Chapter 1617 Secret Realm Core 8
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Guo Yan Yun Yan Feng Ling
Chapter 1617 Secret Realm Core 8
"I see."
Yin Ren stabilized his mind, and the sound of the piano became more and more fluent. The sound of the piano spread to the surroundings without interruption, and the two people inside the defensive cover played "Burning Soul" simultaneously.
And the people around were also caught in a bitter battle. Jiu Lao's golden needles tied the red and black mist that was attacking him into a hedgehog. After the mist dissipated, it gathered again, but it was smaller than before. Son, he attacked Jiulao again. Jiulao's eyes were solemn, and when he raised his hand, another wave of golden needles rained, and he was exhausted with the opponent.
As a body repairer, Fist Power was also very cautious this time, he opened the defensive jade tablet around his waist, covered his fists with immortal energy, and knocked away the fog that attacked him time and time again.
Jinghui raised her hand and threw out the one hundred and eight Buddhist beads wrapped around her wrist. In the next breath, the Buddhist beads shot into the fog with golden light, causing the fog to shrink greatly in an instant.
Jing Hui's face remained the same, but his heart was bleeding. After all, besides the power of the Buddha, there is also the golden light of his own merits and virtues attached to the beads. Otherwise, there would not be such a strong attack effect, but now it is a battle of life and death, there is nothing to worry about .
Moran used spells with both hands frequently, attacking while dodging, his steps were like shadows, and the attacks landed accurately on the fog, consuming the evil spirit in it.
There are those who are calm, and there are immortals who are stretched. Occasionally, the immortals who are caught by the mist and break through their defenses will instantly turn red, and black anger flashes across their faces, and then turn their heads to attack. Companion, the entire battle situation became more and more chaotic for a while. In less than a quarter of an hour, some immortals were seriously injured and fell to the ground.
The black mist, like a cat smelling a fishy smell, rushed over and wrapped the seriously injured fairy airtightly. After the mist dispersed, only a man in a robe was left on the ground. Dry bones.
Seeing this, Yuanyuan's face turned pale, and she raised her hand to throw a low-grade fairy artifact. The moment the fairy artifact collided with the mist, she immediately opened her mouth with the word "explosion", letting the fairy artifact self-destruct and explode. A cloud of fog.
When the mist gathered together again, the little girl gritted her teeth and took out another fairy weapon, and continued to throw and explode, never letting the evil mist get close.
The surrounding battles did not affect the playing of the two at all, and although Xinghai on the opposite side left the stalactite wall in which he was inlaid, he could not move forward.
Xinghai looked at the two people not far in front of him with a ferocious face, and raised his hand to attack the defense cover set up by the other party with clouds of mist. He didn't believe that he couldn't break through the other party's defense.
Jian Jian also paid attention to the other party, seeing that the other party was just standing there attacking the defensive cover instead of coming forward, she knew that the nine chains restricted Xing Hai's movements, and she was slightly relieved.
If the other party rushes over regardless, she will definitely fight. If the song "Burning Soul" is interrupted, the gate of reincarnation in the underworld cannot be opened quickly. It's not that she looks down on Yin Ren. The essence, will slow down.
Since the opponent is attacking from a distance, as long as the defense cover is not broken, she will continue to play the piano music. The desolate sound of the piano spreads to the surroundings. Open, it is easy to arouse people's sympathy.
The first thing to be affected was the mist from Xinghai. The red and black mist had begun to become unstable. It seemed to be dragged and scattered, and after being forcibly condensed together, it dispersed again.
And the people who were attacked by the mist also felt that the power of the black mist seemed to be declining, and the color of the mist mass was also changing, from red to black slowly turning red, and then the red was also slowly fading. Cleansing, unexpectedly began to become transparent.
And the black mist became transparent, and everyone could see clearly that the mist was actually compressed and condensed by the soul, and the soul inside was very at a loss, not knowing what I had experienced, why it became like this, just instinctively approached and played The simplicity and sound of the qin music is responsible, because the sound of the qin can soothe their anxious emotions.
And Jian Heyin Ren is not having a good time at this time, because it consumes a lot of energy to play "Buried Soul" non-stop. loss.
Jian Jian has already opened the bow and there is no turning back. He must continue, clean up the evil spirit used by the opponent to attack, and let those suppressed spirits leave, otherwise he will not be able to deal with the monster Xinghai.
She was also very anxious, the two played non-stop for an hour, why haven't they opened the gate of the underworld yet?There is not even the slightest movement, what is the reason?
