(Please recommend and reward! Books are free now, so please come to Qidian for support! The new book needs everyone's support. Please ask all book friends to support money if you have money, and those who don't have money to support personal money! Thank you!) After Jiajun finished speaking, the light wings behind him slammed again, and stood up and flew into the sky. They wanted to do it naturally to stay away from the students on the ground.
"Hmph! What a big tone, it depends on how long you can last?" The old demon of Ice Refining stopped saying anything, and a black fog rolled up and flew up.
"Master! Did you see it? What's going on?" Fan Yuer and his disciples rushed to the VIP seat with anxious expressions, wanting to find the Lord of Lingshui Palace to ask the Lord of Lingshui Palace. "Then the ancestor Junming is not Xiaojun, is it? How could he look so similar? Xiaojun has been away from the door for so long and has no news. Could it be that he is really here?" Fan Yuer asked hurriedly, and several disciples looked at the Lord of Lingshui Palace with anticipation. Everything in front of them was too unbelievable.
"Don't say more for now! Go down and wait and see what's going on." Lingshui shook his head with a wry smile, obviously knowing nothing. After saying that, he looked up and watched the battle. Seeing this, a group of disciples wanted to speak but stopped. After hesitating for a few times, he had to watch the battle.
"Xiaojun, Xiaojun...Who are you? Why are you next to me? Are you still my brother?" Yi Jie still stood there blankly, staring at the two confronting each other in the sky, muttering.
The old demon of ice refining was hidden in the black fog, and the harsh cry sounded again. Furious winds roared out from the old demon, eroding the surrounding sea of clouds madly. After the original fairyland scene became as terrifying as purgatory.
"Pretending to be a ghost! That's all you can do?" Jiajun sneered, with his right hand facing the void beside him, and then the inspiration in the sky condensed, and colorful light flashed out, and he was surrounded by colorful light.
"The immortal dream is given by heaven, one pillow for thousands of years. Twenty-four immortal dreams are coming!" As the spell sounded, the colorful lights in the sky were radiant, and dense spiritual light star dots instantly condensed into twenty-four talismans. Each talisman has different colors, translucent shapes, all flashing with dazzling light, and circling around Jiajun. At the same time, releasing the twenty-four immortal dreams is already the limit of Jiajun's current mastery of Mengxianliu. When he used this move, the Lord of the Lingshui Palace who was watching the battle shouted low, and instantly showed a sudden enlightenment expression, not knowing what he thought of.
"The Great Dream of Qianqiu? You can also do the tricks of Mengxianliu. Your abilities are very extensive!" The old demon of Ice Refining said in a lost voice, "Okay, okay! If the ninety-nine immortal dreams are all subdued, I will be really afraid of you. But with these twenty-four dreams, I won't take them seriously!" After that, a small black-handled short halberd appeared in his hand, and the blade of the halberd flashed with a blood-red light.
"The blood halberd summons the soul, and the hundred ghosts walk at night!" He raised his short halberd and shouted loudly. In an instant, the red light of the halberd blade was strong, and the howling of ghosts cried and wolves roared, and countless ghost shadows with evil aura churned blood mist and flew out of nowhere. Each ghost shadow also emitted the pressure of the golden elixir stage. Under the cover of countless ghost shadows, the world was lost. The ghost wind was howling, and the scorching sun hanging in the air was blocked by the black shadow at this time, and it was dull. The entire scene seemed to be like hell, and everyone watching the battle was frightened by the scene in front of him.
"Hundred ghosts are arranged in an array, defend against ghosts, and seize the ghosts, and fight the ghosts!" Hundreds of ghosts in the Golden Elixir stage were quickly arranged under the command of the old demon of Ice Refining. Some of these ghosts were holding shields, some were waving various melee weapons, and some were holding bows and crossbows. A ghost army, which was all composed of Golden Elixir stage ghosts, was so powerful that it was suffocating to form a ghost in the air.
"This is the ultimate move of the Soul Gathering Valley?" Master Xiao Han looked pale. "No wonder the ancestor Qingquan once warned us many times that we must stay away from the Soul Gathering Valley and not provoke him! Even if they are rampant from time to time and snatch various resources, we have to turn a blind eye. It seems that the ancestor is also concerned about this move!"
"I wonder how this ancestor Junming will deal with it?" Another elder of the Tiandi Pavilion swallowed, "The army composed of a hundred golden elixirs is still some souls that are not afraid of death! The ancestor of the Nascent Soul must also avoid three points!"
"A great dream is a thousand years old, and it is like a different world!" Seeing that this was not good, Jiajun quickly waved his hand, and the rays of twenty-four immortal talismans immediately shone to the limit. The colorful light intertwined and condensed in the air, faintly forming a word "Dream" in the sea and sky. This huge word flowed brightly in the air, dazzlingly and dazzlingly, and everyone's eyes were attracted.
"Wake up from the dream!"
"The Guardians of the Ghosts!"
The two of them shouted each other, and the huge word "Dream" instantly emitted a thousand feet of light and slashed at the ghost army fiercely. The ghosts holding shields rushed forward to form a shield wall to block the light. A shocking explosion sounded, and even though it was bursting in a high altitude, the entire earth was still shaken.
When the crowd of people watching the game came back from their fear, they saw that the huge text had broken into colorful stars, slowly scattered in the air. The entire ghost army was now in a mess. The ghosts holding shields had been destroyed by the ones who had just rushed to the front.
"Hahahaha! But that's it!" The old demon of Ice Refining laughed when he saw this. "When I woke up from the Twenty-Fourth Dream, I just destroyed my ghost defense array." Although the black fog around him also dissipated most of the time under the impact of the explosion just now, he showed a hideous smile.
"A hundred ghosts line up! Soldiers, fight ghosts, attack!" With a command, the ghosts holding melee weapons rushed towards Jiajun with their teeth and claws, and the ghosts holding crossbows also raised their crossbows and shot them violently.
"Hmph! I'm too lazy to get entangled with you anymore!" Jiajun snorted muffled, a ring flashing with white light pointed out now on his fingers, and he directly showed his trick. Several black space cracks tear apart the sky again, and the whistling arrows were swept away, and the black cracks were slashed down, and the group of ghosts who rushed in front were torn into pieces in one encounter.
"Tear the vacuum? You have something to do with the ancestor Qingquan! Could it be that he also borrowed the Huangquan Ling for you?" The old demon of Binglian said in surprise again, and his face finally became serious.
"Hundred ghosts escape and sneak into prison!" With a shout, the entire ghost army stopped immediately, and their bodies suddenly became as if there were none, and they could not see clearly. They counted until the black cracks slashed like lightning, but none of them hit, as if these ghosts no longer existed in this space, leaving only a shadow.
"What?" Jiajun couldn't help but feel nervous. Wuji Ring's space attack was invalid? This is his life-saving skill!