Suddenly, everyone understood that Red was the first person to walk in the front. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info seems to be intent on resolving all the shame in this battle.

The carefully ambushed corpse demon was recognized by Zhao Yiwen and suffered a heavy blow, and the low-level ghost cultivators who had been defeated before were all wiped out here. The cultivators under Qin Feng's seat did not pay much price for this.

I don't know how many miles I have traveled, and the sight suddenly brightens up, and the dark green ghost fire illuminates the huge hall. A white wall blocked everyone's way.

Qin Feng couldn't help but be shocked: "The wall of bones, no, this is alive." This may be the evil aura that Zhao Yiwen sensed before. The stench could be smelled more than a mile away, and the black blood was still in the skeleton's hollow eye sockets.

The wall of the dead composed of countless corpses wept and wailed, turning into white bones and just sticking to the arm of a little bit of flesh and frantically grabbing in the direction of Qin Feng and the others, as if they wanted to drag people down the abyss of pain and feel the pain of not wanting to live.

Without probing his divine thoughts, Qin Feng could sense the majestic aura of spiritual power behind this wall of the dead, "This is it!" Seeing that the monks were stunned by the countless bones in front of them. Qin Feng suddenly jumped up, "Follow me!" As he spoke, ten phantom swords appeared, stirring around his left hand like a whirlpool!

"Go!" Qin Feng snorted lightly and threw it in his hand. The phantom sword entangled and turned, the farther away it became, the more urgent it became, and in the end, it turned into an incomparably fierce red whirlwind, blasting towards the wall of the undead!

There was a loud bang, and I don't know how many dead souls died under one blow. The rotten flesh and bone dust outside the edge of the explosion overflowed, but Qin Feng did not have the slightest joy. Beneath a pit five meters in diameter, the wall of bones still hasn't been blasted through. On the contrary, it seems to have aroused the ferocity of the revenants even more, no longer crying but roaring and cursing fiercely.

Before Qin Feng could do another spell, an eerie voice came from all directions in the main hall: "Kill them all!" "In an instant, the wall of the dead collapsed, turning into tens of thousands of skeletons, rotting and killing. Instead, there was a pale blue and green enchantment, protecting hundreds of ghost cultivators behind them who were casting some secret techniques.

These undead seem to still have the consciousness of life, and they are still whispering:

"All the living, go to death!"

"Don't resist. ”

"Give me peace. ”

"Poor, have pity on us......"

Qin Feng was immediately overjoyed, and it seemed that he didn't have to fight with these revenants. Immediately signaling all the cultivators under his command not to attack first, he used his spiritual energy and shouted loudly: "You all stand down, I, Qin Feng, promise you! It will give you liberation, and will do it for you to return your remnants to the six realms. ”

However, contrary to people's wishes, these words were ignored by these dead souls, "These words, let's talk to us when you die." On the contrary, in the few breaths of talking, he was brought a lot closer.

"Damn, it seems that these minions must be dealt with first!" gritting his teeth, Qin Feng withdrew his twin swords and sacrificed the Soul Splitting Bow. Three arrows in his hand.

Flameburst, flameburst, flameburst.

After hitting the target, it turned into three huge fireballs and burst, and in an instant, fireworks flew in the sky, and the entire hall almost turned into a sea of fire, and at the same time, the explosion also made the blue bricks on the zenith fall non-stop, as if the hall would collapse at any time.

Such a terrifying power, but it still makes the battle situation not optimistic. The spiritual fire that subdued the low-level undead did not achieve much success this time, except for the hundreds of bones and rotting corpses that were engulfed in the center of the fireball explosion, the aftermath and wanton flames did not stop the other undead. Flames can't melt this fragile bone. As for the spells used by the other monks, they did not achieve many gratifying results.

Only then did Qin Feng notice: "Is this also a refined-made construct!" Although these skeletons are humanoid, their bones are unusually wide and thick, as strong as the bones of spirit beasts.

The undead fought back, with bones as bows and tendons as strings. Thousands of arrows burning with phosphorus fire rained down. There were even dozens of skeleton warriors with wings on their backs and bones holding bone weapons to kill Qin Feng.

In an instant, Qin Feng slashed out five swords. The speed was even so fast that layers of sword shadows flashed almost at the same time, and dozens of undead holding various bone weapons were suddenly shot down and they didn't know whether they were alive or dead.

However, at this moment, the rain of arrows was coming, Qin Feng's wrist flicked, and in an instant, the sword was retracted, and the Jieli Sword flipped in the palm of his hand like a whirlpool to protect his body, and countless arrows burning with phosphorus fire struck, and they were all caught in it. The body of the arrow was severed, and only the tenacious arrow with phosphorus fire swirled as the sword danced. From afar, it looks like a pale withered flower.

And then. Only the piercing sound of the exchange of gold and stone was heard, but it was Qin Feng who threw out the cold stars in the sky, and more than a hundred cold iron dragged the pale phosphorus fire like meteors into the formation of the undead archers.

