Chapter 979 Red Dust Tribulation

With a big hand move, the gossip Ge Xianlu turned around and appeared in front of everyone again, and then waved a simple big sword to protect the left side of the body. With a thought, he decided to sacrifice the long-silent small seal floating in the air On the right side of the body, if it's not Huang Tianyin, what else is it?

With a flick of his eyebrows inadvertently, he actually sensed the war request message sent by the little bug from the sleeping beast ring.

This somewhat surprised him, what the hell, you fell asleep and transformed, why did you wake up at this time, and you still look like you are about to move, it is not because you want to gnaw on these magic weapons Alright.

Judging from what the little bug had done in the past, it was really possible.

It is simply a bottomless pit that cannot be kept, and I want to swallow all the treasures I see, regardless of whether the small stomach can hold it or digest it, it is more greedy than anything else. However, he still likes this little guy quite a lot. He actually took the initiative to invite Ying when his master was facing a big enemy, and he didn't keep him for so long for nothing.

As for him, he just chose to appease the little guy. This small ostentation can't trouble him, a former demon king. He doesn't know how many times he has faced more dangerous scenes than this.

Sure enough, the main force this time was the long-armed scholar who looked harmless to humans and animals.

It seemed clumsy, but it was extremely threatening.

To deal with this kind of attack, Ye Chen has extremely rich experience. The gossip Ge Xianlu, who had a flash of precious light, turned around and swelled to a size comparable to that of Fa Bao, and then he was stabbed head-on with a diagonal stab.

Without hearing the sound, I saw a circle of precious light spreading in all directions like a tidal wave. The space where the precious light passed was instantly silent, as if all the living things passing through the space had been wiped out, except for a few people who cast spells and waited for their clothes to be windless. Swinging himself, he also made a grinning sound, swearing that the blow was extraordinary.

"Good job!"

This blow inspired the four young masters of the demon clan. They were all defeated by Ye Chen's attack before, and now there is finally someone who seems to be able to match Ye, which made their hearts hang. I can finally put it in my chest with peace of mind.

They are not stupid, they asked and asked, said goodbye and said goodbye to the elders before they came, let them know that this action is not as simple as what they say.

"Well, not bad. The demon element is pure and surging, and the magic weapon is used skillfully. It is much stronger than a pig, a snake, a bear, and a lion."

Ye was shamelessly dragging hatred, here and there he was praising the other party, obviously using the other party's performance to cleanse other opponents.

"put..."

Before the word 四 could be uttered, someone Ye choked back his next words.

"However, I only used less than 80% of my mana, so I don't know how much demon energy this fellow daoist has used?"

Their faces changed upon hearing that, if these words were true, they would be too happy.

They knew the style of this scholar too well, he was definitely a master who would use all his strength to fight a lion and a rabbit, how could he not use his milking strength to face such a formidable enemy.

"Fellow Daoist's magic power is boundless, Tongmou admires it."

The slightly pedantic long-armed scholar also has extremely rich combat experience, why didn't he understand that Ye Chen was asking the question knowingly, he knew very well that the other party's connivance and calmness were not just pretending, and his demon energy was fully used.

The other party said that 80% of the mana was used, and it might not be 80%, and they were deliberately concealing it.

"Don't listen to his ramblings. You don't need to take it seriously if you deliberately hurt my morale. Let's go together. Is it possible that my four magic weapons can't match the remaining 20% ​​of his mana?"

Zhuya first shook the branch and shouted calmly.

He was the last of the others to arrive at the scene, and he was also the one who was the least impressed by Ye's strength, and he lacked the burden of the other three who were timid before fighting.

"right."

"Do it."

Four directions, four means of attack.

The whipping, slapping, and rolling of the dragon whip, the pressing, smashing, and bumping of the Shaking Mountain Seal, the wrapping, wrapping, and stabbing of the Tongxianmu, and the burning, roasting, and gilding of the heart-stirring flames, and with every move, Ye Chen must With 12 points of energy to deal with the attack of Yue Yue Hammer, the bank of Hongchen Lake is no longer a pure land, and the beautiful scenery that people linger in the past has become a Shura field.

The many water monsters in the lake that were not enough to transform were the first to suffer. They were either roasted into scorched skewers by the fierce flames or turned into dregs by other magic weapons. As for the living creatures on land, they can be called The living things probably no longer exist.

