So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 285: Frontal defeat

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The disappearance of the Daxueshan Qiankunguan and his party was discovered by Zhengdao, and it has been ten days later.

The monk in the small town saw Liang Qianshan walking away angrily with his own eyes. He thought it was Daxueshan being squeezed out. After hearing the news, the righteous sects who moved to another place dismissed it: Liang Qianshan. Is it hard to guess with a little thought? Forget it, in the huge Youzhou, they can go wherever they like.

Want to benefit from the fisherman? Don't look at yourself in the mirror.

Because of this contempt, Han Mingzong neglected the whereabouts of Qian Kun Guan and others. Originally Liang Qianshan chose a direction that runs counter to them. When the monks gathered in Youzhou, the spirit of heaven and earth became mixed. In addition, Zhan Yuanqiu's cloth was the thunder and fire formation left by Venerable Huanjian. The scorched earth ruins in the formation could not see much movement after ten miles.

Only the disciple of Qiankun Guan who was knocked out and disguised by Zhan Yuanqiu, after crawling out of the alley, he suddenly found that his vestments, robes and storage bags were all robbed (Zhan Yuanqiu: acting as a full set).

As soon as he came out angrily, before inquiring, a boring casual Xiu pointed at him, mocking him.

——I was beaten as a magic weapon for stealing?

This hapless guy is full of suspicion, instinctively he has been cheated, it must be a robbery under the guise of throwing magic weapons.

He cursed and walked back, worrying about whether he would not return for a long time, and whether he would anger the priest. When he stepped into the courtyard, he became silly, and the people who came and went were replaced by monks he didn't know. .

"Qiankun Guan? Ha, the people outside the group have already left."

The newly-placed martial artist said with disdain.

This is always the case in the world. Even if the strength is poor, it seems to be quite qualified to laugh at the loser who was expelled from the Central Plains. In fact, the background of this little school is not even one-tenth of the Great Snow Mountain.

The Taoist Taoist Qiankun, who was eager to chase the same door, was lonely and lonely, leaving the town with a black face.

At this time, I had no idea.

Liang Qianshan and his party looked like a mud cow entering the sea and never fell again.

Without his scalp, he went for countless laps in a radius of three hundred miles. Finally, he found the strange valley. The forest was carefully removed by the magic repair, but there were always omissions.

So when those high-ranking monks finally heard the news of the "Qian Kun Guan" being ambushed, half of the black pot had been buckled on their heads.

The people sent by Zhan Yuanqiu tried their best to expose among the casual cultivators and the small sects that the "Han Ming Sect aggregation sect wanted to take the lead, eat alone, and leave everyone behind", "after being discovered by the universe, kill people and kill them", "the evil spirit is not Extinction, cannibalism, how can you bear it, God will never stand it."

Of course I didn't forget to add other sounds that stirred the muddy water.

"Maybe it was Moxiu!"

"Nonsense, it is clear that Qiankun Guan did this deliberately. How little do they do to entrap people?"

The elder Han Mingzong was so angry that his nose was crooked. To say that Liang Qianshan was killed silently, he didn't believe that Venerable Huanjian was immortal. Maybe he has this ability. As for Xing Cracking? Huh, Venerable Sky Splitting can do such a trick?

"Why don't you go and see that valley?"

An ancestor of the school proposed.

"Never!" Several heads stopped in unison.

"Liang Qianshan is a narrow-minded man. He knows that we are leaving with him on his back. He must be upset. This may be his strategy. The valley may be a trap. Why let the disciples go to take risks?"

The most important thing is-Liang Qianshan is dead or alive, what does it have to do with them?

"If he died in the hands of Moxiu, his skills would be inadequate."

All sects of the righteous way are a little gloat. The view of the universe has declined in recent years. Liang Qianshan has not received even a qualified disciple. Once an accident occurs, the former big sect will completely collapse and cease to exist.

Several of the ancestors who came to sit in the town have stepped into the tribulation period, and in the midst of it, they have interacted with the heavenly path. At this time, they felt a sense of anxiety from the bottom of their hearts.

I want to find the source of the anxiety, but I can do nothing.

——If Zhao Weiyang were here, he would surely sneer: What do these old guys do? From the perspective of previous lives, none of them will eventually ascend. It would be amazing if they could be induced by the heavens and learn the truth!

Because of the urging of the ancestors, the battle began the next day.

The Youzhou line of defense was fully contracted, and Han Mingzong made a surprise attack, and did not catch the opponent by surprise. The two Zhengmo Dao fought for three days and three nights in the vicinity of Tianhe Mountain.

