On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

It is difficult for mushrooms to describe what they see at the moment in human language.

The outside of the city was red, and the heaven and the earth were antagonizing the sea of ​​fire.

The ignited sky was extremely low, as if raising a hand, you could touch the red and hot sky.

Under the high temperature and transpiration, the line of sight was a little confused and distorted, and the earth seemed to be bent and floated, forming an arc with the low sky, enclosing the terrifying sea of ​​fire. Heaven and earth are strangling the flame of extinction!

Futuzi and Yu Yuyan pushed open the heavy city gate one by one, Ning Qingqing walked out from the center, feeling like standing in the world facing a flame purgatory.

"Hi...angry universe!" Futuzi raised a pair of fat arms and circled the huge fireball in front of him, "This is the ancient strange formation that has long been lost! Tsk tsk, design it with such a big hand! worth!"

Yu Yuyan's voice changed in anxious tone: "...Stop talking nonsense, how can this formation be broken! Daoist is about to lose!"

Ning Qingqing looked at the lore formation made of the sky and the earth, and silently shrank her hyphae, wishing to close the cap too.

Under such power, she is like a little ant, and the hyphae will be completely crushed as soon as they pass.

No fight, no fight.

Ning Qingqing subconsciously looked back at the plaque on the city gate.

Xiecheng.

At this moment, Xie Wuwang was covered in blood, and the blood was ignited by his own high temperature, and the blood was sprinkled in the air, turning into a splendid blood fire.

In the distorted sea of ​​high temperature, his face was astonishingly pale, and at first glance, it looked like a ghost crawling out of the Nether Purgatory.

Heaven and Earth were strangling him, surrounded by more than 20 monks like mosquitoes and flies, all kinds of magic weapons and tricks were constantly greeted him, the short demon emperor turned into a black afterimage, and made sneak attacks from time to time.

Even though it is a scene of the end of a hero, Xie Wuwang's movements are not at all chaotic, and there is still a fake smile on the corners of the exquisite and cold lips. He didn't even look at the newly added injuries on his body, just like those terrible. His blood and fire were not spilled from him.

He didn't evade and let everyone attack him.

He must fully manipulate the flames in the sky and resist the mighty power of the heaven and earth in the great array of rage-he is contending with the heaven and the earth in a human body!

Xie Wuwang's figure disappeared for a moment.

A cyan sword with countless serrations whizzed past where he had stood.

If he didn't avoid it, this knife might be able to cut him in the middle!

The tall and straight figure appeared silently behind the cultivator holding the sword. The companion's exclamation has not yet formed, and a burning hand has gently stroked the thick nape of the monk's neck.

"Crack."

The neck bone was shattered, and the monk's head was weirdly tilted to the right.

The dazed primordial spirit was about to leave his orifice, and was burned into a blue smoke by the flames.

Suddenly killing a monk, the seriously injured Xie Wuwang's lips turned whiter by three points, and the low breath from his mouth was unusually distinct in the sea of ​​flames.

The Demon King got the flaw, and a long black nail took the opportunity to penetrate Xie Wuwang's left shoulder!

Xie Wuwang didn't even move the eyebrows, as if it wasn't his body that was injured.

He held the black armor that passed through with his backhand, the original fire burned, and the long armor was destroyed inch by inch.

The Demon Sovereign snapped his armor anxiously, and flew backwards.

This situation is quite like a group of hyenas besieging the king of the grassland. They continue to create wounds on the powerful king, causing the opponent to lose too much blood and die from exhaustion.

"Despicable and shameless!" Futuzi's eyes were flushed, and the flesh trembled with anger.

The ancient giant formation is not trivial, even the floating tuzi who is proficient in the formation enchantment can't find the slightest way to break through.

Yu Yuyan's expression was cold, and the roots of her teeth creaked.

This trap is really disgusting. Using the power of heaven and earth to contain Xie Wuwang, many people took turns to attack him, creating wounds one by one to consume the pains, which is really not a dignified method.

The immortal gate is the right way after all. Even if you fight with more and less, you should fight in an upright manner and burn jade, not with such a vicious little trick, let alone these despicables, in order to achieve their goals, they have joined forces with evil spirits!

Look at the city behind you, from the elders to the weaker toddlers, which one has the monster let go?

The evil of the human heart is no different from demons!

