Ye Qing's gaze continued to sweep over the Nine Palaces Hall of Nuoda, and the array of the entire hall should be in it.

Suddenly, I remembered that when I first came here, although the surroundings were closed, there was still fresh air and aura, and when I thought about it at this time, it must be because of the relationship between the array and the eye here.

Ye Qing's eyes scanned back and forth in the surroundings, and suddenly settled on the golden mountain formed by the golden sand.

'Huh' right hand condensed into a sword finger, and with a finger pointing out, a sword qi several meters long suddenly came out.

'Boom' Those golden sands were instantly separated by this sword qi, like a mountain that had been cut in half, and there was a deep and long canyon in the middle.

And in the middle of the golden mountains on both sides, the jasper fairy coffin was still lying there quietly.

Ye Qing stepped forward slowly, his palm gently stroked the top of the jasper immortal coffin, and the warm feeling came to his heart, and Ye Qing gently pulled it.

The 'Kaziz' jasper coffin suddenly began to slide along the ground.

Ye Qing raised his eyebrows, and the power in his hand instantly increased, and he pulled suddenly.

A burst of white light emanated from the bottom of the jasper immortal coffin in an instant, and then enveloped the entire Nine Palaces Hall.

And at the six foggy formations, powerful breaths leaked out from inside.

Ye Qing's face changed, and now as a Sword Sect, his perception was no longer comparable to the Innate Great Perfection.

In just an instant, he could feel that within those six formations, there were more than a dozen cultivators' auras entrenched inside, and several of them revealed cultivation that far surpassed his own.

'Woo' Just when the jasper immortal coffin array was opened, directly in front of Ye Qing, on the wall of the main hall of the Nine Palaces, a stone door appeared out of thin air, and Ye Qing didn't want to carry the Seven Star Steps and quickly entered it.

And in the hall behind him, there were six misty formations. Bursts of white light overflowed, followed by bursts of intense monkly aura and bursts of terrible roars.

Here, it is the eye of the Liuhe array, and the jasper immortal coffin is the place where the eye of the array is lifted, the jasper immortal coffin is moved by Ye Qing, and the Liuhe array is naturally broken, unless the jasper immortal coffin returns to its original position, the hexagram will be restarted.

A rain of swords poured down from the sky. There is no place to hide in the heavens and the earth, from the original thousands, to tens of thousands, to hundreds of thousands, to millions, a steady stream of sword rain appeared one after another.

Changkong is already at the end of the crossbow, this is too powerful, it is not at all something that he can fight against as a sword sect.

He looked around. There was not the slightest shadow of anything other than the long sword that made people feel hairy. Even Yunqin. I don't know what her situation is at this time.

The long swords that had stopped in place suddenly seemed to come to life again, shooting towards the sky like locusts.

Changkong weakly held the sword in his hand, and looked at the sword rain that was inexhaustible, scattered, and useless with a somewhat desperate face.

"Heaven will kill me. Changkong closed his eyes and greeted the fate of being pierced by thousands of long swords in the next moment.

Exhaustion. Even the spiritual power has been hit hard, and in the face of this situation, the only one who can still be immortal is the Sword Emperor.

The sword wind whistled in his ears. Fierce sword qi even scratched through his skin, and blood gushed and left.

Suddenly, Changkong seemed to feel a strong golden light surging in front of him, and he knew that the next moment he would be wiped out.

"Changkong Daoist?" A familiar voice came from his ears, and Changkong's heart was shocked, and the stinging sword qi around his body seemed to have disappeared, this voice

Changkong opened his eyes, and in an instant, he felt an extremely strong golden light fill his eyes, closed them slightly, and opened them again, and after adapting, he saw Yunqin standing there covered in injuries, looking at himself in surprise.

"Daoist friend Yunqin?" Changkong looked at Yunqin in surprise, and then regardless of the injuries on his body, he took two steps forward, looking straight at the entire empty hall.

"This is" Changkong looked at Yun Qin suspiciously, but saw that Yun Qin also shook his head, although his heart was full of doubts, he still looked at each other and smiled, after all, it is still a very happy thing to be able to escape from death.

"Sect Master, no, no, no" A female disciple hugged another female disciple with teary eyes, and a gurgling of blood continued to flow from the chest of the female disciple who was being held.

Her breathing gradually became rapid and weak, and suddenly, she grabbed Lan Qinghe with both hands, and a pair of bright eyes stared at Lan Qinghe tightly, and finally, it slowly dimmed.

She died, Lan Qinghe's heart ached, it hurt, and in the blink of an eye, there were already seven elite disciples buried here, looking at the mountains of corpses outside Shandong, and the puppet army that was still rushing over.

They have to die in the end!

This is a cruel fact, a cruel fact that is cruel and has to be accepted.

"Sect Master, what to do, what to do. Looking at the corpses of many senior brothers and sisters around her, the female disciple was obviously a little overwhelmed and said.

Before Lan Qinghe could speak, she saw a streamer flying into the cave, and the face of the female disciple who was crying in front of her instantly froze, and finally she looked at Lan Qinghe with that frightened gaze for the last time, and her whole body fell down heavily.

