My master is invincible

Chapter 1968 Eight Immortals Gathering (50)

The reason is that the crystal clear jade can reflect some virtual images of things into phases, thus presenting illusory images.

To put it bluntly, just like the current 3D movies, it can give people an immersive feeling.

However, since I am in this image, the possibility of finding jade is zero.

This gave me a headache.

What?

My face froze, Ding Qing took a look, I don't know if the previous Chunyang swordsmanship had an effect, or what happened, I felt that not only the smoke in the mourning hall has lightened a little, but even the whole air has become a little fresher .

Grass!
I suddenly remembered what Huang Hao said, and slapped my thigh with a palm.

Then Huang Hao said, no matter what formation you have, if the cannon hits it, it will definitely turn into dust.

That's right!

Then the back mountain is too big to be tampered with by manpower.

However, the mourning hall is so big, it is easy to destroy it.

Without the slightest hesitation, I tightened the Fire Dragon Sword in my hand. Even though I didn't feel the existence of the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword, I still made this movement. I firmly believe that the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword must be held in my right hand.

At the moment, I walked to the left with the memory of entering the mourning hall for the first time.

If I remember correctly, there seems to be an open space to the left of the entrance of the mourning hall, and it is about three meters away from the tent.

step!
Two steps!

Three steps!

Four steps!

I walked about six steps, and I roughly calculated that it should be three meters long.

Without any hesitation, I raised my hand and slammed it down.

With a sword down, I can clearly feel the whole tent shaking!
Foolish, Huang Hao's words are indeed useful, no matter what kind of formation he has, as long as he has enough strength, he can solve it in minutes.

I took a deep breath, raised my hand and chopped down again.

After chopping about ten swords in a row, I can vaguely see the shadow of the Fire Dragon Chunyang sword in my hand.

This made me look happy, and moved forward again based on memory.

This time, my speed is extremely fast.

After less than 3 minutes, the Fire Dragon Chunyang Sword in his hand could be seen clearly.

However, to my disappointment, I still couldn't see Han Qiu, Zhuge Qingming and others.

This is not right!

Ordinarily, the power of this formation is very narrow, only within the entire mourning hall.

Now, half of the mourning hall has been hacked by me, and the power of the formation has been removed at least half.

In addition, if you want to set up an array in the formation, you need to be high, let's make a simple analogy:

For a flowing river, its water flow must be quite free. Once it is framed by something, its water flow is restricted within this frame.

And if you want to put anything in this frame again, if you are not careful, the water inside will overflow, and even the whole frame will be crushed.

And the layout of the formation is similar to this, that is, to limit the original flowing aura within a certain formation, and if you want to arrange another formation within the formation, the induction of the aura must be particularly strong. It will cause the gas field to flutter.

Once it reaches a certain point, not only the formation has no effect at all, but the scurrying aura, even directly attacking the formation setters, will at least go crazy, and at worst will kill you on the spot.

Even if the formation is arranged in the formation, due to its small range, it is very easy to destroy it.

So, I chopped up the mourning hall, and I didn't see Zhuge Qingming, Han Qiu and others, and I was a little panicked.

Didn't they step into this mourning hall?

It’s okay if I don’t think about it, but when I think about it, I’m really anxious, and I don’t dare to stop at all.

In less than 3 minutes, what I saw with my eyes was completely clear. What I saw was a big golden coffin. There was an Eight Immortals table in front of it, and there was a fragrance burning on it. Under the Eight Immortals table was a stove with some coal.

Turning my head and looking behind me, I saw Mr. He and a coffin bearer from Zhuge's family standing there, staring at me. As for the others, they didn't see them at all.

"Ninth Brother!"

Suddenly, a voice came over.

Hearing the sound, I quickly turned my head and looked towards the source of the sound.

The sound seemed to come from under the coffin.

Dingqing saw that Huang Hao was lying under the floor of the coffin, crawling towards me.

"Huang Hao!" I hurried over, grabbed his arm, pulled him out, frowned and said, "Where are your father and the others?"

"I didn't see it!" He didn't care about patting the dirt on his body, and quickly looked around.

Listening to his words, my heart sank like iron, what's going on?
Why just the two of us here?
Zhuge Qingming, Han Qiu, and Uncle Huang came in ahead of me, and Uncle Huang's time was only a few seconds behind me.

"Palace Master!" Elder He called out to me.

I turned my head and looked at Mr. He. Before I could speak, the coffin bearer next to him stared at me angrily, "Chen Jiu, where is my master? If something happens to my master, I will definitely kill you .”

I understand what he means, there is no other way, the reason why Zhuge Qingming had an accident is entirely because of me.

I looked at him apologetically, and quickly said, "Don't worry, I will definitely look for Zhuge Qingming. The mourning hall is only so big, so I don't believe they can still lose it."

As soon as the words fell, Old He's voice came again, and he said, "Palace Master, look over there, there seems to be a pit."

I followed his finger and found that there seemed to be a pit in the southeast corner of the mourning hall.

Could it be that Han Qiu, Zhuge Qingming and others all fell in.

Where did I dare to hesitate, I hurried over.

Before I got there, I immediately smelled a bloody smell.

problem occurs.

I was shocked, and hurried over. It was a circular pit, and it was pitch black underneath, bottomless.

"Zhuge Qingming, Han Qiu." I called out hastily.

"Dad!" Huang Hao also yelled quickly.

"Palace Master!" A weak voice came from below, and I could vaguely distinguish it as Zhuge Qingming's voice.

My face was ecstatic, I didn't die, I didn't die, I really didn't die.

"Palace Master, I'm sorry!" Han Qiu's voice also came over.

I was slightly taken aback, what do you mean?
Why are you sorry for me again?

I was about to speak when I heard Zhuge Qingming's voice intermittently coming from below.

"Palace Master, Lao Huang is gone to save us!"

After finishing speaking, the sound of Zhuge Qingming sobbing came over.

At the same time, Huang Hao, who was standing next to me, sat down with his legs softened, his face turned pale, "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible, how could my dad die, no, no of."

"Huang Hao, don't worry!" I greeted, and hurriedly asked below, "What's the matter?"

"There is a deep pit below, and there are many blades in the pit. Uncle Huang...in order to save us, he...he...he thought his body was blocking those blades, I...I..." After Han Qiu finished speaking, wow I burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)