Where the Fairy Way

Chapter 553 Curse
The seventeen sons of Fuyuan, Luo Jie and others finally found out that something was wrong. The ghost face banner has been passed down from ancient times to the present, and there are many ghosts in it. There are hundreds of millions of ghosts.

But now, the seventeen ghost-faced banners communicate with the Yin Qi of the Nine Nethers, and the Nine Nethers Formation should become more and more powerful, but now, the ghost-faced banners, which were originally black and bright, are starting to turn gray. This is clearly the banner ghost inside. The phenomenon of a large number of deaths, this large number of deaths, how many people died, they have no way of knowing.

"I still don't believe that the leader of the Huangquan formation can continue to kill like this. Brothers, the blood ancestor asked us to take action. I thought I knew she was difficult, but now, if we retreat, I'm afraid we will fall short. Maybe if we hold on for a while, she will die."

Roger didn't want his head skills to be taken away by others, so he decided to hold on, even if outside, those Taoist monks surrounded the place, they have random teleportation symbols sent by blood ancestors, although there are only three random teleportation charms. Baili, but with the means of each of them, it is not a problem to return to Yuanzong.

The remaining sixteen sons, looking at the dim ghost-faced banner, all want to sigh, and now they want to retreat, it is impossible, the treasure of inheritance is in their hands, and if they make it like this, if they can't take down the master of Huangquan array, they will die At the blood ancestor's place, if they make up for their mistakes, the ancestors of the sect can eat them one by one when they go back.

Persist, persist, persist, all the banner ghosts entered the soul stone one by one at a fast speed, flew out again, and entered reincarnation. At this time, Lan Yun felt very intuitively that time is the true meaning of life, and the weak The banner ghosts were squeezed in the back, and everyone was in a hurry.

The longer time passed, the more tense Lan Yun's nerves became. Once the seventeen cultivators found out that they had been tricked, it would not be so easy for her to take over the overwhelming anger. At this time, she could only pray to God, Let them be dull and dull again, the five-fang sword array rotates rapidly in a place where there are no ghosts, releasing the unique music of Siyinzhu, mixing audiovisual and audio.

The monks outside saw the banner ghosts that were everywhere in the Nine Nether Formation, one by one desperately rushing towards the sound of the music. Their intuition was unimaginable, and the formation was weakening step by step. No one except Shuiyuezong and others knew it. However, what method did Lan Yun use to destroy those banner ghosts, but when they looked at each other in astonishment, they recognized the name of Lan Yun Huangquan Formation Lord like never before.

The seventeen ghost-faced banners, starting from dark gray, gradually become lighter, including Roger, the more they can't sit still, if this continues, the ghost-faced banners that have been passed down for 10,000+ years will be destroyed in their hands It's inside, but the sound of Si Le from inside doesn't feel weak at all.

"No, we must have fallen for the trick. The person named Huangquan Formation Master became the master of the natural formation as early as the alchemy stage. The Desolate Spirit Sect was destroyed. I heard that it was her disciple of the formation. The great formation of protecting the sect is used instead." The more Hu Liandao said, the more frightened he became, "No matter how bad our banner ghosts are, there are more than a billion people. How could it be possible to suffer so many casualties while avoiding disasters."

Luo Jie's heart sank, seeing one of the senior brothers pull out the ghost face flag at once, "We can't kill the Master of the Underworld, and we can't let the inheritance treasure be destroyed in our hands."

The Nine Nether Formation was gone for a moment, although the yin was heavy, the long-lost sunshine still shot down from the sky. Fortunately, Lan Yun was waiting for an emergency at any time. With a touch of his right hand, two of the sword formations protected the black beans closely. You can't even enter your spiritual consciousness.

Without the banner ghost, seeing that the supply of Yin Qi could not be supplied, Heidou also got into the soul stone, so as not to cause trouble for Lan Yun.

"Master of the Underworld, do you dare to bully us?" Luo Jie wished he could eat the blue cloud alive, where she had set up a great array of rebirth, even a fool could see it.

"It's a joke, you are only allowed to bully me, I can't fight back, you guys are so embarrassing." Lan Yun felt relieved after being separated by Hua Ru's crowd, "Your reaction is too bad. Only then did I realize something was wrong, what a pity, the ghost-faced banners handed down by Fu Yuanzong from ancient times have almost been destroyed before your eyes, I don’t know how you will face your ancestors when you go back.”

Hu Liandao's remaining rationality was completely beaten by her words, especially Luo Jie couldn't bear it. A magic weapon in the shape of a black lotus fell from a distance and was stopped by Hua Ru's Yingui sword.

The monks of the various sects, if they don't hold back, they have been eyeing Fu Yuan Shibazi for a long time. Once they were accepted in the big formation, they each took aim at the target. For a while, it was Lan Yun who was the most relaxed.

Tucking the soul stone back into her waist, and accepting Zeng Bu's formation disks, Lan Yun decided to stay away from the battlefield. However, her idea was good, but the reality is that the seventeenth son of Fuyuan missed the best time to activate the teleportation talisman. Opportunity, surrounded by monks from all walks of life, although they have little hope of living at this time, how could they let the culprit, Lan Yun, go.