An arrow, an arrow made of dark iron, with poison enough to kill the innate monk.

The arrow passed through the female disciple's white and flawless neck, bringing out wisps of brilliant blood.

"Be careful, everyone. Lan Qinghe quickly shouted to the disciples behind her, but her words had just landed.

'Hum' only heard a wasp-like sound outside, and everyone looked and saw that dense arrows had already flown towards the hole.

Lan Qinghe slapped out with one palm, and suddenly a huge enchantment formed by the condensation of Yuan Qi sealed the entrance of the cave, "Find a place to hide, my enchantment can only support for a while." ”

Although it was only a small cave, the inside was fortunately not in a straight line with the outside, and there were some twists and turns inside, and the remaining disciples quickly found a place to hide and hid inside.

'Boom''Boom'Boom'

'Ding'''Ding'Ding'

A chaotic sound of gold and stone collision sounded, which lasted for more than a dozen breaths, and when the sound dissipated, Lan Qinghe's gaze slightly revealed the boulder where he was hiding, and looked at the entrance of the cave. I saw arrows all over the ground, as dense as grass on the ground.

And the corpses of the original disciples of the Yunlan Sect had already been submerged by these arrows, and it was no longer possible to tell who was who.

No matter whether you are a man or a woman, whether you are beautiful or ugly, at this moment, they all turn into a pool of blood, melt into the earth, and have no distinction from each other.

The sound of footsteps and armor sounded, and everyone's hearts suddenly lifted.

Lan Qinghe quickly walked out of the boulder. The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the entrance of the stone cave.

A row of figures appeared in Lan Qinghe's eyes, followed by the second row, and the third row was endless.

On their black iron armor, a large ancient seal 'Qin' character was imprinted on it. Their gaze is cold, and they ignore all death. There is no mercy in sight. They belong only to battles, only to war.

They are the Qin Army, an ancient fighting machine, although they are just puppets, they can still make people feel the strength of the Qin State back then.

"The sword qi is turbulent. Lan Qinghe raised the long sword in his hand. Then a sword fell heavily, and in an instant, pieces of colorful clouds flashed in the cave, and Lan Qinghe's whole person seemed to be wearing a colorful xia robe, and one after another sword qi swayed. Lan Qinghe's figure suddenly seemed to merge with this brilliant sea of clouds.

The turquoise blue long sword in 'Xiu's hand instantly shone brightly, and Lan Qinghe's toes lightly clicked, and suddenly a mighty force burst out.

'Boom' A long sword qi emanated from Lan Qinghe's hand, and then headed towards the outside of the cave.

'Boom' Lan Qinghe burst out with absolute strength at this moment, and the powerful sword qi instantly killed those puppets outside the cave, and then the whole person rushed into the puppet army, wielding the long sword in his hand and killing it.

Blood splashed, and one by one the puppet soldiers fell, and each time a puppet soldier fell, Lan Qinghe's sword qi became even stronger.

"Sect Master. Those disciples also rushed out at this time, and when they saw Lan Qinghe's rush and kill one by one, their qi and blood surged up in an instant, and the fear in their hearts was all washed away by this blood.

The remaining disciples of 'Qiang', 'Qiang', and 'Qiang' all drew their long swords in their hands in an instant, and followed the steps of Lan Qinghe, shouting and rushing into the puppet army.

The sky is darker, the earth is redder, and the blood between heaven and earth is heavier.

The time for a cup of tea passed, and Lan Qinghe and the disciples behind her stood there, and behind them, there were hundreds of puppet soldiers, among whom were also three sect disciples.

Although these puppets are also innate cultivators, they only have innate strength, and they lack the kind of agility and swordsmanship of human beings.

The puppets only know how to repeat one action, raise their swords, slash, a Sword Sect, a Sword Sect that rushes to kill regardless of life and death, it can be said that there is no pressure to deal with this kind of innateness, and these elite disciples of the Yunlan Sect are all talented characters, as long as they use their strength properly, it is also a very simple matter to use one as ten, not to mention that there is a Sword Sect monk in front of them.

As the time passed, there were more and more corpses on the ground, and there seemed to be more puppets alive, which was really endless.

Lan Qinghe is really desperate, these puppets exist in accordance with this formation, as long as this formation is not broken, these puppets will never be killed, even if you are tired to death, you will not be able to finish killing.

What about the Sword Sect? Even if it was the Sword Sect, under this kind of formation, it could not find a way to break the formation, and in the end, it could only die of exhaustion in this endless rush.

"Sect Master, I can't do it anymore. One of the disciples gasped, her face turned blue, and her body was covered with sweat, and suddenly she threw herself on the ground, her body motionless, and her snow-white arms quickly turned dark purple.

The essence is exhausted, the qi and blood are dried up, the vitality has been dispersed, and this disciple has died of exhaustion.

Lan Qinghe suddenly wanted to laugh, what did she come here for? to get more treasures, to cultivate more elite disciples, and to make the sect stronger.

But now

Lan Qinghe looked at the two remaining numb disciples beside him, now, what is the point of these? (To be continued......)