New White Snake Asking Immortals

Ten fingers flicked softly, and in front of him, the slap-sized miniature version of the storm sphere was spinning.

Manipulating the Weimiao Weiqiao small sphere to remotely control the huge cyclone above the head, the surrounding sky continues to bloom with magic light, stirring up the black clouds, Bai Yu closes his eyes and does not look calm and strengthens the storm...

Suspended two feet off the ground, his long white hair fluttered in a mess, covering his pretty face.

The long Jiao tail swayed gently at will.

The colorful orbs between the horns of the dragon swayed with spiritual energy, assisting the white rain to drive the wind and rain, and the white clothes hunting.

The faint fluorescence is a touch of white under the dark sky. No matter how fierce the battle is, you don't raise your eyes. The two delicate hands jump and dance, trying to compress and enhance the power of the storm.

Xu Ling blocked the aftermath of Bai Yu's attack from the inside, and most of them were intercepted by the more stern Yang Mu. Although Mu Duo's methods were mysterious and endless, there was still a gap compared with Yang Mu. Yang Mu had more experience in fighting and killing in the fortress with Chunyang Palace.

A few more zombies are desperately approaching the storm area...

"Stop them!"

The spirit power sword is flying, and the Taiji gossip chart is shining!

With a calm face, Yang Mu assisted his fellow sect to force the zombies to retreat!

The scene was too chaotic and disorderly, a black-gray death energy attack penetrated the defense and flew towards the white rain, like the white rain that was immortalized by a fairy, and the last death energy attack swept past the side and hit the hillside, and the vegetation withered and died.

After a hundred secrets, two more gray-black death auras struck...

Bai Yu is still bowing his head, death is getting closer and closer!

Just when the gray-black death energy was about to come, it was suddenly bounced away, and a white oil-paper umbrella was slowly opened, snow-white, and the flowers on the umbrella were slowly blooming, gently turning and circling the white rain, flashing fast and slow to resist the attack, The mysterious paper umbrella shows its strength.

In fact, Bai Yu was very anxious in his heart. When he was a child, he didn't have the idea of ​​being a hero to attract firepower.

And can't stop the talent of controlling the situation, otherwise the previous achievements will be lost.

"careful!"

Mu Duo shouted, and saw a ghost-headed knife draw an arc and fly around a few Chunyang monks!

The timing was very precise. The white paper umbrella resisted the attack on the other side, and the ghost-headed knife was still moving forward. Mu Duo hurriedly threw the thin knife to block it, but he did not expect to be bounced off after being extremely powerful...

Just when the rusty ghost-headed sword was about to hit, Bai Yu slammed his tail!

When~!

The sturdy scales hit the blade with an inclined plane, and the friction between the blade and the scales brought a string of sparks that were knocked off the direction, swept past Bai Yu's side and plunged into the rock of the mountain!

Due to its enormous strength, the ghost-headed sword that plunged into the rock trembled for a long time before it became quiet.

The eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and the interference is too great to affect the display of talent.

Remembering that thunder and lightning have a repressive deterrent effect on ghosts and evil spirits, a few lightning bolts were pulled down from the sky and wandered around, and the high-level zombies fighting around had to back away.

The slaughter and fight continued until the sun went down, and the two sides were exhausted and no one could do anything, and the zombies receded.

Although the zombies have retreated, the white rain has not stopped. It is still mobilizing distant rain clouds to gather and strengthen the wind. It is busy for several days and nights, and the pressure is extremely high.

In the early morning of that night, the zombies attacked again and were blocked.

Yuan Xiu was also accustomed to the abnormality in the sky, and he could not see the blue moon without Yaxing composing poems at night.

In the direction of the high mountains in Guannei, the thunder and the gust of wind whimpered like a god, and the lightning illuminated the dark clouds at night to outline the outline, and also illuminated the constantly rotating storm sphere, and the figure on the mountain became more and more clear...

Heaven and earth are oppressive like a prison, and the extreme weather has caused the sea of ​​corpses outside Guan to be restless.

Not only the restless carrion wanted to flee, but the birds and beasts closer to the mountains whined away.

In fact, Bai Yu has tried his best to lift the storm ball into the sky, but the action is too big and it is very eye-catching. From the ground, it is a doomsday scene, and from the sky, it is another picture of the swirling sea of ​​clouds.

With the current strength to gather and compress for ten consecutive days, no matter where it breaks out, it will be a disaster.

The eighth day...

ninth day……

On the tenth day, Bai Yu felt that he could no longer compress. At this moment, the huge cyclone above his head was comparable to the most terrifying typhoon. The fingers of the miniature storm ball trembled faintly. go out.

Perhaps knowing that the manipulation of the storm could not be interrupted, the zombies simply died in the later stage.

In the early morning of the tenth day, a message was sent back to the Chunyang Palace station. Then, a certain Bai left the mountain with a miniature version of the storm ball...

The movement of the huge storm sphere attracted the attention of many people. Looking at the direction, it should be planning to bypass the fortress and exit. Everyone in the fortress breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Jiaolong for his mercy. If such a big ball exploded on the top of the fortress, it is estimated that there will be no bricks in the end. left.

Many powers on the alliance side flew into the sky to prevent zombies from blocking.

The strange thing is that the powerful zombie hidden behind still did not appear.

Very calm, Yu Rong always felt that something was wrong...

Bai Yu flicked his tail over the mountains, then turned and moved towards the funnel plain outside the fortress.

In fact, there was a lot of movement when moving, the storm ball whining, lightning and thunder~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The sky was gloomy and depressing.

It is very strange to see from the sky above the clouds. The endless black sea of ​​clouds is illuminated by lightning and disappears from time to time. The entire cloud layer slowly rotates and moves clockwise. The middle is not the eye of the wind, but a huge turbid sphere. Go straight across the mountains to the wasteland outside the customs!

On the top of the beacon tower, on the Great Wall of the mountains, countless guards and soldiers stared at the sky in a daze.

A cold, dark place deep in the rich dead air.

The dark figure at the top looked up, no face, no red eyes, no fangs, nothing, the blackness of the broken helmet was like an abyss, the shadow stood up, grabbed a long-worn spear with scratches and rust. Step by step away from the high platform made of skeletons in fear...

"Dragon? It's rare, very good."

The voice was hoarse and piercing, and it was like a whisper in the ear, and the high-level zombies who were closer were shivering on their knees.

huh~

The spear in his hand burns blood-red flames...

Customs.

Bai Yu, who was pushing the storm ball forward, frowned suddenly, looked towards the north with a dignified expression, and looked at the many high-level monks around him who were guardians. They were afraid that the majestic power contained in the storm ball would retreat far away. He has experience in making mistakes, for fear that a certain Jiao who controls the storm ball will make a tragic accident.

Think about it.

Suddenly, a burst of water mist covered Bai Yu's figure, and soon reappeared.

The storm ball has left the fortress far enough away. The rage of the vast world is so overwhelming that the sea of ​​corpses is restless. It is too crowded to move. Covering the sky, lightning flashes frequently to purify the dead air...

Feeling that it was almost done, the little hand pressed the miniature version of the storm ball down!

In the distance, a dark figure walked out from the thick dead aura, with a broken spear in his hand burning with blood-red flames...