Zhao Ge: 143. Taking the body as the array
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The relationship between He Qingchuan and Jiang Ge was not good, they disliked each other, and they fought every day when they were in the sect.
Chopped a knife, scolded, quarreled angrily, beaten with broken arm and leg. I can't wait to kill the other person by myself. But how to make noise and fight is all their own business.
When did the people of the Nine Profound Clan be bullied by others? !
When was Jiu Xuan's grave able to be digged by others? !
"Who made you move your grave!"
He Qingchuan roared and leaped up, and the light of heavy swords burst out all over the sky. In an instant, there seemed to be only roaring left in the world, only the light of swords.
However, the black cloak just stood silently, watching and listening silently.
Ren He Qingchuan's rage raged like a violent wind.
The mountain collapsed, the sound of the river flowing backwards, and the sound of the wind brought by the violent blade was all in my ears. The light of the knife swooped down like a galaxy, tens of thousands, like a frenzy and sound like a mad dragon.
The blade fell, and the black cloak raised his head.
"Yes..."
He spoke softly, his voice erratic.
"When was we supposed to be expelled from this...land!"
The sound of the last two words suddenly sharpened, like thunder that exploded in the flat ground, and like thick ice bursting on the vast deep sea, piercing human ears.
The knife in the black cloak's hand moved.
The pitch-black knife slashed through the air and turned into a long rainbow, flatly slashing towards He Qingchuan, who was swept by countless knives.
Outside the black mist, by the Xiangtan Lake.
The simple earth tomb that He Qingchuan personally piled up for Jiang Ge was excavated. The tombstone was half buried in the soil, and the words on the tombstone only revealed the five words "Jiuxuanmen Genmai". A man in short clothes stood in front of the tombstone. His clothes were not in the style of Jin Tang, but rather like a warrior from Qian Chen.
There was a dagger hanging from his waist, and several formation patterns under Jiang Ge's body had been destroyed.
But if you want to really shake a formation, it is not enough to destroy the formation.
The front eye must be destroyed.
"Nine Profound Gen veins, Jiang Ge, right?" The man held the spirits in his hand and poured it on the ground, "Although this is not very authentic, it is not the result of martial arts. But..."
The spirits were all poured out, and he clapped his hands and removed the dagger from his waist.
"But I can't help myself in the arena, sorry."
The voice fell, and a bright silver light burst out from the dagger, from top to bottom, it turned into a silver dragon-like light and shadow, immersed in the Tianling cover of Jiang Ge's corpse. The moment the dagger sank in, the remaining lines on the ground burst out with dazzling light, and strong spiritual pressure burst out of the body.
The man snorted, as if he had also suffered some serious injury, and the corners of his lips were bleeding slowly.
He held the dagger with both hands tightly, without letting go.
The infuriating energy ran wildly, and all the daggers were poured into them. The light of the daggers became more and more prosperous. In the end, only the sound of the glass being shattered was heard, and the silver light burst out completely, like a ball of lightning rolling on the ground. Amid a series of crackling sounds, Jiang Ge's body was completely shattered.
Don't talk about the residual bones, the scraps of clothes were not able to stay.
The moment Jiang Ge's body was destroyed, the dagger in the man's hand also shattered.
He spouted a big mouthful of blood "wow" and sat down on the ground, his veins broken, and he had become a useless person. The surrounding ghost world spread over silently, and soon wrapped him in.
The moment before being completely swallowed up by the ghost world, the man gave a short laugh.
The moment Jiang Ge's body was destroyed, the air in Jinglingtai shook violently, and after a low and turbulent buzzing sound, the light of the formation dimmed for most of an instant.
——This is a manifestation of the destruction of an important front.
The formation is about the whole, and the power of a forced formation will be weakened by more than half in an instant—this is a formation with more than one formation. This shows the importance of the front.
When the light of the formation suddenly dimmed in half, He Qingchuan fell heavily from mid-air and hit the open space in front of Guan Zhiyu's body. Holding the handle of the knife, he coughed up blood.
His strength was originally lower than that of unknown origin. It is very likely that the black cloak of the demon left over from the era was much lower. Before, he could barely fight the opponent through the weakening of the black cloak's demon energy through the formation method. Forced to form the formation, He Qingchuan's full sky of sword light was cut one by one by the opponent's black Changhong.
In the end, the sword qi directly slashed on He Qingchuan's heavy sword.
The vision in front of me is a bit blurred.
Da, da.
Clear footsteps, the sound of wooden clogs hitting the slate, the knife in the black cloak's hand pointed at the ground diagonally, and he slowly approached He Qingchuan without hurries. Before that, due to the existence of the large formation, he could not really enter the area in front of the Jingling Platform, and could only manipulate the devilish energy to erode the Jingling Platform from a distance, and fought against He Qingchuan.
But now that the formation has been broken by half, the ability to stop him is no longer so strong.
——Not promising.
——That’s it? stand up.
