Chapter 285: Ningshui Bao Fan

Qingzhengzhihua’s defense is certainly strong, but the opponent who attacked her is too strong, and the thing that worries Lou Yi the most has happened. The other party has seen through her own identity. This blue and white is the magic technique that she turned in at the beginning. To put it bluntly, only Hao Only disciples of Xue Zong can practice.
Who is Song Xuanwen? He is the real power of the Song family, and even said that he has more say than Song Chengji. It is conceivable that he may not know about Qinghua. Besides, the Song family itself is a wood spirit, and for Qinghua It is even more determined.
It's just that he finally gave the blue and white secret pattern to Xue Wangqing. The pavilion master Xue, who is addicted to his life, has disclosed the blue and white secret pattern to the public. At least the other party has begun to doubt himself now.
"We must not let him go..." This is Lou Yi's current thinking.
However, the reality is cruel, they can't help each other, how can they keep him down, Lou Yi fell into deep helplessness...
Song Xuanwen's spiritual knowledge has always been on him, but after he succeeded, Zhao Hongwenguo has already come to Lou Yi's side, and if he wants to make a move, there is no good chance.
"Dry Rain Brothel!..."
Above the sky, the remaining water droplets began to converge, and even the remaining water lotus flowers gathered together. An astonishing water vapor began to diffuse. Lou Yi felt unusual energy fluctuations around him and couldn’t help but look at him. Fan in hand.
Where did this Ningshui Treasure Fan come from? It could create a phantom array, and it was definitely not an ordinary phantom array, because Lou Yi felt the endless murderous intent in this drizzle.
Bai Ye and Mrs. Hong Guo guarded the building B's right and left. At this time, the two of them looked very solemn, because everything around them began to blur, and they were covered with drizzle. The rain was very cold and contained no meaning. Vulgar aura fluctuations.
Above the sky, there is a pavilion looming. This pavilion in the sky is very peculiar, like dreams and illusions, such as true and false, saying that it does not exist, but it can be seen by the naked eye, but it can be perceived by perception, saying it exists, but it cannot be locked. Fade from time to time.
The drizzle was constantly falling from where it was. Building B stretched out and saw a few water lotus blooms in the courtyard in the pavilion.
Everything seemed to be the same as Song Xuanwen's previous spells, but this time they were combined, and the humming sounded loudly, and the three of them were all over at the same time, because at the moment the terrible murderous intent had locked them at the same time.
Lou Yi stretched out his palm, feeling the energy fluctuations in the rain, and perceiving the power of the surrounding water. This is the breath radiated by the treasure fan, not Song Xuanwen's own ability.
This fan must have a great background. I am afraid that it surpasses the existence of Lingbao. Lou Yi thought of a person, the ancestor of Yuanying of the Song family. This kind of treasure of magic weapon can only belong to the monks of Yuanying period, because of the pill formation. The monks of the period cannot fully exert their abilities at all.
Looking up at the looming pavilion in the sky, Lou B's eyes became deep, and he unconsciously merged into it. Every magic weapon has its own unique charm. Lou B unconsciously wants to explore This truth.
However, he is just a small cultivator at the eighth floor of the foundation building stage, and he has not even reached the linking alchemy stage. He tried to see through the mystery of the magic weapon.
Song Xuanwen seemed to have noticed this too, and he said disdainfully, "The mayfly shakes the tree and doesn't care about it..."
Lou B didn't react at all. He just looked straight at the pavilion in the sky and fell into a sluggish state. Suddenly Song Xuanwen's expression changed. He looked at the treasure fan in his hand and saw it start to vibrate, which made Song Xuanwen's face difficult to look.
At this time, Building B, who was originally here, disappeared strangely. The three of them looked up at the same time, only to find that Building B had actually appeared at the location of the pavilion at the moment, walking along the road of the pavilion.
"This is impossible!" Song Xuanwen roared.
He was about to cast his spells with his hand, and suddenly a golden light whizzed over. Zhao Hongwenguo threw the Jinling short spear in his hand. The dazzling golden light was indestructible and caused great trouble to Song Xuanwen.
However, the protection on my body was too strong. Being hit by a Jinling short gun only caused him to fly upside down in midair for more than ten feet.
Bai Ye seemed to be aware of the seriousness of the problem. Once Song Xuanwen used the treasure fan again, it was likely to cause a devastating blow to the immersive Lou Yi.
He grabbed his body and rushed forward, and the Feng Lingyuan around his body unfolded unrestrainedly for the first time. The light gun in his hand was constantly changing, and the stream of guns formed by the gusts of wind whizzed towards Song Xuanwen.
He couldn't hold on to this kind of reckless attack for too long, but he had no choice but to do it like this. The two had a tacit understanding and put Song Xuanwen in the middle, making him very angry.
In fact, Song Xuanwen was even more angry than he looked. The appearance of Lou Yi made the Condensing Water Fan in his hand useless. Otherwise, how could he be his opponent only by the attacks of the two of them.
