Sword domain master

Chapter 18
If Xiang Qi remembered well, this soul restraining technique was not used alone, but he did not know what this soul restraining technique was.

"Coffin board... no... Brother Ye, from now on, I will follow you!" Han Yuetao said with a playful smile.

Ye Bingyun didn't answer, and raised the corner of his mouth. He didn't expect Ye Bingyun to rescue him. It seems that this guy is not as cold and gloomy as he appears on the surface.

"It's strange, how could the demon wolf appear here, and the aggressiveness is too strong." Liu Wuhen thought, his expression became a little serious.

"Everyone, we have to be careful." Liu Wuhen said in his mouth, and lowered his body to check on the dead wolf.

"It seems that something has affected their sanity. This method is somewhat similar to my Siyuetang." Liu Wuhen took out an antique bell from his arms, looked back at Xiang Qi and others, and said in a deep voice: " Follow me, everyone."

Without waiting for Xiang Qi to answer, Liu Wuhen quickened his pace and walked deeper into the poisonous fog.

Xiang Qi vaguely felt a sense of unease in his heart, and the feeling of unease became stronger and stronger. With a flip of his wrist, Qinggang sword was in his hand, and all the spiritual energy in his body was fully mobilized, and he could react instantly when there was a turmoil.

Here Ning Xiaoqiao blushed slightly, moved away from Xiangqi, and kept vigilant about her surroundings from time to time.

This monster wolf is too fast, if it is not noticed, the consequences will be disastrous.

As it gradually deepened, the fog became thicker and thicker, and I could only see about ten steps around, and my feet became soft and muddy.

In addition to the unpleasant smell of poisonous miasma, rot, stench, and even an inexplicable fragrance mixed in the air.

Although the scent of this fragrance is light, it can be mixed with these unpleasant smells, and it is particularly abrupt, so it is easy to distinguish.

This fragrance is somewhat similar to Bibodan.Xiang Qi knew that there must be Lingxing Grass all around, and there were many of them.

Similarly, this also means that the number of demon wolves here will never be small.

Except for the sound of clothes rubbing against weeds while walking, in the thick fog all around, everything is so quiet, as quiet as if this is a dead land, even the wind, even the air, are dead.

Dull, depressing.

Xiang Qi really wanted to ask Liu Wuhen, the depths of this deep valley and god pool have always been like this, or...
Suddenly, Xiang Qi noticed that there seemed to be something not far away, emitting bursts of blue fluorescence in the mist.

"Look!" Ning Xiaoqiao obviously noticed it too, pointing at the same time.

"Lingxingcao" Han Yuetao yelled and ran over quickly.

"Don't be reckless!" When Liu Wuhen reminded, Han Yuetao had already run out, and he could only follow quickly.

When Xiang Qi and others followed, Han Yuetao had already uprooted the Lingxing grass and held it in his hand.

The emerald green branches and leaves are still shaking slightly, and the blush on the tip of the leaves, like dewdrops, swaying slightly with the swing.

Seeing that nothing happened, Xiang Qi breathed a sigh of relief, but at this moment, he found that there were still a lot of Lingxing grass growing in the surrounding wetland!
The five of them glanced at each other, and started picking at the same time.

There must have been some kind of accident in this valley god pool, and there was something weird everywhere, they just wanted to pick enough Lingxing grass as soon as possible and leave this place quickly.

I don't know if the poisonous mist is too thick, or everyone is too impatient, they only focus on picking, but almost all of them have been picked here. When they got up and looked around, there was no trace of Ning Xiaoqiao and the other four!
The thick fog was like a series of barriers, trapping him in the center, everything around him seemed exactly the same, and he couldn't tell which direction he was coming from.

Maybe it's the wind, which makes Xiangqi feel cold all over his body.

This sudden change was too strange, the surrounding fog seemed to be solid, and he couldn't see anything. As he stretched out his hand, where the palm passed, ripples rippled like the surface of water.

A sense of oppression swept over, and the mist was like a viscous liquid, making Xiang Qi's movements slow.

"Junior Sister Ning?"

"Brother Liu?"

"Ye Bingyun?"

"Brother Han?"

No one answered, and Xiang Qi even felt that the existence of these fogs could even block his own voice!

