Mortal's journey to immortality

A full eight days had passed since Xunhai and Tai Qingyu met and when he jumped into the unfathomable black hole.

In the past eight days, Tai Qingyu has returned to her previous peace. Her face is like a morning flower, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world, sitting upright and meditating next to the pores.

The cold, needle-shaped breath that reached five hundred feet high was still piercing the sky.

There are still seven days at most before the promise of Xunhai, which can be anywhere from ten days to fifteen days.

However, on the ninth day, the inexplicable fear struck again. Tai Qingyu stood up and sighed, what was supposed to come had finally arrived.

The monk flew out of the air with "hehe", but when he just stepped onto the island, suddenly, the whole space started to spin.

Hundreds of early-stage Jindan puppets holding knives, swords, and sticks swarmed towards the monk from all over the island. For a moment, the whole island shook, and the shouts of killing shook the sky, while Tai Qingyu Then he disappeared under the cover of the formation.

"Haha, it's a piece of cake."

The monk laughed loudly, and a pair of scissors about ten feet long bloomed with green and yellow light and cut away at the explosion of countless knives, swords and various weapons.

"Crack!"

The brilliance that filled the sky was like a piece of cloth, cut in half by extremely sharp scissors and annihilated without a trace.

"Ha ha!"

The monk did not retreat but advanced, using his extremely fast body to wander among hundreds of puppets. Whenever his shadow had not dissipated, green and yellow light would appear on each puppet's body that seemed to be motionless for an instant. The front bloomed like a firework.

"Kakakakakakakaka..."

Over the course of a meal, hundreds of scissors flashed in front of hundreds of puppets, and they were cut into pieces by the extremely sharp shearing wind.

Roar happily and die quickly.

However, as the monk stared at the torn pieces of the puppet, he felt something bad.

"Monk, you are indeed powerful. So many puppets in the early stage of the golden elixir were cut into ashes in less than a moment by your broken scissors. However, have you heard of the "Puppet Thousand Skills Formation"? Today I will let you Piles and piles of puppets will overwhelm you and tear you apart."

Tai Qingyu Qingling's words were like thunder from the blue, exploding in the monk's ears accurately.

The monk's face immediately darkened. The Qianqiao Sect was a puppet sect that flourished in Zhongzhou more than 200,000 years ago. This sect found a unique way to integrate the puppets with formations. They injected formations into the puppets, as long as the puppets were not beaten into powder. , can be transformed into a continuous stream. The way to win for this sect is one word: grinding.

As long as a monk falls into the "Puppet Thousand Skills Formation", even if he reaches a higher realm, he will be drowned in the tide of the puppet army. They will come back to life in an endless stream, and the monk will be dragged to death alive. The highest state of the word "grind".

However, Qianqiaomen's blessing of formations on the puppet was just a flash in the pan.

Their strength was due to the appearance of a formation wizard who shocked the world at that time in the sect, and he happened to be very knowledgeable in the art of puppets. The combination of the two made Qian Qiao Sect unparalleled at that time.

After this person ascended, Qianqiao Sect never produced such an earth-shattering genius again, so that he was slowly lost in the long river of time.

I don’t know where Tai Qingyu got this strange formation where more than 200,000 people disappeared?

Although the Zen Buddhism of Sadness and Joy was insufficient, they knew this very well, so they spent a huge price to purchase a large number of fragments of ancient books from Yinluanxuan, so that the monks could know about them.

The monk looked solemnly at the thousands of puppets rushing towards him in a life-less craziness. He no longer felt the mixture of sorrow and joy. He gave a soft drink, sat upright in the void, and performed a few tricks. Suddenly, the wind floated above his head, and sprinkled a green stream. The yellow light group covered him, and the green and yellow light expanded to a radius of five feet at the fingertips, facing the puppet legions running at high speed from all directions.

"Click, click, click..."

Pieces of puppets were cut into two pieces by the invisible shearing wind when they came into contact with the green and yellow light.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang..."

Thousands of low-level magic weapons released all kinds of energy that filled the sky and hit the blue-yellow light mass heavily, causing the monk who was sitting firmly to shake.

An hour later, the puppets were born endlessly.

The blue and yellow light group was forced to reach four feet and five feet.

After half a day, the green and yellow light group was forced to four feet.

One day later, the light group shrank by another ten feet.

After two days, the blue-yellow light group was less than two feet tall.

On the fifth day, the ball of light was less than three feet. The densely packed puppets directly piled the monks into a hill. Not counting the attacks from the puppets, just the fact that there were so many puppets that were constantly squirming on the hill, the weight of the puppets was enough. It can crush a monk to death.

At this time, a man standing as tall as a mountain and resembling an iceberg appeared next to Tai Qingyu. Xunhai returned to the ground on the twelfth day, and the cold air column disappeared with his return.

Tai Qingyu subconsciously tightened her shoulders, it was too cold!

It can be seen that Xunhai has obtained the "ice blue water" he talked about.

She looked at Xunhai, who was as cold as ten thousand years of ice. His eyes seemed to contain two pure blue miniature ice cubes. Staring into his ice blue eyes, it seemed as if her whole body was frozen. She quickly took it back. look.

"Icy blue water" is terrible.

"Junior sister, you have been deceived!"

Like thunder on the ground, Xunhai's words made Tai Qingyu instantly feel as if disaster was falling from the sky.

"Put away your formation."

Hearing this, Tai Qingyu lightly scolded him, clicked on his spells, and "boom". When the last wave of puppet magic weapons hit the monk who was covered in green and yellow light, the puppet army retreated completely like a tide in an instant.

I saw the monk surrounded by puppets, with only a tattered yellow cassock fluttering under the blue-yellow light of the cutting wind.

"Ah," Tai Qingyu asked in shock, "What on earth is going on?"

Xunhai's icy blue eyes looked at a large blue stone at the end of the island, and said seriously: "I don't know the reason yet. He has been using secret methods to hide behind the blue stone from the beginning to the end."

Xunhai stared at Qingshi, and his changed words made Tai Qingyu suddenly change his expression: "This person's magical power is very weird and powerful. He is not only waiting for you, but also for me, because once he kills you, And if you can't find me, I will deduce the real reason why he took your life based on some of the circumstances after you were killed. He doesn't want people to know this reason, so his target is not you, but the two of us. people."

After a pause, he pointed to the bluestone and asked calmly: "Monk, am I right?"

"Pop", "Pap", "Pap"...

The pot-bellied monk clapped his hands enthusiastically and emerged from behind the bluestone, laughing loudly and saying: "You are absolutely right, this is a great virtue!"

"In order to completely eliminate all accidents, I have to wait until you show up. Fortunately, you are not Liuyun, otherwise, I would have already escaped by the time you showed up."

When he finished speaking, the monk continued: "It is precisely because you are not Liuyun that you are destined to die today!"