Cannon fodder's counterattack

Chapter 29 Lingyuan Secret Realm (1)

Yu Tianze seemed to notice Yuan Yihuan's eyes and suddenly looked at her.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and then Yu Tianze immediately returned to his previous cold and desolate appearance.

Hey!

With such a cold personality, I really don’t know what those people like about him?

Yuan Yihuan rolled his eyes inwardly and focused on Tong Yan.

"Why do you talk so much? Just take a look."

Tong Yan looked at the noisy crowd, curled her lips, and turned her attention to the stone statue in the front.

She took a few steps forward and took out a bowl-sized sunstone. The hall lit up instantly. Then she held the sunstone and stood up with her sword, reaching the head of the stone statue.

In the aura, the face of the stone statue gradually became clearer.

This is... Jingo? !

Yuan Yihuan was shocked and blurted out, "Come down quickly!"

"what?"

Before Tong Yan could see the face of the stone statue clearly, she was shocked by Yuan Yihuan. She frowned in displeasure, "What are you talking about!"

"This is the stone statue of Jinwu, the master of the Ancient Fu Zhenmen Zhen Dao sect. If you don't want anything to happen, you'd better leave there."

She remembered what Fu Ying said. Jinwu's remnant soul has not disappeared yet, so maybe he is here!

Although Han Lu had never seen Zhenwu's portrait, he had met Fu Ying with Yuan Yihuan after all, so he naturally thought of what Yuan Yihuan thought of.

A look of solemnity quickly flashed across his eyes, and the smile on his brows disappeared instantly. He raised his hand and waved, and the golden spirit sword appeared in his hand, ready to go.

"Disciples of Tianyi Sword Sect, step back and stay away from the stone statue!"

"Disciples of Xuanji Sect, step back and stay away from the stone statue!"

The two of them shouted in unison and called the disciples of the sect to retreat to the edge of the hall.

Seeing this, Shi Yuyao's heart sank, "Disciples of Fengyuan Sect, get out!"

"Disciples of Taiqing Sect, get out!"

Yu Tianze also quickly led the disciples out of the hall. Seeing this, people from other forces also quickly retreated to the edge of the hall.

But in an instant, except for the child's face who was still next to the stone statue and a man who was following her, there was no one in the center of the hall.

Tong Yan was stunned for a moment when she saw this, and a hint of disdain quickly appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Coward!"

Even if you don’t let me touch it, I still want to!

Just when she was about to swing her spiritual power towards the stone statue, the man who had been following her stopped her with a smile.

The man's brows were gentle, his mouth was smiling, and there was only a childlike figure in his gentle eyes.

In the same green bamboo robe, Yu Tianze wears the appearance of an immortal who is not stained by the world, but this man wears the green bamboo integrity of being as open-minded as a spring breeze.

"Junior Sister, I'm coming."

Xiang Ziyu crossed over the child's face and protected her behind him. Then with a gentle breeze of his palm, the layer of black dust on the stone statue peeled off in an instant.

"boom!"

Before they could react, they heard a loud noise, and two golden lights shot out from the stone statue's eyes, knocking Xiang Ziyu and Tong Yan away.

"Hahaha......"

An arrogant laughter sounded in the hall, "I'm out again, let me see, how is the little guy who came in this time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an illusory shadow flew out of the stone statue.

The shadow was wearing a red robe, tall and handsome. His sinister eyes swept over the panicked crowd, and a satisfied and evil smile immediately appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It's great, my talent is getting better and better, this is good, this is good..."

"Ahem, who are you and why are you here?"

Tong Yan and Xiang Ziyu were helped up by the disciples of Taiqing Sect, and everyone looked at Zhenwu with an evil aura in fear.

"Hehe, who am I?"

Jinwu glanced at Yuan Yihuan in the crowd, "Didn't that little girl tell you?"

"Is he really the Grandmaster of the Ancient Talisman Formation Sect?"

Huo Ling's tone was filled with surprise, "But it's been hundreds of millions of years, isn't he already dead?"

"That's the remnant soul!"

Yuan Yihuan looked at Zhenwu's unkind eyes, and the bad feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger. Even if it was just a remnant soul, it was not something they could resist.

This is bad!

"Hahaha, you also know that I am a remnant soul, so it seems you are the one!"

A flash of hatred flashed in Zhenwu's eyes, and with a wave of his hand, Yuan Yihuan appeared in front of him instantly.

"Little Fairy!"

"Junior Sister Yuan!"

"..."

Several exclamations suddenly came from behind.

"Haha, you got Fu Ying's things?" Jinwu stared at her closely.

"I don't know what you're going to say!"

Yuan Yihuan was restrained by an inexplicable force and moved with difficulty.

