World of Cultivation: Section 292 Little Devil Kills
Small devil kills 292nd
Shu Long Demon Skill urged to peak, countless black gas, quickly penetrated into his body at an amazing speed.
I saw his body swell rapidly, and his figure was more than a foot tall. The original vicissitudes of the face also became fierce and majestic at this time.
It's not just him, other camp guards around him are drinking heavily at this time, all taller.
"What kind of evil is this?" The big man was stunned.
"I don't know." The middle-aged person looks dignified: "It's a bit like" Ghost General Pro "of Ghost Rune Gate, and it's a bit like Dhyana Cultivator magic. , Not much left now. "
"Why are there not many left now?"
"This type of secret method focuses on killing, but it is light on self-cultivation, not to mention Forging spirit pill and other management techniques. It naturally slumps quickly." The middle-aged man quickly explained, his eyes staring at the battlefield.
In Spiritual Eyes of Zuo Mo, it's another scene. Each camp guard was surrounded by black gas, like countless black thin pythons entangled around them.
The sharper howling sounded suddenly.
Waitang Cultivator simultaneously released sword awns, countless sword awns of different colors, like a dense and huge group of grouper fish, whistling towards the Guard Camp below!
Thousands of Cultivator put the swordsman on the scene spectacularly!
Everyone who witnessed this scene shook his heart.
Guard Camp up and down, after Shu Long drunk, but suddenly fell into a strange silence. The strong killing intent before disappeared instead.
Zuo Mo can't help expressing shock at this moment, the black gas is firmly bound in large formation, they are like a beast trapped in the cage, crashing wildly in the cage. But Shu Long they seem to ignore these black gas, firmly stand in position, and let them collide.
Did not hear the Shu Long screaming, "Kill!" until the Jianmang rain that was pouring down reached the top of his head.
The sound of his "kill" is not loud, with a unique rhythm, deep and depressed.
I saw Guard Camp large formation running swiftly. The violent black gas in the battlefield didn't seem to be reluctant to be urged. They frantically struggled, but to no avail. The battalion in black armor was expressionless, and its pace steadily moved. As the camp guards swam fast in the array, an invisible force was generated in the array, which drove the black gas from slow to fast.
A huge vortex appears over Guard Camp. The vortex became dark at the speed visible to the naked eye, and the rich killing intent was revealed again!
The sword-like sky like raindrops seems to be attracted by the mighty power, simultaneously casts to the vortex.
The looks of Cultivator's faces have changed greatly!
Jiangmang is out of control!
How is that possible?
Most of them have never encountered such a weird situation.
I saw that the sky was so rainy, and they all disappeared into the vortex of black gas, disappearing without a trace.
The entire battlefield was a dead silence, and everyone stared blankly at the huge black vortex covering the entire Guard Camp spinning silently.
"This ... what is this?" Dahan exclaimed in a loss.
Middle-aged people are too shocked to speak, how can that be? How can Little Mountain Jie have such a powerful battle formation?
Golden Crow City Lord really has a long history!
It is not a big school of seven or eight hundred years, and it is impossible to have such a scary battle formation. Which martial art is this guy in? What's up to Little Mountain Jie? Could it be the same as their purpose?
A lot of thoughts in my heart turn, and the middle-aged person's face is also cloudy.
Hong Junxuan saw such a huge whirlpool, her face couldn't help changing, and she felt the lively mood disappear.
He Xiang and others were shocked inexplicably. The slowly swirling black vortex over Guard Camp was like an ancient Wasteland Beast, as if it could devour everything. Thousands of sword awns were so inhaled into it silently.
Sure enough, weird!
He Xiang gritted his teeth: "Let's get closer! They can't stop our flying sword!"
The rest of the Cultivator showed hesitation, but Hong Junxuan was in the back. If it was retreats at this time, they would definitely cut it with a sword! Rush forward, there is vitality!
The elders stared at each other, and did not talk nonsense, directly urging spiritual power.
A thousand people behind him saw this and had to follow up. To their peace of mind, they are in the sky, and this weird team is obviously not good at flight, there is no way to take them.
As long as the be careful point, don't get too close, there should be no problem.
He Xiang took the lead forward, and he felt a little drumming in his heart. This team is really weird. The black vortex looks very scary. They have thrills in their hearts.
But unexpectedly, they approached, and the vortex did not affect them. Could it be that this vortex is only useful for swordsman and the like? Everyone's courage suddenly grew a bit.
They tried to move forward again, and it really didn't matter!
At this moment, they immediately settled in their hearts.
Others also see the clues. Somehow, the middle-aged man sighed unconsciously. This fierce formation brought him unprecedented pressure, like a heavy stone pressing in his heart.
Such a powerful killing team should not appear on Little Mountain Jie.
