Immortal Emperor Returns Chapter 1661: Infighting
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The ground is icy frozen ground, and the countless gravels that were turned into the sky by the hurricane are thought to be violently colliding and rubbing at high speed. The heat is extremely hot, and the small grit that occasionally hits the body can instantly ignite the clothes of a group of monks.
It's cold and hot here. Hot intertwined hell.
Because of the extreme temperature difference between the high altitude and the ground, blazing tornadoes blowing into the sky can be seen everywhere in this area.
The high-speed rotating low-temperature gravel rubs against each other under the wind speed, and is ignited when it leaves the cold ground.
The ice crystals covering the surface of the gravel had not had time to melt a little bit, and they burned like crazy.
Therefore, weird white flames that are linked to each other are formed, and they are raging in the air.
That is the color produced by the direct burning of icy ice.
Because of the violent friction of sand and gravel, a lot of lightning broke out while generating heat.
Lightning meanders under the black gravel sky, shuttles among the continuous white flames, the smallest lightning can meander thousands of miles.
It disappeared in an instant and reappeared again and again, but it brought intermittent flashes of light to this dim land.
"This..." Seeing this wonderful scene in front of them, all the casual practitioners were dumbfounded, and their legs were a little weak.
No wonder, it's no wonder that the **** of Guanghaizong are still unmoved when they know that there is a strange treasure.
They even allowed outsiders like them to enter the Great Flame Star to search for treasures.
It's just **** here, okay? Explore the treasure hunt here? A hundred lives are not enough to lose.
"I, I quit..."
Everyone was stunned for a moment, and finally a monk couldn't bear the horror in front of him. He instinctively backed down a few steps, and made a voice with a pale face.
It's okay when no one is talking. Once someone retreats, cowardice spreads like an infectious disease.
A total of more than twenty people team, and fifteen people jumped out in an instant, all preparing to quit directly.
Such a treacherous environment is simply not something they can explore by the first-tier cultivators of the Tribulation.
"Everyone, everybody, listen to me." Qin Mi's face was also pale at this time. She had already probed the situation of Dafengyan before, but she did not expect the environment here to be so bad.
But after all, she is the organizer and initiator of this treasure hunt, she is not willing to retreat before she really enters the eye of the wind, right?
So she organized a language to look at the dozens of people who were about to quit: "Everyone, the environment here is indeed extremely harsh and dangerous, but I and others are all monks in the catastrophe period, even if our personal strength is limited, But what if we can unite?"
Li Chongjiu also stood up and said: "Yes, I happen to have a defensive formation here. If we use it together to prop up the formation, then it will not be difficult to think about it through here."
"I, I still decided to quit." The casual cultivator who came out at first had a firm tone.
He doesn't want to continue to accompany Qin Mi and they continue to go crazy.
Just kidding, get in here? Even if there is a defensive formation, even if they support the formation together with more than 20 people, they can really rush to the core position of the eye of the wind.
But, what can it do?
What about near the eyes of the wind? You must know that this is only the peripheral edge area affected by the eye of the strong wind, and the environment is already so terrible.
I really can’t imagine what the core of the real Gale Eye is.
I went, but I couldn't get in, and I didn't get out if I went in.
Why take risks in vain?
"Lu Dingyi, are you sure you want to leave?"
Li Chongjiu frowned and watched the San Xiu who was about to leave slowly approaching, as if he still wanted to persuade him a few more words.
Lu Dingyi is very firm and said: "If you want to die, you can go. I haven't lived enough yet, I won't accompany you."
After speaking, turn around and leave.
However, at this moment, Li Chongjiu smiled grimly, his right hand instantly turned into a pitch black color, and he grabbed it in the air in front of him.
A black whirlpool appeared in the space in front of him immediately, and his hand went straight through.
At the same time, above Lu Dingyi’s left shoulder, a corresponding black vortex also appeared. Li Chongjiu’s palm, which turned into a black sharp claw, turned out of the vortex abruptly and moved towards Lu Dingyi. He grabbed it from the back of his head.
"Clang!"
Just as the black claw caught Lu Ding's head, there was no sign behind him unfolding a sword-light barrier that was completely condensed from the golden source of truth.
