New White Snake Asking Immortals

The wind blew the wooden windows, and blew the rice paper on the table all over the house.

A man in his 30s with a beard and elegant entered the house, hurriedly shut the doors and windows and picked up the paper. He heard the wind roaring and whining and the strange sound of the window paper being shattered, and the crisp sound of tiles falling, whether it hurt anyone.

In the face of such bad weather, life and death are as thin as paper.

Yuan Xiu patted the dust off his head, and dust was raised in the room.

"Cough cough..."

Yuan Xiu didn't dare to use his real name in the fortress, and he was also very helpless when his ancestors offended Jiaolong and owed Karma.

Although he has no power to tie the chicken, he has a grudge with the world's most powerful beast, the demon emperor, and it may be said that others will not believe it, and things in the world are often so miraculous.

The ink in the inkstone has dried up, and the clear water in the copper basin has turned into muddy water, which cannot be used.

The wind was whimpering outside the house.

While watching on the city wall, Yang Xiu had seen the gray dead aura above the head of the corpse tide, which blocked the sky and blocked the sun. It was said that his body was strong and could resist the filth. , very wicked.

But there was a storm on the side of the fortress, and I heard that it was the Flood Dragon.

A few days ago, there was a lot of rumors about the siege of the dragon and the devil in the capital. Many people witnessed the huge dragon's power, and the battle with the devil shook the mountains without light.

The thought of his ancestors offending such a terrifying beast made Yang Xiu's head hurt.

"After five or six days of scraping, I don't know what the dragon is doing."

I heard the sound of grey tiles sliding down and rubbing, and then someone made an "ah" sound, scolding and walking away.

It's windy outside, and I don't want to go anywhere. When I pick up my brush, I want to write a poem. When I look at the dry and dusty inkstone, it's tasteless. I don't realize it. Eating white rice made by an elderly loving mother...

Going north for a few months, I don't know what year I will return.

Suddenly I heard the book boy eagerly greeting outside the window.

"Sir! Come out and take a look, sir! God... the Lord God is angry!"

Yuan Xiu regained his senses, and found that there was no gust of wind and no whimper outside the window. He pushed open the door out of curiosity, and couldn't help looking at a certain mountain in Guan.

"This... the ancestors are confused!"

Screams full of helplessness.

The gods didn't see it, but I saw a huge ball in the sky. Yes, it was an incomparably huge ball. It was huge. Yuan Xiu couldn't find the right words to describe it. The surface was covered with yellow, black and white like flowing water, as if stirring. Uneven colored candy, constantly rotating.

The yellow is the dust blowing from the sky, the black is the gathering ink cloud, and the white is the water vapor.

The surrounding is still like a cloud of ink lead that is attracted by the airflow and converges there.

The wind on the ground stopped, but the sky was still moving.

The naked eye could vaguely see a small white spot with white fluorescent light under the huge sphere. He knew that it was the terrifying Jiaolong whose ancestors had offended. Looking at the sphere that was formed by the gathering of strong winds, he thought about the courage of his ancestors. It's hard not to complain.

The vision in the sky attracted the attention of the zombies, and soon, groups of high-level zombies rushed to the fortress!

As in the past, another battle broke out!

There are a lot of them, most of the zombies are equivalent to the cultivation of human monks in the spiritual transformation stage, and a small amount of the Mahayana stage, wrapped in a ferocious suffocation, rushed towards the abnormal weather and wanted to interrupt the casting!

The light curtain rises in the fortress, and the huge defensive array arranged by Chunyang flickers and operates with full force!

Countless dots of light fly into the sky to fight against zombies!

Yuan Xiu and the others looked up at the splendid light that was constantly blooming in the sky. The army defended itself with the formation method. The elders of Chunyang Palace and the senior disciples were busy manipulating the formation. .

The Purple Void Sword Formation, the Golden Buddha of Western Teaching, Jiuli Witchcraft are strange and unpredictable, and some scattered cultivation magic weapons are shining brightly!

The battlefield is very widely spread, and there are not many people above the fortress.

On the top of the mountain, Bai Yujun slowly rises and falls two feet above the ground, her thin legs are straight, her toes point down, and she doesn't even look at the surrounding battle groups, taking care of themselves to compress the storm...

"Xiao Bai! We are here!"

Yang Mu and Xu Ling supported her on both sides. The once lazy Xu Ling used her swordsmanship to resist the aftermath of the surrounding spells, for fear that those spells would keep compressing the storm sphere and busy intercepting.

Soon, Mu Duo, who was carried by the butterfly, also came to help.

Although the real decisive battle has not yet started, every battle is extremely dangerous, and someone may fall at any time. Human magic weapons, elixir, and talismans are emerging in an endless stream. Although zombies can’t use magic, they can only fight in melee, but they are fierce and fearless, and they are not afraid of death. Within the rules, either live or die.

High-level zombies look more like humans, except that they have gray skin, fangs, fangs and red eyes.

The moves are simple and violent, just rush to get close to the opponent, once close, the human race cultivator will not be spared.

This was also the first time when a certain Bai faced a zombie and encountered a daring zombie approaching.

The real people of Chunyang cooperated with each other to form a large formation, fighting with group strength, and Western religions also had their own methods.

The most outstanding are the black and white tribal wizards of Jiuli in the Southern Wilderness. Poisonous insects emerge in an endless stream. The specially strengthened Jiuli warriors can compete with zombies.

The sky shone with light from time to time and a figure fell...

In the air, there are elders of the pure Yang Lingxu lineage circling and wandering. When they encounter a human being injured, they step forward to help them. When a zombie falls, they directly attack with Yujian while the other party is injured.

Top Chunyang masters such as Yu Rong and Qi Yun did not move, and several old monks from the Western teaching did not show up either.

Jiuli is only a few masters to fight, and more is to prevent the other high-level zombies on the opposite side.

The sky~www.wuxiamtl.com~ A strong zombie in armor suddenly sprouts buds all over his body, and his whole body is colorful and blooming, attracting butterflies to linger...

"Roar!"

The completely colorful zombies roared, roaring and rushing towards Mu Duo!

Mu Duo was calm and calm, and pulled out the slender Jiuli knife to face the zombies.

Fighting with swordsmanship, skillful and fierce.

Compared with a certain slashing and slashing with a knife, the martial arts of the saintess of Yunyao Ancient Village are more agile like the dance of Jiuli.

Mu Duo and Yang Mu Xuling kept intercepting the zombies who wanted to get close to the storm sphere. However, the sphere was too big and manpower was sometimes poor. The zombie who was fighting with Mu Duo suddenly attacked and was injured. The tattered weapon is thrown at the sphere that is constantly rotating at high speed...

The timing was tricky and could not be stopped, Mu Duo slashed a knife in the face of the zombie with a cold face!

The black toxin spreads quickly!

Zombie didn't care and sneered at Mu Duo's mistake.

"You failed~ hehe~"

The voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if the throat had dried out without drinking water for more than a month, the toxins on the face fiercely attacked the brain, and then the Jiuli fine knife in Mu Duo's hand penetrated the spine.

Turning his head and looking at the huge sphere, it was still spinning rapidly without any accident.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly under the veil.

"You don't understand, it's not a spell, it's just a storm."

The green grass grows wildly, withering and sprouting, the gray face is covered with flowers, and in the end, it can't support the injury and fall unwillingly...

On the top of the mountain, Bai Yujun's slender jade hand has a small sphere that is the same as the sky sphere above his head. In front of him, there are dark clouds that continue to gather around the sphere, and the slender fingers of the small hand continue to connect points around the small sphere.

It is clearly to manipulate the real thing through the virtual storm sphere in his hand...

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