147. Blood Swallow

The cave is not big, nine people and one tiger sit in the cave, and it is still a little crowded.

The sound of impact came from time to time, and the golden eagle must have never given up.

In the cave, everyone was busy healing their wounds, meditating to restore their spiritual and physical strength.

At dusk, the beginning of the day is cleaned up.

"Ye Daoyou, how long can your formation last?" Zhang Heng asked.

"As long as the spiritual power is endless, it should be able to operate all the time. That golden eagle alone can't break through this formation. Ye Qingyue replied.

"That's good!" Zhang Hengdao.

Golden eagles can't get in, they can't get out. The following days were spent in the quiet cultivation of everyone.

Seven days later, outside the cave, the sound of the golden eagle fluttering gradually disappeared.

This is the edge of the Northern Wilderness, and the concentration of spiritual energy is far from being comparable to Tianyin City, and the cultivation of spiritual power is slow to rely solely on meditation and transformation. And the only remaining pills and spirit stones on their bodies could not be used easily.

Ye Qingyue quietly breathed for a few days, and then began to draw talismans with a talisman pen. It's just that her success rate is really not high, so she simply abandoned these, bought a bunch of blank arrays from her teammates, and cared about herself to portray the thunder arrays.

Others also cooperated, those who were good at drawing talismans specialized in drawing talismans, and those who could refine pills were concentrated on the herbs on everyone's body to unify alchemy. Naturally, these elixirs cannot be refined by the high-level ones, and they mainly use the elixirs and ointments for healing.

Speaking of which, scattered cultivation is different from the disciples of the sect, although they may not have a skill that they can master, but they know everything. Especially the talismans. The drawing of the first and second order runes was not much of a problem for them.

There is specialization in the art industry, so the strengths of everyone are gathered, and the efficiency is greatly improved by working together to supplement the fighting resources.

Gradually, some people can't sit still!

After discussion, Zhang Heng, who has the highest cultivation, and Li Cheng, a feminine male cultivator, ventured out to find out the news.

Ye Qingyue opened the formation, and the two of them left for a while, and then hurried back in a daze.

"Coward, get out!" The screams and flutters of the golden eagle were heard.

"Captain, how's it going?"

Zhang Heng twisted his eyebrows: "It's not good, the golden eagle's injury has already healed." It seems to be on the same page as us. still relies on Ye Daoyou's thunder array. The two of us were lucky enough to get away with it. ”

Ye Qingyue looked at Li Cheng, who nodded slightly.

"When this girl's husband comes, see if you can hide it!" The golden eagle's shrill cry was heard into the cave.

The rest of the people changed color.

"We can't stay here all the time, if the golden eagle summons a companion or a helper. Things are in trouble! Ye Qingyue groaned.

"Ye Daoyou means ......"

"Captain. Qingyue thought. It's better to get rid of this golden eagle quickly. ”

"Ye Daoyou is reasonable." Li Cheng echoed.

Mu Sanniang glanced at him in surprise.

Since then, because of the addition of new teammates with strong combat power and rich net worth, the combat power of the squad has increased significantly. Teammates helped each other, there were many gains, and there were some friendships in some places.

Victory is the best catalyst for morale, and morale is the foundation for strengthening the friendship between comrades-in-arms.

What she wondered was that Li Cheng didn't seem to care about her alienation and coldness, and he had a lot of flattery for the two new girls. Did he catch those two girls again? No, currying favor is different from sheltering, she can see that Li Cheng's expression is respectful and jealous. Isn't it, this guy was subdued by those two girls? Looking at the strength of the two these days, it seems that it is not completely impossible.

She vaguely felt that something seemed to be out of control. Liu Mingzhu looks like she has an indifferent personality, but the girl surnamed Ye is a little mysterious. Now, her prestige is not even inferior to that of captain Zhang Heng. Moreover, even she herself could not be jealous of her. When a person is much better than you, the person who looks up to him can be relieved.

Ye Qingyue? Are you really the child of the Ye family? Speaking from her heart, Ye Qingyue is also good to her. Not to mention the fighting method, she does not hesitate to help, and when the medicine on her body is exhausted, she also takes the initiative to help. Such a person will be an excellent backer.

