Predecessors all over the world

The most terrifying thing in the world is that when you think you are sure to win, things will take a sudden turn for the worse.

The Taoist cultivators were full of passion and fought desperately. They finally suppressed the demon cultivators and forced them to nowhere to retreat, but there was a problem with their spiritual power.

Without any warning, many people suddenly cannot use their spiritual power.

Spiritual power is the foundation for monks to survive. In daily life, losing spiritual power will cause great panic, let alone in a state of war? Everyone's nerves are already tense, and they have lost their reliance for no reason, and they cannot curb their inner confusion.

And fear can only follow instinct and seek help from others.

Therefore, after a person shouted out, it quickly triggered a chain effect, and many people shouted in panic.

"What's going on?"

"Where is the spiritual power?"

"Are you poisoned?"

"I take the Anti-Drug Pill, why is it useless?"

"What happened?"

"I, I don't have spiritual power anymore!"

The clouds are rolling, the wind is cold, and the air is filled with the smell of blood.

Panic was like a sudden plague, which was transmitted to everyone at once. The morale that had been rising before was like a mirage, and it disappeared as soon as it was said to disappear, replaced by a strong sense of confusion and crisis.

What happened? Is it the trap of the demon cultivator?

Yue Bufan soon discovered the abnormality. After hearing what happened, the hair on the back of his neck stood up - what does it mean to suddenly lose spiritual power on the demon cultivator's territory? This is equivalent to a sheep entering the tiger's mouth and putting his neck on someone else's house.

Under the knife!

He shivered and understood that the most important thing at this time was to calm the morale of the army, so he immediately shouted: "There is poisonous gas! Be careful, the poisoned monk retreat, hurry up, go back to the ship for treatment immediately!"

The poisonous gas in the cultivation world has many color and irritating odors. Only a few poisons in food are colorless and tasteless. But at this time, who cares about logic or not, what if you don’t understand colorless or tasteless? It’s called poisonous gas, it’s poisonous gas, and it must be a demon.

Repair the poisonous gas.

Yue Bufan acted decisively and set the tone in one go, temporarily comforting his panicked teammates.

He saw that most of the people who were poisoned were monks on the land, but his group was not in a way. He judged that the problem was below and said cautiously: "Don't go down to the ground, fight with me."

The people from the Beast Riding Team nodded cautiously. There are so many poisoned people and the noise is too loud. The demon cultivator will definitely come out to test it. We must leave time for everyone to retreat.

Yue Bufan took his men and horses to dive and intercept the demon cultivator's temptation.

With such an unusual behavior, the demon cultivator was not blind. He immediately guessed that something was wrong with Dao Xiu, and he was overjoyed. The leading demon cultivator greeted him: "Dao Xiu fell into the trap, hurry up and kill!"

Before he finished speaking, blood was already splattering.

The depressed demon cultivator who had just become turbulent, and bloody aroused their instinct to kill. Without words, they were like a group of crazy-starved wild dogs, one after another, killing towards the Tao cultivator who had lost his combat power.

Yue Bufan was shaking all over, not fear or fear, but despair that he had not felt.

He had already had a foreshadowing that this would be a unilateral massacre.

Why is this happening? What is the matter with spiritual power? The question just came to my mind, and the answer soon appeared. It was too obvious, right? That smoke and dust were released by Yanxia Zhenjun.

Could it be that Yanxia Zhenjun was parasitized by the shadow puppet?

Yue Bufan couldn't help but look up. The slender figure was still riding in the wind, and his slender waist was like flying willow branches, but his hands firmly curb Feiying's neck.

He didn't care about shaking his military morale and immediately used his spiritual power to intensify his voice: "The true Lord Yanxia was parasitized by the shadow puppet."

"No, no." Feiying struggled hard to correct Yue Bufan's mistake. He discovered the abnormality one step earlier than everyone: the poison that could not use spiritual power, the river water that flooded the camp... It immediately reminded him of the

A person, a poison.

Meiji, Yanxia Zhenjun was not parasitized by the shadow puppet, she was taken over by Meiji!

