Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 1289 In The Fog
Zhao Yifan intuitively saw the world spinning, and then a white light came from the front.

The moment the sight was restored, a strong and pungent smell of paper ashes came to the nostrils, followed by bursts of lightning and thunder.

They were standing beside a raised cliff at the moment, looking down, this look immediately made Zhao Yifan feel like he was in hell of evil spirits!
Humanoid monsters with skin as white as paper are constantly rushing towards here. Daoist Lei Xue is sitting on the ground at this moment, with their backs pressed against each other, continuously releasing purple lightning bolts to bombard the humanoid monsters below.

With a sound of thunder, six or seven humanoid monsters flew into the sky.

The Tiger Mighty Golden Saber in Qin Tianlong's hand seemed to overwhelm mountains and seas, chopping the humanoid monsters that came up one after another and flying backwards.

Qingteng Sanren said with a look of astonishment: "What's going on? Why are all the corpses gathered here? This has never happened in previous years!"

Zhao Yifan nodded in that way. It turned out that these humanoid monsters were called corpses.

Duan Yuefeng reminded at this time: "The strength of these corpses is around the fifth level of the Yin-Yang realm, but this is the first time I have seen such a large number of corpses gathered here, as if I knew you would come. "

Zhao Yifan looked into the distance, and behind the sea of ​​corpses, there was a place surrounded by black mist, which seemed to be ghost fog.

He raised his breath slightly, wanting to ride the sky, but found that he couldn't!

Duan Yuefeng seemed to be aware of his actions, and said: "Have you never been to the ancient tomb of the secret realm? The ancient tomb of the secret realm has the blessing of a large formation, and you can't control the sky. You don't understand the reason?"

Zhao Yifan frowned slightly, and said, "If you want to enter the ghost dance, you have to kill all these corpses first? I thought this was just an empty tomb."

Qian Mianhu smiled awkwardly, and said: "Junior Brother Han, don't be in a daze, Qin Tianlong and the others have already entered the Ghost Dance Center, if we can't keep up, maybe they will go into the ghost fog.

Perhaps they also realized that all the zombies in the ghost fog might have come here, and the only way to cross the ghost fog was now.

If they pass through the ghost fog and bring these zombies into the ghost fog again, then the corpse monsters will greatly increase in strength in the ghost fog, and the number will be so large, it will not be easy to deal with! "

Zhao Yifan flipped one hand at this time, and a seven-color glazed flying sword appeared in his hand, and he threw the flying sword into the air.

The flying sword spun around in the air, but there was no picture of being restrained by the ancient tomb formation.

Seeing this scene, Qianmianhu and the others changed their expressions drastically.

"Junior Brother Han, what's going on?"

Zhao Yifan smiled slightly, and thought to himself: "These flying swords are refined from my Dao tree, and they are also my Dao Xin power. The Dao Xin power has not been restrained by the ancient tomb formation, and only then can I control the sky." And fly.

With a thought in Zhao Yifan's mind, the flying sword landed at his feet, and when he stepped on the flying sword, he directly flew up from the sky.

Then he summoned three flying swords and landed at the feet of the three thousand-faced foxes.

Qingteng and the others looked at the flying sword at their feet, and were overjoyed. They said, "Maybe the material of this flying sword is special, so it won't be limited by the formation of the ancient tomb. Brother Han really has you!"

Master Wuji looked at Qin Tianlong, who was sweating profusely among the corpses below, and said sarcastically, "General Qin is good at swordsmanship, admiration!"

Qin Tianlong slashed through a wave of corpses, and looked up into the air. This look made him a little unbelievable, and he asked in astonishment, "What's going on? Why are they able to fly with swords?"

The eyes of Taoist Lei Xue and the other two flashed purple, they snorted coldly, and slapped the four people in the air.

puff!
Several purple lightning bolts shot towards the four people in the air like spirit snakes!

Zhao Yifan controlled the colorful glazed flying sword to dodge easily, and then sped up his speed immediately.

Seeing this scene, Qin Tianlong was furious, and cursed: "Damn it! It must be that kid named Han Zhong! Otherwise, with Qianmianhu and the others, how could they have such abilities? Don't let me catch you!" them!"

Zhao Yifan and others stopped in front of the ghost fog.

Taoist Qingteng was in a good mood, and said: "Junior Brother Han, you are really there. If it weren't for you, how could we have passed through the tide of corpses so easily?"

Master Wuji was also from ear to ear, and said: "I guess Qin Tianlong is about to vomit blood, hahaha, this is the first time I've seen him so angry, it's really satisfying!"

Yet at this moment.

Hundreds of corpses poured out from behind!
Taoist Qingteng and Venerable Wuji stepped forward at this moment and said, "We will deal with these corpse hordes."

The Qingteng trio and Venerable Wuji each squeezed magic spells with their hands, and blasted in the direction of the corpse.

All of a sudden, there were bursts of crackling explosions in the arena.

Shuiyue glanced at Zhao Yifan, and said with the secret of voice transmission, "Junior Brother Han, follow me!"

Zhao Yifan was taken aback for a moment, waiting for Qingteng Sanren and Master Wuji to come?