The corpses are everywhere, and the results are equally impressive.

Moxiu retreats again, they are not as good as the disciples of the famous sect, and they are not so flexible in following orders. Over time, disadvantages appear.

The flames of war then spread to the territory of Youzhou for months.

Just as the righteous sects secretly guessed, this is the last force of the magic cultivator. It must be very stubborn and the most difficult piece of bone. If it is so easily defeated, there will be a problem.

Countless sword lights flew across the sky.

Spirit birds and beasts carried the monks and wandered on the battlefield.

The chaotic brilliance of the artifacts and talisman, as well as the strong smell of blood in the air, hit the mind of every monk like a big stone.

As if being sucked in by an endless vortex, everyone got red eyes, picked up the magic weapon, and fought hard.

"This formation..." An old monk saw the clue.

"Nothing, the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty don't have to worry too much."

The Great Elder Han Mingzong said calmly, "My disciples all wear the clear heart charm, and will not be easily confused. The opposing demon cultivator should also use a similar killing formation to stimulate the cultivator’s crazy mood. , Lest the people they finally gather are greedy for life and fear of death, turn around and run away!"

The ancestor of the Qing Dynasty frowned, and seemed to be very unhappy with Han Mingzong's behavior, but because this was his own school, he had to bear it.

"The magic repair can't be done!"

The spirits of the righteous sects were shocked, and they were overjoyed as they watched the torrent of people gradually changing.

There was a fierce horn at this moment.

There are countless magic repairs on both sides, like reinforcements.

"Huh, just struggling to death."

As a result, this team of magic repairs is very difficult to deal with, and sharp knives generally dig into the array of disciples of various factions, and they will leave at the touch of a button, stirring up the chaos of the battle.

"Stay steady and re-arrange!"

Several heads couldn't sit still, and the disciples under the sect died too much. Even if Moxiu was eradicated, they would not have a good life. They immediately ordered the monks above Yuan Ying to join the battle.

The blood is getting thicker.

Zhan Yuanqiu's face turned pale, silently watching a group of **** demons retreat from the battlefield, sitting cross-legged, letting the people on standby hurriedly heal them.

At this time, a black cloud gradually appeared in a corner of the battlefield.

Hundreds of demon cultivators are holding ghost flags, in a sharp howl of ghosts, there is a green cloud cover, no righteous monk can laugh, and anyone with long eyes can guess that it is poisonous mist.

The wild beast that has been practiced by magic repairs with sorcery rushes in madness.

Although a golden core monk can easily kill them, the foundation-building monk will be in a hurry. This is the battlefield. If you don't pay attention, your head will be chopped off by the opponent. What's wrong?

High-ranking monks with a small sect can't sit still, and Han Mingzong can mobilize the elite, so they have to go on their own.

The ancestors of the Qing Dynasty became more and more disturbed, and they always felt as if they had forgotten something.

The ghost flags cover the sky, the ghosts and shadows, like a new evil ghost gate formation, can only hear the painful screams of the ghosts and the laughter of ghosts, and the righteous disciples involved have no life. .

Soon, Brother Yuan Ying, relying on his cultivation base, rushed in angrily.

As soon as he entered the battle, the magic weapon that the ghosts and ghosts were afraid of was lifted, the smoke cleared, and the eyes suddenly cleared, before he had time to be proud, there was a dazzling arc.

Fellow Yuan Ying stopped in shock, and the attacker had already pulled back.

"It's a Yuanying, let's go together!"

The voice is clear and beautiful, she is clearly a female nun.

Almost a hundred kinds of attacks smashed their heads and faces, as well as those who stabbed knives behind them silently. Everyone flashed in their shadows, and immediately escaped into the big streamers, without finding them at all.

"Quickly solve these guys, let Yuzhou come to see what a joke!"

Zhan Yuanqiu saw it in the distance, and quickly ordered.

Venerable Sky Splitting’s subordinates also felt embarrassed: the same way from Yuzhou appeared, they attracted most of the attention of the right way. If he can’t show his skills, he will be three points shorter than Yuzhou Moxiu. .

"Kill!"

The sound of fighting shook the four fields, and gradually even the figure of the cultivator at the stage of transformation appeared on the battlefield.

"It's time." Zhan Yuanqiu sighed long behind the mask.

Venerable Sky Splitting waved his hand: "Strike!"

The battlefield was originally formed by superimposing arrays laid by the two sides. This type of array has no effect, but it can eliminate the sound and prevent mortals from hearing it.

Han Mingzong thought he was clever and moved his hands and feet in the formation talisman, causing people to lose their minds.