Xie Wuwang had more and more wounds on his body, until he couldn't see where the wound was and where it was intact.

He seemed to fall at any time, but he never fell. He was like a monster who couldn't perceive pain, his smirk remained motionless, and he seized the opportunity to kill three enemies one after another.

The besiegers who had gained the upper hand became more and more solemn, and in the flames of the sky, the chill filled everyone's heart.

Someone hurriedly used the sound-transmitting mirror.

"They still have a move!" Yu Yuyan's eyes were scarlet, "I hate it!"

Futuzi lowered his head and muttered: "You take Madam away."

Yu Yuyan thought without hesitation: "I won't go!"

"Then I'll take Madam away." Futuzi raised a pair of squinted eyes, "Yu Yuyan, don't say I won't let you, I asked you first, it's your chance not to survive, you can't blame me for being fat. Hey~ "

Rarely, Yu Yuyan did not sneer, only tossed her lips.

Working together for so many years, how can you not tell the real smile and fake smile?

The situation is like this, it is a hundred for the martyrdom to stay, and the one who left is the painful heart.

The two looked at Ning Qingqing.

She was in a daze.

Ning Qingqing had stayed quietly for quite a while, watching Xie Wuwang being attacked by others in turn, burning blood spreading across the sky along the robe, she suddenly realized this scene as if she had seen it in a dream.

She still remembered how she felt in the dream.

The mood is close to collapse, and the pain is piercing.

Such intense emotions made her feel strange and familiar.

She didn't want him to die. Even if she is not as anxious as in her dream, she is a mushroom that distinguishes right from wrong. She knows that those sneak attackers and the demon emperor are not good things, and Xie Wuwang, although arrogant, arrogant, and not very good at mind, she and Compared with the guys who besieged him, he seemed to exude a light of righteousness.

"Madam," Futuzi said in a deep voice, "The subordinates will take you back to the holy mountain. It is not safe here."

"No hurry." Ning Qingqing blinked. "The Demon Sovereign said that apart from this trap, the Demon Slayer Array is hidden in the ground. It has no brains, and even it can find out that there is a plan. It must be the other party deliberately. Let it discover—why did the other party deliberately leak such a secret to the Demon Emperor? It must be to cover up the true intentions."

Futuzi and Yu Yuyan held their breath unconsciously, "I wish to hear the details."

Ning Qingqing made a mushroom-like simple and straightforward reasoning: "The trap in this trap is not to guard against Xie Wuwang, because as long as he knows that there is the first trap here, then he will not step into it, and there is no need to step on it anymore. Make the second trap so troublesome. Then, since the wind of the Demon Slayer Array was deliberately released to the Demon Sovereign, it is naturally not the Demon Sovereign Sovereign. I don't need to explain this, right?"

Futuzi raised a pair of moth eyebrows, and held it in a timely manner: "That is..."

Yu Yuyan frowned: "That's it?"

Ning Qingqing thought they could tell the answer, so she blinked and looked at the two humans encouragingly.

For a long while.

Futuzi scratched his head: "Yes?"

Yu Yuyan tilted her head: "Who is it?"

Ning Qingqing: "..." Well, blame her for underestimating the intelligence differences between creatures.

She lowered her eyes in awe, and raised her hand to point to the twisted world: "Intentionally leaking the news to the Demon Emperor, and using the Demon Emperor's movements to conceal her movements, of course, is to design the cannon fodder that is kept inside! "

She lifted her eyelids and scanned it, and saw Futuzi rubbing her chin thoughtfully, and Yu Yuyan frowned Liu's eyebrows and was puzzled. She couldn't help feeling the powerlessness of an old master facing an incapable student.

"The Devil Emperor is an uncontrollable variable." Ning Qingqing explained earnestly in human language, "It has no common interests with human beings, and may revert at any time, and it is obvious that its purpose is to wipe out all the humans present, so the master behind the scenes It makes it impossible to bet the success or failure of the plan on it."

The two Futuzi finally nodded clearly: "Understood. The Demon Sovereign may not keep his promise to enter the formation to deal with Daojun, and even if it enters the formation, there is no guarantee that this monster will go crazy and attack everyone indiscriminately. "

Although Xie Wuwang is seriously injured now, the situation in the formation maintains a delicate balance-his strength is gradually declining, but his opponents are constantly falling.

