"And what are you talking about?"

"They smell more dead. ”

Ju Yiran's shadow flashed in his mind, and said, "Yi Xiao, did Uncle Yi Huang say anything when he filled you with mud?"

"Mud? What about mud? I'll go, where's my mud?"

Ju Yiran shook his head and told him everything before, Yi Xiao's head suddenly stretched out, and he exclaimed: "You said that this mud is alive? ”

Without waiting for Ju to answer, he said to himself: "Impossible, impossible, I haven't cast a spell on this mud, how can he live?"

"I guess it's because Guo Chen devoured too much mud and wanted to use the white clay to form it, but Uncle Mei took her soul in turn. ”

Yi Xiao frowned and remained silent.

Ju Yiran didn't know what he was thinking, but he had just woken up and had to rest more, the movement outside was getting louder and louder, he had to go out and take a look, if they broke this magic circle, it would be dangerous. And Han Qingge was still outside, and he was worried about her.

"You stay here, I'll clean up the outside and come looking for you. ”

"Yes. ”

Yi Xiao replied absentmindedly, Ju Yiran looked at him uneasily, only to see that he was just one head outside the somersault cloud, with his eyes lowered and he didn't know what he was thinking.

When he returned to the first floor, he immediately found that the paintings on the four walls had changed, and the people on them had different postures and expressions, but at this moment they all looked angry, with green tendons bulging on their foreheads, and all their swords were unsheathed, as if they would jump off the murals at any time.

Ju Yiran looked out of the door again, only to see these obscure people tirelessly wielding their swords and slashing the magic circle, their bodies have been shocked by the light of the magic circle, some of them have deep wounds, the blood has turned white, the flesh has turned back into mud, and even some have lost their human appearance, but they are still persistently consuming the magic circle.

The color of the magic circle has faded a lot, and Ju Yiran knows that no matter how it continues, it will be the same as when he was in the Thousand Bamboo Forest, according to this attrition method, it is only a matter of time before the magic circle is broken by them.

"Oh, bold fanatics, it's really too deceitful!" A burst of applause, Ju Yiran's eyes flashed, and seven leaders jumped down from the wall.

Ju Yiran was startled, his hand pressed on his sword and stared at them.

But these people didn't seem to see him, they just stared at the obscurity outside the door, and one of them pointed out angrily and said, "If you want to damage my Golden Spirit Sect Protector Array, don't think about it!"

"Protect this faction and protect the common people. The other six shouted.

They flew into the air together, the long sword in their hands was unfurled, and suddenly the four walls lit up, and everyone in the wall also moved, they closed their eyes and meditated, and recited the demon mantra in their mouths, and their power floated out of the mural and gathered on the seven-person sword, and these seven people injected their power into the magic circle, and suddenly the red light of the magic circle soared, and all the obscurity flew out.

Ju Yiran looked out of the dojo, the circle slowly rolled outward, the ground was already as if it had been ploughed, and as if it had been blown up by thunder, and everything it passed was scorched black, and black smoke slowly rose.

Obscure didn't care, even though many of them had been crushed and scorched, the rest still struggled to resist. Ju Yiran looked back at the mural and the seven leaders, and saw that although they had the upper hand, it didn't seem to be easy, and the colors and characters of the mural were visible to the naked eye.

Ju Yiran knew that they wouldn't last long, but the same obscurity outside wouldn't last long. While this won't kill them completely, it will at least buy them some time.

With the Golden Spirit Sect's magic circle in his way, he was temporarily relaxed, but what about Han Qingge? This magic circle blocked him at the same time, but also cut off his connection with the outside world, he couldn't feel Han Qingge's breath at all, let alone know how she was now?

At this time, Han Qingge was inseparable from the obscure fight surrounding her, and Uncle Mei next to him originally took the time to peek at it, but he had already given up here. Sitting sullenly on the ground, holding his head, he looked at the people in front of him.

It's not that he doesn't want to see it, it's his nature to imitate others, but he can't see it at all, Han Qingge is too sneaky, where is these mud behind him attacking her, but protecting her, protecting her tightly, so that he can't even see a little shadow.

He was depressed, but Han Qingge's heart was relaxed. The obscurity surrounding her is no more, no less, just right for her to practice, although her eyes have changed color, and her heart is full of murderous desire, but the method is appropriate, and her will is still there. For the first time, she felt herself in this state, and she was also surprised by her violence, but this is just right, in the face of such an opponent, she doesn't need the heart of benevolence, let alone the compassion of the power of life, she wants the power to kill everything.

Since the battle between the two sides, Han Qingge soon found that these obscure moves that had not yet given birth to spiritual consciousness were much more mechanical than those of the main master, and they often had to finish a set of swordsmanship and start from scratch, and they were much weaker regardless of movement and strength. This gave her a chance, and Han Qingge saw the opportunity, suppressed the murderous desire in her heart, silently remembered every obscure movement, and stabbed out a sword to disrupt its rhythm every time they finished their sword moves.

In this way, these obscurities were completely restrained by her, not only could not hurt her, but became the best sparring partner.

"Girl, if you rub it any longer, I'll remove the seal. ”

Han Qingge was startled, and pulled out, only to see that Uncle Mei was already standing by the well, with his hand on the seal cloth and threatening.

Han Qingge was about to speak, the three swords on the left had already slashed towards her ankles, she kicked three kicks in the air, kicked their swords away, and took advantage of the gap to say, "What do you want to do?"

"Hehe, girl, you're as bad as that kid, you all guard against me and don't take me seriously. ”

At this time, the two obscurities on her right were just done on one side, and this time she struck first, disrupting her sword moves, forcing it to change its moves halfway, she took this opportunity, and said: "The mud behind you is besieging us, you just sit idly by, and add to the chaos, I think you are just bragging, you are just a pile of mud like them, you can't help them at all." ”

After Han Qingge finished saying this, he was trapped again, Uncle Mei's face was pale, and his hand on the sealed cloth was clenched and relaxed, but he never touched the cloth.

Suddenly, he smiled, withdrew his hand and put it behind him, and said: "It's okay, anyway, you and that kid will be killed by the mud behind me, although it's a pity, but instead of leaving two to quarrel with me, it's better to leave a group of people who listen to me." And the mud behind me has already told me, and there are already new fallen immortals sent in, so I won't be lonely. ”

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