It's just that she can't see through this sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. If she is really from the Ye clan of Tianyin Pavilion, then is it really just an experience for her to come to the chaotic first team?

Just thinking about it, Ye Qingyue's faint gaze swept over. The eyes are as clear as autumn water, like moonlight, and it seems that there is no trace of fireworks, but it makes people feel like they are immersed in the cold pool, like the autumn wind, and suddenly there is a sense of nowhere to hide.

Great strength is awe-inspiring, but the taste of being seen through is fear.

The most frightening thing is always the unknown; The most devastating thing is always despair.

"Brother Li is right." The four male cultivators in the early stage of foundation building who were attached to Li Cheng also echoed one after another.

"I'm afraid it's hard." Zhang Heng was obviously also moved.

Ye Qingyue asked, "Captain, why don't you use the battle formation?" ”

"You know the battle formation?" Zhang Heng was surprised.

"Understood." Ye Qingyue replied.

Surprised eyes fell on the girl in white.

"Daoyou actually understands the battle formation?"

"No wonder Ye Daoyou is so good at formations!"

Zhang Hengwei was puzzled: "However, even if Ye Daoyou has the talent of a general, the soldiers who arrange the battle formation need to practice for a long time. We're just afraid we won't be able to wait for that time. ”

"Captain, have you heard too much of the magic of soul control?" Ye Qingyue said.

"Sister Qingyue, do you still know soul control techniques?" Liu Mingzhu was surprised.

Ye Qingyue nodded, in fact, it was just a little branch of the puppet technique in the "Heavenly Illusion Heart Sutra", and Liu Mingzhu was afraid that she was also deliberately covering her up when she said this.

Seeing that the others were still confused, she explained, "I can send a wisp of divine consciousness into your sea of consciousness and establish a divine consciousness link with you. Then, it's up to me to support the formation. During this time, your consciousness has remained awake, but your body and spirit are under my control. If something happens, you can always devour the link mark with the primordial spirit. ”

Knowing the sea is where the monks are most vulnerable, for them. Such a move will undoubtedly expose one's own vital point in front of others, and it is a great risk.

"If you don't believe me, I can make an oath. This will certainly leave you with no hidden dangers. However, you must also swear that you will not interrupt the connection for no reason, and the consequence of forcibly disrupting the formation is that other people, along with myself, will be counterattacked. ”

Li Cheng was the first to say: "I agree." ”

The others hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Just in case, everyone made a demon oath.

The moon is nearing mid-heaven. Red flaming mountains wind their way above the sea of sand. The front and back are hugged together. In the middle is the unfathomable Valley of Fire. Like the wings of the phoenix of fire, burning and nirvana above the vast sea of sand.

At the edge of the southern foot of the outer periphery of the Flaming Mountain, the golden eagle perched on a red rock that was a few feet high suddenly opened its eyes and spread its wings. If there is substance. A circle rippled in the faint moonlight.

On the mountain in front of it. The red rocks suddenly blurred, and a fiery red swallow rushed out of the mountain.

No, that's not a real swallow. It can only be said to be a phantom of a swallow. Below it, nine figures stood in a peculiar formation, forming different seals in their hands. Red aura gathered from the surrounding red stones into a visible mist, and under the guidance of those seals, a steady stream poured into the huge red swallows above them.

The power of the rules drawn by the battle array surrounded them, and they were no longer nine separate individuals, but a complete whole, advancing and retreating, each with its own rules.

The scorching breath came to his face, and the golden eagle unconsciously became afraid.

"Battle Formation!" She exclaimed.

However, no one paid attention to her, and the blood swallow hovered sharply in mid-air, and then its tail feathers turned, and the adult stood in mid-air. The red eyes stared at the golden eagle mercilessly, and the wings were empty and hugged in the middle.

"Yan sleepy!" A cold voice rang out.

The nine people under the Blood Swallow immediately changed their positions, and different seals quickly formed in their hands.

The blood swallow cried, and red flames spat out from its beak, forming red chains, instantly weaving a blood-colored cage around the golden eagle.

"Pretending to be a ghost!" The golden eagle scolded, and its wings were raised high, like two half-closed and half-opened golden petals, surrounded by golden spiritual mist, as if the silk cloth tied to the waist of a dancing girl, and slowly turned in a circle.

