Six Hundred and Eighty Third Chapters to Blame

"Rush out!" Shui Fengyue put away the vase, her face turned pale, and shouted loudly.

Behind him, more than a hundred Sanguan disciples, led by Mo Gehui and Wan Hucong, rushed towards Taniguchi.

At this moment, a large number of rotting corpses and skeletons suddenly crawled out from the ground, and quickly rushed in from both sides, blocking the passage that Shui Fengyue had finally opened just now, once again blocking it.

Although the cultivation level of these skeletons is not high, they are superior in number. After this delay, the crowd was once again dispersed by the dead spirits from all directions, and they were divided into several groups.

Near the mouth of the valley, several green-skinned zombies holding bone knives surrounded a disciple of Thunder Watch.

The man's face flashed fiercely, and the rune on the surface of the long sword shrouded in blue light in his hand was bright. He wanted to fight a bloody way to escape from the sky, but suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

I saw a black blade shining with crystal light protruding from his chest.

Before he could make any other reactions, Wu Ye's figure appeared behind him at some unknown time.

Turning over his palm, a black square box appeared in the palm of his hand, and a black mist rolled out of it, wrapping the disciple's body, blurring his figure, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

On the hillside on the right side of the valley, Zou Kai was wearing a flame armor and was holding a red spear, waving it up and down, picking off the carrion corpses trying to catch up one by one.

"Roar"

A rotting corpse dragon roared and rushed down the slope, knocking dozens of zombies away, opened its huge mouth, and spit out a foul-smelling black putrid liquid, covering Zou Kai.

With a flick of the tip of Zou Kai's gun, several clusters of flames flew out, facing the mass of putrid liquid.

With a sound of "huh", the putrid liquid immediately burned, and black smoke rose repeatedly.

At the same time, from all directions, more than a hundred zombies and dead spirits rushed forward one after another.

Zou Kai swung his spear forward, pinched out several formulas with one hand, and pressed it on the body of the spear.

A crimson flame gushed out, turning into a huge wall of fire and pushing down the hillside.

Dozens of zombies were rushed by the wall of fire and burned violently.

At this moment, Zou Kai's vision flickered, and he vaguely saw a crystal light shining in the wall of fire in front of him.

He subconsciously raised the tip of the gun and stabbed forward.

However, this shot pierced the empty space.

The next moment, a crystal bone knife pierced through the armor of his neck with a "poof", piercing through the back of his neck.

The dagger spirit's figure appeared immediately.

A large amount of blood poured out of Zou Kai's mouth, and he fell backwards.

Before he fell to the ground, a cloud of black smoke had already spread over, engulfing his body.

All of a sudden, there were screams of misery in the valley one after another.

Although the cultivation bases of these more than a hundred disciples of the heavenly position are not weak, most of them have the cultivation base of the middle stage of the heavenly rank and above, and there are even a few middle-stage warlocks of the day rank, but there are too many necromancers. It is surrounded by the outer three layers.

Everyone has to deal with the siege of dozens or even hundreds of dead spirits almost at the same time.

And what makes these disciples desperate is that these undead spirits can't be killed at all.

Among these undead, in addition to the phantom beasts, there are naturally many real undead summoned by Wu Ye through the Falling Immortal Platform. Most of the cultivation bases are at the ground level, and they will not leave phantom beads after they collapse. .

It's just that in such a chaotic situation, naturally no one cares.

With the defeat of the undead, the number of Sanguan disciples has also been greatly reduced, and after many people are knocked down, they will be wrapped in a cloud of black mist, and their bodies will disappear strangely the next moment .

This scene looked like it was sent out by Xuan Qiong Order when he was seriously injured.

In just half an hour, more than half of the hundreds of Sanguan disciples who were hiding here had been lost.

The big disciple of Sanguan Mo regretted that Shui Fengyue and Wan Hucong, because of their boldness, immediately found a favorable terrain when the battle fell into an unfavorable situation. At this moment, they can still support it, but the other mid-to-late stage disciples But they were not so lucky. As for those who were strong at the early stage of the heavenly position, they were naturally overwhelmed by the dead spirits early on, and their life and death were uncertain.

On the other side of the valley, Shi Mu had left the ground at some point, and was also surrounded by a large number of undead creatures.

The thunderbolt sword in his hand was shrouded in purple lightning, forming a thunder net, protecting his body in it, and there were still surrounding undead creatures rushing to kill, but they couldn't hurt them at all.

Not far away, in another battle group, Yan Luo was also under siege.

It's just that the two of them seem to be in a hard fight, but in fact the true energy in their bodies is consumed very slowly, and the two are even retreating towards the way they came from at a rather slow speed.

If you look closely, you can find that although there are many undead around the two of them, they are all undead who have been cultivated at the junior and middle stages of the earth level.

"Yan Luo, your undead army really surprised me. It turns out that Falling to the Immortal Terrace has such a magical effect! After this battle, your army will have a lot more celestial undead, right?" Shi Mu Looking around, he said through sound transmission.

"These are far from enough!" Yan Luo replied coldly.

"Hey, in my opinion, if given time, I'm afraid I can really compete with the heavenly gods." Shi Mu said leisurely.

