Chapter 1185 The Pursuit of Ximen Lang
"Go, follow me to meet the enemy, I want to see how they capture this stronghold."
Song Wei turned cold and flew out.
A huge white light curtain covers a radius of hundreds of miles. There is a white lotus pattern on the surface of the white light curtain. A large number of white snowflakes are constantly falling from the sky, and the temperature is frighteningly low.
Han Changming, Han Debiao, Hong Yusen, Hong Yuwen and a burly man in silver shirt attacked the white light curtain.
The body of the big man in the silver shirt was surrounded by countless silver arcs, exuding a terrifying spiritual pressure.
Hong Yilong, cultivator of Lei Lingen, in the middle stage of Void Refinement.
The three Lianxu members of the Hong family joined forces and were unable to capture this stronghold. They never expected that Han Changming and Han Debiao would soon capture the Qianxin vein and come to support them.
If the Han family wants to permanently occupy the Qianxin ore vein, they must destroy the Feiyue Gate, otherwise they will at most mine some Qianxin ore.
Gan Xinyu can't be said to be very precious. In comparison, the belongings of a cultivator of Lianxu are even more precious.
They killed Zhou Yanghong, and obtained three pieces of dharma materials, fifty-five pieces of top-grade spirit stones, twelve pieces of heaven-reaching spirit treasures, some treasures that were on the top list of star field soldiers, and some alchemy materials.
I don't know how much dry Xinyu can be bought for these things, and the raw ore that is mined has to be refined and sold, which takes a long time.
Han Changming urged the golden eyes and true pupils to find the weak point of the formation, and they attacked the weak point of the formation together.
There was a rumbling explosion, and the dazzling aura flooded half of the white light curtain, which shook slightly.
A huge thundercloud floated high in the sky, thunder and lightning flashed, and one after another thick silver lightning could be seen striking down and landing on the white light curtain, which shook slightly,
With a pinch of Hong Yusen's method, countless blue vines grew out of the ground, like long blue whips, hitting the white light curtain, and there was a muffled sound.
Above Hong Yuwen's head was a phantom image of a Confucian scholar, holding a jade pen in his right hand, two tenths of his Dharma condensed.
Confucian scholar Xu Ying's right hand gestured in the void, and a giant blue crane appeared. The wings of the giant blue crane flapped lightly, and a large cloud of blue wind blades burst out, hitting the white light curtain.
Confucian scholar Xuying gestured with the jade pen in his hand, and the pen flew away, and a red giant falcon appeared, opened its mouth and sprayed out a stream of red flames, heading straight for the white light curtain.
Five Void Refining cultivators attacked the formation, the ground shook violently, and the white light curtain rippled and twisted and deformed.
At this time, Song Wei also rushed out.
Seeing Han Changming and five people attacking the formation, Song Wei's face darkened, and she quickly took out a flashing white array, and punched in one after another. Fajue.
The cold wind was blowing, and countless white snowflakes were blown to one place by the strong wind, condensing into three huge white icemen with blurred facial features, as if carved from a huge block of ice.
The formation of this stronghold is not a purely defensive formation, but an incidental attack, using the terrain to set up an formation. If it weren't for this, the three of Hong Yusen would have captured this stronghold a long time ago.
"I'll come and live with them! You can break through the formation with peace of mind and speed up. The longer the delay, the reinforcements from Feiyuemen may arrive."
After Hong Yuwen finished speaking, he urged the Dharma Prime Minister to attack the three white icemen.
Qinghe's wings flapped lightly, releasing a large piece of blue wind blade, hitting the white ice man's body, and there was a muffled "clang clang" sound, and there were shallow cut marks on the white ice man's surface, but Soon, after a gust of white cold air emerged from the surface of the white ice man, the cut marks disappeared.
With a flick of Hong Yuwen's sleeve, a book with glittering silver light flew out, and a magic formula was inserted into it. When the silver book was opened, a large number of silver characters could be seen.
He entered several spells, and the silver characters were all brightly lit. Countless silver characters gushed out and broke away from the pages of the book. Go straight to the opposite side.
There was a muffled sound, and the silver spear pierced through the bodies of the three white icemen, turning into countless white ice cubes and scattered on the ground. Walk towards them.
As long as the formation is not broken, the white iceman cannot be killed and will continue to live.
Blown by the gust of wind, the white snowflakes turned into two-foot-long white ice swords, hitting Han Changming and the others from all directions.
As soon as the white ice sword approached them for more than a hundred feet, the dense cyan vines smashed them to pieces.
While manipulating the formation, Song Wei urged the phases to attack Han Changming and the other five.