At the same time, there was some superfluous shouting: "Zeatic, offer your shield of faith for protection." The rest of you hurry up and sacrifice your magic weapons to attack the skeleton archers!" "The cultivators had already used their supernatural powers and magic weapons to attack under the protection of the fanatics, but more than a dozen people fell in an instant, all of them were fanatics and several qi refiners among the cultivators.

The nightmare finally couldn't help but make a move, "Hmph, do you think you're going to summon the revenant?" Facing the rain of arrows, he spread his wings and flew in front of Qin Feng, grasping his right hand, and suddenly the black flame continued to condense in his hand, and in the end, it turned into substance, flowing to the ground like a spring in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a raging tide, like a huge wave, slapping towards the undead who were close at hand.

"This kind of power, it seems that the competition at the celebration banquet last month ago really didn't use all its strength. I saw that even if these undead were stained with a little bit of this water-like black flame, they suddenly fell to the ground and wailed, but they did not see any damage to their bodies, but a trace of green smoke burned out from the black flame. It can directly scorch the soul through the entity!" Qin Feng was suddenly attracted by the method of the nightmare, and he couldn't help but smack his tongue in his heart.

But there's more to the Nightmare's methods than that. When the spring held up in his hand no longer fell on this filthy thing, he played a trick in his hand again, and sneered: "Your immortal art is really insulting to the prestige of ghost cultivation. Disperse for me!" Suddenly, the waves of black flame that turned into tides suddenly stopped. Hearing the murmur in the main hall, the sticky black flame like silt turned into hundreds of violently burning ghosts, holding the burning black sword to attack the undead around him.

For a moment, Qin Feng was a little stunned. The Evil Nightmare is already so powerful? Where is this the supernatural power that the Foundation Builder Ghost Cultivator can use!Black Flame? Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the Soul Flame now.

Seeing Qin Feng's appearance, the nightmare couldn't help but be a little proud, and he hugged his chest with both hands and said, "Master, it's not bad." ”

I saw that under the battlefield, the ghosts transformed by black flames were not afraid of physical attacks at all, and countless undead could only use phosphorus fire to slightly stir their illusory spirits. It seems to have turned into an invisible wall, blocking and slaughtering the undead attack.

Qin Feng didn't answer, his expression changed dramatically. I finally understood why I felt a filthy power when the nightmare had a quarrel with Danhua and sacrificed the black flame. It turned out that it had used the evil method to refine the black flame, otherwise how could this strange ghost manifest from it?

Not only did he not like it, Qin Feng even opened his mouth to reprimand, this kind of behavior is really hurtful. However, in the end, Qin Feng still didn't say anything, if it weren't for the evil nightmare to turn the tide, otherwise this short battle, I don't know how many monks would die under the seat, and it was even very likely that the army would be defeated and retreated, and it would never recover......

Sighing silently, Qin Feng shook his head vigorously, put this thought behind him for the time being, and shouted to the people behind him who were still stunned: "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and attack!"

With an order, everyone suddenly sacrificed the spells and magic weapons in their hands. Qin Feng and his entourage even entered the enemy formation.

Zhao Yiwen and Lei De, especially the five existences that cannot be measured by worldly power at all, are as unstoppable as a torrent to kill a path of bones. Qin Feng, Nightmare, and Danhua, the existence of the three of them all has no less power than that of the Monk Jiedan, although Red lacks combat experience, but the body transformed by Danhua has great power. However, Zhao Yiwen, who is slightly inferior in strength, has a Qiankun bag on her waist like a treasure bag, and the talismans and magic weapons are constantly sacrificed, but she has achieved good results.

This made Qin Feng quite surprised, you must know that there are extremely high requirements for spiritual consciousness in a short period of time, and it seems that Zhao Yiwen has really worked the cultivation of spiritual sense.

The lord and the leaders took the lead, and immediately aroused the blood of all the cultivators, especially the fanatics and the spider-men. The monks used Dao reinforcements behind them, sniping at the sneak attacks of the skeleton shooters.

"Beware of bloated carrions that will blow themselves up before they die. Anyone who has a long-range attack will be given priority to deal with this thing. ”

"Spider-Man, drag the flying skeletons from the sky. ”

"Zealotics, don't rush too far. Just guard the left and right wings. Our goal is to break through the barrier ahead, not to consume these minions!"

......

In the face of danger, Qin Feng responded in the center, looking at the six roads, and the orders were issued in time. I don't know when, but I got used to such wars.

Waving the bee sting of his right arm, Red roared excitedly: "Destroy, kill them, kill!" I don't know if it was because he was infected by the power of his right arm, his eyes were red, and the whole person looked very reckless. It's like a berserker who has lost his mind.

Finally, the barrier in front of me was getting closer and closer, and it was only less than a hundred meters. Qin Feng could even see the panicked expression of the ghost cultivator who was running the formation, but he seemed to be restrained by that formation. Nearly a hundred ghost cultivators were still sitting cross-legged on the ground, and none of them stood up to fight.

At such a close distance, there were already monks who tried to attack the barrier with magic from time to time, but no matter what kind of spell, even magic weapons, they would be refracted like a mirror at the caster.