Only Zuo Mo can see the mystery. The black vortex inhales so many sword horns and becomes stronger. What is even more horrible is that the strong black gas is introduced into the array. At this time, the black gas in the array is dozens of times richer than just now.
Zuo Mo looked intently, for some reason, he suddenly thought of the soil mist of Jiuzhuanxiao soil plate. The soil mist is as dense as a mountain, and these black gas are fierce and fierce!
Shu Long in the array, they are covered with thick black gas. Before, they were like snakes. At this time, it seems that there is a heavy black water around. The closer to them, the richer the black gas.
Although the black vortex is still horrifying, in the eyes of Zuo Mo, there are signs of fading.
Morfi ...
Zuo Mo moved.
Just at this time, Shu Long drank again: "Kill!"
Everyone jumped in their hearts, and before they could react, they heard a thousand yells in unison: "Kill!"
The killing intent that has lost its restraint is just like the Fierce Tiger, which is roaring and unstoppable!
The team that had just been rectified suddenly dispersed, and each song was spread out like a cloud. At the same time dozens of black pythons flew in the array, wriggling the thick snake body of the bucket, and flung towards the outer hall Cultivator in the sky.
Hisse!
The endless snake python utters a message, which makes the scalp numb.
People around the audience only saw dozens of black pythons with a length of dozens of feet in the black vortex, exposed black snake teeth, and rushed towards the sky outside hall Cultivator.
The distance between the two sides is not far. The black python is like an arrow from the string, carrying the power that Mo Neng can resist, and pounces in front of the Cultivator.
A blurry black shadow suddenly hit him, and He Xiang's head buzzed, blank.
Not only him, but the other chiefs, none of them responded.
Hoo!
A gust of wind blew through, and the pain in imagination did not appear. He Xiang woke up suddenly, but suddenly found that the surrounding area was dark.
The inexplicable fear filled his heart, he swallowed hard, this, where is this?
Killing coldly, there is no vitality, he seems to be in the void. Solitude and fear, like the tide, constantly struck his psychic defenses.
Calm ... calm ... be calm!
This must be a fantasy!
He Xiang kept telling himself, trying to calm himself down.
A sudden killing intent sound came out of the sky.
"Kill!"
Suddenly, he felt only a sharp pain in his back, but lowered his head in horror to find that a dark-smoked palm protruded from his chest.
Why ...
His heart fell into the endless darkness.
Shu Long only felt that the temperature inside his body was astonishingly high. He seemed to be burnt to ashes, and he clenched his teeth to resist it. Cultivate "Hardship Guard", often encountered situations like this, he urged Demon Skill, just now he killed He Xiang in one hit.
But at this time, he didn't have any joy, only the mad war in his heart.
He raised his palm again. The entire palm was covered with thick black gas. His eyes became scarlet. Heart-like pain came from his right arm, but his arm did not tremble.
No power can come out of thin air.
To get strength, you have to give. Peaceful ***, pay time, while quick ***, although save time, need to pay other things.
"Kill!"
Squeezing a deep roar from his chest, he flipped his palms, his fingers into claws, and grabbed a Cultivator in the sky!
A black palm emerged from his hand, emblazoned on the chest of a Cultivator, and came out through his chest. The dazzling hood was like nothing, and the black palm passed easily.
The Cultivator's body trembled, and the vitality immediately disappeared.
What the outsider saw was an extremely weird scene. When the swift black python eyes saw that they were about to crash into the Cultivator team, it suddenly turned into a black gas, covering the outer hall Cultivator.
The Cultivator shrouded in black gas is stiff like a puppet in the sky.
The Guard Camp below immediately burst out of black gas, hitting the stiffened outer hall Cultivator. I saw the Cultivator in the sky, like dumplings, falling down one by one. Some Cultivators failed to survive in the process of falling.
Papapa!
Waitang Cultivator keeps falling. After a few short breaths, there is nothing in the sky.
None of the Cultivator escaped, and the outer hall was destroyed again, including all their elders. Several elders tried hard to struggle, but in the black gas, they were like headless flies, flying around, but still did not escape, and were eventually hit by dozens of black gas.
The entire battle process was beyond imagination, and it was frighteningly clean.
A thousand people to a thousand people!
One was wiped out in the blink of an eye, while the other was not damaged. Everyone already is no longer shocked, they are afraid! Deep fear, this group of guys wearing black armor is as terrible as Devils and Demons!
No, even Devils and Demons, it would never be so easy to pack a thousand Cultivator!
The blood on Hong Junxuan's face faded completely, as pale as paper, and he opened his mouth subconsciously without making any sound. Beside him, other Ming Xiao sent disciples, and his calf was involuntary.
Even big men and middle-aged people are showing fear.
Who the **** are they?
What the **** is that?
So what is battle formation?