Zhang Xiaofan originally wanted to burn the fire stick now and go to Huqi Mountain to find out what was going on, but the woman in his arms couldn't do it. After all, the two had just tasted the fruit of love for the first time, and it made no sense to leave suddenly.
Although it doesn't matter to me, Lu Xueqi, who is the leader of Qingyun Sect's Xiaozhu Peak, doesn't think so. The woman's heart is agitated, who knows what kind of overreaction she will have, sacrificing the Tianya Divine Sword, and using the Divine Sword to Control Thunder True Technique Destroy it? Zhang Xiaofan pondered for a moment whether Huqi Mountain was still necessary to exist, and decided to discuss it in a few days. After all, he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry.
Lu Xueqi's warm body temperature came from the palm of Zhang Xiaofan's huge palm. Although she was separated by clothes, she could clearly feel Lu Xueqi's jelly-like baby skin. It was soft and tender and could be broken with a gentle poke, and the skin looked like gelatin.
Lu Xueqi's smile was as bright as a flower, and she was radiant. At this time, she was less reserved than usual and a little more green.
Huqi Mountain—the place where the mysterious magic circle of Qingyun Sect is stationed.
Dark night enveloped the earth, the moonlight had long been hidden, and the originally hot summer could not feel a trace of heat wave. Instead, there was a strange, cold and biting chilling atmosphere. Thick red liquid flowed all over the place. A large tent was swaying here and there, stained with a lot of scarlet blood. The campfire crackled and dry charcoal made a faint explosion sound.
With the help of sporadic firelight, you can see something dark, which has transformed into countless tentacles and is attacking everyone in Qingyun Sect. Because the dark object is so weird, no one knows what it is. Sometimes it is a sword, attacking everyone, and some low-level magic weapons are like paper in front of it, breaking when touched; sometimes it emits a weird aura, and as long as a living creature is caught by them, it will All the flesh and blood were sucked clean, leaving only a pair of dry skin and bones in a tragic death state. Everyone took a breath of cold air, sweated profusely, and turned pale with panic.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Du Bishu quickly held the dice magic weapon across his chest to cover everyone's retreat, shouting: "Disciple Qingyun, retreat quickly!" After saying this, he activated the dice magic weapon to attract the attention of the dark tentacles and buy some time for his fellow disciples. No matter how hard Du Bishu attacked the dark thing, he couldn't hurt it at all.
As soon as the Qingmen disciples heard that they were retreating, they immediately activated their magic weapons and turned into meteors to fly away from the mysterious magic circle. Countless black tentacles followed closely behind, chasing madly as if possessed by a demon. When the disciples of Qingyun were far away from the mysterious magic circle, the dark tentacles did not chase them, so they must be safe.
Among them, a Qingyun disciple shouted loudly: "Elder Du, come to us quickly, it's safe here!"
Du Bishu looked at the west road with his eyes, listened to all directions, and understood it. He recited the mantra and formed the Taoist seal with his hands.
Suddenly, the dice magic weapon in his hand was thrown into the sky and the earth. Under the blessing of the mana seal, it instantly grew several times in size and kept spinning. The moment the dice magic weapon stopped, it hit six o'clock!
Du Bishu's face was calm and he shouted: "Six or six are going well." In an instant, the dice magic weapon turned into a magic six, and the green light flourished. The dazzling light instantly flooded the entire forest. From a distance, it seemed that there were several rounds of scorching sun circling the sky and the earth. Suddenly, with great momentum, the huge dice turned into light waves, and a compressed and powerful force was gathering in the dice magic weapon, rolling up countless dead branches and leaves.
"Quick." With an order, Du Bishu's six dice rushed towards the dark object on the mysterious magic circle as fast as lightning, but the black tentacles were strangely arranged in several rows, like charging soldiers, ready to go, but it seemed He doesn't care about these small light waves, he stays in place motionless, letting you do whatever you want.
There were several loud "booms", and the sound was huge. Suddenly, thick smoke billowed, flying sand and rocks covered the sky and the sun. Before the aftermath of the dice magic weapon dissipated, a huge deep pit appeared on the hard ground. The towering trees on the side were also uprooted and staggered. Finally, the light wave faded, and a hurricane suddenly came, blowing everyone to close their eyes and cover themselves, and their clothes were dancing. Qingyun disciples couldn't help but sigh. Elder Dazhufeng became a little more diligent.
When the storm subsided, a mysterious magic circle that emitted light appeared intact in everyone's field of vision. Many of those black tentacles hovered over the mysterious magic circle, arranged neatly, like a group of ferocious wolves in the hunt, staring at their prey with eager eyes. Bare your teeth and wait for an opportunity to kill the opponent immediately!
Du Bishu was taken aback by such a strange phenomenon, his brows furrowed high, he took back the dice magic weapon with a thought, and smiled bitterly: "Damn, I've magnified my moves, there's no scratch at all!"
Immediately, countless dark tentacles swarmed up, scrambling to be the first, and greedily rushed towards Du Bishu.
Du Bishu felt that there must be something fishy about this thing, so he ducked and quickly retreated to the side of Qingyun disciples. At this time, each of the Qingyun disciples were more cute than the other. They were all marveling at Elder Du's superb strength, but they never thought that he was scraping!
When the dark tentacles were about to attack the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, there was a bright golden magic circle blocking their way. When they came into contact with the golden magic circle, they felt like needles and instantly turned into a pool of black and extremely smelly blood! Upon seeing this, the jet-black tentacles immediately retreated, Zhan Zhan was panic-stricken, as if they were seeing something restrained, they huddled up, and then quickly disappeared into the mysterious magic circle.
The golden light dissipated and returned to its original appearance as an ordinary magic circle. It turned out that there was a huge golden magic circle in front of Qingyun disciples, enclosing the mysterious magic circle. It was difficult to spot if you didn't look carefully. It seemed that someone didn't want the things inside to come out and cause harm. one party.
Seeing the dark things fleeing, Du Bishu directed everyone to recapture the bodies of Qingyun disciples who had been sucked dry by the black tentacles and those who died tragically. He also hurriedly wrote a letter to report the situation here truthfully and asked Xianhe to take it back to Qingyun Sect so that Qingyun Sect could make plans.
The other side - the space on the other side of the mysterious magic circle.
An old man over two feet tall with a ghostly face covered in deathly energy. His arms were as thin as wood, holding a skull scepter that was just as tall as himself. Green liquid was flowing on his long black nails, which seemed to be a living thing. The wrinkled skin on his face is like withered tree bark, without any luster. His dark green eyes are particularly ferocious and terrifying. A pair of sharp-mouthed fangs are engraved with strange runes. Behind him is a man with a pair of black feather wings, his head The man wearing the jeweled crown was particularly eye-catching in his golden dragon robe. In contrast to his striking golden color, his pupils were glowing black, as black as ink, and his face was covered in scars.
The ghost-faced old man stared fiercely at the person prostrate on the ground, and said indifferently: "Emperor Qingling, Princess Qing Pheasant escaped so fast. The teleportation circle here is guarded by your heavy troops, and you have set up a dragnet. Even if Princess Qing Pheasant has a pair of wings, she will be able to escape." The wings cannot escape, but why did they still escape from your hands? Did you let them go on purpose or accidentally!? How do you ask me to explain to the ghost wizard Archmage!"
After saying that, he swung the skull scepter in his hand hard and hit the Qingling Emperor's face hard. Blood mist flew out in an instant, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the Qingling Emperor's mouth. A black and blue scar instantly tore open the newly healed scab on his face. The wounds were bloody and ugly, which was shocking. As if nothing had happened, Emperor Qingling was still lying on the ground, silent.
