Chapter 27 The Universe Turns into a Spiritual Array

Kuroko looked at the fiery red river in the sky slowly squirming in horror. He was not afraid of death, otherwise he would not be a mercenary for so many years, but he was afraid of this sense of powerlessness. In front of the monk's power, he did not know how to resist at all.

"It's a monk in the Jiedan period. Hurry up and move the universe. Hurry up!"

With a shout in Heizi's ear, he saw many monks in the military of Bingfeng City pulling out flags. Those flags with faint light were like stars lit up in the dark, which made people feel the hope of life.

A thriller woke up from fear. He grabbed Liu Er, who was trembling, with one arm and rushed to the last army stationed at the North Gate of Bottlewind City.

The sky was bright, and the fiery red Sword River rushed down. The hot breath made people feel suffocating in an instant, as if all the oxygen had been emptied.

In just two seconds, the Fire River will pour down at the north gate, and none of the senior officials of Bottlewind City who have yet retreated will be spared.

Li Feng and Zuo Mu looked up at the fire and rain falling from the sky. Their faces were not frightened, but there was a trace of helplessness. They did not expect that there would be a Jiedan monk to attack Bottlewind City. Under the spell attack of the Jiedan monk, it was difficult to say whether the defensive array left by Luo Han was useful for Mo Du.

Xiaoyue stood on the side of the left wood and quietly stared at the fire river pouring down her head. She saw the rickety old man at the end of the fire river at a glance. There was a trace of disgust in her heart. It was this kind of cold-blooded monk who always did not take human life seriously. The monks were really unforgiving cold-blooded animals, at least so far. I have never heard of any monk who is willing to live in peace with human beings on earth. Even the White Hall, which flaunts human friends, actually regards human life as grass.

Don't hold a big stick alone and float majestically in mid-air to face the falling river of fire at the level of the seventh stage of practice.

Hundreds of faint light shot from the flags in the hands of many monks on the ground and passed to the big stick in Mo Du's hand, and a seemingly fragile temporary formation covered the north gate of Bottle Wind City.

Most of the monks who have been array only have practiced less than five phases of Qi. Although they wholeheartedly deliver spiritual power to the rune in their hands, no one believes that this magic array can really save their lives. The reason why they do not run is that those foundation monks who are stare at the periphery will soon be alone will be killed by this Some foundation monks caught up and killed them.

Instead of rushing out and being killed, it's better to stay with everyone and resist to death.

He Xin saw the resistance of Mo Du and others, and the corners of his mouth raised contemptuously. This temporary formation, and the array did not even have a foundation monk. If such a formation can also prevent his fire sword, then He Xin will really be written backwards from now on.

Most of the monks of the Piaoling Sword School chased the scattered mortals in the bottle wind city. About one-third of the monks floated over the side of the north gate. They looked at the lambs to be slaughtered with a smile and waited to see them swallowed up by the fire.

Mo Du glanced coldly at the floating sword monks piled up in mid-air with the corners of his eyes. The direction of the big stick in his hand quietly turned and aimed at this group of "audience" from afar. Mo Du was an immortal cultivationist. His understanding of Luo Han's real strength was much higher than that of Li Feng and Zuo Mu. He also knew that the universe could not completely stop the monks of the Jiedan period. However, it can still be done by borrowing the special ability of the array to give the monks of the Piaoling Sword School a "unexpected surprise".

The fire river quickly fell on Mo Du's head. In front of the vast and bright fire river, Mo Du's small is like a humble gravel.

The gravel disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it had been swallowed up by the river of fire.

Everyone who saw this scene in the gorge city almost instantly fell to the bottom. Although Mo Du's cultivation was not high, he was the pillar of their hearts. Unexpectedly, he was wiped out in front of him. What was waiting for the mortals in the gorge city could only be the hand of death that could not escape.

Zuo Mu's face was tense, and his mouth was short and hurried: "It's impossible, Brother Luo's arrangement can't be so fragile..."

Li Feng's eyebrows twisted into a word "Chuan", and his nails in his tight fist cut the skin of his palm.

The onlookers of the floating sword monks laughed. They were laughing at Mo Du's overpower. A monk in the practice period tried to block the attack of the monks in the Jiedan period. This kind of joke had never been heard in their previous cultivation careers.

In an atmosphere of questioning and ridicule, two people felt strange.

One was He Xin. He felt a disturbing restlessness from the thousands of bodies of the Fire River Sword. A strange force was brewing, and he even felt a trace of danger.

Another Xiaoyue, who felt strange, not only felt that she clearly saw Mo Du was intact in the river of fire. Countless small fire swords rotated and twisted in front of Mo Du. The direction of the fire sword was the same as the big stick in Mo Du's hand, and dozens of monks were watching.

A smile appeared on Xiaoyue's exquisite face. She knew that this universe transformation was a defensive method left by Luo Han to Bottlewind City. Luo Han's ordinary but extraordinary appearance immediately appeared in her mind. In just five years, he had actually reached such a point, even the monks in the face of the Dan period. Resistance.

Xiaoyue didn't realize that only she could see through the bright red fire river and see through the changes of the little sword in the fire river. Even He Xin was two seconds slower than her to feel the special changes in the fire river.

