Under his feet, he stepped on thousands of miles of wasteland, boundless, there was no sun and moon overhead, only a chaotic undercurrent swirling and surging, and a boat stood in the middle blankly, looking far away, but he couldn't see anything outside the void wasteland.

She wanted to go to a distance to find out, but found that the soles of her feet seemed to be filled with lead, and she couldn't move half a step. She was stuck in place and couldn't move, and she became more and more anxious. When he struggled in vain, a cold and deep voice sounded in his ears: "A boat, wake up, a boat ......"

It's Brother Lin calling her!

If you only hear its voice and don't see its people, what you see in front of you must be either a dream or an illusion. Yizhou closed her eyes, calmed her mind, and after a long time, she gradually felt a warm and solid arm behind her back.

She was overjoyed, and when she opened her eyes again, she felt that her eyelids were extremely heavy, and her eyes were extremely dark, and a flickering light illuminated the face that was within reach, making her no longer panic.

Kazuki's tone was still not relaxed: "A boat? ”

Yizhou answered, and looked around, the place they were in was as dark as night, and the few faint rays of light seemed to come from a few night pearls.

She couldn't help but sit up, and a dizziness immediately sounded in her head, forcing her eyes to close. A wood pressed his finger against the corner of her forehead, and a cool trickle immediately poured into her temples, and the dizziness in her brain lessened.

Yimu's soft, concerned voice sounded in his ears again: "What's wrong?" ”

Yizhou was a little greedy for this feeling and wanted to stay warm for a while. Brother Lin must have had the same experience, and he couldn't bear to waste his spiritual power anymore. Besides, the current situation was unclear and imminent, so she didn't dare to be willful, so she had to reluctantly open her eyes and ask, "Brother Lin, what's going on?" Where are we? ”

Yimu's eyebrows were deeply locked, and he said, "I don't know where it is the dark room of the underground palace." We seem to be drugged and locked up here. ”

"Drugged?" Yizhou was puzzled, and when she saw three people lying scattered around her, she pushed the one that was closest to her.

Lei Shao seemed to be sleepy, and was pushed by her to open his eyes reluctantly, his eyes were dilated, and his face was dazed, needless to say, he definitely didn't remember anything.

Lei Shao's curiosity was not so heavy, and his first reaction was to wake up Wu Ning and Shang Yu first. Senior Brother Wu Ning shouted in a straight voice, and when he arrived at Shang Yu, his tone was suddenly extremely soft. It was rare to have a good opportunity to be courteous, and he carefully helped Shang Yu to sit up, and carefully greeted and cared for him.

Wu Ning saw it in his eyes, but just shook his head helplessly. He was still concerned about business, glanced at the surrounding scene, gasped, and said in a deep voice: "This is the lowest level of Fucang Tower. ”

Yizhou Qi said: "The bottom? "I didn't think there was another mystery under the Fucang Tower.

Wu Ning said: "Hmm." There are six floors on the ground of Fucang Tower, few outsiders know, in fact, there are three floors underground, which are used to defend against foreign enemies, and they are never easily used in peacetime. How did we end up here? What about the Master? Where did Shizun go? ”

Lei Shao raised a hand and said, "I still have a question, I remember correctly when we were drinking in the Drunken Immortal Residence just now, right?" It can't be that a few of us are drunk and unconscious at the same time, right? Who is it that dares to drug Ben Shao?! ”

His last sentence was almost roared, Yizhou was already a little dizzy, and his eardrum was almost torn by this deafening roar, and he hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, eager to avoid him eight feet away.

Dodging, she sensed as if something had fallen on her face. It's some kind of liquid that drops on your cheeks and starts to slide slowly. She raised her hand and wiped it, and with the faint light source, she was surprised to find that it was blood!

A shudder crept down her back to the top of her head, and she subconsciously looked up.

Seeing that the top of her head was dark and she couldn't see anything, she asked thoughtfully: "Senior Brother Wu Ning, you said that this is the bottom layer, and the top layer should be the upper layer, right?" Is there anything on this? ”

Wu Ning saw the blood on her fingertips, her eyebrows froze, and she immediately drew an arc on the top of her head with the spirit of her palm, like a meteor in the endless night. The meteor was fleeting, taking away the night, and the time above me was as bright as day, and an unexpected and impactful picture came into view.

The ground on the upper floor was now transparent to them, and Elder Wu was directly above their heads, and at this time he was already lying in a pool of blood, his face facing downward, his eyes wide open, and he couldn't blink to death!