Ye Chen used the Juque Sword that cuts gold and cuts jade to deal with all kinds of close-up attacks, and used the huge Huang Tianyin to deal with the peripheral offensives. The absolute main force was the Eight Diagrams Gexian Furnace emitting blue flames from the Baoguang Furnace.

The competition between magic weapons not only depends on the grades of the magic weapons, but also depends on the cultivation of the person who controls them. In fact, the magic weapon itself is hard power, and the transmission of mana and demon essence is soft power. Both are indispensable. And complement each other.

Magical treasures without the blessing of mana and the protection of the demon element may only be able to test the quality of the material of the magic weapon, but it will be different if they are combined with mana and demon element. The power can be said to shake mountains and ground. According to ancient records, under the battle of ancient mighty powers, the land can be split and the sea can be boiled.

For a moment, although Ye Chen was not at a disadvantage, he was still in a hurry by the offensive of several people, and the space for activities was compressed by most of the young masters of the demon clan.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but they gradually moved the battlefield to the surface of the Red Dust Lake.

At this time, the shrimps, crabs and fishes in Hongchen Lake had already been beaten to ashes by several people, and the lake water was almost evaporated dry by them.

Huge water vapor rises up, meeting the high-altitude cold air flow to form a fog group covering several miles.

When the mist engulfed the buildings of Mingyue Temple, which was not high on the ground, after a low shout of "the auspicious time has come", the closed door of the Hongchen Temple opened automatically from the inside with a "squeak".

A few maids who had been fidgeting outside the door nervously looked towards the open door, but their magic power was low, and they couldn't penetrate the thin mist to see clearly the scene inside the hall.

He could only hear the sound of "tattling" footsteps, and saw the vaguely white figure of the saint stepping slowly out of the temple gate.

"Welcome to the saint."

The girls quickly knelt down and shouted as usual.

In their view, there is no big problem if the saint can come out at this time, and she still needs to come forward to deal with the affairs under the mountain.

They didn't feel that something was wrong there either. That's right, this time the saint didn't greet them peacefully to get up as usual, not even the slightest sign. Maybe there was a gesture to make them get up, but they didn't see it at all.

They hesitated and waited for a while, then got up by themselves and went down the mountain with the saint who was so familiar.

No one noticed, and no one cared that there seemed to be one missing statue in the Red Dust Hall.

They were wondering why the saint didn't turn into a ray of light and rush to the scene of the fight down the mountain. Wasn't that battle important to Mingyue Temple?

At this time, many people in the holy city, whether they are human cultivators or demon cultivators, have noticed that the direction of Mingyue Temple seems to be foggy.

At first, people didn’t take this seriously. The area around Mingyue Temple was sparsely populated. After it was reported that Mingyue Temple had lost a treasure, few people were willing to approach it recently. , Even those young cultivators who flocked to Fairy Murong in the past restrained themselves.

Gradually, they all discovered that the fog was unusual, like a spiritual fog but not like it, not to mention that the spiritual eyes could not penetrate it, and it was almost impossible to penetrate with the spiritual sense.

Gradually, some cultivators remembered a long-forgotten legend, the legend that the world of mortals dried up and the world of mortals robbed.

The problem is, the Hongchen Lake under the bright moon view has always had so much water. It doesn't increase when it rains, and it doesn't decrease when it's drought. It's always the same.

The monks in the city have been used to that appearance for many years.

No one would have thought it would dry up.

In the early years, there was a legend that there are noses and eyes. One of the phenomena is that there will be a thick fog in the area under the jurisdiction of Mingyue Temple. This fog can isolate the spiritual consciousness of the cultivator. See through.

"What? It's really foggy in the direction of Mingyue Temple?"

"Quick, go and report to the Holy Master."

The very beautiful long-armed old man with a white beard said in panic after receiving the report.

The young man who reported the news, who didn't take the news seriously, was also a little flustered, and was about to dodge into the depths of the house, but was stopped by a gentle female voice.

"There is no need to report. The Holy Master is retreating in the main hall, and all the affairs here are temporarily accepted by me."

"Yes, ma'am!"

An old man and a young man hurriedly replied to the human female nun who had just appeared.