That smoke and dust is not a poisonous gas, it is a fish egg.

The eggs of the spirit sealing fish.

As soon as they come into contact with water, they will hatch and instinctively chase the flesh and blood of monks. Although monks wear protective robes, their effects are minimal under the gnaw of the water evil, and it is nothing more than the difference between one mouthful and two mouthfuls.

Thinking of this, Feiying immediately realized that Yanxia Zhenjun, no, it was the terrifying thing about Meiji doing this. She sent Dao Xiu to the butcher knife of the demon cultivator without any effort, and formed a group of Taoist demons.

A mortal mortal hatred.

If the Dao Xiu army was wiped out today, Beizhou would definitely avenge them at all costs.

The war will not stop, it will only become more intense.

She must be stopped!

Expose her conspiracy!

Feiying didn't care about the pain in his flesh, raised his hand and waved a large number of talismans, trying to force Meiji to let go of him.

But Meiji smiled like a flower: "Boy, why do you think I should bring you by your side? I'm afraid you have a good memory and remember who I am."

Feiying's back chills, and his teeth chuckled: "You, you... are shameless! Despicable! Don't think that none of us knows your conspiracy, you will not succeed!"

"The fact is, I succeeded." Meiji is not Ling Xihai, and she puts plans first when doing things. She doesn't care whether she will be discovered, because for her, achieving the goal is just by the way, enjoying the pleasure of playing around the world and manipulating the war.

, the most important thing.

How can a good performance be without an audience? She needs an audience who knows her identity and understands the whole story, and enjoy the next good show with her.

Feiying felt that the needle was stabbed on the side of her neck, and then her spiritual power seemed to be asleep and could not be called up no matter what. He wanted to grab the storage bag, but a gentle wind tangled his hands and feet.

It's hard to move any more.

He became desperate, not for himself, but for his companions.

——Is there really nothing I can do about it?

No, of course not.

When Yue Bufan called the abnormality of the True Lord of Yanxia, ​​Zhaotian Zhenjun was distracted and looked at him sideways. When he saw the True Lord of Yanxia attacking Feiying, even though he was puzzled, he did not hesitate and immediately left the battle and wanted to turn back to rescue.

However, Black Ai would not let him do it easily. He judged that there was something wrong with Dao Xiu, and that Zhaotian Zhenjun's fighting spirit was weak, which was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to attack his opponent. Therefore, he did not hesitate to use all his strength to keep his opponent.

His body condensed with magic power suddenly rose and turned into a giant form. At the same time, he abandoned the human limbs, condensed many tentacles with magic power instead of hands and feet, and surrounded Zhaotian Zhenjun from all directions.

Zhaotian Zhenjun was anxious and was not confused. He was not confused. He was thinking about countermeasures while dealing with him. He could not defeat all the demon cultivators with one person's strength. The decline of Taoist cultivators was not in defeat, but

It lies in the sudden disappearing spiritual power.

As long as this problem can be solved, the crisis will be solved.

How can spiritual power disappear? It can only be poisoning, and it is a very rare toxin, otherwise the Jiedu Pill will not be ineffective. Judging from the difference between cavalry and other disciples, you can immediately determine that the poison is in the water, and it is not a pure toxin, but it is probably a certain

A highly poisonous monster.

Therefore, his response was very simple. He first threw out a powerful defensive magic weapon to temporarily block the attack of the army of demon cultivators. Then he activated the spiritual fire and forcibly evaporated the accumulated water in the barrier.

White mist surges and hot steam rises.

Soon, Wang Chuo, who had a clear eyes and bright heart, called the key: "It's fish, please be careful not to let these fish get close to you."

The unknown is the greatest fear. When the mysterious enemy is unveiled, it loses its fearful power. The panic-defying Dao Xiu found that the culprit was actually some small fish. In addition to being stunned, his fear naturally faded.

However, at this time, two words fell slowly from the sky: "Natural."

Meiji looked down at them and did not stop Zhaotian Zhenjun's rescue. Instead, they broke the fantasy again when they thought they saw the light of dawn: "The effect of the spirit sealing poison lasts twelve hours. For such a long time, it's enough for you to die ten times.