Dripping blood gushed out from under him, gurgling non-stop, this tragic image suddenly appeared in front of him, it was really creepy, greatly stimulated, Wu Ning was even more like a lightning strike, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and he rushed to the upper layer desperately.

But in fact, there is no need, the smoke on the upper layer is everywhere, and it has already turned the sky upside down.

The white-clothed sword-wielding Canghe Mountain disciple fought with countless black-clothed and black-faced enemies, and the enemies poured in like black clouds crushing the city, and rivers of blood flowed everywhere they passed, and corpses were strewn all over the ground. Those black-clothed warriors are of unknown origin, all of them are tall and strong, powerful in force, and most of the weapons they hold are swords, axes, clubs, and hammers with great lethality, and their edges are invincible and unstoppable.

The disciples of Canghe Mountain have always used swords, and they have suffered a big loss in weapons, and they still have the power to resist if they are slightly higher, but they are still vulnerable in the face of countless and brutal invaders.

This is not a match-and-kill enemy, it is simply a one-sided and inhumane massacre. The battlefield above is like a white veil infected by thick ink, and the snow white is destined to be eroded by the ink black inch by inch, which is the general trend. The pen hand that secretly controls everything is still monotonous in black and white, and deliberately swayed it wantonly, dyeing a series of red ink marks, which is particularly charming and eye-catching.

Could it be that Elder Wu temporarily hid them here in the face of a massive invasion by the enemy in order to protect them?

The invasion was so fierce that the upper echelons were quickly breached, and the surviving disciples, led by the two elders of Qin Bai, fought and retreated, swarming down the spiral ladder.

The Nine Great Elders of Canghe Mountain, when it comes to comprehensive strength, the cultivation class is unsurpassed, and it should be the safest place to be safe. Unexpectedly, there were only three in the mountain at this time, and Elder Wu had already fallen on the upper layer, and the other two seemed to be poisoned, and they couldn't use half of their spiritual power.

Wu Ning was blocked before he could reach the end of the spiral ladder, and many junior disciples shouted excitedly when they saw them. He listened to the call in his ear, and let himself be washed away by the retreating tide of his fellow doors. Looking at the familiar faces who were fighting hard, he gradually calmed down. Raising his head with tears, looking at Shizun's dead and unsightly state, he couldn't help clenching his fists, and hatred swelled up.

The enemy is pressing forward step by step, and has pursued to the bottom. Wu Ning looked back angrily, and immediately said, "Senior sister, cut off your minions first." ”

Shang Yu immediately comprehended, turned into a stringless guqin, and plucked the spiritual strings. The sound of the piano passed, and the enemy, who had cultivated a little lower, hummed incessantly in his brain, covered his head and struggled, and lost his combat strength.

Taking this opportunity, a boat cast a spell and released the water, sweeping by. This wave of water is like a river, but it has no attack power, and at best it can only disrupt the opponent's formation. However, she was a drunkard who didn't mean to drink, and seeing that her opponent was swept to the low-lying side, she turned her head and shouted, "Lei Shao." ”

Seeing her eyes, Lei Shao suddenly felt like a god, and a purple thunder hit the surface of the water, splitting a large piece in an instant.

He had never tried such an ingenious mine-carrying technique, saving him the trouble of trying to aim and taking the attack effect to the extreme. Lei Shao didn't give the other party half a chance to breathe, and before they could get up, he slashed wildly again and again, and he was quite interested.

The enemy, who had just escaped from the water, had not yet adapted to it, and since the attack began, they had been running rampant and uninhabited, not wanting to suffer such a heavy setback near the end of the day, and it was only a few unknown young men who were able to turn the tide.

They couldn't help but be furious, and rushed straight in this direction. A boat turned into an ice formation, and the ice picks were dense and sharp, hovering in front of the formation, confronting the enemy who tried to kill them. Wu Ning and Yimu directly dodged and rushed into the enemy camp and slaughtered all sides. The enemy was attacked on the belly and back, and the offensive was momentarily stagnant.

Yizhou took the opportunity to visit Aunt Qin, who had a dark face and spoke softly: "I'm fine, but I just had a tea discussion with the two elders, and I didn't notice that I was poisoned for a while." At present, the spiritual power is restrained and powerless to resist, and the army is in chaos, and there is no way to find a way to detoxify for a while. ”

While speaking, Yizhou had quickly probed with the spiritual flow, and Aunt Qin was indeed fine, and the poison did not hurt her life. It's just that she faintly feels that something is wrong, and the situation is critical and she has no time to think.

