Chapter 235: Silver Dream Butterfly

Zhao Keyuan glanced at Sun Mei, and he himself sighed rarely: "If you enter the Forbidden Yuan Pool at least every month and soak for a few days in a row, it will be like this." ”

"What? Forbidden Yuan Pool, and it's still soaked for a few days in a row!" Hearing this, Sun Mei was also shocked.

The forbidden yuan pool is indeed a treasure place for disciples to cultivate in the sect, but in that place, as long as people go in, the flow of mana will immediately become extremely slow, although in that case, the operation of mana can stimulate the meridians, make the mana flow faster, and the control of mana is more refined, but everyone knows that in addition to this effect, there is also a side effect, that is, after entering it, with the flow of mana, at most after one or two hours, the tendons and veins in the body will be as if they are drilled into the body like a few insects and ants gnawing, the pain is unbearable, and the longer the stay, the heavier the painand a day later, it was like being tortured.

Sun Mei also entered the Forbidden Yuan Pool several times, but at most it only lasted more than a day, she really didn't dare to imagine that someone could soak in it for several days in a row, and the pain at the last moment would be terrifying.

At this time, Sun Mei was looking at the woman who was even more beautiful than herself, and her heart was also full of admiration.

Although Chen Yayue admitted defeat, Xie Ruolan did not stop until she finally completed her carving, then she breathed a sigh of relief, and then hugged Chen Yayue and said, "Senior Brother Chen, admit it!"

"Sister Xie is too exaggerated, she really picked Chen Yayue off, it seems that I have to work harder!" Hong'er was also eager to try.

Lin Haoming glanced at this little guy, it seemed that she seemed to have a strong fighting spirit, but soon Lin Haoming realized that he had misseen this little fox. When it was the girl's turn, she decisively chose a disciple who cultivated "Blood Refining*", but that disciple was exactly the same as Li Zhao, and she lost to the girl very aggrieved.

This Blood Refining Sect Great Competition, although there have been disciples who won the second round one after another to defeat the original Heavenly Rank disciples, but they have never seen such a victory method, which makes many people feel that this Great Comparison is really fresh.

After the little girl's victory. Smiling his eyes smugly, he looked at her. Obviously very happy with his performance.

Lin Haoming didn't have anything to say to her, a ghost spirit, and at this time it was Ling Hong's turn.

Coming to the ring, Ling Hong did not hesitate at all, and said directly: "Disciple challenges Jiang Lanye!"

Jiang Lanye was the lowest-ranked disciple of the original Eighteen Heavenly Grades. He was challenged to be something that anyone would think of, but he didn't expect that when it was his turn, he would already be the fourth.

Of course, Jiang Lanye was not sloppy in this regard, he had also seen Ling Hong's competition before, and knew that this woman was not simple.

The two of them stood in the ring, and the atmosphere was completely different from the one in front.

When the competition officially began, Ling Hong's hand was raised, and twelve flying swords were sacrificed at the same time, heading towards Jiang Lanye.

Jiang Lanye was also shocked when she saw Ling Hong's hand, you know. Ling Hong had only sacrificed six flying swords before, and it seemed that it was not so simple for her to rush to the sixteenth floor of the Dust Tower.

Of course, Jiang Lanye can't just watch. Both hands pointed continuously, and suddenly dozens of silver silk threads flew out, winding directly towards the flying sword.

Ling Hong seemed to have guessed that Jiang Lanye would have this hand, the jade fingers were connected, and the twelve flying swords dodged those silk threads as if they were dancing in the air, and then directly placed a sword formation around Jiang Lanye.

"Hmm, Tiangang Sword Formation!" Sun Mei had already accepted Ling Hong as a disciple. At this moment, I was slightly shocked to see her put on such a sword formation.

This Tiangang Sword Formation was not originally a sect's exercise, thousands of years ago, after the Blood Refining Sect destroyed a sword cultivation sect. This was snatched from the hands of that sect, according to Sun Mei's understanding, this Tiangang Sword Formation was cultivated to the later stage, and it was necessary to lay down thirty-six flying swords at the same time, and there was almost no possibility of breaking through the sword formation at the same level, and now Ling Hong was obviously far from reaching this level, but even if he could control twelve flying swords, it was already very difficult, and it seemed that this battle should be able to be won.

Sun Mei was happy in her heart, and the occupation in front of her was also developing in the direction she wanted, but just when Jiang Lan saw that the sword array was about to cut through her silver wire defense, she suddenly slapped the storage bag, and then a colorful butterfly the size of a watermelon flew out.

"Ah! Senior Brother Jiang's silver dream has turned into a butterfly, and now Senior Sister Ling is in difficulty!" At this time, Yuan Caiyi suddenly shouted.

Yuan Caiyi was already in the top few in line, and when she heard her call, Hong'er asked curiously, "Sister Yuan, is that Silver Dream Silkworm Butterfly very powerful?"

Yuan Caiyi didn't answer directly, but said, "See for yourself!"

Hong'er listened, looked towards the ring, just looking, it didn't seem to be anything, but when the divine sense was released, her face sank instantly, and then she immediately took the divine consciousness back, and a layer of blush appeared on her face.

"How is it?" Yuan Caiyi noticed her reaction and asked deliberately.

Hong'er's beautiful eyes widened, and she said angrily: "That Jiang Lanye is really a bastard, he actually conjured up such a disgusting thing, if I were Ling Hong, I would definitely dismantle him!"

"It's useless to be angry, you didn't see it, Senior Sister Ling is already trapped in this illusion!" Yuan Caiyi pointed at Ling Hong.

But just as she was fingering, she saw Ling Hong suddenly let out a scream, and then raised one hand, and an ancient mirror appeared in her hand.

She squirted out a mouthful of essence blood directly into the mirror, and in a flash of inspiration, the ancient mirror suddenly shone brightly, and in an instant, the wings of the silver dream butterfly trembled rapidly.

When Jiang Lanye saw it, he secretly screamed in his heart, and immediately sacrificed a magic conch, put it in his mouth and blew it directly, and instantly a slightly strange sound sounded, and with that sound, the mirror in Ling Hong's hand actually kept trembling, looking as if it was about to be shattered by this sound.

Ling Hong also knew that the situation was not good, and immediately spewed out a mouthful of essence blood towards the ancient mirror again, and at the same time turned the ancient mirror over, and suddenly the original white light of the ancient mirror changed, turned into colorful colors, and swept towards Jiang Lanye.

This change immediately suppressed Jiang Lanye's conch voice, and even the voice became trembling, Jiang Lanye also felt the strong pressure of the colorful light, and then he was about to break the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out from the tip of his tongue, but I don't know why, when the essence blood was integrated into this magic weapon, the magic weapon was a little unbearable, and suddenly it vibrated in his hand.

"Not good!" Jiang Lanye shouted when he saw this, and then directly threw out the magic conch, and the magic conch exploded directly in mid-air, turning into countless fragments.

Lin Haoming was near the ring, and one of the larger fragments flew directly towards Lin Haoming, he grabbed the fragment casually, and just wanted to throw it, but his face changed instantly, just now, he actually felt a stream of merit passed from the fragment. (To be continued)