If something goes wrong with the Demon Sovereign, then the victorious balance will immediately fall to Xie Wuwang.

Xie Wuwang was very strong, much scarier than he thought.

"Therefore, the master behind the scenes must prepare a back hand, and this back hand is very likely to sacrifice those who enter the formation, so he needs to deliberately leak a message about the demon-killing formation to the demon emperor, and the demon emperor will do his hands and feet. , To cover up his true actions." Ning Qingqing said decisively.

The eyes of Futuzi and Yu Yuyan became immensely admired: "Too great! Madam, how did you think of it?"

Ning Qingqing spread his hands helplessly.

Do you still need to think about it? In front of the three parties, one was Xie Wuwang, the other was Demon Sovereign, and the other was the monks who were besieging Xie Wuwang.

The method of elimination is clear at a glance.

Remove the impossible Xie Wuwang and the Demon Emperor, and what is left is the cannon fodder?

"Then what should we do?" Futuzi looked at Ning Qingqing expectantly.

The corners of Ning Qingqing's eyes dropped lower: "Use your brain, don't count on me for anything."

Higher creatures will never admit that they haven't figured out a solution for the time being.

With the effort of speaking, Xie Wuwang killed five people again, and his injuries were even more terrifying, and the right half of his body was almost non-bleeding.

Tears burst into the eyes of Futuzi and Yu Yuyan.

They are all people who have been rolling on the battlefield of life and death, so why can't you see that they are fighting with iron and blood.

My family looks passionate and tragic, but as far as the enemy is concerned, it is fearful.

"There's something in the sect, I'll go one step ahead!" A luxuriously dressed white-robed monk took the lead in retreating.

He teleported to the edge of the Great Array of Fury.

Someone took the lead, and the remaining ten or so monks immediately thought about it.

If Xie Wuwang had known that Xie Wuwang was so terrible, who would have leaned forward? Participating in the sniper killing regardless of his life is actually just running with a mysterious belief-the person who kills the Daoist may immediately ascend to become the next Daoist.

Everyone wants to take advantage of this.

The Array of Wrathful Universe also caters to everyone's psychology-no one wants to fight Xie Wuwang head-on, and such a siege method that consumes knives and drums to spread flowers, maybe the final lore can be defeated with one blow. On his own head.

But at this moment of the war, looking at Xie Wuwang, whose complexion had not changed for a moment, everyone present was already terrified.

Seeking wealth and wealth is not seeking wealth and wealth by death.

Retirement sprouts, although knowing that today's failure will inevitably encounter the horrible revenge of Tiansheng Palace, but the death word is the head, and he can't care about the future for a while.

"Boom—"

The first white-robed monk who tried to teleport and escape from the battlefield hit an invisible wave of air, and his body fell backwards. It was a powerful and powerful body that also hit his head in an instant.

"Wh, what's going on?!" All the cultivators were in a panic and fled from Xie Wuwang's side and scattered to the big formation.

can not go out.

The air wave was surging, and the entire heaven and earth giant array shrank toward the center. Although the speed was not fast, the powerful crushing force was completely irresistible!

"We are calculated!"

Panicking, unbelief, and swearing, all of the monks' faces seemed to have opened a dyeing workshop for a while, and their expressions were extremely wonderful.

The Demon Emperor also had a gloomy face, hanging in the corner of the huge formation.

During the show, only Xie Wuwang's expression remained unchanged.

The majesty of the world is still exerting the power to kill him, his figure is not shaking, his dark long eyes are not fluctuating, and the flustered monk has become a lamb to be slaughtered in front of him.

However, he didn't start the killing, but disappeared and appeared without a rush, and killed a monk calmly. After a while, he killed another person.

Suddenly someone yelled: "He... he kills regularly! From high to low!"

The fight was fierce just now, everyone only thought that Xie Wuwang was grabbing a flaw to kill.

No one attacked him at this moment, and when he looked around, he felt cold all over his body.

There was only a short man left in the field.

The kill order is from high to short, simple and rude.

Hearing this, Xie Wuwang, who hadn't said a word from beginning to end, finally smiled.

The gentle voice, like a spring breeze, was creepy: "I see it through."

There was a dead silence.

"Daojun!" The bloodless white robe monk knelt decisively into the void, "You deserve to die! I sincerely regret it! I beg Daojun for a chance. I would like to confess the name of the instigator behind the scenes, and I would like to contribute. Redeemed!"