While meditating, another Elder Bai arranged for his disciples to form a formation to protect the Dharma so that they would not be overwhelmed.

So the three of them also joined the warband.

On weekdays, Elder Wu always puts the word cooperation on his lips, but they never know the essentials, and they are even a little annoyed to hear more than one boat. Now, under the real and cruel bloody inspiration, everyone instantly comprehended, effectively cooperated, and the combat power was doubled. Several people worked closely together, and they were almost on par with the invading brigade.

After a moment of stalemate in the melee, a horn sounded from the enemy's rear, and they formed a phalanx formation in response to the sound and did not attack for the time being. At this time, a secret door opened on the side of the dungeon, and a small group of people walked out of it. Looking at the enemy's respectful and bowed down appearance, the leader is probably their leader.

The man was dressed in a black robe, with a hood on his head, and a black mask on his face, which was really black from head to toe, and he couldn't see the half-doppelganger description. I saw that as soon as his left hand was raised, the enemy's phalanx quickly retreated more than ten meters, giving way to a large field.

This act is very puzzling, vacating the venue, is it because he wants to pay tribute before the soldiers, and turn enemies into friends? It's already like this, now let's talk about persuasion and shake hands again?

I saw that his left hand was held forward in a void, and a giant monster appeared out of thin air in the empty field in front of him, with a round head, and only a big futon eye growing on the front, staring at people with greedy eyes, as if staring at food.

It was purple and black, smelled fishy, had no neck, no waist and no limbs, and it looked like two balls piled up. There is a mouth, and it seems to grow on the stomach. The blood basin spurted wide, stretched out many purple-red tentacles like long worms, and danced its teeth and claws, freeing a giant octopus alive.

It turned out that those were just shrimp soldiers and crab generals before, and now that the venue has been vacated, the main event has just begun.

More than a dozen tentacles of the octopus monster attacked in unison, and they were engrossed, moving and dodging its edge, attacking in the cracks. However, the tentacles are thick and powerful, the frontal attack is really strong, and the number is so large and flexible that it is almost overwhelming, and it is quickly difficult for oneself to resist, and one side loses the other. Without paying attention, a boat was hit in the back and swept out when boarding.

Yimu was quick to move, dodged to catch her and sent her back, protecting her firmly behind him. When I turned around again, I almost changed my person.

His face was like an abyss, his eyes were like a cold pool, staring at the eyes of the octopus, and he was angry, as if he was staring at a dead thing.

The next moment, I didn't see how he moved, and a thick Dharma field emanated from his body, and more than ten gray and white vines stretched out from under his clothes, like a python, cold and murderous. The original brown eyes were as silent as dead ashes at the moment, and they were exactly the same as the gray and white vines.

He stood with his eyes open, one palm slammed forward, harnessing the vines, waving fiercely, without avoiding it, and slamming straight towards the other party, like an ice dryad that had lived for a thousand years.

The octopus monster was hit by him, like a flood when it suddenly crashed into a towering mountain, the attack was stagnant, and then it seemed to be cowardly, and the tentacles softened and lay on the ground, retreating backwards.

As soon as the octopus monster saw that it couldn't be defeated, it was determined to run. At this time, the black-robed man entrenched in the rear poured a majestic and domineering purple spiritual power into it, preventing it from retreating. It can only hang its eyes aggrievedly and gather strength, and meet it head-on.

Yimu changed his palm and turned the momentum, controlling the vines to turn in the air, and multi-pronged push to cut, and his momentum was to cut the opponent's tentacles! If you look closely, the vines are wrapped in a layer of cold ice, sharp and sharp, and when you wave it in the air, the tentacles that dare to stretch out are all cut in two!

Immediately, the vine offensive did not stop, and turned sideways into a sweep, sweeping through the enemy camp, and everywhere it passed, the enemy was stopped and slashed, and the corpses were separated.

Lei Shao was already completely stunned, he was incoherent, and asked in a trembling voice, "Brother Lin is human, right?" It's not a demon, is it? His spell, I see, I see ......"

He stretched his long neck and looked very hard for a long time, but soon he was deflated and said with a depressed face: "I don't understand! ”

Not only did he not understand, but he was also confused. If he was who she thought he was, he should have practiced wood-based spells. But how could a wood-based spell be so cold and lifeless?