Walking forward cautiously, the wet swamp under his feet made a pattering sound, he clenched the long sword in his hand, and the Jade Spirit Art began to work. At this time, his spiritual sense was extremely keen.

Xiang Qi, who was walking forward slowly, suddenly looked towards a certain direction. In the fog in front, there seemed to be a person walking slowly towards here.

As the person walked, the dense mist formed a gap towards the two sides, and it seemed to be getting closer.

Xiang Qi frowned tightly, and his breathing became rapid. As the figure approached, he looked at him in shock.

"Uncle Xiang Yuanmin..." Xiang Qi exclaimed as the man's face was seen clearly.

The Jade Spirit Art and the Qinggang Sword were all presented to Yuanmin, how could he not know this man who treats him like his biological father!

Strange, how could it appear here?
Yougu Shentan was originally controlled by the Huanyin Sect, although no one was guarding it, but everyone in the entire Yan Kingdom knew that anyone who was not a member of the Huanyin Sect entered, whether it was a casual cultivator or other sects, there was only one fate, death.

At this time, Xiang Qi has already walked in front of Xiang Yuanmin, wearing a coarse long gown, looking at Xiang Qi kindly, with his right hand stretched out, gently rubbing on his head.

"Come on, I haven't seen you for a few years, but I have grown into an adult, and my cultivation level is almost catching up with my uncle."

Looking at Xiang Yuanmin, Xiang Qi couldn't help but have a sore nose, maybe he was too excited, and his body trembled slightly.

However, a cold light flashed across, eye sockets were moistened, and the long sword in his hand cut through Xiang Yuanmin's throat at an extremely fast speed!
"No matter who you are, pretending to be my master, damn it!" An unprecedented rage appeared on Xiang Qi's face!
Xiang Yuanmin would never call him a child, and always call him a boy affectionately.

"Who the hell are you!" urged by the divine movement technique, Xiang Qi had already opened the distance between the two while speaking.

The strange thing is that Xiang Yuanmin's neck was cut open, no blood flowed from the wound, and there was a strange smile on his face. What surprised Xiang Qi was that following Xiang Yuanmin's foolish smile, the wound on his neck The wound healed quickly!
Not only that, the surrounding fog surged rapidly, and one after another figures walked out of the fog, and when those figures got closer, they were all Xiang Yuanmin!
These figures surrounded Xiang Yuanmin in the middle, but the smiles on their faces were exactly the same, every Xiang Yuanmin was smiling.

This laughter is weird, and gradually, it no longer resembles a human voice, its sharpness is like a baby crying, a woman screaming, extremely shrill!

Xiang Qi only felt a burst of dizziness in his head, and the whole world seemed to be spinning!
One staggered, nearly fell, almost dropped the Qinggang sword in his hand.

This should be some kind of supernatural power, and his intuition told him that the instigator of this supernatural power was not simple, not just himself, Ning Xiaoqiao and the four of them should have fallen into each other's supernatural power.

The shrill laughter from all around seemed to pierce the eardrums, surging into his chest, a mouthful of fishy sweetness welled up his throat, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

To mess with one's mind and destroy one's body, this supernatural power is also vicious!

Stabilizing the disordered aura in his body, Xiang Qi gritted his teeth, moved quickly, and rushed towards these illusioned phantoms with his sword.

One, two, three!When the Qinggang sword passed by, these phantoms shattered like thin ice.

These phantoms seem to be real, and they will be broken when touched. Qinggang sword stabs out the afterimages. After a while, most of these phantoms around him have disappeared. In this way, the roaring sound is much quieter.

Xiang Qi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then frowned, because those shattered phantoms condensed again after a while!

Only to find the caster, otherwise, if he is not killed by this weird supernatural power, he will die here!
Thinking of this, Xiang Qi looked around and closed his eyes the next moment.

With the tenth level of qi training, the spiritual consciousness has been sharpened to a certain extent, no matter how this supernatural power disturbs the mind and confuses the audience, it should not be affected by the spiritual consciousness!

What you see is not necessarily true!
As Xiang Qi closed his eyes, his spiritual consciousness spread out, and he felt the fluctuations of the surrounding aura carefully. Although with his cultivation base, his spiritual consciousness can only detect the range of a dozen steps around him at most, but at this time, it is enough up!

