A Thousand Faces of Grace

Chapter 550

The simultaneous loss of so many people's celestial power is something that has never been encountered before.

These heavenly soldiers are all born and bred in the fairy world. Without their fairy power, they become no different from ordinary people. They can be easily killed with a little martial arts. How can they not be shocked, how can they not be afraid?
If you are flustered, you will be chaotic.

These people stopped one after another and looked around in panic, constantly looking for the reason for the disappearance of Xianli.

But the more this is the case, the faster the immortal power in the body will disappear.

When Lan Junque saw this, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more enchanting.

A steady stream of immortal power was transmitted from the center of the formation to him. Although most of it dissipated in the process of transmission, to Lan Junque, it was like rain after rain, constantly nourishing his immortal body.

Emperor Qingming stood in the distance with a gloomy face, carefully observing the reactions of those heavenly soldiers. After a while, his mind moved, and his eyes suddenly moved to the ground.

A light flashed in his eyes, and he immediately saw the strangely arranged corpses underground.

"I see!"

A light flashed in Emperor Qingming's eyes, and he immediately understood.

Lan Junque had been paying attention to Emperor Qingming's behavior, and immediately knew that he had seen something.

But at this moment, most of the immortal powers on everyone's bodies had already passed away, and Emperor Qingming also led the Nether soul messengers to rescue them.

Lan Junque stood still, and waved his right hand towards Lan Mengsheng. Lan Mengsheng immediately understood what he meant, looked at the position, and thrust the formation flag in his hand towards the Nine Turns Conferred God Formation.

With the other hand, he waved the persistent battle flag towards the Nine Turns Conferred God Formation, and the Lingyin tribe led them into it one after another.

At the same time, a strange coffin emitting black air, like a ghost, appeared out of thin air from the Nine Turns Conferred God Formation.

In a flash, it appeared above the heads of the heavenly soldiers.

All of a sudden, dark winds blew up, black mist filled the air, and ghosts filled the sky.

In a blink of an eye, all the heavenly soldiers were shrouded in a ghostly aura.

woohoo…

Bursts of howling ghosts and wolves rose from the ground, piercing the eardrums, penetrating into the deepest and most fearful places in people's hearts.

A scream was heard incessantly.

"open!"

However, this was just the beginning. As soon as the coffin stopped, Lan Mengsheng didn't stop for a moment, pinching his hands and growling.

The weird coffin suddenly opened a small gap.

In the thick black mist with a ghostly air, countless corpses with different complexions and strange expressions floated upside down from the coffin.

With their feet up and their heads down, they came to the tops of the heavenly soldiers like ghosts, opened their corpse-smelling mouths, and devoured the heads of the heavenly soldiers in one gulp.

Tianbing's body shook and he stopped struggling immediately.

The panic on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a weird smile.

The same scene continued to be staged in the Yin Corpse Fascination Formation. In a blink of an eye, except for the Nether Soul difference who was resistant to souls and corpses, and people with strange skills.

The heads of the other people were all swallowed by the corpses, with all kinds of weird smiles on their faces, they stood motionless and fell into hallucinations.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and laughter.

Anyone who has emotions and desires cannot escape the illusion of the coffin puppet, and eventually loses himself and becomes an unconscious puppet manipulated by the coffin.

This is the scary thing about the coffin puppet, and it is the most effective against immortals when it cooperates with the Yin Corpse Bewitching Formation.

Seeing this, Emperor Qingming's pupils shrank slightly, and he stopped immediately.

With a gloomy face, he worked hard to resist the erosion of the coffin puppets.

He has a high level of cultivation and is pure-hearted, so this coffin puppet has little influence on him.

You can't wait any longer, otherwise these heavenly soldiers will become puppets, and you won't be able to explain to the fairy world when you go back.

At the same time, the Minghun guard sneaked into the ground and destroyed the corpses below. At the same time, he took out a red gold-encrusted gourd-shaped magic weapon from his waist, and cast a spell on the gourd.

"Swallow the gourd, swallow it for me!"

(End of this chapter)