celestial reincarnation

Chapter 192
After crossing the rolling hills and the majestic high mountains, the four of Ling Chen stood in front of a cliff. In front of them was an abyss that could not be seen to the bottom at a glance. There was a faint black mist and a strong death breath floating in it. Hearing the clashing sounds of thousands of weapons mixed with the shocking shouts of killing, the deep abyss revealed endless tragic breath.

"Why is there the sound of killing? Could it be that someone below is fighting?" Remnant Blood had a look of surprise on his face.

"It's not the monks fighting, it's the breath of the soldier's soul. It seems that it should be here." Mu Hanyan smiled slightly, and the white teeth gleamed with a crystal luster.

"It is majestic and powerful, and it will last forever. When it pierces the sun and the moon, life and death are safe..."

Ruoyouuowu's chanting sound came faintly in the symphony of weapons. Although the sound was not loud, it was clear and unusual amidst the sound of killing.

A smile bloomed on Wen Qing's beautiful face, and he said pleasantly, "It's Hao Ran's long song! Brother Mo is indeed here."

"Mo Li has been trapped for so long and has not been able to come out. There must be great danger below, everyone be careful." Ling Chen didn't dare to be careless. He stretched out his right hand, and the fierce Sky Splitting Halberd appeared in his hand, looking solemnly at the person below. abyss.

"What a peerless and fierce soldier!" Remnant Xue exclaimed.

Mu Hanyan's brows flickered with a glow in her heart, but she couldn't see what it was, and it set her off like a nine-day saint descending to earth.

Wen Qing opened his mouth like a sandalwood, and a seven-colored exquisite pagoda slowly floated out, exuding a vast coercion, and a seven-colored light curtain fell down, covering all four of them.

"This is... the breath of a holy soldier." Remnant Xue was a little speechless, the halberd in Ling Chen's hand had already surprised him, he never thought that Wen Qingru had a holy soldier on him!No wonder the three dared to go deep into Juntian Ancestral Land without fear to save people.

Wen Qingru said: "With our strength, we can't bring out the true power of the holy soldiers at all. If we use it forcefully, it will consume a lot of energy and will soon suck us dry. We can only barely protect ourselves. Let's go."

The four of them jumped down and fell rapidly. The black gust of wind roared outside the seven-colored light curtain. Even under the shroud of the Holy Soldiers, it made people feel extremely aura.

"This is the evil wind! If a strong man in the king's realm rubs it, he will soon be corroded into a pile of dry bones. Even if he meets a powerful man, he will still have a headache. How can there be such a thing?" Mu Hanyan dreamed His eyes were full of shock.

Wen Qing raised his hand and threw a long sword magic weapon into the black wind. Almost instantly, the long sword was corroded into particles of dust, fluttering with the wind, and said in a heavy voice: "It really is the evil wind, here It’s a rare and fierce place!”

"What the hell is Yin Sha Tianfeng? Why is it so powerful?" Ling Chen displayed the spirit of asking when he didn't understand, he had never even heard of such a thing.

Mu Hanyan calmed down his excitement a little bit, and said slowly: "The conditions for the formation of the evil wind are extremely harsh, and it can only be formed in a place where twenty or thirty sages have fallen at the same time. , the soaring hostile energy merges with the broken soul, and after endless years, it will evolve into a sinister wind, guarding outside the fierce place all the year round."

Remnant Blood swallowed his saliva secretly, and murmured: "So, at least twenty or thirty sages have fallen together here? No wonder Mo Li, as the descendant of Haotian Pavilion, can only be trapped here. Binghu body, if you want to go out, it's hard to climb to the sky!"

As everyone landed, the surrounding sky wind gradually weakened, and when it landed on the ground, there was no trace of the sky wind, but some gray mist was floating around, making the surroundings hazy and dark.

The bottom of the abyss was vast, and even if his spiritual consciousness was as powerful as Ling Chen, he couldn't see too far in the dim mist.The land here is cracked everywhere, scattered with messy stones, not even a single weed can be seen, the whole land presents a deep dark red color, as if it has been dyed red by endless blood, and it has not faded so far. Terrible.

From time to time, you can see some dilapidated skeletons, some of which are human and some beasts, exuding a glowing light. From these dead bones, it can be deduced how powerful they were before they were alive.Around the body of the skeleton, you can often see some broken pieces of weapons, most of which have been turned into a pile of rust. Even some weapons with special materials have been discarded, and they no longer have the power of the past, and have completely become ordinary people. soldier.

"These weapons with the lowest blades are all powerful ones. After endless years, they all lost their divinity." Ling Chen shook his head and sighed.

"Ding ding ding!"

Several brilliant rays of light came in an instant, shuttled quickly around, and hit the colorful Linglong Pagoda, making a series of ear-piercing sounds.Ling Chen saw all kinds of ancient soldiers hidden in the light, as if he had received an irresistible call, they rushed forward one after another and bumped into the Seven-Colored Linglong Pagoda, all of which collapsed into bits of brilliance and merged into the Seven-Colored Linglong Pagoda. Ling Chen vaguely felt The aura of the colorful light curtain became even stronger.

"These are the incomplete souls of mighty soldiers. They were attracted by the Linglong Tower, and absorbed into them by the Holy Power of the Linglong Tower into pure soldier souls! It is said that the souls of soldiers can be used to nourish divine soldiers. Soldiers soul can better display the power of weapons, and can even raise the ranks of some divine weapons refined from divine materials, but..." Mu Hanyan's eyes were full of splendor.

Remnant Blood's eyes lit up, "Really? Then I'll try."

Before Mu Hanyan finished speaking, Remnant Blood sacrificed four picture scrolls at once, each printed with slices of magnificent mountains and rivers, distributed around the colorful Linglong Pagoda from the four directions of east, west, south, east, and north.

"Ding ding dong dong!"

Five or six rays of light shone on the scrolls of mountains and rivers, and the sound kept ringing. You could clearly see broken weapons such as knives, guns, axes and axes, hacking and chopping outside the four scrolls. Under the control of residual blood, the scrolls faintly Phantoms of mountains and rivers emerged, exuding a tyrannical force, crushing all these rays of light into specks of brilliance, which merged into the picture scroll.

"It's really useful! I feel that this set of mighty soldiers is more powerful," Remnant Blood shouted excitedly, then aimed at a strong sword light that was flying towards him, and shouted excitedly: "This magical soldier The remnant soul is more powerful, maybe this set of mighty soldiers can be promoted to become the soldiers of the sages!"

Before the words were finished, the four picture scrolls flashed in brilliance, trapping the saber light in the middle in four directions.

"No!" "Be careful!" "Don't worry!"

Ling Chen, Mu Hanyan, and Wen Qingru all exited and stopped at the same time.

"Shoot..."

A series of ripping sounds sounded, and the four scrolls of mountains and rivers turned into pieces of rags, which slowly fell in mid-air. His face turned pale with residual blood, and a smear of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)