All the magical powers of the monk are based on aura. After some investigation, he slightly stretched his frowning brows, calmly, and secretly performed the magic trick.

In an instant, Xiang Qi violently moved towards a certain direction at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye!

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound of metal joining, and the two figures met in the poisonous miasma. One of the figures was forced to retreat, and a blood arrow was faintly seen flying out!

The person who was forced to retreat was wearing a purple Taoist robe, but he was much older than Xiang Qi, with gray beard and gray hair, a dignified appearance, and gloomy eyes, as if he suddenly appeared at the place where Xiang Qi was attacking.

The surrounding phantoms dissipated like mist, and Xiang Qi's eyes were already opened.

Not far away, Ning Xiaoqiao, Liu Wuhen, Ye Bingyun, Han Yuetao, the four of them obviously just came out of their respective illusions, each of them suffered different injuries, Xiang Qi did not expect that the most seriously injured would be Ye Bingyun.

No time to ask what happened to the four of them. The instigator of all this, the old man in purple robe, said hoarse voice as if coming from the grave: "There is such a speed in the tenth level of Qi training, little baby, I didn't expect the strongest It was you, if I had known this, I should have dealt with you first."

Xiang Qi didn't answer, instead, while the old man was talking, his figure suddenly retreated, and he retreated to Ye Bingyun's side. At the same time, two short knives suddenly appeared at Xiang Qi's previous position. The knife has been inserted into the chest!
The dagger was held in the hands of two thin men, one on the left and one on the right, their appearances were as if they were carved out of a mold, they were exactly the same.

Ning Xiaoqiao and the others had already reacted, and they all gathered around Xiang Qi.

"Who are you, how dare you trespass into the Shengu Lake!" Ye Bingyun's aura was still unstable, and while speaking, Xiang Qi noticed that blood was dripping from the cuff of his left arm.

"We are the disciples of Huanyinmen. If the suzerain knows, none of you three will survive!" Han Yuetao was in a hurry. He was injured in the illusion before, and he spoke so fiercely that a mouthful of blood spewed out again while speaking.

When these words came out, Xiang Qi's mouth twitched unconsciously, thinking: "Han Yuetao, Han Yuetao, this old man is obviously very strong. If you say this, even if the other party intends to let him die, I'm afraid now..."

Even so, Xiang Qi still tentatively said: "Senior, don't listen to his nonsense. With senior cultivation, if you want to get rid of us just now, it will be easy. Since senior is willing to let me wait for a way out, I will be grateful. Senior trespassed After I return to the sect, I will never mention the matter of Yougu Shentan!"

"Hey...it's not..." Han Yuetao was about to speak, but Ye Bingyun stopped him.

Ning Xiaoqiao would take it easy and said, "Senior's cultivation is as high as the sky, and there are a lot of Lingxing grass in this place. Senior can pick it at will, and I won't disturb senior."

After all, several people looked at each other, and they were about to recede in vigilance.

This purple-robed old Taoist's cultivation base, from the looks of it, is a qi-training twelfth-level monk, and even higher. If he is the only one, the four of them will fight with their lives, and the victory will be half and half. It is very difficult for this man to leave alive. After all, these two people are not weak in cultivation, and they seem to be at the ninth level of Qi training. If the other party still has a helping hand...

At this moment, Han Yuetao finally came to his senses, and hurriedly changed his words: "Goodbye senior, junior will leave first!" The speed of his feet was not slow.

Several people want to leave, but can the other party fulfill their wish?

Hearing the old man in purple robe laugh sinisterly, Xiang Qi knew that they couldn't leave.

Sure enough, the two monks who wielded short knives had already stopped them.

"Quick retreat!" At the same time as Xiang Qi reminded, he had already run ten feet away.

Ning Xiaoqiao was surprised by the speed of her escape this time.

No way, run away if you can't fight, Xiang Jiazu's instructions are deeply engraved in your heart.

Although Xiang Qi was fast, it was not so easy for Ning Xiaoqiao and the four of them. They had already been blocked by the two short-sword monks.

Seeing this, Xiang Qi said loudly: "You old bastard, young master, I will report back to the sect. If you dare to touch them, when the hall master and the others come, you will definitely die without a place to bury you!"

After finishing speaking, Xiang Qi turned his head and walked away, within a few breaths, no one could be seen anymore.