"Humph!"

Jinwu snorted coldly, and she felt it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

The ice spirit beads in her body were running wildly, and she tried her best to activate a talisman that Qinglan had given her.

In an instant, a lightsaber filled with Lianxu Sword Intention suddenly galloped away from her body and attacked Jinwu who was one step away.

"boom!"

Jinwu was caught off guard and was hit by the residual soul. The originally solid soul body became a little illusory in an instant.

Yuan Yihuan was pushed out by a strong force, and slammed into the main hall like a young bird with broken wings.

"puff!"

"Very well, you all deserve to die!"

Jinwu looked at his finally solidified soul body becoming like this, and his anger suddenly rose in his heart. With a tap of his finger, a drop of golden blood of the God Emperor suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Golden light spread across the hall, and a huge blood-colored formation suddenly appeared in the hall.

Before anyone could scream in surprise, an invisible force pulled them all into the blood formation.

The eight pillars standing on all sides also suddenly glowed red, forming a semicircular barrier outside the formation, trapping them all inside.

But in the blink of an eye, everyone felt their energy and blood surge, their spiritual power collapsed, and they fell to the ground one by one.

Yuan Yihuan spat out a mouthful of blood again and fainted.

Just when one of the disciples couldn't bear it anymore and was about to explode, a diamond crystal the size of a thumb suddenly flew out from between Yuan Yihuan's eyebrows.

The rhombus rose in the wind, breaking through the barrier in an instant and galloping towards Jinwu.

At the same time, a finger-long lightsaber flew out from Han Lu's eyebrows and followed Ling Jing.

"boom!"

With a loud noise, the eight pillars in the hall collapsed, the barrier disappeared, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then they heard an angry voice coming from ahead.

"Fu Ying, you're not dead yet!"

"Hahaha, Jinwu!"

"You're not dead yet, how can we be willing to dissipate!"

An arrogant shadow appeared in the hall. This person was also dressed in red, but he was arrogant and wanton. With just one glance, you would be shocked by the sword intent in his body.

"Floating sky!"

"It turned out to be you!"

Jinwu gritted his teeth and looked at the two souls standing in front of him, with even more hatred in his heart.

"Zhenwu, you can't escape this time." A cold look flashed in Fu Ying's eyes.

"Huh, is it?"

Jinwu chuckled lightly, raised his long sleeves, and the vitality of the weaker disciple below was continuously flowing into his soul.

When Fu Ying saw this, his anger rose instantly. He turned his head and looked at Futian. Futian nodded to him, and a smile immediately flashed in his eyes.

"Old guy, fight!"

The complicated seals were formed, and the solemn voice of vicissitudes of life resounded throughout the world.

"Sacrifice my soul, turn it into a talisman to trap a dragon, and bury it together!"

Futian's arrogant laughter sounded at the same time.

"Hahaha, Old Man Fu, I'll accompany you!"

"The floating soul, sacrifice the sword heart!"

"You dare!"

When Jingo saw the two people's actions, there was a rare hint of fear in his tone.

"The soul is scattered!"

"Aren't you afraid of losing your soul?!"

"boom!"

A violent explosion sounded, and a golden light shot into the sky.

In the golden light, only three illusory figures were seen crashing into each other.

After a few breaths, the golden light dispersed and all figures disappeared.

Soul fly away!

It was as if nothing had happened, quiet and peaceful.

After a while, the secret realm suddenly shook.

In the blink of an eye, the disciples in the underground palace disappeared from here.

Also disappearing together was the drop of the God Emperor's blood that had been hanging over the hall!

The wind suddenly blows, and the mainland once again stirs up a bloody storm!

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small theater:

Xiao Futian, who has just come to the world of cultivation from the ordinary world: "Little Taoist priest, I will take you to catch ghosts!"

Fu Ying, a young man from the world of cultivation who has good roots in cultivation: "There are no ghosts in the world of cultivation. They are also monks."

"Also, I'm not a little Taoist priest!"

The tough-talking Xiao Futian said: "If you don't use a sword, you're not a hero. If you're not a hero, you're a little Taoist priest. And the people in our house who use talismans to catch ghosts are all Taoist priests."

"I am a cultivator!"

"What is Dharma practice?"

"Dharma practice is..."

"Then what will you do after practicing law?"

"Eliminate demons and defend the way, and uphold justice!"

"What about you?"

"I want to be a hero in the future, but now I can't even practice my sword skills. They all laugh at me..."

"No, you will definitely become a hero in the future!"

"really?"

"Little Taoist priest, you will definitely become the most powerful practitioner in the future."

"I'm not a little Taoist priest!"

"Hahaha, you are!"