Chapter 32 Martyrdom (for collection)
Time did not wait for people. He came to a remote place in the corner of the square. Tulan sat cross-legged and took out a quaint array from the storage bag. Without saying a word, he spewed out three mouthfuls of blood in a row.
Then, he played another formula to transport the mana of the whole body to the array without reservation.
In an instant, the array reacted. The mysterious symbols recorded on the array seemed to have come to life one by one, and they kept wandering around the array. It was worthy of being an ancestral array. At first glance, it was not a mortal!
Seeing this, Dingtian and Ke Bilong each called out their own magic weapons and guarded Turan's side tightly.
Although the illusion is attracted by the illusion, it is difficult to guarantee that she will not attack Turan. Now, Turan is in an undefenseful state. Even if she suffers a little damage, she will die directly. If Turan dies, the Qianji faction will be over.
Looking at the illusion side, as soon as she made friends with the master, she felt very difficult.
The illusion day controlled by the murderous gas is really too powerful. Her divine consciousness is more than twice as strong as that of the illusion. In addition, she has the cultivation of the golden elixir period. Whether it is divine consciousness or mana, it stabilizes the illusion. How to fight this battle?
At this time, the magic sun was already unrecognized by her six relatives. She showed no mercy to her former lover. As soon as she waved the white bone flag in her hand, a gloomy black gas gushed out.
Seeing that the black gas was about to roll up to himself, Huan hurriedly hit his wings and hid away. At the same time, he pinched the sword formula with both hands. Thirty-six magic soul swords were divided into four strands and attacked the magic sun from four directions.
In this way, the two sides have met with each other.
Although the strength of the illusion is far inferior to that of the master, there is no big problem for a while under the blind defense.
With the passage of time, the white bone flag releases more and more black resentment, and the whole square is scattered everywhere. As long as there is a trace of black resentment touching your body, you will feel that a large amount of divine knowledge is like a tide, and then it is sucked away by the resentment and flows back to the white bone flag.
This white bone flag is too domineering. I regret it a little. If I had known, what kind of magic soul sword would she have refined? It would have been better to directly refine a white bone flag.
It's just that the refining method of this white bone flag is too vicious. It needs to devour 10,000 souls to activate it. The illusion gave up at a glance on the same day, and I don't know how the master made this decision.
This idea flashed by. At this time, there was no time for her to think about it. She must contain the magic day, so that the elder has enough time to stimulate the ancient array of trapped demons.
It's just that there is still more than half of the agreed time. More than half of my consciousness has been consumed. If it goes on like this, it will not be able to complete the task.
"Yes, I don't know if I can blow away the resentment with the wind. If it can blow away the resentment, it can't absorb my consciousness." With a phantom, I came up with an idea.
"I pestered the master. Can you cast a spell to attract the strong wind and blow away these black grievances?" Huan dodged and shouted at several elders of the Jindan period behind him.
Ding Tian and Ke Bilong were guarding Turan's side. Hearing Huan's words, they looked at each other. In an instant, they understood each other's thoughts.
Just see Ke Bilong's hand and take out a green and green array weapon.
Neither he nor Dingtian is a wind spirit. Although they can also use wind spells such as wind blades, their power is not flattering.
On the contrary, in a low-level spiritual weapon refined by Kebilong, a spirit beast wind butterfly is sealed, which moves the wind, and the effect is better.
The wind butterfly is worthy of being a wind spirit beast. As soon as it appeared, it brought a tornado. At this critical moment, Kebilong did not dare to leave a backhand and tried his best to stimulate the full potential of the wind butterfly.
Wh! Oh! Oh!
A huge tornado fell from the sky, covering half of the square. In an instant, everything, including the black resentment, was swept in by the tornado.
The attention of the magic sun was quickly attracted. The intelligence of the person controlled by the murderous spirit has dropped a lot. Whichever enemy has created a strong momentum, she will often attack that person.
With the strong wind, the magic day gave up the illusion and turned to the wind butterfly.
Only one face to face, the poor wind butterfly was scattered by the phantom sun. A low-level spiritual weapon was scrapped like this.
Relying on this blink of time gap, the illusion successfully inspired the four wilderness and eight pole sword formulas, and thirty-six magic soul swords suddenly disappeared together.
The next moment, all the magic soul swords flashed strangely in front of the magic sun, and thirty-six flying swords turned into countless, surrounding the magic sun and constantly cutting towards the magic sun.
The sonotic explosion generated by the phantom soul sword rubbing the air makes the heaven and earth near the phantom sun roll violently, crackling, crackling, and the sound of explosion is endless.
More and more magic soul swords are cut on the protective black gas of the magic sun. The black gas that protects the magic sun doesn't seem to be able to withstand such a violent blow, and it is about to collapse.
The next moment, she heard a big shout from Huan Ri. Her body's protective black gas first condensed, and then exploded around. The black gas rolled upside down, and unexpectedly directly broke through the magic trick.
That's awesome!
Huan learned another trick from the master. In the past, she had never thought that she could use the shield like this.
However, the four wilderness and eight-pole sword formula are not ineffective. After the magic day detonated the black gas of protecting the body, the black gas wrapped around her was obviously much thinner. It seems that this move also consumes a lot of vitality.
The master and apprentice returned to a state of stalemate. Although the strength of the magic day was higher, it was helped by Dingtian and Ke Bilong. For a while, neither of the two sides could do anything.
