Chapter 215: Siege

"Ok?"
Wen Xuan's look changed, his eyes narrowed, and he looked in the direction of the black cloud.
When Su Zimo saw such a cloud, he suddenly frowned, and felt a familiar feeling in his heart.
This black cloud is moving very fast, flashing weird red light, but not like a cloud, but like ...
"Mine cave, blood-eyed crow!"
The so-called black cloud is actually a rush of crows.
The flashing red light is the eyes of the crow!
Su Zimo remembered the battle outside Linfeng City, and Shen said, "Be careful, you are the people in the spiritual mine outside Linfeng City!"
"Here comes the revenge, Momon?"
Wen Xuan narrowed his eyes and surging.
In the minds of all the people in Lifeng, they thought that the tragedy in Linfeng City was done by the people in the magic gate.
But Su Zimo learned from Ji Fairy that there are no such vicious means and exercises in the magic gate.
At this point, Su Zimo believed in Ji fairy.
Although the Ji Fairy seems to be frivolous, she is very generous, and she has the pride of the magic gate in her bones.
She would not deny it if someone in the Demon had done it.
Su Zimo looked at the fat man and tenderness, and whispered, "If you see that the situation is wrong, run away!"
"What?" The fat man was startled.
Coldness frowned slightly.
They didn't realize the danger yet.
In the eyes of the two, there are five Jindan real people such as Wenxuan in Zongmen, as well as their top monks.
Such a powerful strength is enough to destroy some small gates, so why fear people coming.
Su Zimo didn't speak, and looked around Feng Haoyu and Elder Chen, and found a flying sword from the storage bag.
It is the best flying sword made by Jiu Huo Dao Jun for him!
During this time, Su Zimo devoted most of his energy to studying the practice of tempering, realized that the candle shines in the sword array, and promoted his cultivation to the realm.
The only high-level magic weapon in his storage bag is this superb flying sword.
Soon, dark clouds came over the Dongling Valley.
The endless blood-eyed crows circling in the sky, covering the sky, exuding a strong demon, each one is not weaker than the monk who builds the foundation!
It suddenly darkened.
Many of the disciples in the valley were a little ugly, and there was a scare in the bottom of their eyes.
After all, such a scene is too shocking, creepy and shuddering!
The eyes of that crow, glowing with scarlet blood, continued to hiss, staring at the monks below, as if they would dive down at any time, tearing many disciples of Feng Feng!
The little fat man paled, swallowed drool, and said solemnly, "This flat-haired beast is much stronger than the last time I saw it!"
At the entrance of the Tangling Valley, a huge spirit boat galloped, and hundreds of monks jumped from it.
Among them, there are ten Jindan real people!
All the rest are monks who build foundations. The cultivation is uneven, but the number is several times that of disciples of Feng Feng!
Coupled with the blood-eyed crow above Wuyangyang ...
No matter from the real Jindan or the monk Zhuji, Wu Feng is absolutely down.
This is a round of siege!
There is no way to heaven, no way to the ground!
Among the hundreds of monks who came down from the spirit boat, the young monk headed was a complete foundation, dressed in a blood-colored robe, and asked a crow's pattern on his cuffs. His face was pale, his lips were slightly raised, and his smile was evil.
Ten Jin Dans lived in clusters around him, faintly protecting them in the middle.
"who are you?"
Wen Xuan stared at the monk in the blood robe, holding Fu Yu in his left hand, and a flying sword floating in front of him, his voice cold.
"Ha ha."
The monk in a blood robe chuckled and said leisurely, "You friends do n’t have to be nervous. I do n’t mean to come here. If you are friendly and cooperate with each other, I will give you a chance!"
After a slight pause, the monk in the blood robe turned sharply, and his voice became colder: "But if you don't know anything, huh ... then don't blame me for killing!"
Wen Xuan's fingers changed, he pinched the spirit, and his fingertips surrounded him.
Elder Yu looked dignified, came forward and shook his head, and whispered, "Don't be impulsive. Really fight, our disciples are easy to fold here, first explore his bottom."
Elder Yu asked in a loud voice, "I don't know what this Taoist is calling?"
"I'm more casual on this point."
The monk in a blood robe smiled and said, "You can call me a young master, or you can call me a master. It doesn't matter if you like it."
Elder Yu's face was ugly.
Whether it is the young master or the master, this means that he will be under the blood robe monk in front of him!
After all, Elder Yu is a real Jin Dan, how could he promise such a ridiculous request.
"Junior, this place is only a hundred miles away from my peak. If you use Linghe to send a message, it won't be long before my strong men come to support you, don't be too arrogant!" Said Elder Yu Shengsheng.
"Hahahaha!"
The monk in a blood robe laughed and said, "Old dog, I really give you face, don't you!"
"First, with my army of blood crows, your cranes can't be transmitted at all! Second, even if your cranes are transmitted, you people can't last that long!"
Wen Xuan sneered: "Elder Yu doesn't have to talk to him nonsense, as he is a member of the magic gate, everyone will win it!"
"I'm not a magic gate."
The monk in a blood robe smiled coldly and said, "Finally, I will give you another chance, all of you will surrender me, and I can spare you! Otherwise, there is no pardon for killing, and one is not left!"
"Oh, by the way. There is a man named Su Zimo among you. No matter whether you submit to me or not, I will suppress you personally, torture it to death ... oh!"
A series of eerie laughter came from the mouth of the monk in the blood robe.
"Submit?"
Wen Xuan also smiled and said, "You first ask the sword in my hand!"
At this moment, the monk in a blood robe suddenly raised his head, and said lightly, "Aren't you going?"
The words didn't fall, Su Zimo was startled, and suddenly shouted, "Everyone is scattered, there is a ghost in the gate!"
Wen Xuan responded the fastest, crushing the amulet 箓 in the palm of the left hand for the first time.
A mask rose instantly, wrapping him up.
when!
A crisp sound.
Mars is radiant.
A flying sword hit Wenxuan's protective mask, which caused the mask to tremble for a while, and almost collapsed.
Little difference!
As long as Wen Xuan is a little slow, he is already dead.
In fact, the reason Wen Xuan responded in the first place was because of Su Zimo's inquiries on the spiritual boat.
Although, Wenxuan didn't care.
However, when he saw that a powerful force was coming up to arrange such a round of siege, Wen Xuan vaguely realized that there might be a ghost in Zongmen, and he became wary.
Otherwise, the news that they came to Dongling Valley today cannot be leaked out.
Of course, this speculation is a bit vague, and Wen Xuan has time to confirm it.
At this moment, the monk in the blood robe said such a sentence, and Su Zimo shouted again, Wen Xuan broke up the amulet 箓 without thinking.
Feeling the horror of the sword behind him, Wen Xuan also understood that he had just walked around the gate of the ghost door, and could not help but sweat.
It's double eleven again, a festival of old swords. Should we be happy or sad ...
(End of this chapter)