Peerless Tang Sect's Shepherd Star Silver Dragon

Chapter 161 Escape from the Plane of the Undead 1
  In the mist-filled, dead plane, pale skeletons walked on the gray ground.

A golden meteor streaked across the sky. The skeleton raised its skull, staring at the meteor in the sky with the faint flames in its eye sockets. The skull rotated with the meteor, and then swayed towards the direction where the meteor fell.

Si Muqing, who fell in the air, hugged Wang Qiuer and Yeyun, using herself as a backing to block most of the impact.

What, why don't you spread your dragon wings and fly? Try being thrown out by a dragon at supersonic speed. If the power of divine light that saved them hadn't blocked most of the impact, they would definitely turn into a lump of meat mixed together.

Si Muqing coughed up blood, which soaked the two women's clothes.

"Ahem!" Si Muqing kept coughing violently, as if he was coughing out his heart. Blood sprayed on the ground, his internal organs were displaced, and several ribs were broken.

Wang Qiu'er ignored Si Mu Qing and immediately jumped up, rolled like a carp, and stood up.

The golden dragon gun swept across, knocking away the undead that came smelling the scent of the living.

Yeyun's third soul ring lit up, and the sacred power of repair and vitality was continuously injected into Si Muqing's body.

"You'd better hurry up!" Wang Qiu'er protected them. "More and more undead are coming, smelling our scent."

"It's useless to be anxious. The only one who is most likely to survive here is Si Muqing." Yeyun concentrated on healing Si Muqing's injuries. "His sword of death is our trump card."

Yeyun said calmly and rationally: "These weak undead combined are not as good as the undead monarch who caught us."

"That's why we have to thank the true dragon of the sacred true dragon lineage whose reason and memory were awakened by the Requiem Song." Si Muqing said weakly after breathing slowly and stopping his coughing slightly.

Si Muqing summoned the sword of life, and the waves composed of the power of life spread and surged, and the death energy in the void was pushed away.

The skeleton soldiers fell to the ground as if they encountered white snow in boiling water. For the undead, they had never seen this kind of fighting method. They used the power of life to fight back the death energy of the netherworld in a luxurious manner.

"Leave first." Si Muqing covered her chest and retracted the sword of life from the sea of ​​spirit.

Yeyun helped Si Muqing walk, holding the Shepherd's Star Sword in his left hand. The deep and silent power of death enveloped the three of them, covering up their living auras.

Then, Si Muqing threw the Mu Xing Sword behind him.

"What are you doing?" Wang Qiuer's eyes twitched.

Si Muqing said matter-of-factly: "Of course I want to make sure where to go next."

"If you are not familiar with the place, you can only rely on luck." Si Muqing said helplessly.

Wang Qiuer nodded her chin and was convinced by him. It seemed that it was purely luck, but in fact it relied on the power of fate in the sword. Although she was deceived by fate, in this case, she could control her own destiny. Strength is better than running around.

The three of them moved forward in the direction pointed by the tip of the sword. Si Muqing said optimistically: "Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. If we are caught in this plane, it will be a disaster and then we will be a blessing."

"Blessed?" Wang Qiuer made a tiger leap and took off the skull of the skeleton soldier. The skeleton fell to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

"Can we call it a blessing if there are more and more skeleton soldiers?" Wang Qiuer asked Si Muqing. Now she has the highest combat power here and is responsible for protecting the other two.

Wang Qiuer looked at the staggering Si Muqing, with a slight fluctuation on her pretty face: "You don't have to make a mat for me next time."

"I am making a cushion for Yeyun, you are just passing by to show that I treat everyone equally." Si Muqing looked up at the three-wheeled purple disk in the sky, "Is this the sun or the moon? Is it day or night now?" "It's the stars. As for the time, we can't tell the difference." Yeyun said it as if he didn't say it. "We don't even know the time scale here now."

The earth shook violently, and waves of smoke and dust roared past.

Si Muqing lost his footing and almost fell down. He grabbed Yeyun's arm with his right hand to stabilize his body.

"They're still fighting!" Wang Qiu'er was weighed down by a thousand pounds, but her body didn't move at all.

"This is not good!" Si Muqing relaxed instead, "They are still fighting, so the undead monarch has no time to catch us, but now we have to save ourselves, and no one outside will be able to point our fingers."

Si Muqing analyzed calmly: "They will never take the risk of the undead invading Douluo to save us. They will only save people if they have a complete plan."

"So your space ability can already cross planes and open plane channels?" Wang Qiuer looked at Si Muqing in surprise.

Si Muqing looked at Wang Qiuer with a whimsical look: "Haha!"

Wang Qiuer's eyes changed from surprise to dim, and she said in despair: "Then how can I save myself?"

"Don't give up on yourself, Qiu'er. Yeyun, let me ask you a question, can your gifted resurrection technique be able to resurrect that bone dragon?" Si Muqing comforted Wang Qiuer and asked Yeyun, trying to find a chance of survival, that bone dragon will never It may permanently hold back the Undead Monarch.

"No." Yeyun said neatly. Although she wanted to help, she really couldn't help. The bone dragon was the lowest and the limit, and her newly advanced soul sect ability was not enough.

Si Muqing continued to ask: "Is it a lack of conditions for resurrection, or simply a lack of ability?"

"You want to help that bone dragon?" Wang Qiuer was stunned, but thinking about it carefully, this is indeed a way to save himself. A bone dragon that has become undead is resurrected. Even if it is not as good as it was in its heyday, it can still kill the undead monarch and send him away. They go back.

Yeyun made a choice that was troublesome but not unexpected: "The second one."

"It's okay." Si Muqing pretended to be relaxed and said, "If you don't have enough ability, then just use outside help."

"External force? Is there any external force that can be borrowed here?" Wang Qiuer thought about what among his belongings could help.

Si Muqing glanced sideways at Wang Qiuer's feet.

"What are you looking at!" Wang Qiuer noticed Si Muqing's gaze and said angrily.

"What you're stepping on is Mingjing." Si Muqing didn't pay attention to Wang Qiuer's annoyance.

"Ah!" Wang Qiu'er jumped up and looked at the faint light shining on the black crystal. A thin mist rose, blocking the eyes and mental exploration.

It was this layer of fog that prevented Wang Qiuer from discovering the vein of underworld crystal beneath their feet.

"Underworld Crystal, is this entire vein of minerals?" Wang Qiuer has stayed in the Soul Guidance Department for a long time and has learned forging. The value and type of rare metals are engraved in her heart, so she was shocked beyond words. A single piece with a diameter of more than ten centimeters was Mingjing treasures resources, but now she is stepping on an entire natural mineral vein. At a glance, it is at least ten kilometers wide. As for the length, there is no end in sight.

"What a pity." Wang Qiuer's eyes were filled with intense pain. Not only her, but Yeyun and Si Muqing were also the same. The pursuit of wealth was rooted in their blood.

"At least it proves that this plane is rich in resources. At least some of the resources that are scarce in Douluo are not scarce here." Si Muqing woke up Wang Qiuer and Yejun, "Back to the topic, I have a set of formations in my hand that can increase the power. The power of Yejun’s resurrection technique.”

(End of this chapter)