Chapter 33 The Beginning of Lingbao

Qianfeng Mountain suddenly shook violently. The peaks were broken, the rocks kept falling, and the trees crossed. For a moment, the sand flew away, and countless lights flashed.

The blood cloud in the sky began to condense, and a simple seal character appeared, invisibly revealing a boundless murderous atmosphere, and the eight people with the highest cultivation felt the most obvious.

The bald man had an incredible face and muttered to himself, "What is this? It will even make me feel a little palpitation. I haven't felt this way for many years. What will it be?

The rest of the people are similar. They are more curious about this matter and want to find out. Unfortunately, the spiritual realm has its own world, which makes these powers helpless. Only when the spiritual realm opens can they know one or two.

"Brother Qingyun, I don't know what this is. Why is it so powerful? It's horrible."

Qing Yunzi pondered, as if he did not feel the inquiry of others. The person who asked was not angry, but just waited quietly, as if he had said something irrelevant.

For a long time, Qing Yunzi opened his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and suddenly looked at the words of blood in the sky.

Qingyunzi's strangeness did not escape the eyes of the other seven people, and they asked one after another. If he wanted to know what was going on, Qing Yunzi, who had always been calm, would also change his expression.

Then, Qing Yunzi closed his eyes, bowed his head and sighed, and said, "The number is doomed..."

"The number of disasters? Qingyun said, you should make it clear. The man with the sword asked.

"Well, this word is ancient astronomy. In today's words, it is a killing word."

The old man in black robe was shocked in an instant, and his expression was quite frightened. His arms trembled slightly, and his speech was also astringent: "Qingyun••••Is it the birth of the holy weapon?

When the men in the imperial suit saw the mysterious secrets one by one, he frowned and said in a bad tone, "Can you stop hesitantly and make it clear? What's going on?"

It may be that the situation is serious, or it may be that he feels that the emperor's man is not good. Only then did Qing Yunzi say everything he knew, and there was a rare peace in the scene for a while.

Thousands of Blood Spiritual Realm, Extinction Swamp, Poisonous Cliff

After Wu Yuan escaped, no one could get close to the brown gourd. They were waiting for the opportunity once and for all.

The people who were still cooperating with the enemy just now scattered in an instant, surrounded the fighting iron-backed golden dragonfly and the three-eyed leopard in the middle. The brown gourd was not far away, but no one dared to grab it first. They saw the end of the few people just now.

The iron-backed golden dragonfly and the three-eyed leopard can grow up to today, and they are by no means ordinary people. The former is an ancient alien species, and the latter has royal blood.

They knew that if they continued to fight like this, when they were exhausted, it would be the day of their death. They looked at each other, and the light flashed in their eyes, roared, and led the attack to the periphery.

Several immortals were shocked and retreated one after another. The magic in their hands was constantly cast in front of them, in order to block for a moment and buy time to avoid.

Although the poisonous light and the dead light consume a lot of each other, after all, it is the full blow of the iron-backed golden dragonfly and the three-eyed leopard, which is not something that ordinary immortals can resist.

The protection under the cloth is like paper paste. After a few crisp cracks, a scream came to Xia Houtian's ears.

The person who was hit by the poisonous light of the golden dragonfly, his whole body was constantly ulcerated, and the flesh and blood and bones slowly separated, and it became a skeleton in a blink of an eye. What's more terrible is that these immortals are still not dead, constantly struggling and roaring on the ground, but unfortunately they can no longer make a sound.

The person who was illuminated by the dead light, but his face was as usual, as if nothing happened. When these people were relieved, their faces turned black in an instant, maintaining the state of the previous second, like a zombie, fell to the ground, and there was no more sound.

Such a horrible death shocked the remaining immortals, and even some of their legs couldn't help trembling, and even the magic weapon of control was dimmed.

But Xia Houtian's heart is calm. In his opinion, the iron-backed golden dragonfly and the three-eyed panther are less than the end of the strong crossbow, and their combat strength is less than half. As long as he and Bingying join hands to deal with it carefully and do it with all their strength, it is not difficult to defeat it.

However, even so, none of the immortals are fuel-efficient lamps. Once they are carelessly injured by demons, I'm afraid the consequence will be more and less auspicious. Even if they are lucky enough to escape, I'm afraid it's not worth the loss. It's too late to regret.

Xia Houtian followed the thoughts in his heart, signaled Bingying with his eyes, watched the change, waited for the opportunity, and could not act recklessly.

The iron-backed golden dragonfly and the three-eyed sky leopard gathered together, and there were few of their subordinates left. It can be said that they have suffered heavy losses. Although they all want each other to die, the threat of immortals makes them temporarily have to work together to deal with it together.

In this way, the cliff is divided into two forces to confront each other. One is the alliance between monsters and poisons, and the other is the cooperation of immortals. However, both sides are forced by the situation and are reluctantly united. Once the situation changes, the alliance will not break itself.

But they never thought that it was the people who broke the peace that they didn't dare to think about before.

The disciples of all schools in the spiritual realm have received orders from the head of the teacher one after another to grab the treasures at all costs.

You should know that the thousand-blooded spiritual realm has its own world and cannot be seen by the outside world, but all major sects actually have the ability to transmit the order. It can be seen that the price paid must be not small, which also shows that they attach great importance to this treasure.

The promise made by the master made everyone crazy. If they thought they had strength, they rushed to the poisonous cliff one after another, and those who felt that their strength was slightly weak also went to observe secretly and wanted to try their luck.