The twelve golden sword lights spread out like a peacock, blocking Li Chongjiu's sneak attack.
"Oh? Did you hide your strength?" Li Zhongjiu missed a hit, stepped back slightly, and at the same time retracted his black claws to his side.
Lu Ding turned his head and looked at Li Chongjiu with a sneer: "Li Chongjiu, do you really think you are the leader of this operation? I can't say to go in, so I don't want to go in, and want to kill others and force everyone to accompany you. Are you going to die? You found the wrong person!"
As soon as these words came out, the dozen or so casual cultivators who had decided to leave immediately scattered behind Lu Dingyi, took out their treasures, and looked at Li Chongjiu with incomparable alertness.
The six people on Li Chongjiu's side also drew out their weapons one after another.
That is, Lin Feng and Xiao Meng are still on the sidelines, it seems that no one is helping, just watching the excitement.
"Lu Dingyi, don't look at your many people, but the cultivation base is not as good as ours, listen to my persuasion, come back obediently, and enter the eyes of Gale with us."
Li Chongjiu squinted his eyes and stared at Lu Dingyi, his hands turned black.
Qin Mi stood aside and helped beat the drum: "That's right, Fellow Daoist Lu, I think your strength should be the same as ours, the first-order Mahayana of Crossing Tribulation, right? You have such strength, and the three of us will lead the way together. Other daoists helped to support the formation, it is not difficult to go to the eye of the wind."
"Don't talk nonsense, I say no... Um?"
Lu Dingyi was about to respond, but he suddenly stopped.
What happened? Why suddenly I can't see anything with my left eye?
And there is a strange swelling in the head, what is going on?
Lu Ding held his head with one hand, and at the same time looked at a casual practitioner next to him, stretched out his hand and grabbed him and said: "Me, what's wrong with my head? What's wrong?"
"Ah~~You, you, you, don't come over, let go, let go of Lao Tzu!" The casual cultivator seemed to have seen a ghost, and he staggered Lu Ding with a frightened kick, and then turned back. Retreat.
Not only him, but almost all the casual cultivators began to retreat frantically, leaving Lu Dingyi.
Even Qin Mi and Li Chongjiu looked shocked.
The appearance of Lu Dingyi today is too weird. I don’t know if it is some kind of evil magical power or something...
Now Lu Dingyi's left half of his head is swollen high, like a huge one. Large tumors are average.
The blue veins and roots on the skull were stretched, and because of the swelling of the skin, the eye sockets were deformed, and one of his eyeballs was so drooping out of the eye sockets.
The mouth and nose are still flowing out of strange and sticky uncontrollably. The thick liquid comes.
Like blood, but obviously mixed with some other unknown substances.
"I...what's wrong with me? My head, my head doesn't feel anymore, what happened..."
Lu Dingyi’s voice was a bit blurred for a while, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, one hand continued to hold the severely swollen and deformed left head, and one hand stretched forward. It seems that I want to ask for help.
However, with his current virtue, who would dare to save him?
"Did you see clearly the other party's method of action?" Xiao Meng asked Lin Feng in a low voice, but instead of looking at the weird Lu Dingyi, he looked behind him.
Lin Feng shook his head slightly, his expression also a bit solemn.
The method of attacking this man was a bit weird, and he didn't see any clues.
"Hehe, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt, isn't it?" With a chuckle, a figure slowly walked out of the wind and sand behind Lu Ding.
This is a young man dressed in white, his face is so beautiful that it is difficult to distinguish between male and female.
With a cynical smile on his face, he carried a pipe in his hand, and occasionally took a few sips of azole in his mouth. It seemed very comfortable to swallow the clouds and fog in such a harsh and dangerous environment.
He chuckled and walked to Lu Dingyi's side, stretched out his hand and patted Lu Dingyi's deformed hideous head, then watched everyone smile slightly: "Everyone, introduce yourself, I am true A disciple of the Red Star Xuankong Sect, head north."
"The White Plague God is going north? You, why are you here?" Qin Mi exclaimed as soon as he heard the other party's self-introduction.
Whether it is the name of the Xuankong Sect or the White Plague God, it is very loud in this really red nebula.
Don't look at the name Xuankongzong sounds good, but it is a weird sect full of evil spirits.
