Chapter 230: Competing for the artistic conception

Everything outside the forest of Taichu seemed quiet. Yu En and others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw this situation, but Verus did not dare to be care at all. He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't figure it out. He suppressed the doubt in his heart and slowly touched it out with several people.

There are a few stars hanging in the sky outside the forest, emitting a faint light, and the group is careful to prevent accidents

Verus, who came out of the forest, kept frowning. Suddenly, his face suddenly changed, and now he finally knows what's wrong, "The worm song? It's still night. Why is there no sound of insects around, unless..." Thinking of this, he couldn't help sweating, and his body trembled slightly. A faint abnormal sound made him confirm his idea, but he did not dare to show any abnormality on his face. He approached several people and suddenly said loudly with a smile, "Irk, your soul master When will it arrive? We agreed to wait for us to come out here." After that, he slowly patted Kerr three times.

Verus's sudden laughter was very loud on the outskirts of the dead forest, which made several people who were not prepared suddenly shocked. Kerr felt a little strange. "What's wrong with the Virus brothers? Even his name can be called wrong." He looked up at Verus, who kept staring at himself. Although he didn't understand, he still pressed According to Verus's meaning, he shouted, "I think the master will come in a while." The other three looked helplessly at the two people who sang and drank in front of them.

"Then you must introduce us," Verus laughed loudly, leading several people to quickly approach the chaotic plain.

"They have no soul master at all" shouted loudly in the dead Taichu Forest.

At the moment of the loud shout of "running", Verus already shouted out.

There were countless lights around, shining brightly, mixed with several unusually strong breaths in the middle, slowly surrounding several people.

Verus' heart "crocked" and scolded angrily: "Soul Sect, even the strong man of the Soul Sect came." No matter how well Verus was, he couldn't help cursing in a low voice. Yuen and the three finally understood what Verus meant. Without thinking about it, several people quickly approached the chaotic plain.

The same voice as just now rose again: "The eighth-order artistic conception is on them, everyone grabs it." Countless lights around moved in an instant, and the chaotic footsteps sounded, constantly approaching several people, and the lights were mixed with each other, which was very dazzling.

Verus has never hated a person so much, but this time he really hates the owner of that voice to the extreme. Eighth level, eight your mother level, this is absolutely out of nothing. Bai Helou also scolded angrily, "Damn, don't let me know who you are?"

Six people leaned back to back slowly, looking at the light that kept pouring from all directions...

The originally stable energy in the air gradually became bao with the influx of many soul practitioners, resulting in a trace of energy. Virus looked at the approaching light and said to several people: "Go to the left."

Several people nodded intently. Yu En quickly cast a wind blade to open the way forward. The pale green light lit up around. There were countless figures flashing on the ground, and the wind blade quickly pushed towards the left. The soul power of the group of people who kept moving forward after the huge wind blade has slowly circulated in their bodies and is ready to be fatal at any time. One blow.

Several people all understood that the moment the wind blade broke after contact with the other party was that when several people died and fought, the wind blade trembled more and more fiercely. Verus stood in front of several people and slowly raised his fists, and the earthy yellow light kept flashing.

The three firmly protected the weakest two in a triangular posture. The wind blade trembled violently, and finally broke, and the green light turned into a little disappeared. Verus and his party finally collided with the encircled enemy on the left.

Without hesitation, he raised his fist and hit the first bird on the left. The bright earthy yellow light bombarded the latter's head, and the latter's whole body was also shrouded in a layer of light of light orange. The orange light and the earthy yellow light hit each other fiercely.

The sound of "click" sounded, the latter screamed, his right arm was irregularly twisted, and the remnants of the earthy light continued to hit his head.

"Boom"

The head cracked directly, and the white brain overflowed. The headless body was thrown back, which shocked the people who rushed up behind. "I didn't expect the black-haired man with black eyes in front of me to be so powerful that he killed an eighth-level saint in front of me."

As a result of a blow to the opponent, Virus and his party continued to move forward quickly without any hesitation. If they were caught up by the people behind them, the consequences would be unimaginable for Bai Helou and Herman to stay close to both sides and constantly block the pressure from around them.

Suddenly, a yellow sè light shined in the crowd in front of him, with a sharp roar. The figure in the yellow sè light waved a huge sword and hit several people quickly. Verus's feet stepped on the ground fiercely and soared in an instant, and a fierce wind also flew out of his fist.

"Bai Lie collapse"

Since Verus was a native xìng body, this was the only soul skill that could be used, but the power was not the same as that at that time. The two finally collided and mobilized the soul power of the whole body to surge towards the fist. With a thump, the figure in the yellow light was immediately shaken back dozens of steps away from the battle range. Ruth's men kept catching up with him directly, waved his fist and went away with another muffled sound, and the figure who was not in a hurry was imprinted on his chest by a punch.