"The beauty you think about is the oath you made, so it has nothing to do with me!" Yan Luo replied.

"We'll discuss this matter later. Right now, let's make sure we can enter the Kunlun Holy Ruins." Shi Mu seemed to hear that Yan Luo's tone was getting angry, and quickly changed the topic.

When the disciples of Yantian Temple, Zhenlei Temple, and Kanshui Temple were in a bitter battle, other places in the fourteenth floor space, the teams formed by the disciples of each temple were also surrounded by thousands of undead creatures and began to fight.

From time to time, people fell down and were teleported out, and the situation was also precarious.

On the high white jade platform outside the Xuanqiong Pagoda, the gazes of the Baguan Master and the elders were all focused on the purple mirror in the middle.

Everyone's eyes were full of concern, but the expressions on their faces were completely different.

Compared with the previous indifference, the complexions of the masters and elders of the three temples of Yantian Temple, Zhenlei Temple and Kanshui Temple are so gloomy that it is indescribable.

"Master Ji Guan, what are you disciples of the Three Views doing? We really don't understand it." Elder Yin of Genshan Temple said with a sneer.

Before Ji Wentian could speak, Elder Wu of Duizeguan had already said unceremoniously: "What's so strange about this, the eagle pecked the eyes of those who were playing with eagles!"

"The so-called lifting a rock to shoot yourself in the foot is probably the case, hmph, it's your own fault!" Yun Mengze also laughed.

Ji Wentian didn't say a word, clenched his hands tightly, the veins on his forehead were slightly bulging, and his complexion was very ugly.

At this moment, a person from under Baiyu Gaotai shouted loudly and ran up.

Ji Wentian was full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger. Seeing this person coming up, he immediately shouted angrily: "Elder Chu, what are you doing here instead of picking up the injured disciple who was sent out from under the tower?"

Elder Chu trembled, raised his sleeves and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said cautiously: "I tell you all the temple masters, something is wrong! Since half an hour ago, the number of people teleported out of the tower has dropped sharply. According to statistics , more than forty disciples who should have been teleported out of the pagoda have mysteriously disappeared."

"What?"

On the white jade high platform, there was a sudden exclamation.

"Nonsense, how is this possible?" Ji Wentian glanced at the purple mirror and said in disbelief.

"Don't dare to talk nonsense, but wait for the Lord to observe clearly." Elder Chu said immediately.

"Which disciples are the missing ones?" Ji Wentian asked hastily with his eyes wide open.

Elder Chu didn't dare to look directly at him, lowered his head slightly and said, "All of them are disciples of Tiantian Temple, Kanshui Temple, and Zhenlei Temple."

"what on earth is it!"

As soon as this statement came out, including Ji Wentian, the temple masters and elders of the other two temples all showed shock.

Ji Wentian's heart sank, and he couldn't help feeling an ominous premonition.

...

The riots in the fourteenth layer of space are still going on.

During this period, the disciples who had just been teleported from the thirteenth floor to the fourteenth floor were besieged by a large number of phantom beasts almost at the next moment, and then teleported out.

Many teams that were originally here, after surviving the initial turmoil, found favorable terrain, and began to form an all-out defense, gradually began to stabilize, and regarded it as a rare life-and-death experience.

After all, phantom beasts can't really kill people, and the experience of entering the Xuanqiong Pagoda is usually of great value!

However, the Sanguan disciples suffered heavy casualties because they were the closest to the Scarlet Lake altar and suffered the most phantom beasts and a large number of real undead army sieges.

At this moment, there are only about ten people left in each view, and they are surrounded by countless undead armies.

"I can't, I can't hold on any longer. I don't care if I don't go to the Kunlun Holy Ruins!" A Kanshui Temple disciple shouted with horror on his face.

With a flash of purple light, the figure of this person disappeared without a trace, leaving the Xuanqiong Pagoda.

With this person taking the lead, some other disciples who had already been timid in the Three Views also gritted their teeth, immediately took out the Xuanqiong Token, and urged them to leave here.

In the blink of an eye, purple light flickered.

At this moment, there are only seven or eight Sanguan disciples in total, and they form a circle back to back, staying here stubbornly, not reconciled to quitting the trial, water seals the moon, don't regret it, Wanhu from three People are all in it.

The number of people dropped by more than half at once, and the pressure on the remaining people suddenly increased again, and the surrounding undead creatures surged up like a tide.

The rest of the people tried their best, and the rays of magic weapons of all colors merged into one piece, barely resisting the surrounding attacks, but they were also in danger and could be broken at any time.

The three of Shui Fengyue were also injured at this moment, and the three of them looked at each other, showing a little retreat in their eyes.

After all, although the phantom beasts here can't really kill people, the injuries they suffer are not fake at all.

However, the three of them, as great disciples of the Three Views, how could they say that they quit, not only would they lose their prestige in front of the younger brothers and sisters in their own view, but they would also be unable to hold their heads high in front of other views.

"Roar!"

At this moment, a shrill roar came from the depths of the surrounding undead army, and the attack of the undead army immediately became more violent, and the dark light of the undead drowned the three people in the three views again. (To be continued.)