned, and the arrow pierced his shoulder.

All of this was only in a blink of an eye. When Fang Zhiwan came to his senses, Jimo Qingqian had pulled out the arrow and brought up a string of blood beads. The wound was turning, revealing white bones. As soon as the arrow fell to the ground, it turned into a handful of black mist.

"Senior." Fang Zhiwan exclaimed, and when he saw Jimo Qingqian's shoulders rolling, he felt frightened. If the arrow was nailed to him, he would be afraid that he would not even be able to stand. She hurriedly supported him, looking at him with a complicated expression for a long time, and his lips were stammering, and he was speechless.

Jimo Qingqian's face turned pale a little. He gently pushed away Fang Zhiwan's hand, and gently tapped on his shoulder a few times without saying a word, and continued to endure the pain and break the formation.

Seeing this scene, Bai Shen paused his magic trick slightly, his eyes turned gloomy, his expression was gloomy, and he didn't know what to think about.

Gan Song heard the movement and looked back. Seeing that his master was injured, he knew that the arrow was unusual and might have been poisoned. He was worried and anxious, sweating on his forehead was raining, his hands were trembling slightly, and he stuffed a pill of pill into his mouth. The magic power that was originally on the verge of exhaustion gradually filled the red gold sword light that was swung out from the long sword became more and more sharp.

The arrow was indeed poisoned. Jimo Qingqian pinched his finger and realized that his magic power was not stagnant. He thought to himself, if he delayed it, he would be really trapped to death. He pursed his lips tightly, looked at the runes with gloomy eyes, and the spiritual platform flew around, giving birth to a way to be forced to be forced.

At this moment, a huge burst sounded deep in the rune, as if countless scarlet sword lights were slashing sharply, and the black light disappeared in an instant, and the rune also shattered in pieces.

The clear breath of dark night hits the face, and the quiet and deep moonlight flows in front of the door.

As the runes dissipated, the gray fog in the building gradually stopped rolling and there was a momentum of dissipation.

The three trench snakes on the platform roared to the sky, their bodies became blurred and gradually dissipated.

"The formation is broken, the formation is broken."

"We, we survived."

"Run quickly, what are you doing?"

The surviving immortal cultivators shouted, covered their bloody wounds, rushed out one after another, and had no time to explore the formation that killed hundreds of people, who laid out the structure, and why, and there was no time to dig into who saved them. They just kept their heads down and ran out with all their hearts.

This glimmer of life came really hard. Jimo Qingqian took two steps at a time and ran out of the door. Wherever he looked, he happened to see a blue man with a scarlet sword and leaving quickly.

He shook his head, laughed jokingly, saving someone like a thief, for fear of being seen. This Fuxue style is really hard to see.
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