The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the evening breeze is cool.

Under the illumination of the bright moonlight, the entire Chaohuang Temple was reflected in the sky above the sparkling enchantment formation, although the divine sense could not penetrate it, but it could still feel the cold wind inside, and the yin qi was strong.

Even if the four people inside and outside used the Shushan Sword Formation together, from dusk to night, there was no sign of the Emperor Crab retreating loosening or weakening.

The Shushan sword formation enters the way of the sword with a formation, and it can be a sword into a formation, or a number of swords into a formation, such as a thousand shapes of the gangfeng, and nothing is broken.

Kong Ni studied under his predecessor Yan Changkong, and is said to be the one with the highest cultivation realm and strength among the three masters of Shushan, especially good at sword cultivation. It stands to reason that the Shushan Sword Formation led by him should be expected to break the formation.

However, this is not the case.

"It's a bit weird! It's not a good thing to go on like this!" Feng Yi's Jue Ling Divine Sense was extremely quiet and powerful, and his meditation efficiency was extremely high, and after a while, he sensed an abnormality in the array, and a very unnatural anxious look appeared on his face, and then he squinted his eyes, and began to think about the way to help each other in his heart.

Footsteps came from behind him.

Feng Yi woke up from deep thought and turned to look.

With the support of Lin Xiaohao, Tu Jinqun and Qin Benzhen walked over slowly, they hadn't seen the good news come for a long time, and they were also anxious.

Tu Jinqun's eyes flashed with surprise, and said, "It turns out that Mr. Feng is also here." ”

Feng Yi didn't show the anxiety in his heart at all, nodded his head, and mumbled.

Tu Jinqun turned his head to look at the eerie and terrifying black fog in the night sky, twisted and deformed like a demon's grimace, and immediately took out the Shushan Heavy Treasure Moyu Life Chart to deduce it silently. After a while, his expression was shocked, and an ominous feeling welled up in his heart, and he said, "It's not good, the situation has changed." ”

The crowd looked at him in amazement.

A complicated look flashed across Qin Benzhen's face, but his tone was surprisingly calm: "Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Now that there are already four elites in the array, Shushan really can't withstand any twists and turns.

Tu Jinqun closed his eyes, an indescribable pain appeared on his face, and it took a while before he calmed down, opened his eyes and looked at Qin Benzhen, and said apologetically: "It's all my fault, I missed something." I should have thought that the foreign body zombie born in the Emperor Crab Escape Bureau should not be someone else, but my Shushan disciple. In the face of the same family who are like brothers, how can they kill the killer?"

Everyone was shocked.

Lin Xiaohao was cold all over his body when he heard this, and cried sadly: "Senior brother, what can I do about this?"

Qin Benzhen gently patted her fragrant shoulder, and persuaded softly: "Don't worry, let Senior Brother think again." ”

Tu Jinqun's expression gradually darkened when something happened, he knew that he had exhausted his wisdom, and he closed his eyes again, and still didn't say a word after a while.

Seeing that he was silent, everyone knew that the other party was obviously at a loss.

Feng Yi's disappointment disappeared in a flash.

Lin Xiaohao's disappointed mood overflowed on her pretty face, pursed her lips, and set her eyes on Feng Yi, unconsciously regarded him as the only big savior, and said: "Little uncle, please save Senior Brother Kong and Senior Sister Lan, please, Xiao Hagi kowtowed to you." ”

Feng Yi hurriedly supported her and said solemnly: "No need to be like this, you are too polite." As a doctor, it is Feng's duty to help the needy. ”

Qin Benzhen's face was full of respect, and he said, "Mr. Feng, I have you to thank you." On behalf of Shushan, I thank you. ”

Feng Yi shrugged his shoulders in a chic manner and said, "It's serious." ”

Zhao Wuwuqiao's face was as calm as water, she didn't speak just now, she knew that all persuasion in the current situation was futile, her expression moved slightly, and she said softly: "Sir, you be careful." ”

Feng Yi's heart was calm and warm, his eyes were deeply focused on Zhao Wuwu's intoxicating face, and said, "Well, I'll go back when I go." Remember, you are not allowed to enter the battle no matter what. ”

Zhao Wuwu's deep dream-like eyes flashed with two points of starlight, stared at Feng Yi, and said happily: "Wuwu knows." Sanssouci will wait here for Mr. to return safely, and he will not be gone. ”

Feng Yi nodded and turned to go.

......

