274, break the fantasy
Anyway, Han Jing also took the initiative to ask everyone to go first. She and Yang Feng were responsible for covering, so they fought against her. No one allowed people to splash her sewage. Even if the person said it might be the truth, no one could tolerate it.
Han Jing didn't care what those people said, but stared doubtfully at the four people who were always about ten meters in front of her and said, "This four people have always been very close to us. Have we been spinning in place?"
"Turn around in place?" Yang Feng changed his color. Then he shook his head and said, "Even if we rotate in place, we will keep rushing forward. Don't worry about this four for the time being.
There is no better advice. Han Jing no longer speaks with her thoughts and communicates with Binger and Po'er. Last time, in order to help her recover, the two sword spirits could only wake up and have a deep sleep. Now it's the soul who is sober, and the dragging boy is staring at Xue Shura unkindly.
Two chickens can't be locked in a cage. The soul has a bad temper, and the blood Shura is not a good stubble as the name implies. He got into a fight without even a word of conversation and confronted each other like black eyes.
Originally, the strength of Xue Shura was strong, and the soul was not weak. In addition, the sword spirit in the space of the sword occupied the dominance, so it was easy for the soul to kill the blood Shura, but although the little guy was so angry that he did not make a substantial attack, he just stared at him fiercely, which was very face-fed.
"Good boy, I'm in trouble now. I want to ask Grandpa Blood some questions. Can you help me ask?" Han Jing's voice reached the space in the sword, and the soul could hear it, and the blood Shura could also hear it.
Pier asked unplealy, "You can just ask directly!"
"My sister will be distracted. Now the situation outside is so complicated that it is very dangerous for me to distract myself from talking to my blood grandpa. Good boy, just help my sister!" Han Jing begged in a beg. She is not completely a fool, because the sword spirit can feel the heart of the sword master. Of course, the premise is that the sword owner has not cut off the transmission of ideas to the sword spirit.
He didn't refuse any more, and Po'er said rudely, "Old man, my sister said that it looks like a fantasy outside, which has reached the point of being fake and real. What do you think?"
He had to bow his head under the low eaves, but Xue Shura did not. He raised his nostrils and looked at the sky: "Well, people's ears are not good when they are old, and they are prone to hearing hard. I seemed to hear what the little guy said just now?
The soul was so angry that his eyes were straight, and he stamped his feet heavily. He was about to be furious and felt that the thoughts conveyed by Han Jing made him feel better for Xue Shura. Even if he was unwilling, he quickly suppressed his anger and his long hair fell down without wind.
"Sister calls you Blood Grandpa, and I'll call you Blood Old. Now my sister's situation is very dangerous. You can help her, or everyone can't get out. Speak as peacefully as possible.
Xue Shura no longer teased the soul. After asking about the situation outside in detail, he said, "Let her find a way to smash the four-like illusion, that is, the eye, and the destruction of the illusion array will disappear."
In the process of talking, Yang Feng didn't launch a new round of attacks outside, and the result was still the same as before. Thunder!" His tongue burst into spring thunder, and the tip of the gun burst into dazzling thunder and lightning. Unlike the surrounding space, it was suddenly dimmed by the light of purple thunder and lightning.
Just when Yang Feng thought he could end the battle, the fiery red magma wave soared around it and instantly counter-pressured the light of lightning. It quickly raised its hoofs and slapped the magma wave and killed two disciples and a son of the Yang family. Yang Feng was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
"It's my change. You can see it before you do it." Han Jing said. The coldness of her ice sword suppresses the heat of the magma. As long as the sword spirit of the ice soul sword is not as solid, the extreme cold encounters the impact of the sword itself, it is difficult not to explode.
The heat wave rolled on the magma lake, and Han Jing did not aim at the four unlike attacks, but casually waved the ice soul sword to pull out a sword spirit. The speed of her swinging her sword was not fast, and the ice-blue sword light curtains rose one after another, like a smooth and curved mirror, which clearly magnified the changes of the heat wave on the lake.
Suddenly remembered that Han Jing said, "A drop of water, the reflected scenery is different from different angles!" Yang Feng carefully observed the scenery reflected on the ice-blue sword spirit curtain.
Yang Feng's face suddenly moved, raised his hand and stabbed it out quickly, like a purple snake-shaped lightning vertically towards the ice-blue sword curtain. At the same time, he said quickly, "Don't stop, slowly change the angle!" This four doesn't look like a burst of eyes, but it keeps moving.
When the purple snake-shaped lightning collided with the ice-blue sword gas curtain, a burst of purple and ice blue two-color light mass exploded, and the four-like phantoms were blown up.
As Han Jing quickly pulled out ice-blue sword lights with different angles, Yang Feng also launched a corresponding vertical lightning attack, and the gun shadows were scattered, like tens of millions of long purple snakes rushing into the ice-blue sword light, and two-color light clusters burst and quickly flashed away in the fiery red magma heat wave.
The two have always had a tacit understanding when they cooperated. As their speed became faster and faster, the interval between the explosion of the light mass became shorter and shorter. Finally, their bodies broke into a bright pillar of light rising to the sky.
The beam of light seems to be running straight up nine days along some mysterious trajectory, and the space is also rapidly distorted for it.
Han Jing did not see all the changes clearly, but felt that the strong light in front of her flashed, and the scenery in front of her began to distort. She tried to open her eyes and found that there was a six-pointed star-shaped stone platform in the twisted space. The beam of light seemed to shoot out from the six-pointed star-shaped platform, and the stone surface around the beam was engraved with the words "reversing the universe and shrinking the world into square inch".
Through Xiaopo'er telling the ten words to Xue Shura, the old man was excited as soon as he heard it: "This is the ancient long-distance transmission array, which is what we call interstellar transmission array! This desolate planet doesn't seem simple!"
"The ancient interstellar transmission array? Has it become a cabbage now? My third brother met one in Devil's Water. I don't know which corner it was put in. Now I also met one. Damn it, is this completely ** me! Rejection**, firm refusal, this is all false!" Han Jing shouted in shock.
The first time I saw this kind of long-distance transmission of ancient array not only stopped the cold, but most people were shocked. Yang Feng said with great interest, "It's really a fantasy array plus long-distance transmission array!"
"You don't want to go out in the transmission array, do you?" Han Jing said in surprise.
"If I say I want to go, will you come with me?" Yang Feng looked hotly at Han Jing and hoped to get an affirmative answer, but he only got the back of his head.
"Run, everyone, go out while there are no monsters now!" Han Jing shouted.
The space of the six-pointed stone platform is no longer distorted, and it is quietly suspended in the middle of the magma lake. The people on the shore looked at it in a daze until they woke up like a dream and ran wildly.
With a chirling sound, Huofeng shot out like two people's arrows, and quickly surpassed everyone and rushed to the front.
The afterglow of the sunset is full of colorful glows. It appeared so abruptly in front of everyone, as real as a fantasy.
Someone exclaimed, "Is this true or false?"
In mid-air, Yang Feng and Han Jing stood close to the back of the fire phoenix and looked at the colorful clouds in the sky. The outline was painted with charming colors by the glow and also integrated into the beautiful scenery.