The monks of Wanjianfeng excessively pursue the number of flying swords, and their control of each flying sword is far inferior to that of the Dujianfeng monks. He Xin's fire river sword can incarnate tens of millions, so that he is not sensitive to the direction of the single flying sword in the fire river, which made him two seconds late to find that the universe's transformation array had a role, and these two seconds were buried. The lives of dozens of his disciples.

Mo's hair was burnt yellow, but there was an excited smile on his face. The universe left by Luo Han worked. Sure enough, it could block the attack of the monks of the Jiedan period, and... it could kill people!

Mo Du stabbed the big stick in his hand forward fiercely and said contemptuously: "Go to hell, ignorant alien beast!"

Attracted by the air machine of the big stick in Mo Du's hand, a rotating spiritual power was pulled out from the bodies of each array monk. The spiritual power in these low-level monks was almost completely drained, but the universe's spiritual array was finally launched. The fiery red sword in front of the big stick rotated at a high speed, faster than when it came. The speed flew out, turned into a red iron stream that threaked through the sky, and instantly crashed into the monks watching the battle.

From mid-air, it seems that the fire river gushed out from He Xin, turned a sharp turn at the position where Mo Du was, and flowed to the pile of foundation monks next to him.

The screams sounded continuously, and the monks who were happy just now were swallowed up by the fire river. Most of them were burned to ashes before they could resist. A few monks escaped from the river of fire in time, but they were basically full of fire and their limbs burned incompletely. Soon they hit the ground like meteors and fell. A broken bone.

The fire river dispersed, and Mo alone floated in the air with a big stick.

The soldiers and civilians who had not yet evacuated at the north gate of Pingfeng City immediately burst into thunderous cheers, and Li Feng and Zuo Mu's expressions also eased.

He Xin glanced coldly at the dead and injured disciples, and there was a trace of cruelty in his eyes. The death of these disciples had nothing to do with his own carelessness. If he was more cautious, he would not have been killed by a small magic circle.

He Xin waved his hand, recalled the scattered fire sword and put it in the shape of a huge disk in the air.

Mo Du and a group of monks knew that the hard battle was still ahead, and each of them stuffed an elixir into their mouth. Luo Han considered that once they used the universe to turn the spiritual array, they must encounter a great crisis. I'm afraid that their spiritual power stock is only enough to stimulate once, so he left some elixir to let them have There is a chance to use the universe transformation array once more.

In addition to the elixir, the magic weapon left by Luo Han is also very powerful. The big stick is a beast stick used by the spirit beast mountain and empty field. It is extremely hard and has good guidance. Kongye once used it to kill many monsters in seconds. After Kongye died in the south fairy hall, Luo Han put away this magic weapon. This time It can be used as the eye of the universe.

In addition, the rune flag of the universe to the spiritual array is also made of spiritual ink polished by the precious inkstone Dingling platform, and its power and strength are not comparable to ordinary rune flags.

It was precisely because Luo Han had made so much preparation that the universe turned the spiritual array unexpectedly reversed the direction of He Xin's fire river sword, but Luo Han did not expect that there would be Jiedan monks to deal with the bottle wind city. Qiankun's turn spiritual array would not last long under the attack of the Jiedan monks.

The fire sword disk above He Xin's head suddenly exploded, like a fiery red flower blooming in the sky. The petals of the flower became bigger and bigger, and soon unfolded hundreds of meters away, flowing down like a red waterfall, wrapped in all directions.

"This move is called a hundred rivers gathering. Let me see how you can stop it!" He Xin stood under the fiery red sky, like an evil god falling from the sky of hell, sneering at Mo Du.

Of course, Mo Du knew that this move was not easy to stop, but he refused to escape. He clenched his teeth and raised the beast stick to meet him.

Flame gathered and churned like a river around Modu, like a pot of boiling magma and countless rolling red clouds. The mortals standing on the ground looked at this thrilling scene, and fear and uneasiness clenched their hearts.

About five seconds later, Mo Du hit the animal stick hard, and the rolling red cloud suddenly burst open, pouring out into the mountains and forests outside the north of the city like a sluice that broke the embankment. In an instant, the mountain forest of more than ten miles into a sea of fire, but the mortals gathered in the north of the bottle wind city finally survived the blow.

"Mo Xianren is awesome, long live Mo Xianren!" The soldiers and civilians burst into deafening cheers.

Li Feng and Zuo Mu showed deep uneasiness. They felt that Mo Du might have done his best. The Jiedan monk who came was too powerful.

Li Feng and Zuo Mu just felt it, but Xiaoyue clearly saw that the beast stick in Mo Du's hand had been burned red by the fire. Mo Du's two palms were firmly glued to the stick and burned to the skin and flesh. Mo Du's face was pale, shaking and shaking in the air. Obviously, he couldn't do it. Finally, he staggered from mid-air. I fell down.

The cheers came to an abrupt end.

Immediately, several monks went up to protect the fallen Mo Du from falling to death.

He Xin smiled coldly, and the fire river sword returned to his hands. These monks had dried up. Let's see how they could resist their attack again.