Lu Linxi thought he was wrong at first, but now he didn't want to waste any more time on confirming Lu Ping's true intentions, since Lu Ping wanted him to aim at Qianji, he just did it.

The situation could not get any worse, and he could only trust that his father's instructions would be more than enough to help them survive.

He used his fingers, which were still barely conscious, and with the help of the cold ice of the Northern Meditation Cultivator, it took a lot of effort to aim the thousand machines in Lu Ping's direction, but he still didn't have a bottom in his heart now.

The distance between Lu Ping and them is relatively far, the altitude, the wind direction, and many other factors can affect the trajectory of the only ice bullet, in case he doesn't succeed in hitting Lu Ping, he really has no choice.

However, he did not hesitate because of this, and the current situation did not allow him to have such negative emotions at all.

The moment he let go of Qianji, Bei Mingxiu pulled the trigger through the cold ice, and the ice bullet shot out like a meteor and flew straight in the direction of Lu Ping.

But at the same time, Song Cihe's shouting and scolding also came at this time, and then Lu Linxi's body was directly swept away by a whistling fire wind.

"Little brute, are you looking for death!"

Lu Linxi was really glad at this time, he didn't remove the protection of the Heavenly Plane Rune Armor before he was poisoned by the drunken autumn wind, otherwise if he was to survive Song Cihe's attack with his body now, he might not be able to stand it.

He is really convinced by Wu Qingqian now.

From childhood to adulthood, his relationship with Wu Qingqian was not good, and he had to fight each other to share life and death, but Wu Qingqian's indomitable will in the face of Song Cihe made him call her sister from the bottom of his heart.

But when he was swept away by the fire wind, Lu Linxi glanced at the ice bullet that shot out, and all the thoughts in his heart turned into four words: big things and bad things.

The flight trajectory of the ice bullet is a little off, if it continues to fly, it should only fall next to Lu Ping, and in the next second, this expected scenario is estimated to become a reality.

At that point, they really have nothing to do.

At this time, the voice of the Northern Meditation Cultivator was not loud: "Don't worry, you can hit it." ”

As soon as his words fell, he saw that the ice bullet that was about to fall next to Lu Ping suddenly turned slightly and hit Lu Ping's chest directly.

Lu Linxi knew in his heart that the ice bullet was a good trick that Bei Ming Xiu had played since he was a child, and if he wanted to control an ice bullet to make any changes, even if he was paralyzed there now, he could easily do it.

Now he can finally put his mind at ease and concentrate on worrying about himself.

But at this moment, he saw an ice bullet flying out again, and he couldn't help but smile on his face.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator now has no strength to launch the ice marble on his own.

But in his sleeve, there has always been a mechanism specially used to launch ice bullets, which is his Lu Linxi's proud work.

This ice bullet was shot at Song Cihe, and at the same time, more than ten ice bullets rose into the air on the ground, as if they were absorbed, and gathered towards the launched ice bullet, and the trajectory of these ice bullets mostly coincided with Song Cihe.

It turned out that the Northern Meditation Cultivator didn't know when, he had already quietly rolled down the ice bullets on his body, with the help of the terrain, no matter how weak he was when he threw out the ice bullets, these ice bullets could always roll not far from Song Cihe, and the ice bullets shot by Ning Frost were not only his killing moves against Song Cihe, but also a signal to guide these scattered ice bullets to attack back.

However, the layout of these ice marbles cannot be controlled by the Northern Meditation Cultivator, which means that there is actually a lot of randomness in this lore attack, in case Song Ci and himself are not on the trajectory of any of the ice marbles returning, this must-kill blow will almost become a joke.

Fortunately, the luck of the Northern Meditation Cultivator was good, and there were four ice bullets that successfully blocked Song Cihe's movements, and the most important one forced Song Cihe to cast a spell to defend, and he had no time to take care of Lu Linxi and Lu Ping's movements for the time being.

But this blow failed to kill Song Cihe after all, and when the last ice bullet exploded, Song Cihe's angry voice came: "Northern Meditation Cultivator, don't think that I really dare not kill you!"

