On Lianfeng Ridge, the situation of the phantom array was constantly changing, and the dense sword rain was constantly falling, and the more than 2,000 monks were quickly overwhelmed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Especially the formation-breaking people led by the old man in black, a good Dou Zhuan Star Shifting Array turned out to be unpredictable, and by the way, even the Seven Evil Sword Formation was covered up and could no longer find a trace, which made them frustrated, angry, and a little frightened.

"Big brother, the current situation is very unfavorable for us. A middle-aged strong man with a long beard was full of worry, "These Seven Evil Sword Formations and the Dou Zhuan Star Shifting Array have all been manipulated, and it will be useless for us to continue to break in." ”

He said this tactfully, but the leader of their team understood what he had not finished.

The magic circle could not be broken for a long time, but their people gradually drained their spiritual power under the rain of swords.

If this continues, they will all have to be confessed here.

He pondered for a moment, "How sure are you if we find a way out now?"

The strong, middle-aged man with a full beard held out three fingers at him.

The leader's face suddenly turned ugly.

The certainty of breaking the formation is zero, and the certainty of going out is only thirty percent, is this magic circle really so powerful?

The middle-aged strong man with a full beard didn't explain, only sent a message to him to watch the other team that was less than a hundred meters away from them.

Only then did the leader realize that the team had been quietly looking for a way out.

His perception swept over the monks who were still trying to break the formation, only to find that they were all worried.

Including the black-clothed old man who looked the most powerful, he was also scolding a young monk beside him with an angry face at this time.

A strong unwillingness welled up in his heart, he hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to stay for a while to see the situation, "Wait another quarter of an hour, if no one finds the clue to break the formation after a quarter of an hour, we will try to leave." ”

The middle-aged strong man with a full beard wanted to persuade him to leave quickly, but the moment their eyes met, the strong unwillingness in the eyes of the leader made him swallow back the words that came to his mouth.

At this time, he didn't know that it was this momentary hesitation that made them lose the opportunity to leave Lian Fengling alive forever.

After two breaths, Feather Spirit's sound illusion technique gradually began to incorporate the notes of the sound control technique, and those monks who were closer to them and whose cultivation was lower than that of Feather Spirit were quickly controlled by their minds.

Their gaze gradually became glazed, and then at some point they suddenly burst out en masse and hurt others.

Those who had been their companions were unprepared, and with the exception of a few vigilant monks, all of them were caught off guard and suffered minor or serious injuries.

Before they could figure out what was happening, the controlled monks were swinging their swords again.

"They're under control!" shouted the monks who had fallen into a state of stupor.

Everyone came back to their senses and hurriedly aimed their weapons at the person who had attacked them just now.

However, it soon became clear that it was futile.

Those people are like taking the wrong medicine, using their spiritual power to be ruthless, as if they can rush to reincarnate the next moment when they run out of one moment.

But they are different, they don't want to go back to the furnace so quickly to rebuild, so in this kind of ghost place where swords rain from time to time, they must carefully calculate their spiritual power stock for attack and defense.

Although one side has a low level of cultivation, it has a large number of people, and its momentum is like a rainbow, and it fights for its life, and although the other side has a high level of cultivation, it has a small number of people, shrinks its hands, and has many worries, and such a battle can already guess the outcome without seeing the end.

But Rao was like this, and the monks who immediately retreated when they realized that something was wrong, and the monks who rushed to hear the news but did not have time to enter Lianfengling before the battle began, still decided to see the end.

They silently hoped in their hearts that those high-ranking monks who were sane would be able to avoid the end of losing both with their original companions, and even suddenly release a big move to break this strange illusion array, and then let them fish in troubled waters.

This time, however, they were doomed to disappointment.

Those monks who were artificially divided into two factions by the feather spirit quickly died, and the remaining three or four hundred people were gradually exhausted by the continuous rain of swords because they could not find a way to leave the circle, and finally died under those sword rains.

I don't know when the sky has darkened, and the north wind that swirls and coils through the mountains is howling, and the hearts of the monks who are watching from the periphery are cold.

On Lianfeng Ridge, more than 2,000 corpses of different shapes lay on the ground, and many corpses had even been chopped into pulp by flying swords.

The blood from the corpses stained the entire hillside, and the sound of ticking was not loud but clearly reached everyone's ears.

The voices of the fleeing spirits are either pleading, cursing, or threatening, high or low, thick or thin, or mournful, or resentful, or unwilling, and the voices are endless, just listening to it makes people creepy, like being in hell.

I don't know when the effect of the phantom array has been lifted, and the purple-clothed woman who was originally covered reappeared in front of everyone.

She just stood there casually, her slender neck seemed to be broken at once, but none of the onlookers dared to step forward.

Behind her, those originally extremely restless primordial gods all turned into white balls of light the size of pigeon eggs at this time.

Souls!

These two words flashed through everyone's minds, and then everyone couldn't help but blush.

Those primordial gods who carried all the memories of a monk and carried most of a monk's cultivation were directly turned into souls with nothing and nothing by this woman, which is no different from being dead!

That's more than 2,000 monks!

And these monks are all from all the forces on this continent!

This woman, is she really not afraid of public anger at all?

Jinghong's cold gaze swept over them one by one, "Who else is going to die?"

Everyone's hearts trembled, and some even subconsciously took two steps back.

Jing Hong retracted his gaze with satisfaction, "Since you don't want to die, then don't be an eyesore here." If anyone dares to sneakily follow me, the fate of these people will be his tomorrow. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the white ball of light the size of more than 2,000 pigeon eggs suddenly flew out of Lianfeng Ridge, and then flew towards the rest of the continent without any regularity under the gaze of everyone.