——Is this not enough?
The figure of the black cloak in the field of vision slowly approached, and the surrounding magic gradually became thicker, and it would soon be able to occupy this open space. He Qingchuan's ear seemed to ring Guan Zhiyu's flat, disdainful voice again.
"Cough cough cough."
He coughed up blood, his blood-stained face twisted, twitching his mouth and grinning.
"Who the **** can't do it?!"
He hissed and snarled, and clenched the heavy knife.
He slapped the ground with his left hand, and He Qingchuan jumped up from the ground--just like this, the young man who was lying on the ground and watching Guan Zhiyu go away in his memory also jumped up.
Go **** and come back!
Go **** and wait for her to come back!
He should jump up, he should catch up!
It should be...
It's time to pull out the knife.
The black cloak let out a little, as if he didn't expect He Qingchuan to break out again. But He Qingchuan could no longer hear all the voices from the outside world. The sword in his hand began to dance-with the young man who was beaten to the ground by Guan Zhiyu in his memory for the first practice of the sword, danced with him.
The blade is chic and unrestrained, mighty.
That's sending!
It was the sword technique that Guan Zhiyu used to dance with a cold sword.
What is "send"? It is anger, condemnation, judgment, all emotions that erupt like magma.
The heavy devilish energy was split, and the fierce sun crashed down, bringing God's punishment to the people of the world. Every sword light carries a terrifying aura and determination.
It's the billowing thunder, turning the world over. It was the strong wind that broke the Tianzhu.
The roaring fire that announced the anger of the sky, but fell.
In the last move, the heavy knife flew out of He Qingchuan's hand, and rushed towards the black cloak.
That was not a knife anymore, it was a meteorite stream containing the wrath of the sky, and Changhong fell like a crash.
The strength of the black cloak far surpasses He Qingchuan, but locked by this knife, he has always dealt with it easily, finally switched to holding the sword with both hands, stepped back, and dealt with it all.
It was like a meteor colliding, and it was like a mountain collapsed during an earthquake, and the muffled thunder-like voice echoed in front of the Jingling Platform. Devilish energy, dust, gravel... just like the sea surface of the sea that a golden crow rushed into, it rolled violently, and the world fell into chaos for an instant.
He Qingchuan knelt on the ground, his sword has been released, and his true qi has reached a state of exhaustion about to run away. The situation cannot be worse.
The open space gradually recovered a little visibility, and He Qingchuan saw that the black cloak was forced back to its original position.
But he didn't seem to be hurt too much.
Is this the magic? No wonder that in the Chaos Era and Ten Thousand Immortals Era, daring to participate in the plan to kill the ancient emperor is indeed desperately strong.
He Qingchuan thought, but laughed.
"Guan Zhiyu, I have come to you for the answer."
He Qingchuan whispered in a hoarse voice.
He can't stand up anymore, put his hands on the ground, half-crawled and half-moved to the side of Guan Zhiyu, barely sitting cross-legged.
The black cloak seemed to realize what he wanted to do and wanted to interrupt him, but the artistic conception contained in the sword that just broke out under He Qingchuan's full strength had natural restraint on him, and had to be resolved first.
He Qingchuan ignited his own sea of consciousness, ignited his own soul, and his true energy was poured into the formation pattern, and a bright brilliant light burst out with the meaning of vastness.
He is integrating himself with the formation.
Turn into an array.
The space around He Qingchuan is faintly distorted. He is refining himself into the missing front of the big array, filling up the one left by Jiang Ge.
——This is all right, he is not much better than Jiang Ge.
He won't be able to return to Jiu Xuan.
The true energy was evacuated, and the power of the formation flowed back into the body. In the pain of the fire burning the soul, He Qingchuan turned his head slightly and looked at Guan Zhiyu beside him.
He grinned.
I feel like I want to laugh, and I feel like calling Guan Zhiyu one last time.
However, the last call was not uttered after all. In the open space in front of the Jingling Platform, the formation that had been missing and dimmed once again lit up again. He Qingchuan, like his senior sister Guan Zhiyu, used her body as a formation to fill up the destroyed eyes.
The big array is fully operational again.
The demon energy that had occupied almost all the space in front of the Jingling Platform was instantly forced to withdraw again. The fire surrounding Jinglingtai brightened, suppressing the invasion of demonic energy.
The black cloak carried the knife and stood in front of the restored formation. He saw He Qingchuan's body burst out with exactly the same light as the formation method-that was a sign of the success of the formation.
During the count, he didn't move.
For a moment, the knife in his hand shattered and turned into black butterflies circling and dancing. The black butterflies flooded this area endlessly, and the devilish energy temporarily suppressed by the fire of karma seemed to receive some powerful assistance. The same, the momentum is strong again.
The black cloak slowly raised his hand, as if holding up something in the void.
Along with his movements, the sound of Xiangtan Lake's water rushed loudly behind him, as if pale corpses were slowly crawling out.