Luo Jie didn't care about it at all, he would rather explode his natal magic weapon to block Hua Ru's Yin Gui sword, and drag Lan Yun to die together.

"Wu'er." Lan Yun flicked to the right, she didn't want to fight a lunatic.

Luo Jie naturally knew who Wu'er was, but at this time, he didn't see it at all, and was about to catch up, when a thick purple thunder appeared out of nowhere, hitting him all at once, crackling, and the Nascent Soul that was about to explode, Followed trembling.

Naturally, Lan Yun would not let go of such a good opportunity. A sword formation moved towards him in a blink of an eye, and the sword threads surrounded him at the fastest speed.

"Master of the Yellow Springs, as a blood Shura, you are clearly a Shura, counting Dian Wangzong, the blood ancestor will not let you go, just wait, wait for my demon sect to pursue and kill you endlessly." Jie Yuanying couldn't move, knew that there was no escape, and hated the sky, "You think you are a monk, I bah, I curse you, I curse you to die in the hands of those close to you in the future, and perish forever. As a Shura, you Wait, you will be scratched a little bit by the human race you identify with..., hahaha!"

The shrill voice was too miserable. Lan Yun's originally calm mind was made unbearable by his curse. The sword thread kept pulling, leaving only the last little soul, laughing wildly there, his The body was first scraped by Lan Yun's sword array.

"There is a way to heaven, you don't go, there is no way to hell, you are on the way, I was planning to let you enter reincarnation, you are the one who died, Han Peng, then." Lan Yun grabbed Roger's soul and threw it at Luo Jie. Han Peng's ghost gun is a great supplement.

The ghost gun in Han Peng's hand was faster than Han Peng's reaction. It turned into a black dragon in his hand, took it in one gulp, and then pointed at the remaining demon, as if about to drool.

The primordial spirit eaten by the ghost gun will no longer have the possibility of reincarnation, and will not even exist for a while, but Lan Yun's chest is still congested, and his breath has not yet come out.

It was the first time for the five-direction sword array to appear in front of everyone in the spirit world. First, they surrounded one of them, Moxiu, who still had energy left, "My name is Huang Quan, but today, none of you can enter Huang Quan."

Wang Siguan stopped and saw that she and Wu'er cooperated seamlessly. Even if the demon cultivator exploded the magic weapon, it was scraped into countless pieces in just a few breaths. With a loud roar, the black dragon also swallowed the soul of the demon cultivator in one gulp.

"You guys think I've been slapped. Today, I'll shave you first before going to Fu Yuanzong." Lan Yun has always known that all the deaths in the past are at the hands of those close to her. In her life, She has died in the hands of Ye Wentian several times, and now Ye Wentian has gone somewhere, but once the matter of the fairyland is known, even the Water Moon Sect, she can't stay, so, Roger's words are basically poignant. When Mei Zhenghai was hit by her blood spot, the vigilance in Mei Zhenghai's eyes, although at that time, she might have comforted herself that she didn't mind, in fact, she had already taken it to heart.

Thousands of years have passed, and most monks don't know what Shuiyue Fairy's five-direction sword formation is like, but now, Lan Yun's five-direction sword formation is like a meat grinder, killing wherever he goes, ghost guns follow behind, Picking up meat and eating it is very enjoyable.

Hu Liandao was struck by Wu'er, and seeing her sword formation coming towards him, he felt bitter. He didn't want to let others take his soul as food, and directly blew up his soul. When he died, he was still thinking. , leaving a whole body.

There was no one-sided meat, Lan Yun was furious in his heart, and aimed at the last demon cultivator. This person was in the late stage of transformation, and was stopped by several monks of Lei Zong. Seeing that Lan Yun was staring at him, he didn't resist anymore. The sword slashed at Yuanying, and also blew up Yuanshen.

"Master, it's not good to be angry with these things like them. They can't wait for you to be happy when you die of anger." Wu'er hugged Lan Yun's head, and a sense of coolness appeared on her body, helping her to cool down.

Lan Yun was equally astonished by the horrified eyes of the surrounding monks, restrained all emotions, and patted Wu'er on the head, "Don't be angry, they are all dead, why should I be angry?"

He bowed his hands to the monks from all walks of life, "Lan Yun, thank you fellow daoists for your help. Just now, I'm really sorry. Even if I don't take action, these demon cultivators will belong to fellow daoists sooner or later. I have never destroyed the storage utensils on their bodies." , or fellow Taoists.”

"Every time I follow you, I can get a bargain, thank you." Liu Sisi smiled. In the silence of the crowd, Dao spoke first, and picked out a storage bag and a storage bag from a pile of minced meat. Ring, "When I transformed into a god, you didn't come back. Now that you have transformed into a god, God is pitying me for bleeding, so I came to make up for it."

"No, although my God Transformation Ceremony has passed, but your gift is also indispensable." Ye Lifei stepped forward, smiled and asked her directly, "Extreme magic weapon, or ten thousand year elixir, you can give it to me." .”

Seeing that the coldness in Lan Yun's eyes gradually eased, Ming Man was very disappointed, but also thankful for her that she was able to have friends who cared so much about her, and a fellow student. No wonder, she always thought of herself as a personal cultivator.

(End of this chapter)