"Xiang Qi, you are so fucking useless." Han Yuetao couldn't help but cursed.

Ning Xiaoqiao's eyes danced, she never thought that Xiang Qi would abandon them so resolutely, maybe he was such a person, but she misjudged him.

"Don't blame him, this world is like this, family members can be abandoned, let alone us." Ye Bingyun smiled, as if he had experienced this kind of thing a lot, and he was no stranger to it.

Although Liu Wuhen's expression was calm, there was still a little sadness in his eyes. If Xiang Qi was added, if the five of them wanted to escape, it was not that there was no chance, but now that Xiang Qi had left, they...

"Hahaha, the people of the Huanyin Sect are nothing more than that, they are also greedy for life and afraid of death." One of the short knife monks said, and continued: "Old Ancestor, this girl looks pretty good. Make the pair of stove repairing cauldrons for the ancestor!"

"Good disciples, after the old man enjoys it, he will naturally not treat you badly." The old man in purple robe laughed lewdly, swept the dust with his hands, his clothes made a loud noise, and rushed straight towards the four of them!
"Your uncle, you dare to snatch a woman from me!" Han Yuetao shouted angrily, and went up to the old man in purple robe. When he raised his hand, runes were drawn out by him, forming a formation in an instant, and the formation speed was extremely fast. , making a faint whistling sound, and with Han Yuetao's fingertips, the formation swept towards the old man in purple robe!

"Hey, Lieshantang's Wuming Killing Formation, what a pity, your skill in this formation is too unbearable, it is disgraceful for you to use this formation!" The voice of the Zipao old man fell, and he didn't flicker in front of this formation. Without avoiding it, he rushed past the formation in the blink of an eye, swept the dust with his right hand, and went straight to Han Yuetao's face.

The dust whisk has three thousand strands, and as it sweeps, it seems to cut open the air, and Han Yuetao's complexion changed drastically due to the sharp sound.

First, he broke his own formation easily, but when he saw that the whisk had arrived, Han Yuetao forgot to hide for a moment.

In a critical moment, Ye Bingyun's soul armor suddenly appeared. With the blessing of the soul armor, his speed was not slow, and he could stand in front of Han Yuetao with a black long knife.

Blood gushed out, Ye Bingyun staggered just to resist the blow, and nearly let go of the long knife in his hand.

At the same time, the two dagger monks faced Ning Xiaoqiao and Liu Wuhen respectively.

The cultivation base of these two people is slightly lower, but Ning Xiaoqiao and Liu Wuhen were both injured in the previous illusion, so they can only barely resist when they meet them this time.

"Soul armor, tsk tsk tsk, you little bastard from the Meimei Hall." This old man in purple robe was very familiar with all kinds of Huanyinmen.

"After the old man kills the two of you and collects the souls of the two of you, it would be good to refine them into puppets, hahahaha!" The purple-robed old man laughed wildly.

At this moment, a white figure quietly appeared behind the Zipao old Taoist like a ghost, and the cyan sword shadow was attacking and killing the Zipao old man at a tricky angle!

The white figure was extremely fast, and the place was full of poisonous miasma and weeds, so that no one noticed his approach!
An exclamation came from the mouth of the Zipao old Taoist, and he staggered, and the cyan sword tip passed through his chest!

Sweeping back with the whisk in his hand, the old man in purple robe suddenly jumped to one side, looking at the sneak attacker in a fit of anger.

"Hey, I couldn't kill you with one blow, as expected of a guy on the twelfth level of Qi training." Bai Ying appeared, and Xiang Qi was going back and forth!

"Ancestor!"

The two short-sword monks hurried out of the battle in shock, and supported the old Taoist one from the left and the other from the right.

The sword just now could have killed the old man in purple robe, but his cultivation base was too far off, when he was about to hit a vital point, the old man in purple robe insisted on one side of his body and avoided it.

"Hahaha! I knew that you wouldn't leave us behind!" Han Yuetao laughed when he saw that Xiang Qi had returned and seriously injured the Zipao old man with one blow.

It's also because of the Zipao old man's overconfidence, Xiang Qi broke the illusion earlier, and had a short fight with the Zipao old man, and it was that fight that let Xiang Qi know that although the old man's cultivation is high, his foundation is not solid, If it is unexpected, it is not impossible to hurt him!

