Ten fingers flicked and danced, and in front of him, the large miniature version of the storm sphere rotated.

Manipulating the subtle and beautiful small sphere to remotely control the huge cyclone overhead, the surrounding sky continued to bloom with spell light, stirring up black clouds, and Bai Yujun closed his eyes and didn't look at the storm calmly......

Suspended two feet above the ground, his long white hair fluttering wildly, his hair covering his pretty face.

The long tail is gently rocking at will.

The colorful orbs between the dragon horns are agitated, assisted by Bai Yujun to drive the wind and clouds, and the white clothes are hunting.

The faint fluorescence is a touch of white under the dim sky, no matter how fierce the battle is, they don't raise their eyes, and the two Qianqian's thin hands jump and dance smartly, trying to compress and increase the power of the storm.

Xu Ling blocked the aftermath of Bai Yujun's attack on the inside, most of which were intercepted by the more aggressive Yang Mu, although Mu Duo's methods were mysterious, there was still a gap compared to Yang Mu, and Yang Mu was more experienced in fighting in the fortress with the Chunyang Palace.

A few more zombies are desperately approaching the Storm Zone......

"Stop them!"

The spiritual power sword flies, and the Tai Chi Bagua diagram flashes with light!

Yang Mu's face was calm, and he assisted the same door to force the zombies to retreat!

The scene was too chaotic and disorderly, a black-gray death-air attack penetrated the defense and flew towards Bai Yujun, like a fairy's death-like Bai Yujun did not move, and finally the death-like attack swept past him and hit the mountain slope, and the grass and trees withered and died.

As soon as the density was sparse, two more gray-black dead qi struck......

Bai Yujun still bowed his head, and the dead air was getting closer and closer!

Just when the gray-black dead air was about to come to his body, he was suddenly bounced open, and a white oil-paper umbrella slowly opened, snow-white, and the flowers on the umbrella surface slowly bloomed, gently turning around Bai Yujun, flashing quickly and slowly to resist the attack, and the mysterious paper umbrella showed its strength.

In fact, Bai Yujun was very anxious in his heart, he didn't have the idea of being a hero to attract firepower when he was a child, and he was afraid that he would have run away a long time ago according to his previous habits.

and can't stop controlling the wind and clouds, otherwise all the previous achievements will be wasted.

"Be careful!"

Mu Duo shouted, and saw a ghost-headed knife draw an arc and fly around several Pure Yang Cultivators!

The timing was very accurate, the white paper umbrella was resisting the attack on the other side, the ghost head knife was still moving forward, Mu Duo hurriedly threw out the thin knife to block it, but he didn't expect the force to be extremely heavy and it was bounced away......

Just when the rusty ghost head big knife was about to hit, Bai Yujun waved his tail violently!

While~!

The sturdy scales hit the blade with an oblique plane, and the friction between the blade and the scales brought up a string of sparks that were knocked out of direction, and swept past Bai Yujun's side and pierced into the mountain peak rock!

Because of the huge force, the ghost head knife piercing the rock trembled for a long time before it was quiet.

Xiu's eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and the interference is too big to affect the talent.

Remembering that thunder and lightning have an oppressive deterrent effect on ghosts and evil spirits, he pulled down a few lightning bolts from the sky and wandered around, and the high-level zombies fighting around had to retreat away.

The fighting continued until the sunset, and no one could help anyone when both sides were tired, and the zombies retreated.

Although the zombies have retreated, Bai Yujun still has not stopped, and is still constantly pulling out distant rain clouds to gather and continuously increase the wind, busy for several days and nights, and the pressure is extremely high.

In the early hours of the same night, the zombies attacked again and were blocked.

Yuan Xiu is also accustomed to the abnormality in the sky, and he can't see the blue moon at night, and Yaxing is no longer composing poetry.

The thunder and gusts of wind in the direction of the high mountains in the Guannai area whined like a god's cry, and the lightning illuminated the outline of the black clouds at night, and also illuminated the rotating storm sphere, and the figure on the top of the mountain became clearer......