The other Feiyuemen disciples either displayed supernatural powers or manipulated treasures to attack Han Changming and the other five.
As a result, Hong Yusen and Hong Yuwen had to free up their hands to resist, and Han Changming and the three broke the formation.
This is also the reason why they couldn't break the formation. Hong Yusen had brought more than a dozen Huashen people to help, but they were all killed by Feiyuemen disciples.
With this level of fighting skills, the cultivator of Huashen couldn't help much.
"Fellow Daoist Han, don't hold back, let's make a quick decision."
Hong Yilong urged, and with a pinch of the formula, there was an ear-piercing sound of thunder from high above, and a thick thunder pillar with a diameter of thirty feet fell from the sky and struck the white light curtain.
With a loud rumbling noise, the white light curtain shook violently, and the powerful air wave shattered a large number of white snowflakes.
Han Changming pinched the magic formula, and Jin Yanfeng lit up with a dazzling golden light, and a large golden flame gushed out, hitting the white light curtain.
A yellow sand dragon shook its head and tail, and rushed towards the white light curtain.
The Golden Flood Dragon Slaying Ax in Han Debiao's hand burst into dazzling golden light and cut towards the white light curtain. At the same time, the phantom figure above his head moved his arms, accompanied by a piercing sound of piercing the air, dense black fist shadows flew out, like Like a turbulent black river, rushing towards the white light curtain.
After a loud noise that shook the sky and the earth, the white light curtain flickered like a bubble, and suddenly shattered.
"impossible!"
Song Wei exclaimed, her face full of incredulity, they repelled the enemy's attacks several times with this formation.
The Hong family attacked this stronghold again, not to mention adjusting the direction of attack, and with the help of Han Changming and Han Debiao, Song Wei thought that she could wait until the reinforcements arrived, who would have thought that the formation would be destroyed so quickly.
Could it be that the enemy has a Tier 6 formation master? Suddenly found the weak point of the formation? Or was it a tentative attack before the other party detected the weak point of the formation?
As soon as the formation was broken, thousands of thick silver lightning bolts struck down, heading straight for Song Wei and the others.
A burst of screams sounded, and dozens of Feiyuemen disciples were struck by the silver lightning, and they were wiped out with nothing left.
Song Wei sacrificed a round bead that shone with white light, and after flying around her, it turned into a thick white light curtain, covering Song Wei's whole body.
Dense silver lightning struck the white light curtain, and there was a muffled sound, and the aura of the white light curtain was slightly dimmed.
A huge yellow sand dragon rushed towards Song Wei in an instant.
Song Wei made a pinch, and the phantom of the woman above her head shot out a white light, which hit the yellow sand dragon. The yellow sand dragon immediately froze, and the ice spread rapidly, turning the yellow sand dragon into a white ice dragon.
The white ice dragon fell to the ground and was shattered. Countless yellow gravel rolled out. After all the yellow gravel was illuminated, it turned into a burly yellow giant. With a movement of both fists, it smashed towards Song Wei.
The woman's phantom drew her arms towards the void, and a white halo swept out, covering the yellow giant.
The body of the yellow giant froze quickly, motionless.
A three-color fire python with a thick waist rushed forward, exuding astonishingly high temperatures, and the ice layer on the yellow giant's body quickly melted.
Song Wei hastily sacrificed a small mirror with flashing white light, and entered a spell. The surface of the small white mirror suddenly brightened, and a white glow shot out, covering the yellow giant and the three-color fire python.
Their bodies froze quickly and turned into ice sculptures.
There was a piercing thunderclap from high in the sky, and a thick pillar of thunder with a diameter of more than 30 feet fell from the sky, smashed on the white light curtain, and drowned Song Wei's figure. .
Heavy stick shadows descended from the sky, like majestic mountains, submerged in the white light curtain, and a miserable woman's cry came out. Song Wei flew upside down, spitting out a big mouthful of blood, her face was pale, and a shield of shining white light was blocking her body Before, if the white shield hadn't blocked a lot of damage, she would have died.
The Feiyue Sect disciples realized something was wrong and wanted to escape, but the ground produced a strong suction force, and their bodies fell towards the ground uncontrollably.
Dense cyan vines broke through the ground and turned into cyan steel whips, slapping these Feiyue Sect disciples, and also split thick silver lightning bolts from the sky.
There were screams one after another, and all the disciples of the Feiyue Sect were killed. As soon as the Nascent Soul was separated from the body, it was struck by silver lightning and wiped out.
Song Wei felt bad, and her body surface radiated white light. At this moment, the void above her head fluctuated, and a big yellow hand appeared, and it slapped Song Wei's Tianling Gai like lightning.
