Chapter 237 The Mist Hidden Killing Formation

Author: Qingfengsanren

Chapter 237 The Mist Hidden Killing Formation

"Men should be self-reliant..."

"The decals against the mirror are yellow!"

Kong Wen's face turned pale, and his self-strong power failed and could only dodge in a mess. Jiang Yuebai raised his sword to chase him.

"The wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold, the hero..."

"The hero hangs himself in the southeast branch!"

The figure of the soldier general just started to show his outline, but was interrupted by Jiang Yuebai again.

"I smiled at the sky..."

"I'll go to bed after laughing!"

The flame sword light hit the chest, Kong Wen made the blood spit back, and his mind was in chaos. His cultivation was still insufficient. If he could not focus without distraction, he would always be interrupted by Jiang Yuebai.

Jiang Yuebai put away his sword. After a few rounds, she figured it out. This Confucian cultivator of the Kong family was just a verbal skill and had a sword light in his mouth. His power was not worse than that of the sword cultivator.

The small Ganoderma lucidum above his head moved slightly, and vines flew on the vines on both sides. Kong Wenrang struggled to get up, and as Jiang Yuebai pressed step by step, he was caught off guard and tied up tightly.

Just as he was about to speak, several vines flew quickly in front of him, tightly squeezing into his mouth, making him unable to make a sound.

Jiang Yuebai sacrificed the Shadow Confinement Mother Blade, and the crescent moon is as fast as the wind.

Kong Wenrang opened his eyes in horror, inspiring his breath all over his body, Haoran's righteousness broke through his fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, he drew two golden characters beside him.

Poetry and Books in the Belly Breeze·"Autumn Wind"

All sounds rise in quietness, the wind roars,

Swords and halberds were roaring for half a day, and waves were rolling on the ground.

Kong Wen let the pain groan, squeezing the righteous spirit of his whole body without chanting, just writing a poem, and the majestic momentum burst out.

The strong wind roared, the swords and halberds roared, and the waves suddenly surged in the passage and the waves surging.

Jiang Yuebai and the Puppet Wumeng were both forced back by the waves. Kong Wen asked his verbal sword to cut off the vines, rose up with the wind, and quickly disappeared at the end of the maze.

There was a little itch behind his ears, and Kong Wen ignored it and never noticed that there was a silver-white mycelium behind his ears, which was hiding into his hair bit by bit.

The waves retreated, Jiang Yuebai put away his sword and returned to the sheath. This battle probably made it clear about the Confucianism method. He thought it was enough to seal his mouth, but now it seems that he still has to interrupt his hand.

She deliberately let Kong Wenrang go, naturally to let him go to find other disciples of the Kong family, especially his two brothers Kong Wenliang and Kong Wengong.

"When the time comes, I will bury it neatly for your family!"

After a little rest, Jiang Yuebai calculated the time. She had been in the maze for more than a day, and the maze would open for a total of nine days.

Starting from the sixth day, the inner hunting ground teleportation array was opened and the outer maze began to be closed.

All monks who did not enter the inner hunting ground would be squeezed into meat paste as she encountered in the bronze maze at the beginning.

"You still have to find the inner teleportation array as soon as possible."

Jiang Yuebai continued to pass through the wall and walked straight, practicing small magic on the road.

When you see the treasured buds, go over to have a friendly exchange and accept the warm gifts from the buds.

When they saw someone scrambling for treasures, they went up to persuade them to fight, took away the source of the dispute, and persuaded everyone to calm down outside.

When they saw the disciples of non-sects, they took out the light mirror and asked them to see the flying dragon in the sky, so that they could understand the way of hospitality of the disciples of the Pope.

Day after day, busy and busy.

As time goes by, more and more people are eliminated, most of whom are still casual cultivators.

Like every previous session, the Random Cultivation League said it was an alliance, but it was actually difficult to manage. Those who were willing to be Random Cultivation were not only in order to avoid being restricted, but a considerable part of them were not allowed to enter the sect except for the qualifications issue.

Therefore, the wandering cultivators attended the Fengyun Conference mostly for treasure hunting opportunities. The leader of the wandering cultivator League had no hope of winning. He himself had not returned to the headquarters of the wandering cultivator League once every ten years.

In the maze, most of the casual cultivators are single or Taoist couples who are active together. When they meet disciples of aristocratic families and disciples of sects who are gradually gathering together into large troops, they will naturally be eliminated.