This old way should have no sect. As a casual cultivator, it is not easy to reach the twelfth level of Qi training in the Chengfeng Continent, where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, without relying on the power of the sect. Steal a lot.

Lingxingcao is the most important refining material of Bibo Pill. If it is taken directly, its effect will be much worse. In addition, without the assistance of Guyuan Pill, although this old Taoist has reached the [-]th level of Qi training, he really wants to be like them. Compared with disciples, his strength is up to eleven layers of qi training!
I was bluffed by this old Taoist cultivation base before, but now I have tried twice, but it is nothing more than that!

If they hadn't been injured in that illusion, with the strength of Ye Bingyun and the others, they definitely wouldn't be so helpless!

I don't know what Ye Bingyun has experienced, as he was the most injured in the illusion, it is also because he has the strongest obsession.

"Don't give him time to breathe!" The ancient bell in Liu Wuhen's hand urged, not long after, the sound of howling wolves sounded, and gray figures appeared alternately from the poisonous miasma. It turned out to be more than ten demon wolves.

With Liu Wuhen's finger, the fangs of these monster wolves were fully displayed, and amidst the howling sound, they went straight to the three people in the purple robe!

Han Yuetao didn't move at the same place, his hands were already drawn in front of his body, he has been a beginner for several years, although his attainment is not high, but he has been immersed in it all day long, and he is quite proficient in formation techniques.

Soon the formation took shape, and with Han Yuetao's support of both hands, the formation became larger, and quickly moved to the sky above the old Zipao Daoist, enveloping it within a hundred steps.

"Have a taste of the broken spirit array!"

This formation has no attack power, nor any defense power. The only ability is to block the connection between the monks in it and the aura of heaven and earth!
This ability seems weak, but it is extremely strong!
Shrouded by this formation, the face of the purple-robed old man finally showed a rare solemnity. He must have felt that, except for the aura in the dantian, no matter how he breathed it out, there was not a single bit of aura from the world!

Looking at Ye Bingyun, the two rushed over at the same time!

The two short-sword monks gritted their teeth and wanted to stop Xiang Qi and the other two, but a beautiful figure came over them, forcing them to fight with it.

The monster wolves came first, and these monsters rushed to the purple-robed old man, opened their mouths and bit them.

"Evil animal!" The purple-robed old man waved the dust whisk quickly in his hand, and the blood mist exploded, and the monster wolves were swept by the dust whisk and fell to the ground wailing.

More than ten demon wolves are already at the limit of Liu Wuhen's beast control, this time the demon wolf died suddenly, the ancient bell rang again, and soon more than ten demon wolves rushed to attack!

Under the restraint of the demon wolf, Xiangqi Ye Bingyun has already killed him!
There is no reservation in the divine movement technique, Xiang Qi seems to have turned into an afterimage of Taoism, and it seems that several Xiang Qi appear, the figures flicker, the Qinggang sword stabs out repeatedly, and the cold light suddenly appears!
With Ye Bingyun's soul armor added to his body, the black knife in one hand also kept whistling, either slashing left or right, and the attacks all fell within the interval between the upward and downward attacks.

On Ning Xiaoqiao's side, the red sword shadow enveloped him, and at the same time isolating the two short-sword monks, he flipped his right hand, his five fingers kept changing, and pinched out seals one after another.

The two dagger cultivators were about to break through the protection of Ning Xiaoqiao's sword array. Suddenly, for some reason, they both trembled, and their eyes became loose.

The next moment, the two of them were fighting each other!

What Kui Kaitang is most proficient in is illusion!
The two were frustrated and unsteady, so they easily grasped the truth. Otherwise, with the two of them, who have perfected the nine levels of Qi training, how could they be easily controlled by Ning Xiaoqiao's illusion of the same level!
At this point, Ning Xiaoqiao controlled the two opponents, Liu Wuhen, Ye Bingyun, Xiang Qi, Han Yuetao, and the four faced off against the Zipao old man!

The purple-robed old man was in a state of embarrassment at this time. Although these monster wolves were not a threat, it was a bit troublesome to deal with them. In addition to the spirit-breaking formation above his head, every point of consumption of spiritual energy in the body would be reduced by one point, which could not be replenished at all.



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