"Old Tong, you know the legend, right?"

"Don't panic, it's just fog, it may not match the legend."

The graceful and luxurious human female cultivator comforted the old man, showing no signs of panic.

"I know I was wrong. The less people think about it at this time, the better."

The old man glanced at the young man and explained, but he didn't wait for the next order from the human nun. He found that she had already stared in a certain direction, as if she had lost her mind.

He quickly sent the young man away from here, and strictly prohibited the other party from spreading the news indiscriminately in the mansion.

In the vast area of ​​the holy city, many cultivators have rushed to Mingyue Temple, wanting to see what happened, most of them are strong men from ancient monster clan families, but more ordinary cultivators have not been affected in the slightest, and they still should Why do what.

At this time, the battle in the center of the fog is in full swing.

After being flustered at the beginning, Ye gradually figured out the routine of these people, and after restraining the main Tongwen offensive, he began to launch a counterattack against the young masters of the Yaozu.

"Hahaha, the young masters of a few nameless ancient demon families have magic weapons in their bodies, but they can't exert 100% of the power of the magic weapons. Just like this, you still want to force Mingyue Guan to stand out? Don't you think too much of yourself? "

He had only used three magic weapons, none of which had unleashed the unfathomable potential of any of them, so of course he was qualified to laugh at those who besieged him.

"snort."

What responded to him was a cold snort, or simply silence.

The young masters have already discovered that they kicked the iron plate today. If no foreign aid came, they would have been thankful that they had not fallen into the opponent's hands.

The few people who were fighting didn't realize that the cracked bottom of the lake underground and the lingering fog in the sky had already completely cut off their connection with the outside world.

"Saint, what is the origin of this person, how can he be so mighty? Even the young masters who can make the banks of the Red Dust Lake tremble three times by stomping their feet are so deflated."

It was still that silly little Wu who was talking.

The few of them had followed their Highness the Holy Maiden to the Red Dust Lake, but they had been hiding in the sea of ​​fog and were unwilling to show their faces.

To be precise, the woman in white who has been silent since she came out of the hall, that is, Murong Xiaojiang, who is sought after by many young practitioners in the Holy City, has always remained silent.

Apparently, Xiao Wu's nonchalance didn't get any response from Murong Xiaojiang, only a few of her fellow maids responded by rolling their eyes, but she stubbornly stared back one by one, which means you can do it.

For some reason, the surrounding fog had a great impact on other people, but it didn't have much impact on the few maids who were close to Murong Xiaojiang.

They also wondered why the thick fog that had made it impossible for them to see the road just now turned into a thin layer of veil now.

The girl in white who seemed to be watching the battle calmly frowned from time to time, as if she was enduring some torment.

In one space, a painting boat is parked in the center of the calm lake like Hongchen Lake, and a guqin is hovering not far from it.

"Xiao Jiang, you have already handed over the painting boat to the master, why are you still stubborn and unwilling to hand over this broken piano?"

"Master, forgive me for not being able to obey my orders. Didn't you always say that the heirs of Mingyue Temple, such as me, can keep their souls alive even if their lifespan is exhausted? The disciple's body has been entrusted to you to control. The Zhige painting boat inherited there has also been handed over to your old man, why can't you let the disciple keep his spiritual consciousness and escort you with this humble Qiqingqin?"

It turns out that there is a small person on the hovering guqin, and upon closer inspection, it is the miniature version of Murong Xiaojiang in the outer room.

But the voice talking to her came from the painting boat.

"My good disciple, you are a monk who has just entered the fairyland. You have no physical body to control, and you have lost the powerful magic weapon to drive you. What do you use to protect the master?"

As soon as these words came out, Huafang suddenly bullied Guqin, trying to devour Guqin and the miniature version of Murong Xiaojiang.

Not to be outdone, Guqin suddenly became huge and collided with the painting boat.

"Shameless, it's fine to tamper with the magic weapon of master's inheritance, but you actually want to devour my spiritual consciousness directly. If it weren't for my outstanding talent, I would have cut off the connection with this broken boat early and repaired the magic weapon of my life. You got it today."

Guqin can become huge, but the miniature version of Murong Xiaojiang remains the same, but when this little guy gets angry, even the vast lake suddenly becomes choppy.