Jian Jian was extremely anxious, and the black and white ghost messengers in the underworld were also puzzled. They were on duty today and heard the call, but they couldn't determine where the caller was.
"Brother Bai, where is this summoner?"
"I can't sense it, and I can't establish a channel. What's going on?"
"Did we hear wrong?"
"Then wait and see."
But for a whole day, the voice of summoning did not stop. The two of them made sure that they had heard correctly this time, and immediately went to report to Lord Yan Luo non-stop.
This day, Master Yan Luo was on duty in the first hall. He was dozing off lazily, and the seemingly invisible sound of the zither came from his ears, which made him frowned and rubbed his ears. Just as he was about to change his posture, a report came from outside the hall:
"Both black and white envoys seek to see each other!"
Master Yan Luo could only open his eyes, and said lazily:
"come in!"
After the black and white ghost messenger hurried in, he told them that they felt the call but couldn't find the place.
Yan Luo of the first hall frowned thickly, raised his hand to calculate, and then laughed loudly and said:
"Hahaha! God help me too!"
Then he said to the two of them:
"That place is not easy to enter, your cultivation base is not enough, I will take you there!"
Then he raised his hand and began to build a space channel.
Just as he simply emptied the immortal energy in his dantian and was about to drink the elixir, a black vortex suddenly appeared on the wall of the stalactite cave.
When Xinghai saw this vortex, his gray pupils shrank, and he stopped attacking the simple two, and instead attacked the vortex, obviously not wanting to stabilize the vortex.
But when Jian Jian saw this vortex, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Yin Ren beside him:
"Persevere, after the vortex stabilizes, we can stop playing!"
Seeing hope, Yinren endured the throbbing pain in his meridian, and continued to play the song "Buried Soul", and he walked 99 steps, not missing this one step.
Xinghai seemed to be crazy, and aimed all his attacks at the expanding vortex, and even ignored it, but the pressure on the other immortals in the cave suddenly dropped.
Everyone also noticed the strange behavior of the other party, and immediately moved closer to Jian Jian and Yin Ren.
At this time, in the eyes of everyone, a pair of white hands suddenly stretched out from the vortex, grasping the two sides of the vortex, with a little force, the small vortex was pulled bigger and bigger, and then a foot wearing black boots stepped on it. come out.
Babies, there are three shifts today, and there is one shift before twelve o'clock. Make up classes tomorrow!Comparing to you~
(End of this chapter)
"I see."
Yin Ren stabilized his mind, and the sound of the piano became more and more fluent. The sound of the piano spread to the surroundings without interruption, and the two people inside the defensive cover played "Burning Soul" simultaneously.
And the people around were also caught in a bitter battle. Jiu Lao's golden needles tied the red and black mist that was attacking him into a hedgehog. After the mist dissipated, it gathered again, but it was smaller than before. Son, he attacked Jiulao again. Jiulao's eyes were solemn, and when he raised his hand, another wave of golden needles rained, and he was exhausted with the opponent.
As a body repairer, Fist Power was also very cautious this time, he opened the defensive jade tablet around his waist, covered his fists with immortal energy, and knocked away the fog that attacked him time and time again.
Jinghui raised her hand and threw out the one hundred and eight Buddhist beads wrapped around her wrist. In the next breath, the Buddhist beads shot into the fog with golden light, causing the fog to shrink greatly in an instant.
Jing Hui's face remained the same, but his heart was bleeding. After all, besides the power of the Buddha, there is also the golden light of his own merits and virtues attached to the beads. Otherwise, there would not be such a strong attack effect, but now it is a battle of life and death, there is nothing to worry about .
Moran used spells with both hands frequently, attacking while dodging, his steps were like shadows, and the attacks landed accurately on the fog, consuming the evil spirit in it.
There are those who are calm, and there are immortals who are stretched. Occasionally, the immortals who are caught by the mist and break through their defenses will instantly turn red, and black anger flashes across their faces, and then turn their heads to attack. Companion, the entire battle situation became more and more chaotic for a while. In less than a quarter of an hour, some immortals were seriously injured and fell to the ground.
The black mist, like a cat smelling a fishy smell, rushed over and wrapped the seriously injured fairy airtightly. After the mist dispersed, only a man in a robe was left on the ground. Dry bones.
Seeing this, Yuanyuan's face turned pale, and she raised her hand to throw a low-grade fairy artifact. The moment the fairy artifact collided with the mist, she immediately opened her mouth with the word "explosion", letting the fairy artifact self-destruct and explode. A cloud of fog.
When the mist gathered together again, the little girl gritted her teeth and took out another fairy weapon, and continued to throw and explode, never letting the evil mist get close.
