Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The person behind him grabbed his shoulder and said, Wu Xingxue...

The voice was very low, and it rang in the ear, obviously a warning, but with a hint of helplessness.

Wu Xingxue turned his head and saw Xiao Fuxuan's sharp eyebrows narrowed slightly when he lowered his head. Suddenly, I felt that it was fortunate that this immortal Tiansu didn't come to the world often, otherwise, just relying on this face, even if I didn't like to talk, I would be able to deceive many girls.

He suddenly thought about it and asked, Did I say something wrong?

Xiao Fuxuan raised his eyelids.

Wu Xingxue said again: My body is a demon, I can lead those things on a pilgrimage in Hua's house, I thought, it shouldn't be so easy to be possessed, anyway, it is the body of a big demon, as for the dreamless pill, It's not easy to come by, if you can save one, it's one, what do you think, Shangxian?

...

Shang Xian didn't notice anything.

Xiao Fuxuan glanced at his open and closed lips, and stood up straight away, probably having nothing to say.

As a result, Wu Xingxue added in a low voice, Also, you scared the little disciples.

Xiao Fuxuan: ?

It's hard to describe the expression on Tiansu Shangxian's expression when he heard this nonsense, anyway Wu Xingxue smiled...

But the little disciple of Xianmen was going crazy.

Originally it was just I am, but Shang gave him some leeway. As a result, Xiao Fuxuan said Wu Xingxue and sent him away directly.

When the younger disciple heard these three words, he only felt that his scalp was bursting, five thunders struck his head, and his soul flew out of the sky.

Fortunately, there was a doctor Wusheng who couldn't stand beside him.

Since Xiao Fuxuan used his sword against his body and told him to swallow it back, Mr. Xian had learned some very familiar rhetoric. I usually remind myself in my heart that I just use it to comfort others at this moment.

He supported the younger disciple and repeated the nonsense of how the great devil suffered damage in the northern Canglang region, and was taken on by an innocent soul.

The little disciple was half-believing it.

He was about to ask a person like Wu Xingxue, how could he let a mortal man get on his back? A pop was heard.

The sound shook Changgu and shocked everyone to look at him.

I saw that the silent waste Immortal Terrace was suddenly full of cracks, as if the thing under it had been accumulating power for a long time, and finally broke out with a heavy blow.

The black evil energy escaped from the cracks, and several immortal disciples shivered suddenly, goosebumps all over their bodies uncontrollably.

Gao E and the others on the ground trembled, and the broken bones made a clicking sound in the shaking.

The round room cooled down instantly, and everyone fell into an ice cellar.

Where's the array? Why does the array seem to be... moving? The little disciple murmured, subconsciously looking at the thirty-three statues.

It was only at this moment that he suddenly realized that the round room had become silent for some time, and the vague I'm just a cloud that Mingwu Huaxin had disappeared.

The layer after layer of the constant pressure just now seemed to have exhausted the last bit of immortal power of this giant formation.

The light of the giant formation on the ground slowly dimmed, and the flowing and interlaced formations disappeared.

Then, the sound of cracking sounded one after another.

The younger disciples suddenly looked at the Waste Immortal Terrace, thinking that it was the first to crack.

Immediately afterwards, they realized that the sound did not come from Abandoned Immortal Terrace, but... a deity.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that huge cracks began to appear on the statues.

Wu Xingxue took a quick glance and found that the cracks all started with the altar for printing, and quickly spread upward to the top of the head.

boom -

The first statue crumbled and collapsed.

boom -

Second seat.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth...

The collapse of such a tall statue alone will shake the earth, let alone so many.

For a time, the circular room was filled with dust and smoke, and rocks splashed. If it wasn't for Xiao Fuxuan's sword and shadow, everyone would have been buried alive in the gravel.

In the blink of an eye, the thirty-three statues collapsed and not much was left.

Wu Xingxue looked through the dust mist and saw that there were only four statues left standing, and the four statues were also full of cracks, but they were only able to maintain.

No more, no less, just happened to be four... He muttered.

The fog is too heavy at the moment to see clearly. But he guessed that the four statues should be two men and two women.

Sure enough, the younger disciple of the Immortal Sect in front had already called out, reading the names of the remaining idols, and saying, Two male immortals, two female immortals.

Wu Xingxue and Gao'e took a look at the four and finally understood why those people were called by point.

Each of the statues of children and virgins in the tomb corresponds to the thirty-three statues. One statue of a boy provides a statue of god, and it is used to maintain the operation of the giant formation.

The statue does not fall for a day, the giant formation does not stop for a day, and the cloud under the Abandoned Immortal Terrace will not be at peace for a day.

So Yun Hai called those people.

Innocent mortals were brutally murdered and sealed in the statue of a boy and a virgin, and there must be a lot of resentment. Those grievances, through offering seals, provided these thirty-three statues...

When immortals are infected with slaughter and evil resentment, how long can immortal power last?

What's more, these thirty-three are originally waste immortals, and the immortal power on the statue is probably also left by Huaxin at the beginning. Every time it is suppressed, it consumes a little bit, and if evil grievances erode it, it will collapse sooner or later.

The voice just now, I'm just terrified, is probably the last pressure.