This sect is particular about being free from any secular etiquette and moral limitations. system.
Sometimes they are happy. They can save a planet that is about to be destroyed for no reason.
But sometimes when you are in a bad mood, you will kill for no reason, and even directly destroy the relatively weak planetary civilization.
In short, everything depends on the mood, there is no logic at all.
In this Xuankong Sect, the name of the White Plague God is the most frightening.
If the Xuankong Sect as a whole will occasionally do some good things, then there are only countless corpses and deaths left by this white plague god.
This man is a lunatic who enjoys killing. He never considers the consequences and makes no sense.
Furthermore, it is said that this white-clothed plague **** can't laugh the most. The more he kills, the brighter his smile.
But now, the plague who represents death, smiles never left his beautiful face.
"You are really disappointed, really disappointed."
To the north, pat Lu Dingyi's shoulder: "I originally calculated it well. When you reach the center of the eye of the gale, I will jump out to put out your hopes and kill them one by one. At that time, I looked at you. The expression of horror and consternation, but it is a great enjoyment, but you, unexpectedly planned to give up halfway, and then retreat?"
Lu Dingyi was swept northward on his shoulders, and seemed to have lost his ability to think, so he stuck there motionless like a wooden man.
The only intact eye was also full of sluggishness and confusion, as if the soul had left his deformed body.
"In short, the bad boy who is disobedient will be punished, isn't it?" As he said to the north, his white palm lightly scratched Lu Ding's head.
It's weird, sticky. After the loud noise, Lu Dingyi's head was pulled up alive by him, and he placed it in his palm to play with, and his body fell directly to the ground.
A monk who crossed the robbery of the first-order Mahayana actually failed to make a resistance, so he died.
"Guru..." Qin Mi swallowed hard. Swallowing, looking at the northward line, he trembled: "Xiang, predecessor, we haven't offended you."
"Offend?" When traveling north, he looked at Qin Mi and chuckled: "Are you worthy? You little poor worms, at best, you can just give me some fun to relieve my boredom, but it's a pity, now it's hurting me. I came out early and spoiled my fun, you guys are really **** it."
Speaking, he took a sip of the pipe in his hand to the northbound, and sprayed a puff of smoke at Qin Mi and the others.
"Damn it, it's the virus!"
Li Chongjiu gave a low cry, rushed forward, reached out and touched his back, and threw out six scrolls.
The scrolls detached from his body and unfolded in the air. After each set of scrolls were unfolded, there was a starry mysterious figure painted on it. The six pictures flickered together, and the rays of light spread out in a hexagonal shape, immediately unfolding a translucent one around everyone. The protective cover comes.
The white smoke jetting northward hit the True Source Shield and was blown away, unable to penetrate directly into it.
"Oh? The six-star formation of a sickle? Unexpectedly, a casual cultivator has such a good thing. This is the confidence that you dare to break through the eyes of the wind?"
Heading north to look at Li Chongjiu's formation, he couldn't help nodding slightly, and his handsome face showed an expression of interest once again.
"Those who don't want to die, pour the true source into the scroll!"
Li Chongjiu stretched out his hands flat, standing in the position of the eyes to support the six-star formation.
These six scrolls are life-saving things that he has spent countless efforts to obtain over the years. They are the bottom cards of the press box that will be consumed once.
Although it is displayed now, it is absolutely unstoppable from the attack of the White Plague God, and it takes all the casual cultivators to infuse the true source together.
When I heard Li Zhongjiu say this, how dare other casual cultivators neglect?
According to Li Chongjiu's instructions, he quickly stood up in the formation and kept pouring his true source into the formation for reinforcement.
The six-star formation of the curved sickle is a very powerful simple defensive formation.
Because of its simple purpose, the effect is extremely good, even if it goes northward for a while, it can't be broken.
"It's really interesting, but you two, don't you plan to enter the six-star formation of the curved sickle? Stay outside, not afraid that I will pick your heads?"
Heading northward, he still smiled, but he had already turned to Lin Feng and Xiao Meng.
Indeed, because Lin Feng and Xiao Meng have not joined any camps just now, Lin Feng and Xiao Meng have always been standing far away from the casual practitioners, and this will naturally not be shrouded in the six-star formation of the sickle. ...