Chapter 25 Magic Array

"Let's go!"

Bailixi looked indifferent and seemed to be confident. He took the lead in rushing out of the cave. At this time, most of the elders were ambushed outside, but the Taoist people were very calm and did not seem to pay attention to the danger ahead.

Ten streamers disappeared at the entrance in an instant, and then the ten masters of the instrument also did not stay and left quickly. Bai Lang looked at Xiao Baiyu, thought to be careful for a while, and said lightly, "Brothers, we should also go!"

In fact, if the disciples of the three sects unite to resist the elders, they can completely ensure that the spiritual fruit in their hands will not be robbed, but once that, the Sword Sect and the Qizong have occupied a disadvantage, and it is difficult to win back the situation, so everyone has their own minds and finally take their own actions. In that case, the two backward sects will be more There is a chance to turn the table.

Because this time, Jianzong was led by Xiao Baiyu and Bai Lang, seven pieces of Yan Lingguo, Bai Lang and Xiao Baiyu held three pieces each, and the remaining one was handed over to a third-ranked disciple, which is also to prevent being caught, because no one can say how many elders will be intercepted after going out. However, Bai Lang's heart is slightly sinking. Now, due to the situation, he has to divide three Yan Lingguo into Xiao Baiyu's hand. Once he handed these spiritual fruits to Qizong and even deliberately let those elders take them away, it is a huge blow to his side.

"It's really troublesome!" Bai Lang shook his head and sighed in his heart. A disciple walked through the deep black hole when he came and did not say anything. He was extremely quiet, only the soft roar of the magic weapon breaking the sky.

Xiao Baiyu looked at Bai Lang in front of him, with a cold and indescribable complex look. Although he was arrogant, he was not a narrow-minded person. Although he was defeated by the teenager a few years younger than himself, which made him slightly jealous, he was far from being regarded as the enemy of life and death, even inside. Deep in his heart, he still admires this thin teenager.

However, now he has to be his enemy. As the nephew of Elder Xiao Ming, he still knows some of the past. There are too many grudges between Xiao Ming and Li Changfeng and Qin Bei, the suzerain, and there is no possibility of resolving them at all. As a personal disciple of Li Changfeng, Bai Lang is doomed that it is impossible for them to become friends.

Inadvertently, their eyes met in the darkness, as if they had aroused a faint firelight, and turned to him at the same time. Xiao Baiyu's eyes gradually became cold. Bai Lang listened to the sound of rumbling water in the distance, and his expression on his face gradually became solemn.

Finally came out, a bright light as eyes, the sky was clear, the cool wind was like a breeze, and thousands of feet of waterfalls fell down, and the water mist pounced on the face, with a thin coolness, which cheered people.

In the distance, the mountains overlap, the clouds and smoke are shrouded, and the deep and thick as ink. It seems to be a little mysterious, which makes people feel a little heavy out of thin air.

After settling down, the group did not dare to be careless. They followed each other closely and flew out. This time, they still planned to return the same way. After all, there are many crises in the primitive forest. Although all kinds of monsters are not very powerful, they are also annoying. If you take the same way, you can save a lot of time. In addition, No matter which road they take this time, difficulties must be inevitable, so they have no intention of avoiding those elders at all.

Maybe now there are elders staring at themselves secretly.

The brilliant peach blossom forest appeared in front of everyone, with flowers, bees and butterflies shuttled, and the branches were fruitful and fragrant. There was a quiet scene everywhere. Everyone was stunned. Thinking of the previous thing of stealing peaches, they subconsciously avoided it and did not want to cause trouble again.

However, when everyone crossed a valley on the right and walked around a few mountain beams, they were stunned to find that they had returned to the peach blossom forest.

"It's weird!" Bai Lang looked around for a moment, and his eyebrows gradually condensed.

Xiao Baiyu climbed onto a boulder and looked into the distance, then jumped down and sneered, "We have entered the illusion array. Most of them are the three thousand-year-old mahogany spirits!"

Everyone was shocked. When they came, they almost suffered a small loss. They still had lingering palpitations about the three mahogany essence, and Bai Lang's expression on his face became very wonderful. Before he left, he set off a big fire. Isn't it the peach tree spirit?

"This is troublesome. No one among us has studied the array, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to break through the array!" Song Weifeng is also a little anxious.

Everyone was silent, and two disciples were angry and shouted, "How can we let a few wild monsters be trapped here? It's better to kill the three mahogany spirits here together. I'd like to see how capable it is!"

Bai Lang was slightly touched by this, his eyes lit up, and his eyes became resolute, and he laughed, "It's just a magic array. Everyone work together to break through the array. I don't believe that I can't rush out!"

Everyone said so, and the group suddenly became excited. They were all the most elite disciples of Luoxia. There was arrogance in their hearts. Even Daoshan wanted to flatten them and said one after another, "My disciples of the Sword Sect have always been superior in combat power, and today I will let them see it!"

Bai Lang shouted, "Well, let's follow closely, fight together, and burn this Peach Blossom Valley first!" In fact, he mostly said this to the three mahogany spirits, but he just wanted to provoke the three-headed monsters so that they could appear.

Sure enough, without waiting for everyone's sword light to fall, thousands of peach branches swayed, like a group of snakes dancing, and an extremely strange sneer came: "Several little kids who don't know the depth of the sky dare to burn my peach forest, hey!" Everyone was shocked and didn't find where the voice came from. A disciple was angry and rushed out with his sword and sneered, "Today I will show you the Taoist master's ability!"