Enter the battle.

Feng Yi didn't hesitate and walked in so easily.

Behind him, some lightning-like inexplicable formations loomed from the space, squeezing, twisting, and cutting, and the aura around his body suddenly became calm.

This alleyway seems to be a little narrow, and Feng Yi walks in the middle of it, and the vision is a little dark.

It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out.

Listening to Tu Jinqun's dictation, Feng Yi already knew the power of the eight evil weapons, although they were not the same, and the Dharma Dao and formation patterns derived from them were also different, but there was no conflict between them, but they seemed to be extremely harmonious.

They gave birth to foreign objects, which were very demonic, not only suppressing the strength of the monks, but also jointly hooking the power of the Great Dao to block this small world and prevent the trapped from escaping.

Every sharp and invisible pattern and every qi derived from the formation was born with the wind and came silently.

Kill invisibly.

Feng Yi, who had done his homework beforehand, did not panic at this moment, his steps were extremely calm, and three feet behind the entrance, he saw a very inconspicuous earthy yellow stone, on which a pattern similar to a wood grain or black dots appeared.

Three-life stone.

Feng Yi was not surprised, he was originally here for it.

The reason why he chose to enter from the "Three Life Stones", one of the eight evil weapons of the Emperor Crab Escape Bureau, was not for anything else, but because he was the sword spirit of the Chiyou Demon Knife.

The Sansheng Stone, a thing of the underworld, has the magic power of the dementoring mind, attacking the divine sense, destroying the mind, and making the human beings who see its true face confused in the illusory world of the previous life, this life, and the next life, and they cannot extricate themselves deeply, and they cannot wake up for a long time, and even worse, they will not be able to distinguish who is the true self, and they will not be able to distinguish between the real and the false, and finally commit suicide.

Feng Yi learned a lot of fragments from his previous life through the medium on the other side of Daba Mountain, and he was not afraid of the formation patterns of the Sansheng Stone Road, so he was able to clear the Lingtai and keep one mind.

Move forward silently.

The last quarter moon hung high in the sky, throwing his lonely virtual body on the alleyway, and there was a feeling of loneliness and desert.

The night here is very different from the outside world.

The moonlight reflected fragmented pieces of dark yellow light through the array enchantment, adding infinite treachery to the already eerie dark night.

As the stone path to Sansheng became deeper and deeper, the feeling of those forest formations became more and more intense, and the yin and evil qi became more and more majestic, especially in the sealed sea of consciousness, countless turbulent waves had been born.

Feng Yi's eyes, as usual, were still as clean as a clear stream, without any dust, reflecting the thick black fog in the Yang Escape Bureau, sweeping through the inexplicable formations around his body, and insisting on moving forward.

Suddenly, the sound of a vigorous fight came from the front, and the entire originally gloomy earth was suddenly filled with a sense of slaughter and tension.

Feng Yi quickened his pace and walked forward at a rapid pace, passing through dozens of houses in a row.

It was a race against time, because one more moment of delay would have put them in danger of a point.

Suddenly, the seal came to the hill, and the Chaohuang Temple finally appeared in front of him.

I saw that Shangguan Bupo and another Shushan disciple in front of the mountain temple faced zombies and zombies respectively, while Lan Mo was entangled with the ghost doctor Zhi Bingwei, and the battle between the two battlefields was extremely fierce.

For a while, the figures were endless, the rabbits rose and fell, the energy was soaring, and the sword light was staggered, making people dizzy.

Regarding Feng Yi's arrival, the expressions of everyone present were different, some were surprised and some were surprised.

Between the lightning and flint, Feng Yi recognized at a glance the terrifying zombie with a face like dry skin and a mouth with fangs exposed, the whole body was blood-red, as if it was soaking in a pool of blood, and a large area of dried blood plasma stuck the clothes and thick hair tightly together, as if there was an immortal witch power flowing in the meantime, although there was no breath of life, but there was a majestic sense of oppression that made people's hearts burst, especially the red and green eyes that had completely become extremely terrifying, like two magic lamps shooting out a peerless edge.

Strangely, the zombie's face actually looks familiar!

It's him?

Feng Yi was stunned, wasn't this Pei Jun who he had just met on the street in Langzhong?

The world is like a storm, and I don't want to meet again but it's already a ladyboy separation.

Judging from its symptoms, when Pei Jun was killed, someone must have implanted a mysterious ancient creature of evil in his body, causing him to resurrect from the dead and then mutate.