Song Xuanwen shook his hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand. This sword was green in its entirety. It seemed to be made of some kind of spiritual material. It contained infinite vitality. For the first time, Song Xuwen's body was enveloped by the fluctuation of the spirit.
At this time, the blood clouds in the distance were already close to their position, and many shadows could be seen on the ground. Their speed was extremely fast, whizzing towards this side.
Above the sky, there are many figures of monks, a figure that looks a little young, with blood in his eyes, looking straight to this side. If Lou Yi sees it, he will be very surprised, because that is the first one. People are not others, but his big Loushan.
It’s just that his current cultivation is no longer in the early stage of alchemy formation, it is already in the middle stage of alchemy formation. In just a few days, he has made breakthroughs again. What terrifying technique is it that can make his cultivation level so fast? .
And beside him, there are two people standing, and these two people also know Lou B, one is Qiangui, the other is Yoshikawa. Behind these people, standing densely crowded with strange blood shadows, in fact one is very eye-catching. .
He is very tall, and his whole body exudes a burst of blood, but this person is not wise, looks more like a walking dead, he is wearing a torn animal skin clothes, if Lou Yi is there, he can also Recognizing him, this person is his second brother Lin Xiong.
His second elder brother, there has been no news since Fenggu went out. He didn’t expect to appear on the blood cloud at this moment, and he was still with Qian Gui and the others. It’s just looking at what he looks like now. It's weird and terrible...
At this moment, Lou Yi is in the half-empty pavilion, but there is another scene in front of him. Everything here is made of water aura, Lou Yi is in it, and he feels the desire for water spiritual veins in his body. .
It seemed to be longing for something, making Lou Yi puzzled. The surrounding scenery was not real, like a dream, hidden behind the water curtain, he took a few steps forward, trying to see their essence.
However, no matter whether he moves forward or backward, the attic is always so far away. The lotus pond in the courtyard continuously emits vigorous water aura, the lotus is shining, and the lotus heart sends energy fluctuations from time to time.
Everything around him was in a very strange balance. He looked down at his feet. The pavement made of water was covered with large and small pebbles, and these pebbles were also composed of water droplets.
Pavilions and towers made of water, trees and flowers made of water, lotus ponds made of water, small bridges and flowing water made of water, strange rocks and strange rain made of water, everything is made of water, Lou Yi thought of Qian Fanghua’s A drunk Fanghua thought of the Immortal Remains in Feng Yu's mouth.
"Could it be here too..." he muttered to himself, but he didn't dare to confirm, because everything in front of him was so incredible that it made him suspect that it was just an illusion.
But being able to do all this so realistically, and the surrounding water fluctuations are so real, he has to doubt that all of this is real.
This kind of complicated and contradictory thought has never stopped since the moment he appeared.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky. Amidst the drizzle, there were faint energy fluctuations from the sky, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't see what he wanted to see.
He began to walk aimlessly, looking at the attic close at hand, always staying away from him, no matter how hard he tried, he always kept spinning in place.
This made him think whether he was too reckless, his eyes widened suddenly, because he had made a discovery, before he was too obsessed with the pavilion itself, but forgot another thing.
The pavilion cannot be approached, why the drizzle is always by my side, and I can feel it, see it, and feel it.
His eyes were staring at the rain, the raindrops as thin as a cow's hair, constantly enlarged in its eyes, Lou Yi's body was stunned, because he found a scene of surprise.
These rainwaters are not real rainwater, but are composed of countless runes, countless dense runes, they are arranged together in an orderly manner, fall from the sky, fall to the ground, disappear and then return to the sky, cycle and cycle.
Lou Yi stretched out his palm to catch them, desperately trying to keep them in his hands, only to find that no matter how hard he tried, the rain would disappear from his fingers and return to the earth.
He seemed to have a trace of enlightenment~EbookFREE.me~ eyes slowly closed, this time what he felt was no longer a pavilion, no artificial mountain lotus pond, but a huge Fan, jade bone brocade, with incomprehensible runes carved on it.
He slowly stretched his hand forward, toward the location of the fan, and there was a terrifying energy wave in the air. Everyone looked up and saw that the sky pavilion had disappeared, and there was something more in the hand of Building B.
Song Xuanwen's expression changed drastically. He looked down at his right hand. The Ningshui treasure fan was gone. It appeared in Lou Yi's hand. Song Xuanwen released a terrifying aura all over his body and violently shook Zhao Hongwen and Bai Ye into the air.
"The condensed water fan is coming!!!" Song Xuanwen roared, and the air shook violently. His figure flashed away and appeared directly next to Lou Yi. With a wave of the sword in his hand, he slashed directly towards it. Lou Yi's body.
But at this moment, Bao Fan suddenly radiated light, forming a water curtain to block Lou Yi's body. Song Xuan was crazy. He found that his sword could no longer go deep, so he stayed three inches from Lou Yi's throat. place.
The water curtain continued to extend outward, and Song Xuanwen began to struggle desperately. He looked at Building B, who was close at hand, and shouted, "You don't deserve this thing, break it for me!"