Time is constantly passing, and an hour is coming soon.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time. The magic array has been successfully activated!" Although Turan's voice was hoarse, at this time, it was like the sound of a fairy in his phantom ears.
Huan really doesn't want to fight with Huan Ri. Against the master, Huan can't defeat this cruel hand.
The strength of the magic day is higher than hers, and it is merciless. Under the same time, the illusion can only fight and has no power to fight back.
Now, she has finally completed the task, and the next thing will be left to Turan.
After the activation of the sleepy magic array, the fluctuation of the weather suddenly attracted the attention of the magic sun.
Although she has been invaded by murderous spirit and lost her mind, she seems to know that she is afraid when she sees the power of the trapped magic array launched.
It's just that her murderous intention is so heavy that she won't escape if she doesn't kill everyone.
Just when the magic day was hesitant, I heard a loud buzzing sound suddenly burst out of the trapped magic array.
A golden magic phase with a giant sword emerged. As soon as he appeared, the nearby heaven and earth spirit rushed towards him. Slowly, the golden magic phase became more and more solid, and began to slowly lift the giant sword in his hand.
With the kung fu of tea, the golden magic phase was full of vitality. At this time, he also just raised the huge sword over his head.
Suddenly, he waved the huge sword raised high to the fantasy sun fiercely.
Suddenly, a golden sword light flashed out, and the whole square was illuminated by the light of the sword. In an instant, all the black gas was expelled.
The sword light is full of the strong power of light, which can restrain all evil spirits and evil spirits.
"Ah!" With a scream, the magic sun was hit by the sword light.
She has been firmly locked by the golden law for a long time, and she doesn't even have a chance to dodge.
"Puff!" The magic sun spewed out a big mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
"Master!" Phantom tears couldn't stop flowing down. She rushed up with an arrow and held the master in her arms.
Master, she doesn't deserve to die!
If it hadn't been for the so-called three-eyed ancient books that came back from the blood ban, the master would not have been here.
"Big Elder!" Over there, Turan also sprayed blood, and his body was crooked and fell down.
"Ah!" The phantom sun, which fell into the illusion, suddenly moaned and woke up leisurely.
"Master, are you all right?" She cried with joy. Unexpectedly, the master was not dead, and looking at her appearance, she had regained her senses.
"Fantasy? What's wrong with me? As soon as he wanted to move, he found that he could not move at all.
"What's the matter? You're a little injured, and you'll be fine when you wake up!" Huan quickly hugged the master tightly. At the same time, she blocked the master's sight and must not let the master see the tragedy caused by her!
"No! I'm possessed. I've killed a lot of people. Please help me up!" Who knows, the magic sun was not fooled. She vaguely remembered what she had done.
"It's really okay, master. You just woke up. I'll send you back to the cave to rest!" Holding her to death, she couldn't let her see all this.
"Fantasy! Don't hide it. How can you just take care of the evil she created? Unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin was killed halfway. Over there, Dingtian suddenly interrupted.
"Second elder, you don't know the details!
It's the master's fault. It's all my fault!"
The illusion is like crazy. She will never let anyone hurt the master again.
"Silly girl, you can hide it from me for a while, but you can't hide it from me for the rest of my life. Help me over and have a look!" The magic sun was finally able to move. She touched the magic forehead and struggled to sit up.
Huan felt a palpitation in her heart. She knew that she couldn't hide it, so she had to help the master come to the elder Turan.
Turan had already died of breath. Poor him, he was devoured by the trapped demon array, his soul was scattered, and he could not close his eyes.
At this time, the battle was over, and the disciples in the hall also surged out and surrounded Turan.
Seeing the magic sun coming, they all looked very scared.
Huan Ri only looked at Turan, and then looked up around.
In the square, most of the bodies of Qianji disciples have been swept away by the tornado summoned by Fengdie just now, but outside the square, the bodies of Qianji disciples are piled up like mountains.
miserable! Miserable! Miserable! Miserable! Miserable! Miserable! Miserable!
"The difference of a thought!
I didn't expect that it was me who destroyed my Qianji faction!
Goddess of Dreams, are you really not here?" The magic sun said softly, with indescrable sadness on his face.
"You are still thinking about your dream goddess. She has turned you into a demon, and you still don't repent!" Dingtian was furious when he heard that his daughter still missed the goddess of dreams.
"It's not the master's fault! She doesn't want to be like this either!" He stared at Dingtian fiercely and couldn't wait to sew his mouth!
"Father, you need to say, I will naturally repay the evil I made!
The elder and the disciples of the Qianji School died at my hands, but that was also because I was eager to achieve it, which had nothing to do with the goddess of dreams!
Fantasy, the master is leaving. I think your strength has increased greatly. It should also be an ancient book that has cultivated the three-eyed clan.
You are better than me. The inheritance of the goddess of dreams depends on you.
The teacher will look at you in the sky and watch you restore the glory of the goddess of dreams!" After saying this calmly, Huan Ri bent down and sat on the ground and slowly closed his eyes.
"Master, don't! It's really not your fault. If it's your fault, it's my fault!" When the hallucinatory master said this, he knew that something was wrong.
However, no matter how she shouted, the master would not promise her. With infinite guilt, the magic day ended his life.
Suddenly, the people in the square cried.
PS: I'm dead. If you don't collect it, if you don't give it to me, I'll write it all to death.