Song Wei's body glowed brightly, covering the big yellow hand. The big yellow hand froze quickly, and the falling speed stagnated. The ice cone flew out, crushing the big yellow hand.
There was another thunderclap, and a huge silver thunderbolt descended from the sky, striking Song Wei.
Song Wei was so frightened that she wanted to avoid it, but her body weighed ten thousand catties, so she couldn't avoid it at all, so she could only force it.
She opened her mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, and sank into the white flag, which burst into dazzling white light, turning into a white tornado, and went up to it.
Rumbling explosions sounded, the white tornado smashed the silver thunder column, and the powerful air wave shattered the ground in a radius of more than ten miles. The buildings collapsed, the vegetation turned into sawdust, and the earth and rocks collapsed.
A golden giant ax descended from the sky, smashing the white tornado into pieces, and the white tornado turned into a white flag and flew upside down. Seeing that Song Wei was about to be cut in half by the golden giant axe, a big bloody hand appeared out of thin air, holding Hold the golden giant axe.
"Five cultivators attacking our Feiyuemen stronghold, they really think highly of us."
A cold male voice sounded.
As soon as the words were finished, three men and one woman flew over from a distance. The leader was a burly man in black shirt, with a square face and big eyes, and his skin was bronze-colored. .
"Ximen Lang!"
Hong Yusen's expression froze and he exclaimed.
Ximen Lang is a well-known virtual master in the Xuesha Sect, and he actually did it himself.
Except for Ximen Lang, the weakest of the other three also have the cultivation base of the mid-stage of Void Refinement, and their strength is strong.
Ximenlang was ordered to support Feiyuemen. He was mainly responsible for solving Han Changming and severely injuring Zhao's family. No matter how many Xuxu cultivators he killed, he couldn't compare to killing Han Changming. Who made Han Changming able to refine the top-grade elixir.
"Fellow Daoist Ximen, you came just in time. They led a team to attack our Feiyuemen stronghold."
Song Wei was overjoyed when she saw Ximen Lang.
"Sun Daoyou, leave it to you, no one will stay."
Ximen Lang said coldly, an astonishing evil spirit rushed out of him, the temperature in the vicinity dropped rapidly, and the three Xuxu cultivators couldn't help shivering, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
I don't know if it's an illusion, but Han Changming always felt that Ximen Lang was staring at him, and he felt a little hairy, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.
"Scatter and escape, whether you can escape depends on your luck."
Hong Yusen said via voice transmission, when the formula was pinched, the ground shook violently, and countless cyan vines grew, slapping Ximen Lang and the others.
At the same time, countless yellow light spots gushed out from the void, turning into a huge yellow boulder and falling towards the ground.
A deafening thunder sounded from the sky, and thousands of thick silver lightning bolts struck down from the sky, heading straight for Ximen Lang and the others.
Ximen Lang and the others cast spells to resist, the roaring sound continued, and the air waves billowed.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the five of Han Changming turned into five rays of light and flew towards different places.
Among the five of them, three were in the early stage of virtual refining, two were in the middle stage of virtual refining, and the enemy was four in the middle stage of virtual refining and one in the late stage of virtual refining. They were not opponents at all and could only run away.
Who knows if there will be reinforcements in the future? Let's run first.
After a while, the smoke dissipated.
The five people from Ximenlang were safe and sound, they dispersed tacitly and chased the five people from Han Changming.
Ximen Lang turned into a black ray of light and chased after Han Changming. His cultivation base was higher than Han Changming's and his escaping speed was faster.
A large number of yellow light spots gushed out from the void, turning into yellow boulders and smashing towards Ximenlang.
With a flick of Ximen Lang's sleeve, a round wheel with black light flickering flew out, defeating the oncoming yellow boulder, and his right hand patted lightly towards the void.
There was a ripple above Han Changming's head, and a big black hand emerged out of thin air, hitting Han Changming like lightning.
Han Changming's body exploded and turned into a cloud of yellow gravel. When a gust of wind blew by, the yellow gravel turned into hundreds of balls and flew in different directions.
Qianyang Xiaoyuan Technique!
Ximen Lang's consciousness was wide open, but he couldn't find any abnormality, and there was an expression of interest on his face.
"Hmph, I want to see how far you can run."
Ximen Lang snorted coldly, shook his sleeve, and a black light flew out. It was a huge black butterfly. Judging by its aura, it was a sixth-order low-grade spirit insect.
Not long after, hundreds of balls of yellow gravel disappeared into the sky, and the black butterfly flew to the place where Han Changming had been staying. After turning around, it flew towards the southeast, and Ximen Lang chased after it.