I saw the sword light flashing and the figure like electricity. The disciple's strength ranked fifth in the sword sect. Naturally, he was not a mediocre hand. He waved the brilliant sword light, like a purple electric crack, and smashed a knotted peach tree first. He stood with a sword and laughed, "That's all!"

However, suddenly this peach tree forest moved, crisscrossed and extremely fast. In an instant, he surrounded the crowd. Bai Lang looked abruptly and knew that this was the alternation of formations and evolved again. He immediately shouted at the disciples who had just rushed into the depths: "Don't go deep, retreat quickly!"

I was confused and confused. Soon, the disciple disappeared from everyone inexplicably. Bai Lang's expression changed, and his secret expression was not good, but he actually said. Although the disciple's life will not be in danger, a person trapped here alone will probably be stopped and robbed by an elder, but fortunately, the disciple has no effect.

Bai Lang looked awe-inspily. Huo Ran sacrificed a fairy sword and stood side by side with Xiao Baiyu. Xiao Baiyu was also extremely depressed at this time. If he was really trapped here, he would have no chance to contact the disciples of the weapon sect. In the end, most of the Yan Lingguo could not be sent out, so at this moment, he could only be with Bai Lang. Together, we rushed out of here first.

"Swipe!" The two didn't have many words, but just waved the long sword in their hands. Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed. The swords were magnificent, and the sword spirit stirred up one by one. The thick and lush mahogany was suddenly cut by the sword spirit and flew in a mess.

However, after a few steps, everyone rushed forward and suddenly heard a strange cry from a disciple at the end: "Why is there one less person missing!" Bai Lang was shocked and looked back. He saw a disciple shouting suspiciously, "Why did Zhou Rui disappear behind me?"

Bai Lang quickly swept the crowd and saw that there were only eight people left, and his face changed again. At this time, everyone looked at each other and felt strange. Xiao Baiyu suddenly shouted, "Come closer, don't get lost!" He knew that this was the mahogany spirit, but if everyone was scattered by him like this, it would be troublesome.

Suddenly, in the air, the light flashed a few times, and a house-sized white light fell down. Everyone was shocked and retreated one after another. The white light condensed and fell down quickly. A disciple had no time to avoid it and was immediately enveloped in it.

Bai Lang secretly shouted badly, and a sword light swung over like a wave of water, but the white light was bright, extremely abrupt, and disappeared from the original place.

Everyone looked at it and looked strange. At this time, the voice sounded again: "Hey, it's a pity that I can't go out of the valley, otherwise I must clean up your little things!"

Several disciples were full of anger and had nowhere to vent. They suddenly shouted and scolded. The thousand-year-old mahogany spirit unexpectedly stopped talking unexpectedly, but snorted coldly. The next moment, several white lights suddenly came out and slowly moved from different directions.

Everyone's faces were very bitter, brushing and scattered around, and their swords flew up to avoid the light group. In their hearts, they secretly scolded the sect for setting such a perverted test, while avoiding it in confusion.

A disciple stepped into an inch, as dexterous as a swallow. He narrowly passed through the two fogs, but he had not had time to be happy. Suddenly, his feet were as bright as water, and a aperture emerged, and then he was wrapped in a brilliant light curtain and strangely disappeared in place.

A tall disciple condensed three long swords in front of him. Qingxia flowed and was powerful. He directly killed the mahogany and rushed forward. When he was happy, he hit the quietly born light curtain, and then seemed to have crossed a door of void in mid-air and disappeared.

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In less than half an hour, the ten disciples were divided into pieces, and there were few left. The white figure kept sweeping like ghosts, which could avoid layers of obstruction. He was also depressed and annoyed, and couldn't wait to dig out the mahogany essence and cut them into pieces of wood.

"brushed" Bai Lang's body and ran to the oblique side. A white light passed by, but before he could breathe, two white lights approached from the front and back. Bai Lang shouted low, and his speed soared, and swept out between the two light clusters.

A flower in front of his eyes, Bai Lang's heart sank and said a sad voice. Unexpectedly, a mass of light quietly appeared behind him, like a ghost devouring everything, which drowned him in it.

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In the deep and lush forest, a white monk was depressed and was shuttling quickly, looking around carefully, as if he was on alert and looking for something.

"Are you looking for us?" Suddenly, an old but faint smile voice suddenly appeared, shaking the monk who was running fast and almost hit the ancient wood surrounded by several people. He reacted very quickly. He patted his right hand on his waist and grabbed a white jade whip with a moist light on it, which looked extraordinary. The monk's face became nervous, but he remained calm, looking around for a week, and his eyes stopped on a bush in front of him.

"I have a little vision!" Another slightly praise sounded, which made the white monk's eyes shrink, and his hand holding the jade whip tightened a little more.

The air twisted, and the bush in front of it shook strangely for a moment and gradually condensed into a human form. An old man in a red robe appeared in front of him. Almost at the same time, a thin palm gently patted the white monk on the shoulder: "I'm very optimistic about you!"

The monk's body was shocked as if he had been struck by lightning, and his subconscious body was full of true vitality, and his divine light rose. He wanted to shake the palm away, but his thin bamboo palm gently rested on his shoulder, like a rock, motionless.

The monk in white immediately looked down, slowly looked up, and squeezed out a smile that was much worse than crying at the old man in red robe in front of him: "Disciple Wu Baiyi, Daozong, have seen you!"

In the tragic week, I felt aggrieved, arranged an embarrassing position, and didn't even have a first push. This push is really speechless and makes people want to cry without tears! I'm in a bad mood. I really can't write any more. Let's just write one chapter today, but there are a lot of words!