After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Zhang Zhiyi's five-element compass is a space independent of the illusion. Qiao Wan guessed that if she died here, her trumpet would probably explain it here, so she didn't dare to take it lightly and run spiritual power under her feet. After getting myself a simple version of "iron sand feet", I desperately ran all the way to the mountain of knives!

From the beginning, the blade cut his feet and cut his feet into a **** mess, and now all the way up, his footsteps are like the wind, like walking on the ground.

After quickly climbing to the top of the mountain in one breath, Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment.

Thinking back to the old female college student who had back pain for several days after the 800-meter run, she couldn't help but sigh that a person is indeed a terrible creature with strong adaptability.

Standing on the mountain of knives and looking from afar, Qiao Wan scratched his head and sighed heavily.

I just don't know which level of the wood and earth will be next, and what new tricks Zhang Zhiyi will play in these two levels.

...

After a moment.

Accompanied by a thunderous movement, the ground shook and the mountains swayed, and the majestic mountains suddenly cracked inch by inch, and the rolling rocks were crushed down by the razor-sharp blades.

Originally still comprehending life, Qiao Wan, who was in a complicated mood and couldn't calm down for a long time, held the sword and burst into tears and ran wild, her legs almost turned into a hot wheel.

Ah ah ah ah ah! !

This level of "soil" is a landslide! ! ! Q mouth Q

There are still two and a half hours before the end of the Dharma meeting.

The three big characters "Lu Cixian" are still very calm, stable as a rock, and they don't mean to move.

With so many disciples at the Fa conference, it is naturally impossible for Lu Cixian to be the only one on Huazuo Peak.

Looking back from the photo-taking stone, Ma Huaizhen calmly glanced at the Buddha beside him.

In all honesty, compared to Lu Cixian, he was a little more interested in the Venerable Miaofa in front of him.

When he came back this time, it wasn't that he was idle. He sat here and watched these juniors play tricks.

Shrinking into the wheelchair, Ma Huaizhen touched the slightly raised knuckles and raised his eyebrows.

It is said that this Venerable Miaofa has deep inner demons and is basically on the verge of being infatuated with demons, but judging from his just contact with this Venerable, he did not notice any obvious demonic energy.

There are only two possibilities.

One is misinformation.

The other is that this Venerable Miaofa has perfectly restrained his demonic energy.

However, the beauty of this beautiful Buddha made Ma Huaizhen a little lost, his expression was very serious, and his mouth was also very serious. He didn't have the dusty temperament of the so-called monks at all, and he was able to speak with ease, and Ma Huaizhen, who thought he was ruthless and ruthless, was also willing to be defeated.

The opponent's rank is quite high, so he can only slowly figure it out.

Just like.

With a sideways glance, he glanced at the three large characters on the shadow stone.

Let's start with Lu Cixian, who can induce the change of Venerable Miaofa's expression, and slowly draw it.

With a little bit of approximation in mind, Ma Huaizhen said in a low voice, "What do you think, Venerable?"

"Huh?" Miaofa glanced at him with a cold expression, "What does Xianyou Feng mean?"

Ma Huaizhen said frankly, "I mean this friend Lu Xiaoxian."

The Buddha in front of him was unexpectedly very restrained, and when he mentioned Lu Cixian, his mouth was not polite at all: "If there is no accident, Lu Cixian will probably stop there today."

"Aren't you worried, Venerable?" the man whispered.

"The purpose of the Dharma Conference is to provide students of various sects with a fair opportunity to compete and learn skills. He is not as good as others and should be at a disadvantage."

Although he said that, the beautiful eyes still glanced at the photo stone, and the eyebrows were slightly frowned, which was a little bit of hatred for iron.

At this critical juncture, there is still no progress! How could he have thought that she was quiet and courteous!

...

Holding the sword, a Harrier turned over, and at the moment when the blade and the mound of rolling stones were about to fall, Qiao Wan rolled on the spot, perfectly avoiding the mountain collapse in the rain of knives.

Gold, water, fire and earth have passed through, and only the last level is left! Thinking of this, Qiao Wan was refreshed, and after this last hurdle, she might be able to go out.

The next level should be, wood!

Just as he stood firm, there was a familiar shaking under his feet, and the shaking became more and more violent.

Qiao Wan's face changed.

Wouldn't it be so coincidental? !

boom--

The ground seemed to be raised high by something, the ground cracked, the gravel splashed, and a vine rose into the sky like a dragon.

Along with the rumbling movement, one, two, three, countless emerald green vines burst out aggressively, each tip glowing with a little cold light, and with a wave, the air-breaking sound of "woo woo woo" sounded, Looking up, the vines almost occupied the entire sky, obscuring the sky.

Qiao Wan took a step back silently.

brush--

A few of the vines hurriedly swung their heads over!

As soon as the footsteps turned, in the other direction, a few vines blocked the way.

In a blink of an eye, Qiao Wan was wrapped around by the dancing vines.

Without thinking, Qiao Wan drew his sword and slashed.

Unexpectedly, when the sword was cut down, the vine was divided into two parts, and the part that fell on the ground "jumped" aggressively, and aimed at the unknowable monk in front of him together with the main body.

This split-in-two routine is not new. The more he knows, the more he cuts, so Qiao Wan immediately retracted the sword. Start experimenting with giving these vines a knot!

Since it can't be eaten hard, it can only be changed.

Zhang Zhiyi's five-element compass wasn't a very powerful magic weapon at first. She didn't think these vines had opened up her intelligence. Besides being able to split, she was chasing her goal wholeheartedly.

With one hand without signs and one foot with subtle footwork, Qiao Wanhuo ran as if her buttocks were burning, panting and windy.

