Chapter 1059: Beyond Simon's solitary smoke

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Within the seven-story pagoda, the distracted monks from the first to the sixth floor, despite the protection of the fairy tales, also rushed into the body and filled the blood. On the highest level, Dong Yiyi also had a blush on his face.
Beyond the pagoda, the Wanliuguizong squadron floated again toward the mountain, and rumbling once again bombarded the past with beads on the seven-story pagoda.
Once, twice, three times... thirty-six times!
Wanliu returned to the sect of the retreat, drifting in, bombarding... then retreating, then drifting in, then bombarding...
The spirit clouds within the entire fairy squad were bombarded and scattered, and turned into a burst of spiritual rain. This is to make the mana's mana recover more quickly, and with the dragon and the phoenix of the purple smoke, the mana will recover more quickly. However, even this is not the case with the beads on the seven-story pagoda.
Within the pagoda, the monks from the first to the sixth floor have become pale. The medicinal herbs are kept on and on, that is, Dong Yiyi is also the case. The pressure given to them outside is too great. Dong Yiyi believes that if he or she persists, the rank of this fairy will fall.
To know that they are thirty-seven people, but this original is a primary fairy squad according to inheritance to a top-level fairy tales. If they can't hold on, this fairy squad will land again at the primary fairy tales. Maybe it will be smashed by the squadrons that Xu Ziyan and others have laid down.
Dong Yiyi entered the ancient ruins this time. He originally wanted to use the fairy tales here and add his own inheritance. Send the fairy squad to the upgrade level, and then use this fairy tales to kill all the people who enter here. In her heart, even the Yanshan Soul has no hope of surviving.
Because the Yanshan soul at this time is not awkward, there will be no such gods. Therefore, this fairy tales dedicated to the monks and gods must be able to kill the of Yanshan soul. Then they tried to seal the body of Yanshan Soul. This completes the tasks left above satisfactorily.
However, she never imagined that not only was the Yanshan soul lost in the fairy tales, but the Xu Ziyan actually broke free from the fairy tales. It doesn't matter if you break free. The most important thing is that she actually has a kind of sound work that can wake everyone up. Then he laid down the tens of thousands of streams and returned to the sect, and he wanted to use the brute force to break the fairy tales. For a time, the double convenience glued in one place.
The situation inside the seven-story pagoda Xu Ziyan and others did not know, they thought that there was no one among the seven-story pagodas. It is this fairy tales that are too strong, about a thousand or so monks, including eight monks of the Mahayana period. It took no effect to take the seven-story pagoda. All the time, I couldn’t help but feel depressed.
In the end, Wushen said: "You, the big array changes, let me out, let me go to the middle and the Xu chiefs stand together. I will let the time stand still for a moment. See if you can make this fairy Stop running, at that time, everyone will attack the bead together."
Everyone heard the spirit and the hopes were raised in both eyes. Wanliu returned to the squad and squirmed, and pushed the Witch God to the middle. The Witch God and Xu Ziyan stood side by side, and the tens of thousands of people returned to the mountains slowly, stopping on the seven-story pagoda.
Thousands of monks slowly operated and returned to the sect, and they gathered together a thousand or so monks. After that, he stared at the bead and waited for the magical power of the Witch God. And it is at this time. Xu Ziyan also suddenly remembered that his eyes also have a magical power. It is for the break. Xu Ziyan played Long Fengming while he was smashing into the eyes.
At this time, the voice of the Witch God was like Hong Zhong Da Lu, and rumblingly said: "God said. Time is still."
Suddenly, the light released by the bead on the seven-story pagoda was fixed. Time is still at that moment.
"Boom~~"
The long-lasting mana slammed on the bead.
The guardian of the seven-story pagoda suddenly turned pale and his body began to tremble slightly.
"Boom~~"
Another loud noise, Xu Ziyan's eyes burst into two lights, bombarded on the beads on the seven-story pagoda.
Within the seven-story pagoda, thirty-seven guardians squirted a blood at the same time.
At the top of the seven-story pagoda, the bead swayed and a small crack appeared, but it was followed by a huge rebound. Because the moment of rest at that time has passed. The whole tens of thousands of people returned to the sect, and they were suddenly smashed. Xu Ziyan closed her eyes and shed two blood and tears in her eyes. The Witch God also bleeds seven times, and the body smashes out countless blood lines. Because of the power of the fairy tales, both of them were countered by their own magical powers.
Within the seven-story pagoda, thirty-seven guardians took the medicinal herbs and tried their best to maintain the operation of the fairy tales. They did not let the fairy tales have the slightest power to reduce, so as not to give the outside monks a feeling, think this The big battleship is going to collapse. This has completely eroded them from confidence. Dong Yiyi believes that as long as he relies on this large array, even the mill will kill the monks outside.
