Ye Ming slowly raised his head, looking at Long Zhuqing in the air, his black pupils were slightly narrowed, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.

　　 He can feel that Long Zhuqing is now stronger than when he played last time.

　　 Since the two of them belong to different sects, but they are both the strongest among the younger generation of disciples in their respective sects, the fight between the two of them is unavoidable.

　　 Whether it is because of the sects behind each or for themselves, both of them hope to beat each other and occupy the top position of the proud list that day.

　　 Only after a few fights, the position of the top of the list has been rotated between the two of them, and neither of them can completely overwhelm the other.

　　 And when the two of them faced each other last time, Long Zhuqing was lucky enough to win one and a half strokes, occupying the top position of the proud list that day.

Ye Ming has always been worried about that match. Now that Long Zhuqing's strength is stronger than before, he can't help but feel resentment. A faint flash of resentment flashes through his black pupils. Ruthless color.

　　 "What skills do I have in the Promise Sect, let you know it when you see it."

　　 Ye Ming sneered again, his voice still extremely hoarse.

　　 "Let's do it!"

　　 When his voice fell, several Promise Sect monks around him immediately took out **** mottled scrolls from their storage bags.

　　 They directly smashed the scroll in their hands, and immediately burst out from the scroll with a burst of **** evil air, which directly blocked the entire sky near Taniguchi.

　　Countless **** auras sprayed out from these scrolls, intertwined in the sky, and in a blink of an eye, these **** rays formed a weird picture scroll in the sky-shaking evil spirit.

　　 This weird picture scroll is like a light curtain, covering the sky and the sun, directly sealing Long Zhuqing and other Qingyunmen monks in the valley.

　　 A horrible breath emanated from this weird picture scroll, making Shen Ruiling and others who were fighting with the corpses on the ground feel palpitations.

　　 Among the crowd, Shen Ruiling looked up at the slowly rotating picture scroll above his head, and a hint of worry flashed through his deep eyes.

　　What is this weird picture scroll?

　　 Is the formation method or some incredible magic weapon?

　　 In that mid-air, Long Zhuqing and his colleagues looked at the strange blood-colored scroll above their heads, and their faces couldn't help but look hard.

　　 "Junior Brother Shen, what can you see?"

　　 Long Zhuqing turned his head to look at Shen Jinghua, and asked with some expectation.

　　 Shen Jinghua's formation level is undoubtedly the highest among them all, and Long Zhuqing obviously thinks this picture scroll is a strange formation.

　　 Facing Long Zhuqing's question, Shen Jinghua's solemn face could not help showing a touch of bitterness, and he shook his head helplessly and said:

　　 "There is indeed an aura of formation in this picture scroll, but it is not a single formation, it seems more like a magic weapon."

　　 Hearing this, the jealousy in Long Zhuqing's eyes became more intense.

　　 "This is the gift for you, how does Long Zhuqing feel?"

　　 Ye Ming's white hair danced with the wind, looking at Long Zhuqing with a smile but not a smile, and then asked indifferently.

　　Long Zhuqing looked up at him, and then said to the five people behind him:

　　 "Shoot together!"

When 　　's words fell, the aura all over his body immediately burned like a raging fire, and then turned into a bright flame, rushing toward the **** picture above his head.

　　 Behind him, Shen Jinghua's five people also immediately burst into a wave of strong spiritual power, which turned into five auras to follow.

　　 Seeing these people actually rush to the blood map, Ye Ming's expression moved slightly, and a very sneer smile appeared on his face.

　　 "A group of things that do not live or die, let you people taste the power of [Slaughter of Immortals] today!"

　　 "Let's do it!"

　　 He waved his arm and said lightly.

　　 Under his instruction, the cultivators of the Promise Sect next to him immediately punched a few weird seals on the scarlet scroll.

　　 I saw that the scarlet picture scroll that covered half of the sky began to rotate quickly, and then in the **** evil spirit, there were bursts of sorrowful ghost crying and wolf howling.

　　 In a blink of an eye, skulls condensed from blood evil spirits appeared, and countless **** **** of light spurted from the mouths of these skulls.

　　 Among these blood-colored light balls, there is a strong dead energy and corpse energy compressed, and each one exudes an extremely dangerous aura.

　　 The next moment, these blood-colored **** of light fell from the sky like a pouring rain, blasting towards the people of Longzhuqing and Shen Ruiling on the ground.

　　 These powerful bombardments, even Long Zhuqing and their core disciples did not dare to resist, let alone the monks on the ground.

　　 At this time, Shen Ruiling and the others also noticed the danger of these light **** from above their heads, and their faces showed horror.

　　 At this moment, the long bamboo green in the firelight, his palms closed together, and then slowly pushed away, only to see a golden bell exuding strong spiritual power fluctuations appearing in his palm.

　　咻!

　　 Jin Zhong burst out, and his body size increased sharply in the air.

　　 rumbling!

　　 Those blood-colored light **** that fell from the sky bombarded the golden bell, and the surface of the golden bell suddenly burst out with bright golden light, blocking these destructive light balls.

　　 Seeing the admiralty that suddenly appeared, he actually blocked all the attacks of [Slaughter of Immortals], Ye Ming's brows wrinkled slightly.

　　 With his eyesight, it is natural to see that the rank of this golden bell has surpassed the third-order category and is infinitely close to the magic weapon level.

　　 He had seen Long Zhuqing offering a fourth-order stone stele before, but he didn't expect to offer several quasi-magical-level golden bells now.

　　 It seems that what Qingyunmen is plotting this time is really not simple!

　　 "Brother, what should I do now?"

　　 A cultivator of the Promise Sect who inspired [Slaying Immortals] asked Ye Ming.

"Continue to urge [Slaying Immortals], I want to see how much spiritual power they can withstand the consumption of a quasi magic weapon~lightnovelpub.net~ Ye Ming looked at the long bamboo green with all his strength to maintain the golden bell. Several people sneered involuntarily.

He had no intention of using this [Slaying Immortal Picture] to solve the Long Zhuqing people. The purpose of the [Slaying Immortal Picture] he sacrificed was not to kill the opponent in one fell swoop, but to trap the other party. .

　　 As long as the people like Long Zhuqing are trapped, and they are not allowed to escape from the valley, when the group of elephant beasts caught up in a crazy state will catch them, they can be forced to death.

　　 At this time, Long Zhuqing and his team fully urged the golden bell, blocking the attack of the skull and crossbones, and slowly approached the running blood map, trying to penetrate the blood map.

　　 On the ground, Shen Ruiling and others are fighting life and death with those weird corpses.

　　 Following the blood map in the sky, countless blood blasts flowed out.

　　 And when these blood evil spirits enter those refined corpses, the latter's strength will get a huge increase.

　　 The wounds left by the monks on these refining corpses will also slowly recover under the nourishment of the blood evil air.

　　 For a while, within the area covered by this scarlet picture scroll, Shen Ruiling and other Qingyunmen monks were caught in fierce and **** battles, and monks continued to fall and fall.

　　 However, it didn’t take long before something worse happened, and the ground under their feet began to tremble violently...

　　

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