A wise person has already understood that there is only a dead end when trapped in the same place as the refining Gu furnace.

Xie Wuhuang said slowly: "Why do you want to know the name of a corpse?"

It seems doubtful, but in fact arrogant and sure.

His voice was horribly dumb, and the wind was hissing from the chest, abdomen and throat.

It's true that it's easy to do, it's true that it's seriously injured, and its arrogance is even more true.

"Go! Kill him, maybe there is still a glimmer of life!" The taller one of the shorter ones couldn't hold back.

No one dared to move.

Invisible waves of air surged around, and the soft-legged monk who shrank at the edge of the huge array was constantly pushed towards the long body Yuli Xie Wuwang.

At this moment, the sound transmission mirrors of the monks all lit up.

Everyone looked at each other and poured spiritual power into the sound-transmitting mirror one after another.

The same voice floated out of different sound-transmitting mirrors, overlapped and reverberated in the air: "You have worked hard, the plan has been completed, you can go with peace of mind."

An inexplicable treacherous terror grabbed the monks' hearts.

The Futuzi, who was closely watching the battle, suddenly slapped his leg severely: "I see! It's a divine tool—Sumi Mustako! A dual gathering spirit array is set up under the giant formation to draw all the forces on the battlefield to Xumi. Mustard, connect the two sides, wait until the time is right...hiss..."

Numerous chicken skins floated on his fat cheeks.

"The whole array will be collected into Sumeru mustard seeds!"

Yu Yuyan grabbed his collar: "What will happen to the Taoist monarch?"

Dense beads of sweat ooze from Futuzi's forehead: "Squeezed alive to the size of a broad bean, what do you think will be..."

He shuddered several times.

Ning Qingqing curled her eyes and smiled: "Small things. Find out the mustard seeds and destroy them."

"Right!" Futuzi immediately grabbed the weak backbone and smiled his fat face into an ingot: "Where can I find Sumeru mustard?"

Yu Yuyan replied very wittily: "Fool! Follow the wall of the air wave to touch it, or you will touch it!"

Old God Ning Qingqing was there and patted Yu Yuyan on the shoulder: "Smart."

Yu Yuyan blushed again with a brush, and turned away awkwardly: "Well, what's the matter? It can be imagined by an individual!"

The roots of the ears are red.

Here, the two Futuzi took Ning Qingqingshunteng to touch the melon, and Xie Wuwang leisurely killed another monk. The blood-fired slender fingers were like flowers, and they took the sound transmission mirror from the monk's blackened hand.

There are still fourteen monks surviving at this moment, and there are less than a handful of them who are still sober.

Mortals think that all the monks who have touched the avenue are otherworldly, but they are not. Just as the world is always the emperor who is most afraid of death, the more the great monk who lives to this level, the more he cherishes his life.

Seeing Xie Wuwang snatched a sound transmission mirror and didn't intend to continue killing people for the time being, everyone was relieved, and his face showed some lightness after the disaster.

Xie Wuwang's posture was rather slow and lazy. He held the sound-transmitting mirror obliquely, and said indifferently, "You know, temptation is two-way. If you want to touch my bottom, you must expose your own reality. You'd better pray. , I caught it later."

There was a dead silence on the other side, and there was no reply.

It seemed that after leaving the last sentence, the person behind the sound transmission mirror had already left.

There was no change in Xie Wuwang's expression, and he still didn't care about it.

After a long while, watching the huge formation of heaven and earth shrink to a radius of twenty feet, Xie Wuwang casually killed another person, and said casually: "Ji Daojun, you think your limit is my limit, you can't help despising Xie."

This time he didn't use the sound transmission mirror, but he didn't know which surviving monk passed through and passed to the far behind the scene.

The sound transmission mirror in Xie Wuwang's hands actively lit up.

Without the overlap and blessing of countless sound transmission mirrors, this voice sounded awkward to everyone, without any brilliance: "Xie Wuwang. I know that your Dao bones are extraordinary, but if you forcefully break through the formation, your Dao body will be extremely unstable. When the fire riots, I will take another shot and the winning rate will be 70%."

After a pause, he said: "Your family's Xie family has not died of evil. At this moment, you are hiding in the underground of Xiecheng. If you use extreme fire to break the mustard seeds, Xie's blood will be extinct instantly, within a thousand miles. , There is not even one ant left. There is also Qingcheng Mountain, too close to this place, and it is hard to be spared."