Heaven and earth are as powerful as hell, and the extreme climate causes restlessness in the sea of corpses outside the gate.

It's not just restless rotting corpses trying to escape, it's birds and beasts that are closer to the mountains screaming and leaving.

In fact, Bai Yujun had tried his best to lift the storm ball high in the air, but the action was too big and very eye-catching, from the ground it was a scene of the end of the world, and from the sky to the sea of clouds stirring and circling was another picture.

With the current strength gathered and compressed for ten consecutive days, no matter where it erupts, it will be a disaster.

Day 8......

Day 9......

On the tenth day, Bai Yujun felt that he could not continue to compress any longer, at this moment the huge cyclone above his head was comparable to the most terrifying typhoon, and the fingers that manipulated the miniature storm ball trembled faintly, and several times he was tired and wanted to find a random place to throw this thing out.

Perhaps knowing that it could not interrupt the manipulation of the storm, the zombies simply died down in the later stage.

In the early morning of the tenth day, he was summoned back to the Chunyang Palace station, and then, a certain white left the mountain with a miniature version of the storm ball......

The movement of the huge storm sphere attracted the attention of many people, and the direction should be to bypass the fortress from the side to get out, and everyone in the fortress breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Jiaolong for his mercy, such a big ball, once it exploded above the fortress's head, it is estimated that there will not be even a brick left in the end.

There are many powerful powers on the alliance side, and they fly into the sky to prevent zombies from blocking them.

The strange thing is that the powerful zombie hidden behind still hasn't appeared, and the more Yu Rong and other alliance powerhouses can't see their opponents, the more worried they are, lest the terrible zombie have a premeditated plan.

Very calm, Yu Rong always felt that something was wrong......

Bai Yujun shook his tail and turned over the mountains, then turned and moved towards the funnel plain outside the fortress.

In fact, when moving, the movement is very large, and the storm ball whines and thunders.

The sky was gloomy and depressing.

It is very peculiar to look at it from the high altitude above the clouds, the endless black sea of clouds from time to time has lightning lightning that instantly illuminates and disappears, the whole cloud slowly rotates and moves clockwise, the middle is not the eye of the storm, but a huge turbid sphere, bypassing the fortress, turning over the mountains and going straight to the wasteland outside the pass!

On the top of the beacon tower, on the Great Wall of the mountains, countless defenders looked at the sky in a daze.

Rich death, deep in the cold and dark place.

The pitch-black figure at the top looked up, there were no faces, no red eyes, no fangs, nothing, the broken helmet was as black as an abyss, the black figure stood up, grabbed an old and broken spear, scratched and rusted, and left the high platform of the skeletons with fear......

"Dragons, rare to see, good. ”

The voice was hoarse and harsh, like a whisper in the ear, and the high-level zombies who were close to the ground knelt and trembled.

Call~

The spear in his hand burned with blood-red flames......

Outside the customs.

Bai Yujun, who was pushing the storm ball forward, suddenly frowned, looked at the north with a solemn expression, and looked at the many high-level monks around him who were Dharma protectors, they were afraid that the majestic power of heaven and earth contained in the storm ball would retreat far away, and everyone had the experience of missing it, for fear that a certain Jiao who controlled the storm ball would make a mistake and cause a tragedy.

I thought about it.

Suddenly, a mist filled the air to cover Bai Yujun's figure, and soon reappeared.

The storm ball has been far enough away from the fortress, the power of the vast heaven and earth is so violent that the sea of corpses is restless, and they want to escape but can't move because they are too crowded, and the dead air in the sky is also attracted or dispersed by the sphere, and endless black clouds replace the filthy dead air to cover the sky, and the thunder and lightning flicker frequently to purify the dead air......

I felt that it was almost over, and the little hand pressed down the miniature version of the storm ball in my hand!

In the distance, a pitch-black figure walked out of the thick dead air, and the blood-red flames of the broken spear in his hand burned......

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