The reason why there are still four statues that have not collapsed is because

Gao E and the others were entrusted with dreams and came out of the statue of a virgin and a virgin, and there were fewer evil resentments for the statue.

When I heard Gao E say that there is a fairy to dream of, everyone thought that the fairy must not be a good thing.

Now that I think about it, Na Tuo Meng said that they were unbroken by the fate of the world, and the one who said that the defective immortal energy here should be a true immortal, and he wanted to try his best to restore this giant formation that was about to collapse.

Wu Xingxue thought for a while, and felt that the immortal who entrusted the dream should be Mingwu Huaxin.

Everyone was about to speak, but the situation did not allow them to ask again—

The four remaining statues were simply not enough to support the great formation. After the statue collapsed, the ruined Immortal Terrace exploded abruptly and shattered to the ground.

The ground suddenly opened a deep hole, and no one could see who was lying in the hole. I saw that the evil energy was as thick as ink, entangled, and continuously released.

They are like a group of horned snakes, with countless snake heads stretched out, their huge mouths and fangs slowly stretched out—

Be careful--

Doctor Wusheng shouted.

But it was still a little late. Those little disciples were not cultivating enough. They were trapped by the wicked aura, and they walked out of the guarded sword shadow like a walking corpse.

The next moment, the evil spirit like a group of pythons suddenly struck!

Ahhh!

Hearing a few screams, the little disciples were entangled in black evil energy.

They rushed out their swords in a panic, and dozens of bright white flying swords shot out from the black air, but they hit the air, and it was useless.

Perhaps the person lying in the deep cave was too hungry, and the evil energy engulfed three living people, so they were sent to the cave.

At the moment of the thunder, he saw Xiao Fuxuan's long sword suddenly come out from his waist, the hilt turned between his fingers, and the golden light on the blade drew a huge sword flower in the air.

He put his five fingers on the silver handle and pressed coldly——

Sword Intent came from the mountain and tsunami, and the cold blade stretched dozens of feet wildly, and smashed it down with a thousand strength.

That sword has the potential to divide the sea.

The overwhelming evil energy was cut into two, and it was suddenly loosened, and the few disciples fell to the ground.

They hurriedly grabbed their swords, and when they heard a cold go, they felt a golden light swept over, and even the swordsmen swept them back into the sword shadow of Huanhu.

They turned their heads sharply, only to see that the evil energy soaring to the sky gathered again, almost filling the entire tomb, and that day, Su Shangxian coldly held his sword and drowned in the boundless blackness.

!!! Everyone's face turned pale, and they subconsciously exclaimed.

However, in the next moment, I saw countless golden lights with sword chants, stabbing straight out of the evil energy that could not be seen.

Like the sun shining through the clouds.

The word-free sword stabbed straight upward, and after piercing the evil energy, the sword tip turned and smashed downwards—

The moment it wedged into the ground, the sparks splashed but it was wrapped in cold wind, snow and mist, and all the evil qi was swept away under the interlaced extreme cold and extreme heat.

Wu Xingxue saw Xiao Fuxuan holding the hilt of the sword, half kneeling in front of the deep cave.

He passed through the guarded sword shadow, and walked over, ignoring the obstruction of the other little disciples.

The black evil spirit dissipated, revealing the person lying in the deep cave.

Really cloudy.

He looks very similar to the god statue, and it can be seen that the person who dropped the god statue in the tomb is very familiar with his appearance.

The god is stone, with a grayish-white color, but he is more dead than that grayish-white. If you add some vigor and blood, you should be a very handsome person.

But at this time, he had long hair scattered, tangled vines entangled in his body, and his robes were as dark as ink as the evil spirits swarming around him, and he couldn't tell that he once lived in Xiandu.

The vines climbed all the way to his neck, and one of them stretched out long, with a huge but withered flower on the branch, which just covered half of his face.

Wu Xingxue reached out to poke the flower, but was grabbed by Xiao Fuxuan.

But the wind from the action still made the flower tremble a few times...

During the shaking, half of Yun Hao's blocked face was faintly revealed.

Wu Xingxue frowned.

If it is said that the other half of the face is handsome and delicate and indeed has the appearance of a fairy, then this half of the face is a bit terrifying - it is covered with scars and looks like a ghost.

I don't know why he did this.

I don't even know what happened when Hua Xin came to the Valley of Compassion with his sword and saw such an apprentice.

Xiao Fuxuan's sword suddenly moved, pulled out from the stone and came straight back.

Under the shock of the sword intent, everyone present heard a sound, like a clear bell ringing through the deep valley. With just one sound, the little disciples of Xianmen squatted down with their heads covered.

What sound is this?! They were very close, but they couldn't hear each other's voices, and were almost shouting.

It was Yi Wusheng who tapped each other on their foreheads and then eased a little.

He looked at Xiao Fuxuan's trembling immortal sword and said, That should be... an interrogation.

Legend has it that when Xiao Fuxuan, the immortal of Tiansu, delivered his punishment, he would call the spirit on behalf of Tian and question the demons, why he came here.

As a result, everyone saw hundreds of years ago in the turbulent sword sounds and the scattered black mist.