The figure spewed out a mouthful of blood, mixed with broken internal organs in the middle, and his body flew backwards into the dozens of people rushing in front of him. He directly picked up the huge sword that the shadow fell from the shadow. Verus stared coldly at more than a dozen people in front of him, and his whole body was full of evil spirits and full of murder

He turned around and waved the huge sword to quickly solve the three people fighting with Bai Helou and Mande, picked up the weapons dropped by the three people, and the five quickly greeted the time of the battle between several people in Verus, and the soul practitioners who chased behind were one step closer to several people.

Verus split a flying fire snake with a sword, and his body shook slightly, and then returned to calm. He led several people to rush forward quickly. The whole giant sword flowed with the earthy sè and rushed directly into the other's camp, and the two sides handed over.

Virus was like entering a land of no man's land. The giant sword held up a yellow light curtain and kept splashing blood at the other party for a while. The broken limbs and disabled arms were scattered and screamed. The other party could not persist for a few rounds under Verus and was cut by the sword.

"Be careful behind" Verus shouted. Taking advantage of Bai Helou's full efforts to avoid the opponent's attack, one person took the opportunity to circle behind him and stabbed his chest with a sword.

Bai Helou hummed. Although he heard Verus's reminder and dodged an important position, the other party's sword still left a scar on the left rib. It could be seen that the other party was killing. Verus rushed to wave his sword to block the fatal blow and cut off the right one with his backhand sword. Fang's head, sprayed with blood, sprinkled on several people, and the headless body slowly fell back.

Seeing that Bai Helou was out of danger, Verus turned back to kill the incoming enemy. Mande and Bai Helou had already been scarred. Although they were not fatal injuries, they were also stained with blood all over their bodies, just like a bloody man. Waving a huge sword to block attacks from all directions.

Yuen and Kerr, protected by the three people, watched several people fight desperately to protect themselves and each other. Their eyes suddenly turned red. Staring at the loss of power of the other party made Verus dizzy. The figure in front of them was already vague and unreal, and they could only passively resist attacking the other people. Mande's body has been shaken down, and the blood of Baihelou's left rib, which seemed to fall down at any time, kept gushing out. His face was pale and terrible, and his footsteps were unstable. His left arm was supported by Yuen to stabilize his body, and his right arm was still waving a huge sword mechanically to resist the attack.

The severe pain made Verus's consciousness suddenly wake up. A long scar on his arm had been cut open, and his backhand stabbed the opponent's chest, making the latter scream as if he had used up all Verus's strength, and his body shook and finally fell to the ground slowly.

The people in the rear have surrounded. Two soul sects and three flying immortals stood on the scene. Others did not dare to move at all and quietly waited for the order of the five strong men.

Bai and Lou couldn't hold on. They fell to the ground and kept gasping, leaving Kel Yuen standing in the field. Their eyes were red and terrible, as if they were going to bleed, staring at the old men in front of them like enemies.

When the latter saw Kerr's blood-red eyes, he was slightly shocked. He quietly retreated and thought that the other party's cultivation took a step forward and hummed coldly. One of the old men looked at several people and said with disdainfully, "Where is the artistic conception? Hand it over."

There was a trace of blood on the corners of Verus's mouth, and his pale face without a trace of blood. He slowly got up. His body shook and wanted to fall down. Kerr quickly held his shoulder position.

A smile slowly appeared at the corners of Verus's mouth. Although he was smiling, everyone felt a coldness growing in their hearts and couldn't help taking a step back and leaving the battlefield.

"How on earth do you know that we have an eighth-order mood?" Verus turned his head and looked at an old man and asked, his voice was extremely hoarse.

The old man snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "People who are dying don't need to know so much."

Verus still stared at the latter, as if he hadn't heard the old man's words. He quietly waited to answer the old man's heart was shocked by the eyes staring at with slightly blood. His arrogant momentum couldn't help restraining and said slowly, "It's the lone wolf mercenary regiment."

Hearing this, the smile at the corners of Verus's mouth slowly disappeared, and his face was calm and waveless. None of the people who were swept by the surrounding people dared to look directly into Verus's eyes. All of them lowered their heads, and a trace of fear quietly grew in the bottom of his heart.

Gently closed his eyes and slowly opened them again. Virus said calmly, "If Virus doesn't die this time, I and the lonewolf mercenary regiment will not-die-no-end."

An old man in blue said to several people: "I'm afraid you don't have such good luck. Where is the artistic conception? The fiery eyes in his eyes were not hidden at all.

As if he had strength again, Verus left Kerr's help, stood up straight, and said to the old man, "Let my friend go, I'll tell you where the mood is." While mobilizing the soul power in his body, he began to recover. With one more strength, Verus will not give up until the last moment. .

Several people also slowly got up. Bai Helou suddenly smiled at Verus and said, "It's not bad that I can know the Verus brothers in my life." He turned to the old man in blue and said, "Old man, we only have an eighth-order artistic conception. How do you five want to share?"

The other four old men's bodies were slightly calm, and no one noticed the small movements of the four.

The old man in blue said coldly, "You don't have to worry about this. If you want to sow discord, little doll, you are still a little tender."

An old man in green said impatiently, "If you don't talk to them, just kill them directly. I don't believe they are not afraid of death."