In addition, everyone found that in the past, the disciples of aristocratic families were relatively united and strong, and they were equally matched with the disciples of the sect.

This time, less than six days later, there were many more disciples of the aristocratic families who were eliminated than those of the sect.

And a considerable number of people have something in common...

In the center of the square stone pillars, two disciples from the Pingjiang Realm were eliminated. They were dressed in rags, covered with frost, and still looked terrified on their faces.

"It was Jiang Yuebai, a Tianyan Sect, who was killed again!"

"It's exactly the same as the twenty or so in front of me, and was bombarded by Fu Bao with one move."

"This kind of immoral thing should be prohibited! Why does her, a priest, have no other tricks except talismans?"

"Look at which of the elite disciples of those aristocratic families does not have talisman treasures? When the two people in the Wang family were eliminated yesterday, they were still holding half of the talisman treasures in their hands."

"At present, in terms of the number of people, there are only Kong clans in the Aristocratic League, no one in the Fang clan and Lu clans have been eliminated, and there are not many people left in other clans."

"The sects are also quite strange. The older generation of disciples from major sects have been eliminated from more than 30, and the younger generation has persisted until the fifth day. It's quite amazing."

"It's a pity that I can't see the situation in the maze, otherwise it would have been very exciting."

At this time, a mirage phantom gradually appeared above the stone pillar, and the inner hunting ground was about to open.

"This is... Xuanming Battlefield, the land of the Ice Demon Ancestor!"

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At that time, on the fifth day of the trial, the altar in the center of the maze.

A bronze giant sword, a stone pillar surrounded by vines, and a huge ice sculpture with human face and bird body stands among the ruins of ruins, facing the three major areas of the maze.

The ruins are like ruins of a dilapidated imperial city, and from its huge scale, you can still imagine the gloriousness here once was.

But at this moment, the ruins went east, and most of the area was filled with fog, and there was no way to the teleportation array to the hunting ground.

The cold wind is shivering, and the solemn aura is creepy.

Two disciples of the aristocratic families walked out from behind the Demon God's ice sculpture and immediately laughed when they saw the fog in the east of the ruins.

Whoosh!

Two sword energy broke out from behind the lodged huge stone pillars. The two disciples of the aristocratic families were shocked and hurriedly dodged and stepped into the thick fog.

"Haha, you sect wastes have the ability to kill you."

A sarcasm sound came from the formation. Xie Jingshan jumped onto the stone pillar and slashed out the flames and sword lights all over the sky towards the formation ahead in anger.

Boom boom boom boom!

No matter how he bombarded, the sword light was like a mud cow that could not stir up any waves in the thick fog.

"Don't work hard. The people of the aristocratic family are obviously prepared to set up this fog-hide killing array. Only the people of their aristocratic family can pass through safely. If we go in, something will happen."

He Wangchen slowly emerged half of his head towards Xie Jingshan Road.

After Xie Jingshan jumped back to the stone pillar, "Then can't you think of a way to break this formation?"

He Wangchen scratched his head, "Are I thinking about it? Don't be anxious. You must take your time calmly in breaking the formation. The more anxious you are, the easier it is to ignore the flaws in front of you. My master said..."

"Dede, stop nagging, hurry up and break the formation. After you nag, the daylily will be cold. Now more and more disciples from the aristocratic family are entering, and our sect will definitely suffer a great loss at that time."

"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I'm watching." He Wangchen still stretched his head slowly to observe.

Xie Jingshan sighed, "It would be great if Jiang Yuebai was here. She had the most ideas. Fortunately, she had the part of the maze picture she gave me so that we could get out of the bronze maze so smoothly."

roar!

A roar of shock came from behind the bronze giant sword, and Xie Jingshan and He Wangchen were lying in a row and looked over secretly.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The rhythmic vibration of the ground, accompanied by the creaking of metal overwhelmed, the five people fought and retreated, and escaped from behind the bronze giant sword.

"The five Guiyuan Sword Sect!"

The black shadow covering the sky and the sun cast down from above, Xie Jingshan and He Wangchen looked up stiffly.

A bronze body ten feet tall, with eight arms waving different weapons, like a Buddhist angrily glowing Vajra, with a huge momentum.

Xie Jingshan cursed, "This group of bastards! How did you draw out the eight-armed Vajra of the guardian giant puppet in the bronze maze!"
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