Of course, Xia Houtian and Bing Ying also received it. The difference was that Xia Houtian received cover for the official disciple to rob, while Bing Ying was strictly ordered by her father to leave the place where the incident happened. The three men in yellow robes were also ordered to do anything to protect the safety of the young master.

The chaos here has been born. The three of them no longer hesitated. They ran to Bingying, half knelt down and said, "Please leave, young master."

Although Xia Houtian had some speculation in advance, the words of the three people still surprised him. He turned his head and looked at Bingying, and his eyes were full of questioning.

Bing Ying was quite embarrassed at this time. She wanted to tell Xia Houtian the truth, but she was afraid that Xia Houtian would not pay attention to her after knowing it. She stopped in place for a while and bowed her head and said nothing.

"Please leave the young master, otherwise my three brothers will forcibly take the young master away from here according to the instructions of the patriarch."

Bingying hesitated for a moment and said to Xia Houtian, "Brother Tian, I'm leaving. I'll wait for you in Wanli Ice Palace. Remember to come to me."

After saying that, tears came out of her eyes and wet her cheeks. Bingying took off the jade pendant at her waist and put it in Xia Houtian's hand. She turned around and ran back with tears, which showed how sad Bingying was.

When the three people who were half kneeling saw this, they were secretly relieved, wiped the cold sweat on their foreheads, and got up and chased after the young master.

Until Bingying's figure slowly disappeared, Xiahoutian recovered and looked at the jade pendant in his hand. The jade pendant was carved with an unknown alien beast, and the word "Ying" was engraved in the middle of the alien beast.

Xia Houtian put the jade pendant in his heart and muttered, "Yinger, if I, Xiahou Tian, don't die, I will definitely come to you."

Bingying's departure eliminated Xia Houtian's only concern and decided to let go. Not to mention Fengxing's plotting against himself, Bingying's origin alone is not what Xia Houtian can match now. Only "competition" can have a glimmer of hope.

At this time, five disciples of the Five elements gathered together, and three of them covered. The two ran to the gourd, and the rest of the people no longer hesitated. For a moment, the magic weapon spell flew everywhere. Even if Xia Houtian was on the edge, there was still no attack.

There was chaos in the field. A purple sword light passed by. An immortal man was bombarded out with an "ah" sound. Without waiting for his reaction, the ice blade, fireball, giant wood and other attacks came in an instant. Without waiting for his companions to rescue, he was beaten into meat sauce and could not die.

The screams, exclamation, the sound of the magic weapon breaking through the air, the sound of the spell, the roar, the magic weapon rushed around for a moment, the charm was full of air, and the flesh and blood flew across, and the tragic image made Xia Houtian very shocked. Fortunately, he was not a young man who was not a newcomer, and he was also a little immune to this scene. He took a deep breath, and the tortoise shell shield was protected in front of him, hidden in On the side, he quietly observed the form in the field.

The place where the gourd is located, within ten meters, is like a gunpowder barrel. No matter who enters, all the attacks will come in an instant.

In the northeast corner, Xia Houtian could faintly identify a black figure hiding in it. He secretly said in his heart that not everyone was like this. He was still calm and waiting for the opportunity to move like him.

People who keep rushing to join, and people keep dying. Within a hundred miles, it is like a huge meat grinder, devouring the lives of one immortal cultivater after another.

Maybe one day I will die. Xia Houtian couldn't help sighing, but he only kept a little and was left behind by him.

Suddenly, a detail attracted the attention of Xia Houtian. The blood of the dead immortals kept flowing to the gourd, and the gourd gradually flashed with a strange red light.

The red light is so beautiful and gorgeous. Xia Houtian stared at it for a long time, as if he was attracted by something. He couldn't recover for a long time. He couldn't even maintain the hidden Dharma. He showed his figure and walked to the gourd crazily.

"Brother Xiahou, what are you doing? Come back quickly. It's dangerous." In a hurry, Zhang Ming shouted loudly and quickly ran to Xia Houtian, pulled him back and protected him.

"Brother Xiahou, wake up, wake up."

Just as Zhang Ming called, the people fighting in the field seemed to have beaten chicken blood, and their eyes were red, as if there was a voice controlling them, killing them until the end of their lives.

Because Xia Houtian was pulled away from the regiment, Zhang Ming accidentally dodged the disaster. When he looked at the situation in the field again, he was stunned by the scene.

A red hurricane blew where the gourd was located, sweeping most people, and a strong bright red air poured in, as if they didn't know the pain, like a zombie possession, with only killing and madness in their eyes.

"Kill, kill, kill." It seemed that there was a voice in Zhang Ming's heart. The instinctive Zhang Ming wanted to join in, but the last trace of reason told him that he could not do this.

Suddenly, a colorful glare flashed, and the blood in his eyes slowly faded. Zhang Ming turned his head and found that Xia Houtian had woken up. He was looking at him with a smile and couldn't help saying, "You woke up. You saved me, Xiahou's younger brother?"

"Brother, you're welcome. If it hadn't been for my brother's protection, I'm afraid I would have been beaten into meat mud. I should thank you."

"No, no, no, my brother is good at it. I'm ashamed."

It turned out that at a critical juncture, Qipin Liantai automatically protected the owner and slowly expelled the evil spirit, so that Xia Houtian could wake up. If it hadn't been for Zhang Ming, the consequences would have been really unimaginable. Xia Houtian thought of it and felt that his back was cold.

The sound of "Dong Dong Dong" sounded. Xia Houtian and Zhang Ming turned their heads and looked, and suddenly looked horrified, as if they had seen something terrible.