Xie Wuwang smiled lightly and didn't care at all: "I have given a chance. I live and die, and I cannot blame anyone."

The other party seemed to be choked.

After a long while, laughter came out: "I know you are cold-hearted. However, since you can bother to relocate the Qingcheng Sword Sect, you must have some affection for Madam Zun."

Xie Wuwang's eyes were cold, and his thin lips pressed down slightly: "Is she in your hands?"

"Naturally not." The other party laughed again, "At our level, we can do something and not do something. If I really took the lady, I must thank Daojun for extinction without saying anything at this moment. Fate, wonderful Unspeakable, Xie Daojun, Sumeru mustard and the great array of anger are about to merge. People who are destined can meet by themselves. Seeing a woman who is devoured by extreme fire, in fact, don’t be interested in it-you will taste what I have experienced. taste."

The sound transmission mirrors in everyone's hands were all shattered.

The contraction of the odd formation is getting faster and faster, just like a bubble that has been blown enough to leak, and to the end, there is only a moment to annihilate it.

At this moment, in the twisted sky that had condensed into a spherical shape, a beautiful face that looked like a mirror flower suddenly appeared.

She is beautiful, and the misty void covers her with a hazy veil, and it is even more beautiful and thrilling. She touched her chin and pursed her petal-like lips slightly, which was so beautiful.

Even Xie Wuwang, who has never moved from the beginning to the end, his pupils are loose and tight.

Sumeru mustard is very close to this place. Ning Qingqing, she is right next to Sumi mustard seeds.

If you break the formation forcibly, this face will disappear a little bit in front of you.

Space squeezed crazily.

The surviving monks with fearful faces heard Xie Wuwang muttering to himself--

"Hesitate."

When the three of Ning Qingqing arrived at their destination, it was hidden under the giant formation, protected by a simple barrier.

She carefully observed the divine artifact Sumeruko in front of her.

It looks like a transparent broad bean.

Futuzi and Yu Yuyan gave up helplessly after beating them.

"It can only be destroyed from the inside." Futuzi smiled bitterly, "It depends on Daojun."

Yu Yuyan took a step closer, and the two fellow monks tacitly protected Ning Qingqing with their bodies.

If the Dao Monarch breaks through the formation, it must be light for thousands of miles.

"Huh, what is this?" Ning Qingqing curiously stared at a small black spot above the mustard seeds.

"Magic breath!" Yu Yuyan's eyes opened slightly, "How did the devil breath get into the artifact?"

"The devil's breath? That was the devil's breath." Ning Qingqing blinked, "behind the scenes the master used the devil's emperor to cover up his double trap, and the artifact was contaminated by the devil's breath."

She touched her chin, pursing her petal-like lips slightly.

After a while, she bends her eyes into a pair of crescent moons and happily patted her hands: "Try this! It said, this is the hardest part of its body! If you didn't lie to me, breaking the magic breath shouldn't be a problem. ."

Futuzi and Yu Yuyan looked at each other strangely, and both sides subconsciously wanted to bend something, and then Qi Qi despised each other's desire to bend.

Ning Qingqing sacrificed the demon emperor's finger bones.

"I poked."

"Zi—"

The tip of the phalanx was facing the small black spot on the artifact, Ning Qingqing concentrated, her big beautiful eyes stared slightly into a cockfight, she drilled down like a log to make fire.

"..."

"Puff—stab—"

broken!

"Madam mighty!" Futuzi's fat face flushed, and he shouted, "Quick! Get in and destroy it from inside! Quickly, quickly—"

According to his understanding of Lord Taoist, this area of ​​thousands of miles is about to usher in an unprecedented explosion of extreme flames.

Can live, who the **** wants to die?

The phalanx in Ning Qingqing's hand no longer advances. It can pierce the mustard seeds at the tip, and it is impossible for the finger bones to penetrate.

But this is not difficult for Ning Qingqing.

Hyphae condensed from her fingertips, drilled in the invisible hole, and shook it slightly, condensed into a used fungus stem, flicked left and right, and violently hit the inner wall of the artifact.

...

Xie Wuwei and the surviving monks deeply felt the fear of being dominated by the giant fungus in the huge formation that shared the vision with Sumeruko.