The surrounding battles did not affect the playing of the two at all, and although Xinghai on the opposite side left the stalactite wall in which he was inlaid, he could not move forward.
Xinghai looked at the two people not far in front of him with a ferocious face, and raised his hand to attack the defense cover set up by the other party with clouds of mist. He didn't believe that he couldn't break through the other party's defense.
Jian Jian also paid attention to the other party, seeing that the other party was just standing there attacking the defensive cover instead of coming forward, she knew that the nine chains restricted Xing Hai's movements, and she was slightly relieved.
If the other party rushes over regardless, she will definitely fight. If the song "Burning Soul" is interrupted, the gate of reincarnation in the underworld cannot be opened quickly. It's not that she looks down on Yin Ren. The essence, will slow down.
Since the opponent is attacking from a distance, as long as the defense cover is not broken, she will continue to play the piano music. The desolate sound of the piano spreads to the surroundings. Open, it is easy to arouse people's sympathy.
The first thing to be affected was the mist from Xinghai. The red and black mist had begun to become unstable. It seemed to be dragged and scattered, and after being forcibly condensed together, it dispersed again.
And the people who were attacked by the mist also felt that the power of the black mist seemed to be declining, and the color of the mist mass was also changing, from red to black slowly turning red, and then the red was also slowly fading. Cleansing, unexpectedly began to become transparent.
And the black mist became transparent, and everyone could see clearly that the mist was actually compressed and condensed by the soul, and the soul inside was very at a loss, not knowing what I had experienced, why it became like this, just instinctively approached and played The simplicity and sound of the qin music is responsible, because the sound of the qin can soothe their anxious emotions.
And Jian Heyin Ren is not having a good time at this time, because it consumes a lot of energy to play "Buried Soul" non-stop. loss.
Jian Jian has already opened the bow and there is no turning back. He must continue, clean up the evil spirit used by the opponent to attack, and let those suppressed spirits leave, otherwise he will not be able to deal with the monster Xinghai.
She was also very anxious, the two played non-stop for an hour, why haven't they opened the gate of the underworld yet?There is not even the slightest movement, what is the reason?
Jian Jian was extremely anxious, and the black and white ghost messengers in the underworld were also puzzled. They were on duty today and heard the call, but they couldn't determine where the caller was.
"Brother Bai, where is this summoner?"
"I can't sense it, and I can't establish a channel. What's going on?"
"Did we hear wrong?"
"Then wait and see."
But for a whole day, the voice of summoning did not stop. The two of them made sure that they had heard correctly this time, and immediately went to report to Lord Yan Luo non-stop.
This day, Master Yan Luo was on duty in the first hall. He was dozing off lazily, and the seemingly invisible sound of the zither came from his ears, which made him frowned and rubbed his ears. Just as he was about to change his posture, a report came from outside the hall:
"Both black and white envoys seek to see each other!"
Master Yan Luo could only open his eyes, and said lazily:
"come in!"
After the black and white ghost messenger hurried in, he told them that they felt the call but couldn't find the place.
Yan Luo of the first hall frowned thickly, raised his hand to calculate, and then laughed loudly and said:
"Hahaha! God help me too!"
Then he said to the two of them:
"That place is not easy to enter, your cultivation base is not enough, I will take you there!"
Then he raised his hand and began to build a space channel.
Just as he simply emptied the immortal energy in his dantian and was about to drink the elixir, a black vortex suddenly appeared on the wall of the stalactite cave.
When Xinghai saw this vortex, his gray pupils shrank, and he stopped attacking the simple two, and instead attacked the vortex, obviously not wanting to stabilize the vortex.
But when Jian Jian saw this vortex, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Yin Ren beside him:
"Persevere, after the vortex stabilizes, we can stop playing!"
Seeing hope, Yinren endured the throbbing pain in his meridian, and continued to play the song "Buried Soul", and he walked 99 steps, not missing this one step.
Xinghai seemed to be crazy, and aimed all his attacks at the expanding vortex, and even ignored it, but the pressure on the other immortals in the cave suddenly dropped.
Everyone also noticed the strange behavior of the other party, and immediately moved closer to Jian Jian and Yin Ren.
At this time, in the eyes of everyone, a pair of white hands suddenly stretched out from the vortex, grasping the two sides of the vortex, with a little force, the small vortex was pulled bigger and bigger, and then a foot wearing black boots stepped on it. come out.
Babies, there are three shifts today, and there is one shift before twelve o'clock. Make up classes tomorrow!Comparing to you~
(End of this chapter)