The zombie's body is invulnerable, and it can definitely sweep the world, and if it is not for ordinary magic weapons, it can't be lowered at all. And the other person has also mutated into a zombie accomplice with white eyes, but I don't know if it is Kong Ni or Zuo Dawen.

Feng Yi didn't have time to think about it, and looked at the mysterious senior brother Zhi Bingwei.

This formation is laid out and controlled by only Bingwei, who is not only the protagonist of the array, but also one of the culprits in dealing with the disciples of Shushan.

Despite this, the other party is from the same school after all, and he is his own senior brother.

Feng Yi finally realized the hardships and pain of Lan Mo and Shangguan Bubu, the reason why they couldn't solve the zombies and zombies for so long was not because they were incompetent, but because they couldn't bear it.

The contradiction that cannot be won and defeated is maddening.

What should I do?

Is it to kill relatives in righteousness, or to let them go?

Thinking of this, Feng Yi couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of relief.

When Bingwei was fighting against Lan Mo, he also saw Feng Yi coming uninvited, as if he had expected that his mind had not been affected in any way, and he was still the same, and his seemingly flirtatious feet began to rush towards Lan Mo who was two feet away with strange ghost footwork.

In an instant, the void strode forward, making a footnote that seemed to be rhythmless, but followed a certain law, and struck into people's hearts like a drum, making people feel cold.

This gait is the sound of death.

Either he dies or the enemy dies.

It's not good, blue foam is in danger!

Feng Yi made a decision immediately: clean up the portal, capture the thief and capture the king first!

"Whew!"

A piece of green leaf as thin as a piece of paper was controlled by the sealed eyebrow talisman, like lightning that broke through the night sky through the black mist, exuding a sword aura as cold as snow and invincible, drawing strange trajectories in the void, and pressing straight towards Zhi Bingwei.

Only Bingwei sneered, flashing left and right.

Although the blade failed to injure only Bingwei, it disrupted the rhythm of his footwork with the momentum of killing.

On the ground, the dragon groaned.

Only Bingweidao's sleeves vibrated slightly, and the figure disappeared in an instant, leaving only the golden light and raindrops in the sky, roaring through the air, each with its own direction, expanding and contracting, and the furious rush in the void condensed into a suffocating fierce momentum and pressure, and shot towards the blue foam.

Ghost tooth needle!

All this happened too quickly, and it happened suddenly, and Lan Mo felt a piece of light, rain and silver in the corner of his eyes, and when his heart screamed, the ghost tooth needle like a torrential rain was already less than three feet away from him.

Lan Mo suddenly raised his skill to the limit, and hurriedly attacked like a dragon sword meteor chasing the moon in his hand, the moves were continuous, drawn in the air, and the trajectory of the energetic swim followed an arc that encompassed the truth of heaven and earth, as if forming a perfect circle, showing the subtle changes of heaven and earth, and penetrating the secret of entering the Tao from the sword.

The wind was strong, and the whole body was hunting.

The golden light flashed, and the sword qi was all over the point towards the needle tip composed of golden dots.

This is the essence of Lan Mo's lifelong swordsmanship.

She is in the practice of swordsmanship, although slightly inferior to the three masters of Shushan, but also a first-class master among contemporary youth, of course, she knows that only Bingwei's ghost tooth needle is dexterous, if she compares with him in this regard, she will undoubtedly seek her own death, so she turns clumsy and focuses on defense, and wins purely with speed, angle, and momentum, so as to protect her body.

A series of pleasant sounds sounded, like a shower hitting the wind chimes, which lasted for a long time.

Every bit of light and rain touched the tips of countless sword shadows.

The tip of the sword is dotted with the tip of a needle.

The needle rain disappeared, and only Bingwei reappeared.

Lan Mo snorted softly, his toes touched the ground, his body seemed to slide, and he instantly rushed forward with lightning in an instant, trying to narrow the distance between only Bingwei's body, and began to launch a counterattack with a prominent peak, during which every change brought the sword shadow in the sky like clouds and rain.

Although her cultivation realm is half a level worse than that of only Bingwei, she has a peerless holy weapon in her hand that combines the dragon body and the Great Dao, and it is infinitely powerful, enough to fight to the death with only Bingwei.

The speed and swiftness of the blue foam are breathtaking.

The distance is out of size.

The sword aura has covered the face.

Only Bingwei did not retreat or avoid, as if waiting for something.