If someone is there, you can definitely see that Qiao Wan's movements will be more agile as she travels faster in the vines.

In other words it is.

Filled with Wuxiangjue's skill proficiency.

finally--

Qiao Wan stopped, turned her head and looked at the vines behind her that had tied countless knots, twisted left and right, and couldn't break free.

Take a deep breath and jump forward!

You're done!

in fantasy.

Everyone is still deadlocked.

There is still an hour left before the end of the first session of the Dharma meeting.

Zhang Zhiyi lay on the ground, staring at the porcupine in front of him without moving.

All the young talents who came to participate in the Dharma Conference, all the talented people of the heavens, have affectionate eyes, and there is only such a pig left in their eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, what should I do? Are you just waiting like this?"

The one who spoke was a young Buddhist practitioner from Zhang Zhiyi's team.

The Buddha frowned, worried.

"Wait," Zhang Zhiyi said in a deep voice, "in this situation, even if Xie Xingzhi is here, it's not easy to take action."

The voice just fell.

A dazzling spark suddenly burst from the five-element compass in his hand.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang!!" Buddha Xiu exclaimed.

There is an enemy attack? ! !

This movement caused everyone present to look at him.

"What's the matter?"

"What's up?"

"Anyone up?"

compass!

His compass!

Seeing the precious compass in his hand burst into a burst of sparks, Zhang Zhiyi was stunned. He subconsciously took the compass and stepped back a few steps, only to feel that a small white shadow passed by in front of him.

When I turned around again, I suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

Feeling a shadow suddenly covering his head, Zhang Zhiyi froze.

The porcupine, who was wandering in the middle of the dense forest and never dared to provoke it, rolled his eyes and looked down at Zhang Zhiyi.

Zhang Zhiyi: "..."

The porcupine kicked its hind legs arrogantly.

good chance!

Everyone's eyes lit up.

coming! Here's your chance! This is the time! Daoists! Go!

Accompanied by a dash of mountain cream.

Countless instruments also moved.

In the thick fog, all the monks seized this opportunity, jumped out, and aggressively attacked the mountain cream! Zhang Zhiyi, who was sandwiched between the two sides, had not had time to run back. In the blink of an eye, he was lifted up by the mountain paste, followed by the magic tools that came after him. sieve!

The jade slip and the shadow stone lit up.

"Om" a line of words appeared.

[The pig killed Zhang Zhiyi! 】

Witnessing this scene with their own eyes, all the cultivators who were still in the rush shivered.

This killing shout is too embarrassing to die! Absolutely can't die! At least not to be killed by wild boars! If you want to die like this, you will have to be skinned by your elders.

Shrinking to the bone, Qiao Wan, who jumped out of the compass, immediately noticed that something was wrong as soon as she landed.

When I turned around, I saw a blazing ray of light in the thick fog, and the magical instruments were flying around humming against the scalp.

This is... have started to push BOSS? !

Qiao Wan, who stumbled into the push BOSS scene, has not recovered yet, when a surprised male voice suddenly exploded from behind.

"Lu Cixian?!"

Fang Lingqing came out of the woods with a dazed expression, followed by a young man with straw sandals.

"Fang Lingqing?!" Qiao Wan was also taken aback, "Friend Qi?"

Fang Lingqing had a shocked expression that the dead person pushed away the coffin board and cheated the corpse: "You... where did you go?! How many days has it been?"

He was looking for him for two whole days! In the past two days, I went around the red dot when I had nothing to do, but now I saw the young man standing in front of him, staring at him with a dazed expression, this expression completely outside the situation, let Fang Lingqing A little bit on fire.

Oops.

It was okay for Fang Lingqing not to mention the time. As soon as he mentioned the time, Qiao Wan's heart suddenly suddenly remembered that there was not much time left.

"How much time is left?"

Getting angry, Fang Lingqing glanced at the jade card, and answered with a very honest frown: "One hour, only one hour left."

Qiao Wan snatched the jade slip from Fang Lingqing's hand, stretched out her hand, and glanced at her score.

More than sixty points.

Qiao Wan: "How many points are there?"

"If you want to stay, you should have more than 100 points." It was Qi Feidao who spoke.

Several Confucian cultivators, with a bright mind, Qi Feidao paid special attention to the fluctuation of the number of people and scores in the illusion from the moment he entered the illusion.

In this secret realm melee, the initial number is 500 people, and finally the last 300 people are eliminated according to the score and ranking.

At present, the lowest score among the top 200 people also has more than 100 points.

With more than 100 points, Qiao Wan quickly calculated it in her heart. If it was converted into 10 points, it would have to take five or six heads.

The problem is that at this time, all the monks who can stay are not very easy to deal with.

There is still an hour, and it is no doubt that I want to get these five or six heads in such a short time.

In the time of these three or two sentences, not far away, the mountain cream roared like thunder, and a large piece of trees fell down in response, and there were several screams of tears.

【Pig killed XXX】

【Pig killed XXX】

【Pig killed XXX】

Shame, shame too.

The monks of the three religions who were killed by pigs fell to the ground one after another, tears streaming down their faces.

I never dreamed that I had survived the first two days, and I was killed by a pig on the last day. Is this what humans do? !

The onlookers on Huazuo Peak looked at the killing shouts on the photo stone, even more puzzled by the second monk.

Are these disciples of the Three Sects poking the pig's nest in the illusion? !

In this illusion and Huazuo Peak, inside and outside, when chickens and dogs jumped, Qiao Wan moved his muscles and bones, and silently swung his sword.

Fang Lingqing was shocked: "It's still an hour, what else can you do?!"

Qiao Wan's dark eyes flashed with sword light, her head held high, her head held high, majestic and high-spirited, she answered in a buoyant voice: "Go, push the boss!"