Bei Ming Xiu smiled and said, "You are free, but I advise you to worry about yourself." ”

Hearing this, Song Cihe's heartbeat rose again when he had just calmed down.

Cold sweat gradually oozed from the corners of his forehead, and before he could think about it, a fiery wind blew in one direction.

There was originally a person lying in that direction.

The man he feared the most.

......

No one paid attention to Lu Ping's appearance after being hit by an ice bullet, but if anyone saw Lu Ping's current appearance, they would definitely be surprised.

The ice marble was imprinted on his chest, constantly whirling, and with each turn, an invisible force seemed to pour out, and the ice marble shrank in a circle.

Not far away, Qi Wei struggled to open his eyes, and when he caught a glimpse of Lu Ping's current state, he sighed silently in his heart.

This kind of whirling power, he is no stranger, when he collided with Lu Ping before, what he was most guarded against was that Lu Ping had never used this exercise in front of others, even he deduced the general purpose of this exercise from the clues, and made a certain precaution, Rao is so, at this time, the meridians in his only remaining right arm have been twisted into a ball, if he was not interrupted by Song Ci and the drunken autumn wind, he expected that he might still be defeated, although there is a hard reason why his spiritual power cultivation is not as good as Lu Ping, he will still be completely defeated after all。

He has been abolished, and he has been defeated in this internal war of the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain, and his current wish is only to see Song Cihe's death.

If Lu Ping wins, the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain can at least be regarded as the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain, but if the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain fall into the hands of Song Cihe, the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain will probably no longer be the Eight Gates of the Ghost Domain.

It's a pity that after all, he was the king and the loser, and he was completely defeated.

Qi Weibian closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and at this moment, a smile appeared on Lu Ping's face, and the ice bullet was finally consumed.

The sky is spinning eight times.

This is Lu Ping's cultivation method, and it is also the biggest secret of his cultivation.

When the ice bullet invaded his body, the spiritual power controlled by the drunken autumn wind naturally gave birth to a whirling resistance force, which directly caused the original stagnant water like spiritual power to start circulating again, and moved the whole body, when Song Cihe turned around, the spiritual power fluctuations on Lu Ping's body had already shrouded him.

This time, the coercion was not as restrained and imperceptible as before, this was the real coercion, from the coercion of the eighth-order peak great cultivator.

Song Cihe also set his eyes on Lu Ping's body at this time, and sneered: "You...... What if your spiritual power can be operated, as long as the drunken autumn wind can't work, you can't be lucky at all!"

Lu Ping just said calmly: "You can try." ”

Song Ci screamed, and with a wave of the folding fan in his hand, he blew out the most blazing fire wind he could exert now, but as soon as the fire wind blew beside Lu Ping, it seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier, and it was completely consumed in the vortex aggregation, and it couldn't hit Lu Ping at all.

That was the defense composed of spiritual power, and Song Cihe's cultivation realm was far from being able to break through his defense, not to mention that the strongest point of the sky was his almost invulnerable defensive ability.

Song Cihe couldn't help but gasp, even if he wanted to calm down, it was difficult to do it, and then he discovered a terrifying fact.

Lu Ping picked up a pebble on the ground, his hand had regained consciousness!

The eight turns of the sky not only opened up his meridians, but also allowed him to force out the medicinal properties of the drunken autumn wind with his whirling spiritual power!

Song Cihe gritted his teeth and decided to break the boat.

He intends to set the mountain on fire and destroy everyone here in a sea of fire.

Originally, he didn't plan to do this, and he kept controlling the fire and wind to not contaminate the flowers and trees, because once the fire started, he might not be able to run out himself.

But now only in this way can he fight for a chance to survive.

Song Cihe thought so, and was about to put it into practice, when he suddenly felt that his head was empty, and the movements of the whole person were also stagnant, and the gathered spiritual power suddenly dispersed.

He immediately understood what was going on.

He was attacked by the mind.

It was Qi Weibian who attacked him!

Song Cihe really wanted to ask Qi Weibian, shouldn't you blast this last hole card at Lu Ping, but now, he can't think about it, let alone ask Qi Weibian who is still lying there.

A stone pierced his skull, and the master of the Gate of Hades finally left this world with doubts and remorse.