Eight times.”

The people below collectively turned pale: Twelve hours? It was actually a day? Can they last for a whole day?

"What's the matter? There's no spiritual power, there's a sword, and there's a leg." Yue Bufan knew that although Zhaotian Zhenjun's magic weapon temporarily blocked the attack of the demon cultivators, the scope was fixed. To evacuate safely, it still depends on themselves.

He spoke firmly and directed everyone to save himself: "If you can still fight, take a step forward and the others will change into formation."

Many evacuation paths flashed through his mind, and he quickly calculated the feasibility: "If you take magic weapons, take out all the high-level flying magic weapons and distribute them nearby."

Qi-refining cultivators cannot use flying magic weapons, and the low-level magic weapons used by foundation-building cultivators usually require spiritual support, and are mostly tools for short-distance walking. Only high-level magic weapons used by Jindan monks can be engraved with spiritual power to provide energy.

The formation only requires divine thoughts to control it.

When Li Xintong and others heard this, they immediately took out their magic weapons, ships, swords, pavilions, etc. The low-level monks immediately rushed to the flying magic weapon closest to them, but some of them were flexible and deliberately chose the suitable place to go.

"This is close to us, why are you going there?"

"There is a formation master there, but there is no here."

After a brief panic, someone had recovered from his calmness and began to think about how to get out of trouble.

But there are still a few such people. Yue Bufan issued instructions tirelessly: "At least one mage is required everywhere. If there are other passively triggered magic weapons, please take them out quickly." He said to the riding beast again, "You are in a group with two people.

, protect them from retreating separately.”

The military orders were like mountains, and no one asked Yue Bufan what he planned to do. He just silently found his guardian companion, either riding a flying tiger or a giant bird, guarding beside his comrades.

One of the cultivators had a slightly red eye socket, but when she saw the person riding a strange bird landing on the side of the boat, a glimmer of joy suddenly burst out in her eyes.

"It won't be a problem." This male cultivator is not good at speaking on weekdays and is always unable to win the favor of his lover, but at this moment, he seems extremely reliable. "I will definitely send you away safely."

"Yes." The female cultivator nodded vigorously, tears fell down, but the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Within less than a stick of incense, Dao Xiu's reorganization has been completed.

Yue Bufan gave a wink at the drumbeat. The fat man understood and smashed the drumsticks in his hand heavily, and the three drum sounds were heavy and long.

When the Lord Zhaotian heard this, he knew it was a retreat order. He instantly took back his magic weapon and waved a fire with his back hand. The hot lava blew out from the ground, condensed into cold and turned into several hideous giant beasts, intercepted in front of the demon cultivator.

Everyone fought for time to evacuate.

"Clash with me and stop them no matter what." Yue Bufan said to the only six people left behind him.

"yes."

They shot into the tide of demon cultivators like arrows.

There are only seven monks, only three golden elixirs and four foundation-building. Can they block the crazy thousands of troops? They can't stop it. But they have to block it even if they can't stop it. They must fight for everyone's chance to survive.

Even if it is slim.

Seven people and seven spiritual pets were like broken autumn leaves, instantly swallowed by the dark lake water.

Sometimes there are sparks bursting, and sometimes there is a sword roaring.

The spiritual pet roared, and his sharp teeth teared open the enemy's flesh and blood, but the zombies rushed up quickly, and their sharp five fingers contained violent venom; the sword cut the throat, and the blood flowers scattered. With one sword, they reaped three lives.

Five people attacked from their backs, and strange weapons inserted into their lungs, immediately destroying their meridians.

But no one speaks, no one wails.

They just fought silently, firmly, tenaciously.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a spirit beast whimpered and fell into the surging river. The companion beside him was clear-headed and quickly pulled the rider behind him.

A cold wave behind me comes.

The companions fell on.

Blood is like a flower blooming in the water.

The author has something to say: Meiji's possession is probably the skill that can be ranked in this article... He is really a vest expert

Will fight back tomorrow, don't be afraid