Late Night Tales Of The Capital Chapter 95: Believe it or not
Just one interlace.
Everyone discovered that this newly-appearing embossed Yin Ling had a significant increase in combat power, and it almost had the strength close to the Starlight Realm. A fist at hand is the power of Bengshan and Prison Breaking. The Qijue Suoyun Formation that attacked Shushan is like a broken bamboo, as if it is the invincible embodiment of bravery.
On the one hand, Shushan’s disciples have always stood at the forefront of the queue and are under the greatest pressure. On the other hand, they have been fighting for too long, and some disciples with lower cultivation levels have already experienced symptoms of exhaustion.
The combat power of the embossed Yin Ling suddenly increased, which really caught people by surprise. All punches opened their chests, broke their heads, severed their limbs, and died tragically. Jiang Liuyun tried his best to save it. However, this wave of Yin Ling was huge in number and close to Xing Yao in strength. Even if it was him, it was impossible to kill all of them in a short time.
"Everyone retreats and defends with all their strength. The strength of the sturdy Yin Ling is probably close to the Starlight Realm. Disciples of the Psychic Realm should not force forward, and try to cooperate with them as much as possible." Jiang Liuyun yelled, Wang Jianqingluan exuded a burst. Li Mang slammed at the nearest ghost.
"Yinling is now, everyone works together, don't fight alone." Wu Ming from the Six Buddha Temple also shouted, and the morning bell was called out again by him.
"Work together?"
"Do you still have to fight the enemy with the opposite monster?"
Some people heard Wu Ming’s yelling, and subconsciously looked at the monster warriors who were not far away. Under the leadership of Nan Fengxiu, although the entire army would not be annihilated, but after this wave of Yinling’s raids , Also suffered heavy casualties.
"To fight the enemy together?"
"These ghosts seem to be inexhaustible, and they can't be cut completely. When are they heads? If they continue like this, they won't be possible. Not to mention the divine weapon pawns, I am afraid that even my own life has to be explained here."
The scene is getting more and more chaotic, and some people have begun to think carefully.
Some people even begin to retain their strength at this time, obviously not working hard, only seeing the sword swinging, and no real essence flashing. The power of Yin Ling increased, but the power of the realm of comprehension began to gradually weaken.
People's hearts are chaotic, and flaws appear frequently.
A disciple of Dry Mountain Sword Tomb was grabbed by a monkey-like yin spirit. He was about to die. The disciple of Yangshan Tzu Chi Palace next to him did not step forward. He stepped back a few steps and flashed. When I reached the other side of the Shushan disciple, I was afraid of being caught by this mutated Yin Ling.
There is no suspense, the disciple of the Kulshan Sword Tomb was torn apart from the Snow Mountain Linghai.
On the other hand, the formation of the Demon Race, although it is also precarious, it is still stable. At least there has been no such internal fighting. The hierarchy of the Demon Race highlights his superiority at this moment, as long as the direct disciples of the Demon King stand. In the first place, one of the monster warriors in the back is counted as one, and no one dares to use their brains.
"Mud can't support the wall!"
"I am afraid that people will die almost before this artifact is unearthed."
Ye Que stepped lightly, evading the attack of a Yin Ling, and then red bean's oiled paper umbrella smashed on the Yin Ling's forehead.
"After watching for so long, have you found a way to crack it?" Hongdou asked Ye Que with a glance.
Ye Que recovered a little bit of Tianyuan, and now he can only move quickly to avoid the attacks of the ghosts, and don't even think about counterattack.
Pointing to the surrounding murals, Ye Que said confidently, "The sea of blood under the relief is the key. I think if you destroy these seas of blood, the yin spirit will become water without a source."
"Have you noticed that all the ghosts that come out of the mural are all bathed in blood. Only if they are contaminated with blood from the river can these ghosts come out of the mural."
"When we first entered this hall, I felt that there was a problem with the river in the relief. It was not an ordinary river. If I expected it to be correct, it should be the Luo River." After a pause, Ye Que Continued, "Do you remember the circle of murals around the plaque before we entered the golden palace? It tells how the river pawns were born. Since the river pawns are condensed by the dead souls around Luohe, naturally this Luoshui is Is the key."
Looking at the yin spirits surrounding the sky with killing intent, Ye Que said leisurely, "These yin spirits should be the dead souls absorbed by the river pawns. They don't exist in the Three Realms, and they will never be superborn."
Ye Que and Hongdou are discussing countermeasures, and the disciples of the cultivation world over there have begun to fall apart.
Although Zhuo Bufan is a disciple of the psychic realm, he is extremely talented in understanding and is the key training object of Shushan. This time following Jiang Liuyun is to broaden his horizons and increase his knowledge, but the current situation is almost beyond estimates.
A careless one, Zhuo Bufan’s throat was suddenly locked by a solid-shaped yin spirit, and a burst of bone-chilling cold quickly enveloped Zhuo Bufan’s body, first freezing his hair, and then freezing his blood. At last, the cold air began to cover his breath and Linghai.