The old man in blue frowned slightly and said unhappily, "Lebitian, I don't need you to teach me." Taking a step forward, the soul power in the meridians surged wildly, the robe cracked, and the blue light of his fingertips flashed slightly. He said angrily, "Do you want to make friends or not?" A blue light flashed, and Bai Helou hummed and bit his lips to prevent himself from screaming. His left arm had been pierced through a blood hole and blood was pouring out.

Verus was furious, and his red eyes immediately turned red. He said in a low voice, "As long as you let your friends go and give them a way to live, I will give you the mood immediately. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

Lie Bitian sneered and looked at Virus with his eyes, as if he liked this expression very much. "I want the artistic conception now, otherwise..." Another blue light shre out, and there was a deep bone scar on Mande's calf. With a "plop", Mande fell directly to the ground.

Verus's eyes were completely red, as if he could drip blood, and his face was also slightly twisted. His body trembled gently, and his whole body was full of evil spirits. "Okay, I'll give you the artistic conception" raised the storage ring in his hand, and he was about to throw it away like a train.

An old man in yellow suddenly laughed and said, "No, I think it's better to grab it. You'd better all die." One sentence made Verus's action in his hand stop abruptly. His heart was furious, and his hand bones creaked, "If you were strong, how could you be so humiliating today?"

Bai and Lou and others slowly gathered around Verus, with no fear of death in their eyes, only reluctance for their brothers, and a sense of sadness quietly spread around several people.

Lie Bitian turned to the other four people: "Whoever grabs things belongs to?" After saying that, he took the lead in unfolding his body and rushed towards several people. The blue light surged like a pair of training, hitting several people.

The other four people were also about to take action, and their soul power surged out crazily.

"The artistic conception is here, grab it if you want." Verus took out the artistic conception from the ring and threw it into the distance. The earthy artistic conception was unusually conspicuous in the night, like a streamer.

When the five people saw this, they immediately abandoned several people and chased them to the mood that flew to the distance. The soles of Lie Bitian stepped on the void fiercely, and there was a dull explosion. The void collapsed directly, and his body disappeared from the same place in an instant. When he appeared again, he was less than an arm away from the artistic conception, and a trace of ecstasy grew in the bottom of his heart. The eighth-order artistic conception has too much effect on itself. Whether it is refining or alchemy, it will improve the quality of the latter by one level.

At the moment when Lie Bitian's fingers were about to touch the artistic conception, a colorful glare flew from a distance, like a teleportation, flashed in front of Lie Bitian's eyes, and the artistic conception also disappeared.

Seeing this colorful glare, the expression on Lie Bitian's face suddenly sank. Of course, he knew what this glare was, that is, the scourge in the Taichu forest that everyone talked about, known as the "golden phoen phoenix that never falls". Without any hesitation, he directly chased the sky to the colorful light. The other four people obviously Stunned by this sudden change, and then quickly reacted and got up to chase one after another. For a moment, everyone immediately performed a chase battle over the sky.

Le Bitian waved his hand, the blue light on his palm flashed, and a green sword condensed by soul power cut directly towards the colorful light.

The flying colorful light paused slightly, and another colorful light separated from the inside and swept directly to the green sword.

The blue sword swept by the colorful light suddenly stopped, as if it had been imprisoned, and then burst, and the green light turned into a point. At the moment when the colorful glare was entangled with Liebitian, the attack of the other four old men had also arrived. Each light flashed, the void was shaken, and the momentum of destruction swept by xìng. Over the sky.

The light in the colorful light danced continuously and met the attacks of several people one by one. At the moment of contact, there was a moment of stillness without exception, and then it turned into the purest energy between heaven and earth as if it had been hit by destruction.

At the end of another round of attack, the colorful glare crossed the void and rushed towards Verus and his party. When they arrived, the color light faded, revealing a snow-white beast inside.

Fluffy hair softly covers the whole body, like a white and flawless edelweiss ball. The short limbs are covered with snow-white fluff, and a pair of big eyes are as bright as black gems, which is no doubt.

Seeing Xiaobai again, Verus was full of joy and held it in his arms without hesitation. The latter seemed to be full of happiness, and he kept shouting.

Five people stepped into the air from afar. They didn't expect to be fooled like this by a snow-white beast today. If this spread out, where would their faces exist? Lie Bitian snorted angrily and said in a cold voice, "Okay, I didn't expect that the scourge in the Taichu forest turned out to be your summoning beast. So you must have instructed him to steal everyone's spiritual treasures. What on earth are you doing? One sentence made the originally quiet crowd immediately move, and everyone's eyes looking at Verus were full of bad gods. Most people present had been robbed by this snow-white beast as long as they had any rare elixir in their hands.

Verus sneered and couldn't help scolding the old fox. Lie Bitian's words undoubtedly pushed several people to the opposite side of everyone. Now Verus is absolutely indefectable. No matter what he said, no one will believe it. At present, he does not deny it and said in a low voice, "What on earth do you want to do? ?"

Lie Bitian smiled and said, "It seems that you really instructed me to do it. Maybe the eighth-order artistic conception was also stolen by you by the little beast and handed over the artistic conception."