Shuiyue pulled his wrist into the ghost fog, and the field of vision in the ghost fog was so extreme that it was hard to distinguish.

Zhao Yifan tried to release the divine sense, but the divine sense could not break through the ghost fog before releasing the distance of ten feet.

The thousand-faced fox walks so confidently, it is obvious that he already knows the route out of the ghost fog.

What worried Zhao Yifan was that he just left Qingteng Sanren and Master Wuji behind!

If it weren't for his flying sword that could fly in the sky, maybe this person would have easily left him behind!
Looking at the hand holding his wrist, Zhao Yifan suddenly stopped, Shuiyue turned around and asked in doubt: "Brother Shuiyue, isn't it inappropriate for you to do this?"

Shuiyue sneered, but there was an immature childish voice when she opened her mouth, and said, "What's inappropriate? If you have two less people, you can share less treasures. You and I work together. I am very familiar with the route here. Your flying sword can go back and forth freely in this ancient tomb! Hurry up! Time waits for no one!"

After finishing speaking, Shuiyue grabbed his arm, but her strength increased a little, and she quickly passed through the ghost fog.

However, at this moment, Zhao Yifan suddenly stopped again, and Shuiyue turned around with a puzzled expression, but she seemed to realize it soon.

I didn't know where to start, black figures began to surround them, and the sound of a woman's cry was always accompanied by the ears of the two of them.

Each of these figures looked like seventeen or eighteen-year-old women, with long black hair and a sad expression floating around.

Shuiyue's eyes widened suddenly, and immediately said with the secret of sound transmission: "Junior brother, don't move! These are fog charms, and fog charms can only attack moving things. They are invisible, and magic weapons are hard to hurt."

Zhao Yifan frowned slightly, and said, "Then what should I do?"

Shuiyue said with an ugly face: "We can only wait for them to leave on their own, remember, don't move!"

As time passed by, the surrounding fog charms did not decrease but increased, the number actually increased, and the surrounding air also dropped several times in an instant.

Even Zhao Yifan felt a little bit of cold at this moment, even the air seemed to be frozen, and the air in his mouth would make him feel a tingling pain.

Gradually, a layer of mysterious frost began to form on the two of them, and the thicker the thicker, gradually frozen Zhao Yifan and Shuiyue into two ice sculptures!

Shuiyue still said in the secret of sound transmission: "I'm sorry, Junior Brother, I hurt you. I didn't expect that the number of Wumei would increase. Perhaps in the past five years, earth-shaking changes have taken place in the tomb!"

Zhao Yifan said: "What's the use of saying this now, Senior Brother Shuiyue, it's all because of your greed that we fell into this danger, you should reflect on yourself!

When Qin Tianlong and the others meet Qingteng Sanren, maybe the two of us will truly become their enemies.

Even if we are lucky enough to escape from the siege of Wu Mei, perhaps what we will face in the future is the pursuit of the four of them! "

Shuiyue sighed and stopped talking.

Yet at this moment.

Zhao Yifan faintly heard a strange voice behind him.

A purple light came from behind, and then Taoist Lei Xue walked by him, followed by Qin Tianlong, Qingteng, Master Wuji!

The four looked at Zhao Yifan and Shuiyue with a hint of gloating and hostility.

Taoist Lei Xue surrounded the four of them with Zi Lei, and the fog charms avoided them before they got close.

Taoist Lei Xue stopped in front of Zhao Yifan, and said, "Junior Brother Han, Junior Brother Han, I think you also listened to Qianmianhu's bewitching, and left the other two to enter the ghost fog. What a pity!"

Qin Tianlong snorted coldly: "Thousand-faced fox, this is what you deserve! And you kid! If the six of us work together, nothing will happen to anyone!"

Qingteng Sanren and Master Wuji snorted coldly at this moment and did not make any comments.

Zhao Yifan noticed that Shuiyue had lost his vitality, and he was also faintly unable to hold on. Fortunately, due to the exposure of Taoist Lei Xue and others, the surrounding fog charm gradually decreased a lot.

The aura in Zhao Yifan's body turned sharply, and the Hunyuan Qi was released from the pores of his body, and the ice cubes on his body were gradually cracking and shattering!

Snapped!
Duan Yuefeng hurriedly asked: "Boy, are you alright?"

Zhao Yifan shook his head, reached out his hand to touch Shuiyue who was frozen in the ice, the ice also shattered in an instant, and Shuiyue fell limply to the ground.

Zhao Yifan held Shuiyue back, and poured Hunyuan Yiqi into Shuiyue's body continuously.

A strange picture appeared.

Shuiyue's face was constantly changing, from an old man, to a young man, to a child, and finally to an ugly woman with a red birthmark on her left cheek.

The ugly woman slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw Zhao Yifan, she swallowed hard and said, "Junior Brother Han, are we dead?"

Zhao Yifan smiled slightly and said, "Not yet, but it's coming soon, you know the way? Then tell me how to go next."

Shuiyue braced herself up, stretched out her hand and pointed ahead, and said, "Go straight ahead, wait until I tell you to stop and you will stop."

Zhao Yifan nodded, carried the Shuiyue on his back, and ran forward quickly.

(End of this chapter)