Life and death are hanging by a thread.
Suddenly!
A cyan flying sword slammed through the sky, and directly cut off the arm of the Yin Ling's throat, and then the cyan long sword swung around and attacked the Yin Ling's chest extremely fast.
The true essence that envelops the cyan long sword seems to be the strength of the Starlight Realm, but it is unconvincing, even vaguely thicker than Jiang Liuyun.
Within three moves, Yin Ling was beheaded, the fireflies dissipated in the air, and Zhuo Bufan's body was also sucked backwards and fell under the feet of a group of people in black.
"It's cold, so cold."
Zhuo Bufan said tremblingly, the whole person didn't even have the strength to shiver, the man in black who rescued him did not speak, but gently placed one hand on Zhuo Bufan’s chest, and the other hand covered it. Live, and then an extremely pure and pure essence was poured into Zhuo Bufan's body.
Between ten breaths, Zhuo Bufan's body was forced out of his body, and even his snowy mountains and spirit sea were filled a lot.
Between these ten breaths, Zhuo Bufan’s eyes widened suddenly, as if seeing something surprising, his eyes stared at the man in black in front of him, and he opened his mouth to shout. When he came out, he saw the black-clothed man's eyes cold, subconsciously, he swallowed back when he reached his mouth.
From those three tricks, it is not difficult to see that the cultivation base of this man in black is really not low, but in the whole process, since entering this hall, they only shot this time, which is totally the same thing. It doesn't matter what you look like.
The entire Shushan disciples didn't care at all, letting these eight people stand in the safest position.
It's useless to care. These people are personally ordered by the head, and even Jiang Liuyun can't command them. They can do whatever they want, and no one can stop them. Therefore, along the way, these people almost enjoyed the best service of the entire Shushan disciples.
Zhuo Bufan had just been saved, Ye Que seemed to have finished communicating with Hongdou, Ye Que shouted at everyone.
"Everyone listens."
"Destroy the river of reliefs on the mural with all your strength."
"The reason why these yin spirits can resurrect is because they have absorbed the blood in the river."
Hearing Ye Que’s shout, all the people who were still alive were taken aback, and then they looked at the river on the mural in distraction and circled the hall. If the key to breaking the formation is this river, then It's really a big project!
"How did you see it?" A disciple of the cultivation world chopped off Yin Ling's arm with a knife and asked, panting.
"Yes, what's the evidence? This is a moment of life and death. Every trace of your spiritual power is precious and you can't do useless work." Another person shouted.
Ye Que scanned the audience once, almost with a suspicious expression.
"I guess."
"No evidence."
Two simple sentences immediately left everyone speechless.
"There is no evidence, what are you talking about here?"
"An exhausted psychic realm for casual cultivator, what qualifications do you have to talk nonsense here."
"With your word, everyone has to destroy the river of reliefs in the entire hall? What if it doesn't work? Are they all buried here with you?"
Now is the most tense and sensitive moment. With a little excitement, everyone will fry the pot. It seems that Ye Que's sentence will cause everyone to die. Don't believe you can not do it, is it necessary to be so cynic?
Faced with these cynicism, is Ye Que angry?
It's strange not to be angry!
However, there is no way, he really has no evidence, everything is his guess.
The red bean standing next to Ye Que~IndoMTL.com~ opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but opened her mouth, but didn’t say anything. It’s not that I can’t say it, or I don’t know how. Say? Say what? She was originally not good at talking with her mouth, what she was good at was talking with her fist!
But now it's obviously not the time to strike a fist at these cultivation world disciples.
Ye Que’s words are like a joke. After being teased by everyone, they still acted according to their own ideas, but the result is that the damned person will still die, and the injured person will still be hurt. , The people who mocked Ye Que were also looking for a way to crack it, but it was useless.
"I believe what he said."
Finally, Li Jianqi stood up and shouted loudly that she believed Ye Que's words. In this short period of time, a few more people died on the scene, the number of Yin Ling increased, and even Jiang Liuyun's sleeves were torn by Yin Ling.
"His Royal Highness, don't talk nonsense, what does he know about an exhausted psychic realm cultivator!" Seeing Li Jianqi's movements, the deputy director of the ruling, Si Ye Jingxuan, said a little anxiously.
"He is not a casual cultivator, he is a disciple of Qingqiu Jianmen, and his master is a drunk immortal." Li Jianqi looked at Yan Shuo and said seriously, "And the reason why he was exhausted was to save me. He alone led all the monster warriors away, and then let me successfully break out."
"Will such a person talk nonsense?" Li Jianqi said righteously, "Since none of you know how to break the formation now, why can't you listen to other people's opinions? Is it the only thing you are talking about? Is that right? If I also think that the way to break the formation is the river of relief on the mural, do you believe it?"
"I am the sword idiot of Jingzhai, the daughter of the prince of the Tang Dynasty, do you believe me what I said?"
(The second update today, it was a bit late, but finally it was more.)