Chapter 312 I am afraid that the high places will be too cold
Chapter 312 I am afraid that the high places will be too cold
Old Man Shouyan was the first to come to his senses. He immediately prostrated himself on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "Master of the General Palace!"
The remaining Qionglou, Eclipse Saint, Xuanjian and others all bowed down with extremely respectful expressions.
Ji Yuenian's face was a little pale, and the divine sea in the shrine was so dry that it almost fell from the shadow of the nine-petal lotus platform.
The cost of casting the "Reborn Buddha Curse" was too terrible, and Ji Yuenian's cultivation was too shallow. Even if he condensed the rare and incomparable foundation of Taoism, he could only barely cast the prototype of the "Reborn Buddha Curse".
There is no more power available.
Lihen Divine Body gradually exerted its effect, and a blue halo surged from the limbs and bones, and finally filled the divine sea of the shrine, turning into traces of pure profound energy, slowly replenishing the extremely depleted Lotus Terrace Shrine.
Old Man Shouyan flew around the underground energy veins, with a solemn look on his face, and landed in front of Ji Yuenian who was adjusting his breath. He cupped his hands and said: "Master General Hall Master, in this battle, the three masters of the Soul-trapping Hall have fallen.
There are nine Dharma protectors and twenty-eight other trapped souls in the Hall of Souls."
Qiong Lou walked closer, took a look at Ji Yuenian's complexion, and said, "If it weren't for the Chief Palace Master's intervention, I'm afraid we wouldn't be the opponents of everyone in the Xushan Realm."
Old Man Shouyan sighed and said: "This kind of human sect is really united. It is very different from our Taiyu Sheng sect. We still underestimate them."
While he was talking, rustling sounds suddenly reached his ears from all directions, making everyone in the Soul-falling Hall prick up their ears again.
A blazing white light and shadow passed across and landed in front of the underground energy veins.
It was a tall creature wearing a brocade-white burqa, its head and face were covered, only a pair of white velvet hands and claws were vaguely exposed from the sleeves of the robe.
Old Man Shouyan sensed this for a moment, with a slightly gloomy look on his face, and said: "Half a step into the realm of the gods and spirits!"
The hanging sword on one side was a little indifferent, waving his hand and saying: "It's just one person, what are you afraid of him doing!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several more blazing white lights appeared and fell behind the strange creature.
Xuan Jian moved his lips and closed his mouth wisely.
Before everyone in the Hall of Souls could react, a dense mass of blazing white light and shadow swept over. After a few breaths, hundreds of tall creatures in brocade-white robes gathered outside, silently and silently.
He looked at the person trapped in the Soul Hall above the earth's energy.
Old Man Shouyan completely lost the bearing of half-step into the realm of gods and spirits. The hairs all over his body suddenly appeared, and a biting chill swept over his soul. He said in a trembling voice: "This is impossible! There are so many realms in the divine sea, half-step away."
Shrine! This is absolutely impossible! How can there be such a terrifying force on the northern border of Beiju Luzhou!"
Xuanjian's face turned pale, and he took three steps back in succession. He sensed the auras of these robed creatures over and over again, and stammered: "Unexpectedly... they are really all... the upper realm and the Half-step Divine Palace on the Divine Sea..."
Qionglou's fair little face also completely lost its color, and he murmured: "How is this possible..."
Many of the palace masters and the creatures in the Soul Trap Palace were extremely frightened, and their expressions were extremely ugly.
Ji Yuenian sat on the floor, but there was not much panic in his expression. Although the depleted sea of the temple and the sea could no longer allow him to cast any spell, he was already prepared for the worst case of the annihilation of his soul.
Manpower is sometimes scarce, and Ji Yuenian's barely able to cast the Buddha's Curse has already put Ji Yuenian on the verge of exhaustion. Now he is faced with hundreds of strange and unpredictable divine sea realms and half-step temples. Even though Ji Yuenian's thoughts are evil and his understanding is as good as the sky.
, under such circumstances, there is no other way to think of except for the true spirit to return to the Imperial Water Seal.
The leader of the burqa creature waved his hand gently, and hundreds of brocade-white figures disappeared from the place in an instant, and the next moment they appeared above the underground energy.
Taiyin Saint Son Xuan Jian turned his head to look at Ji Yuenian. Just as he was about to say something, his head was scratched by several claws, and his body fell softly. The long sword behind him, which had never been put away, also
It fell to the ground and fell into silence.
Old Man Shouyan could no longer care about Ji Yuenian and the others. He gritted his teeth and instantly turned into an illusory evil ghost, running away towards the sky.
But in the next moment, dozens of blazing white lights flashed upward, directly tearing the ghost that Old Man Shouyan had transformed into into thousands of pieces.
As soon as Liu Chaoshan sacrificed a tripod-shaped pure Yang magic weapon, he was struck by several blazing white light rainbows and the tripod passed through his body. All the protective magic weapons were as fragile as paper, and they were easily touched in front of these weird and ancient creatures.
broken.
The guardians and deacons selected by the Soul Trap Hall from the realm of Yuan Yan are even more vulnerable. Every blazing white light and shadow passes by, which is the death of a creature in the realm of the divine sea.
"Ji Yuenian, do you still remember the time I healed your soul hundreds of years ago?"
Before those blazing white lights and shadows reached here, Qionglou turned his head and spoke softly.
Ji Yuenian was stunned for a moment and nodded slightly.
Qionglou chuckled and said: "At that time, I was already in the realm of Shenhai Yunling. When you killed Chen Yanyang of the Chen family with your cultivation in the realm of Guizhen, which hurt your soul, the master of the Yutai realm asked me to use Frost Condensation.
The spell helps you heal your soul."
Ji Yuenian looked into the woman's calm eyes and fell silent.
Qionglou came closer and whispered in Ji Yuenian's ear: "At that time, I took a piece of snow jade and cast a spell on your forehead. Afterwards, you asked me why I didn't throw it away. I said that this jade was only used.
Once, I lost something and it was a waste, so you had to use three thousand yuan stones to thank me. Do you still remember these things?"
She turned slightly sideways, and her long black hair fell on Ji Yuenian's fingers, feeling cool and soft to the touch.
"You have served as the guardian elder in the Qingluan Mountains for a hundred years, and it was I who came to pick you up and return to the Yutai realm. Do you still remember?"
Blazing white light and shadow penetrated, Qionglou's soft lips moved slightly, and said: "Ji Yuenian, I..."
Stopped abruptly.
Ji Yuenian stared blankly at Qionglou's quiet face with his eyes slightly closed, as if he had met this cold and calm woman for the first time in hundreds of years.
After a few breaths, the young man in a black and gold robe hid all his thoughts, his eyes returned to their former coldness, and he looked up at the densely packed creatures in brocade and white robes around him.