Magic is also playing tricks.

The ancestors of the Qing dynasty felt that there was still chaos on the battlefield. The magic repairs became more and more courageous, and the area where the ghost flags were located was stubborn. The righteous factions sent many masters, even two. The cultivators of the Mahayana elementary order defeated the ghost flag array and caused the demons to flee in a hurry.

Before they had time to be proud, they ran into the murderous Venerable Sky Breaker.

"My ancestors, please take action!" The Great Elder Han Mingzong said quickly.

Moxiu has played his hole cards, and of course he can't be idle here.

The battle became fierce, and Venerable Sky Splitting took a group of demons to chop melons and vegetables. Not long after, he confronted the high-ranking monks of the right path. All the magic weapons came out immediately, and the world changed color. The affected monks retreated in a hurry.

Where these great men fought, there was nothing left.

Gradually, the demons were broken up and divided into countless pieces, as if they were caught in the predicament of catching each other.

The ancestor of the Qing Dynasty constantly felt a trance in front of him, and he was fighting against the five gods of transformation, evil spirits and evil spirits, holding a set of evil spirit instruments, quite difficult.

Although the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty were not afraid of them, they were really held back.

Countless monks died, magic weapons exploded, and talisman tossed indiscriminately, making this area chaotic, even people dizzy, boundlessly distinguishing places farther away from your side.

After another trance, the ancestor of Qing Yuan suddenly realized that it was not that his mind was blocked, but that his vision seemed to be floating, and the chaotic aura distorted everything around him.

"No!"

The Qing Yuan ancestor shouted sharply.

"Venerable, kill him soon." Zhan Yuanqiu also shouted.

Venerable Sky Splitting knows, and enters the battle alone again.

Many head elders felt that Venerable Sky Splitting had found him, and furiously, they fought hard.

One day and one night later, the "Magic Xiu" was defeated, and the corpses were everywhere, and the elder Han Mingzong laughed, because he stepped on the head of "Venerable Sky Breaker" and the Qing Yuan ancestor walked tiredly. His expression changed when he saw this scene:

"Not good!"

"Ancestor?"

"I and Xing Litian fought for a day, and it was a terrible victory. Who are you here?"

"..."

The Great Elder Han Mingzong jumped up in shock, and soon there was another Aggregate elder who was seriously injured and lost his right arm, claiming that he had killed Venerable Sky Breaker.

"Magic Array?"

Several Mahayana monks exited the battlefield in a panic.

The wind has gradually blown away the **** aura, and the isolation formation was originally time-effective, but now it has gradually dissipated. At the place where the **** aura faded, the cultivator, who was still holding the head of the "enemy" and laughing, shook his hand, stunned. Living.

"Isn't this a group of people?"

"I... how could I kill Master Shu's disciple?"

There are magic repairs in the corpse, but more people die from the same family.

The area around the battlefield was empty, and Youzhou’s magic repair had already ran away. The corpse of the previously killed "Venerable Sky Cracker", as the **** aura receded, the chaotic heaven and earth aura recovered, revealing the true face.

——I don’t know when, the righteous factions began to kill each other.

Everyone they saw in front of them felt that it was a magic repair.

"It's impossible! Let's do it ourselves... we can see clearly when we watch the battle!" Han Mingzong's elder hissed.

The Qing veteran group seemed to be a hundred years old. He muttered to himself: "The magic cultivator lured us down. Yes, it was when Venerable Sky Breaker rushed into the battlefield. It was not a fantasy formation before."

Venerable Sky Splitter actually?

Hesitate to fight the righteous way for several days, and use the devil blood and the falling corpse to build a magical array? Finally pit them.

"Shut up!"

The Great Elder Han Mingzong shouted: "A mere trick, even if we lose half of the manpower, Youzhou still doesn't have so many magic repairs to save the defeat, otherwise why should they run? Get up! Youzhou..."

His voice stopped abruptly.

Black figures appeared in all directions.

Zhengbei is the first one, with a silver satin crown, and looks like a young man.

Behind him are heavy ghost banners. He slightly nodded towards the venerable Sky Breaker who was surrounding to the south, and looked at the messy battlefield indifferently:

"You wait for the end, it begins today."

"You are a junior..."

The words of the Great Elder Han Mingzong choked in his throat again.

Because Chen He easily used divine intent to give him a heavy blow.

The feeling that the spirit of heaven and earth flows towards each other, and you can't capture it! !

"I, I am about to be promoted to Mahayana, only one step away, so I borrowed my life to use it."