The fluttering golden ribbons looked beautiful but weak, but the actual curtains were as sharp as sharp blades, cutting the red chains alive.

"Let this girl see if you have these little tricks!" The golden eagle scoffed.

The wings held high fell suddenly, and dozens of golden feathers flew out of the wings, shooting at the blood swallow.

"Yan Shan!"

The full force of the third-order Golden Eagle Feather Feather Feather could completely kill a foundation building stage monk in an instant.

Like a sharp sword, Yu Ling came straight to the heart of the swallow.

Zhang Heng, who was standing at the front, although his body was uncontrollable, he was still conscious. The entire battlefield, in his sea of knowledge, is as clear as a high-definition movie, and he can see every detail clearly. Even he himself seemed to have turned into a feather feather on the blood swallow's body, and when the golden feather approached, he could clearly feel the compelling coercion and murderous aura that Jin Ling carried.

Can their swallows avoid this knife net?

As if the original spirit was out of his body, he stood in another space, watching his body calmly change directions, and his hands smoothly formed one seal after another.

The golden feathers shot unimpeded at the swallow.

However, the screams and blood rain that the golden eagle had expected did not happen.

At that moment, Zhang Heng looked at their figures in shock, just like that blood swallow, and suddenly disappeared in front of the golden eagle's eyes, and an irresistible will instantly transferred them to another land and sky.

Teleportation, it turns out that this is the real purpose of Yan Shan?

In the astonishment of the golden eagle, the blood swallow had already begun to fight back.

"Yan kill!"

The huge swallow suddenly shattered, like a rain of blood exploding, a day of bright fireworks, death and new life, poignancy and splendor, alternately staged.

Countless dots of red rushed towards the golden eagle, and if you look closely, every bit of red is a small blood swallow. Fireworks were burning on their wings, like the nirvana of a phoenix, resolute and unrepentant, rushing towards the golden bird without hesitation.

The moonlight was faint and the wind was silent.

A tragic long song, a silent whimper between heaven and earth.

Can't get in and out, and the plains are far away.

With a long sword, he carried the Qin bow, and his head was not punished.

Cheng is both brave and martial, and he is strong and invincible.

The body is dead, the spirit is the spirit, and the soul is resolute.

They are weak, but they are resolute; They are small, but they are numerous.

The terrible howl was like lightning, tearing through the silent moonlight.

The swift pounced on the golden eagle, and the golden eagle's wings also caught fire. The flames spread rapidly, and more and more blood swallows fluttered down one after another.

The golden eagle rolled and struggled in mid-air, and the blood swallow tore and fluttered on the golden eagle.

"Yan Fall!"

The long song enters the last chapter, the last silent dance of the desolate, tragic melody.

The blood swallow burst again, like thousands of blooming fireworks.

The golden eagle, which could not see clearly, struggled for the last time, gradually lost its breath and fell heavily.

Zhang Heng felt that the invisible restraint in the sea of knowledge disappeared. Together with the swallows that perished, those who were either sad and angry, or determined feelings, they all dissipated in the shallow moonlight.

The big drama ends, and the play removes makeup.

The orchestra stopped, and the building was empty.

He had seen the vastness and bravery of the battle formation against the enemy, and he had never known that the feeling of being a chess piece was so wonderful and complicated.

Ye Qingyue sat directly on the ground, she used her divine sense to control the actions of nine people at the same time, and at the same time, she had to constantly assess the situation, change the formation, and her divine sense was greatly consumed. If it weren't for the cultivation of the Great Yan Divine Technique, it would definitely not be able to support it.

The addition of the formation to the combat power is far from being as simple as one plus one equals two, but on the basis of the original, the overall combat power is accumulated dozens of times upward. Moreover, each chess piece in the battle formation is not just an individual, they are also a part of the whole. Its attack is the overall attack power; Defense also comes from the overall defense power.

This is the battle formation! They actually killed a third-order demon beast.

Cheers rang out.

After tidying up the battlefield, they returned to the cave.

The moonlight is pale and the wind is silent. However, no one has the heart to sleep or cultivate. (To be continued......)