Sure enough, the monks in the glory of the patriarchs saw that the white light did not weaken at all, and they completely died. A breath of death spreads in the hearts of everyone, and there is a fear of death in the face. Under the intense white light, no monk found a tiny crack in the beads above the seven-story pagoda.
At this time, Xu Ziyan’s mana has almost been exhausted, knowing that she has more mana than any monk. Because she used Long Fengming to wake up a thousand or so monks, she consumed a lot of her mana.
Anxiety floated on the face of Xu Ziyan, and there was a hint of fear in the depths of his heart. Rotating rapidly in my mind:
This fairy squad is based on the lost monk god, and my dragon phoenix can wake up the lost monk of the gods. Does this mean that Long Fengming can crack this big array? What would happen if I rushed Long Fengming to the bead? Will it break the bead?
Shaking his head slightly, there are two inevitable problems in trying to do this. One is that if you do your best to deal with the beads, you will not be able to take care of these monks, so these monks will lose their hearts. At this time their gods and mana consumed a lot, I am afraid I can not afford such a loss.
The second problem is that this is a fairy! How can I break this fairy squad with my own cultivation? Even if you do your best. Therefore, I still need to gather everyone's cultivation. And even this may not be able to break the bead.
If my cultivation can surpass the peak of Mahayana at this time and reach the realm of immortals, it should be able to break this fairy tales.
Improve and repair! Improve and repair!
Xu Ziyan’s heart suddenly moved, and a name of the array appeared in her heart.
Twelve elephants!
Nowadays, thanks to the help of the pseudo-five-line conversion method, the power of Longfengming has reached the peak of the peak of the Mahayana period. If you use the 12 elephants, you can surpass the realm of the peak of the Mahayana period and reach the power of the immortal. Moreover, in addition to the twelve elephants, the squadrons will be assembled again, and the mana will be concentrated on the twelve elephants, and then concentrated on me, so that it is not just the realm of immortals.
Xu Ziyan was happy in his heart, but it was followed by a sinking. It is still an old question. How to solve the problem of one's own magical attack on the bead on the seven-story pagoda, how to make the thousands of monks around the monk not lost. Only when their gods are not lost can they be able to lay out a large array of geniuses before they can deploy a large array of twelve elephants.
But how can this be done?
"It seems that we are going to die here?" Some monks were completely desperate at this time, and they had already muttered unconsciously. He muttered out, desperate emotions spread rapidly, and Wanliu’s return to the sect was in jeopardy. A few want to collapse.
"We are not discouraged by all of you. Do you want to die like this after you have worked so hard? You are dead, you have to fight, you can't sit here and wait to die!"
The solitary smoke of Ximen screamed, and at this time, it was clear who was determined. The solitary smoke of Ximen was built to the Tiancheng City with a meditation and cultivation, and the mind was extremely firm. As far as the mind is concerned, let alone Yan Xingyun, Wang Woyun, Yunfeifeng, etc., is a half-step ghost who is more than a crowd, and the ghost emperor is slightly inferior.
However, the solitary smoke of Ximen was so fierce that it only revived the fighting spirit of the Mahayana monks, and most of the distracted monks were still desperate.
Xu Ziyan’s face was full of joy. She remembered the water of the palm of her hand. If the water of the palm of the hand came out and played the dragon and the phoenix on the heads of the people, wouldn’t it solve the problem of the lost of the gods?
Xu Ziyan immediately communicated with the water of the palm of his hand in the knowledge of God. Xu Ziyan asked, a palm of water immediately told her no problem. Xu Ziyan was overjoyed and immediately let a palm of water come out.
The water of one palm immediately appeared on the top of Xu Ziyan, and Long Fengming continued to spread with the water ripples on her body.
The water of one palm suddenly turned into a Tianhe River. This Tianhe River was turbulent, and every wave blew the sound of dragon and phoenix. The Tianhe River spread rapidly, covering a thousand or so monks above the sky. The bright dragon and phoenix swayed from the air like a scorpio, and it was able to cover a thousand or so monks in it. The blue sky and the magnificent Tianhe made the monks stunned.
Xu Ziyan put away the jade flute and opened her eyes slightly. The injured eyes made her view a little reddish. Seeing the desperate expression of many monks, Xu Ziyan said:
"You, I have a way, maybe it works."
Everyone listens and the spirit is alive. It was Xu Ziyan who awakened them from the fairy tales, so in their hearts, I felt that her words were much more reliable than the snoring of the solitary smoke of Ximen.

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