Abandoned Immortals
Chapter 252
More than [-]% of the mud is covered by magma, turning into a magma pool with a radius of [-] feet, and there are ground fissures spreading outward around it, sparks splash from time to time.
The huge body of Jiaolong is like a mountain in the Yin army formation, and the densely packed Yin soldiers are like swarms of ants. Under the blow of Jiaolong, more than a thousand were wiped out, and nearly half of the rest were affected. The formation has been completely broken chaos.
There was chaos in the arena, shouts of killing and roars intersected with each other, Fang Juinian ordered the Yin soldiers not to retreat, regrouped, changed formation, and charged again.
The Yin soldiers lined up in a square formation and rushed towards the dragon without fear of death. The first Yin soldier had just rushed into the magma pool, and the latter followed closely, stepping on the shoulders of the previous one and leaping forward, and the latter went one step further.
Charged one after another in this way, the last row of Yin soldiers crossed the magma pool, avoided the tail of the roaring dragon, and rushed towards the head of the dragon one after another.
They were like wasps, after trying their best to get close to the dragon, they tried their best to plunge the sharp blade in their hands into the gap between the dragon's scales.
Jiaolong was in pain, and let out another scream, and violently flicked its long tail, smashing away one group after another of Yin soldiers.
But the yin soldiers led by Fang Juinian are not afraid of death, even if the former one turns into ashes in front of his eyes, the latter one can still rush forward without changing his face.
They hung on the dragon, more and more, denser and denser, the dragon roared loudly, trying to throw off the densely packed dragons, it rolled on the spot, the magma boiled, and black smoke rose from the surface of the pool.
Every time a Yin soldier was lost, Fang Juinian's face turned paler.
These yin soldiers are connected with her mind and soul, and every shattered yin soldier pierces her skull like a silver needle. At the same time, the more yin soldiers died, the pain she endured multiplied.
But the look in her eyes is firm, and the heart of her eyes is condensed with an unyielding will. This battle can only be won but not defeated!
The surface of Jiaolong's scale armor was covered with a layer of Yin soldiers, no matter how it churned, it still couldn't stop the Yin soldiers from moving forward.
These annoying ants constantly challenged its patience, and finally became uncontrollably furious. Columns of magma burst into the sky, burning the pitch-black sky into a fiery color.
The fierceness of this battle made the hearts of those who watched the battle tremble.
Qing Yu stood on the high platform with her hands behind her back, her face expressionless, and she didn't say a word.
Que Qingyun's frown did not relax for a moment, and from the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Yu Lianxin who was also silent beside him.
The latter's face was as cold as frost, but his five fingers hidden in his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, and deep in those deep and silent pupils, there was an endless torrent surging.
Where the Yuxian Sect crowd was, Yin Qingxue bit her lips tightly, her face turned slightly pale, she clasped her hands, and stared intently at the ring in the distance, her expression was full of worry and worry.
The billowing magma merged into a long snake and surrounded the dragon. The flames splashed on the dragon's scales swept away the Yin soldiers climbing the dragon's body. Thousands of Yin soldiers scattered into a black mist under the scorching fire.
The battle was fierce. The dragon swung its head and used its tail as a bow. Pillars of magma flew into the air, gathered and compressed in the void, and the strong monster energy squeezed and collided, turning into a burning arrow, pointing directly at the enemy general.
Fang Juenian, who was in the midst of the chaotic army, suddenly felt that she was being targeted by murderous intent, and the arrow of red flame was pointed at her eyebrows.
Once the dragon shoots an arrow, the arrow will surely drink blood.
Fang Juinian tightened his reins, his dark brown pupils flickered rapidly.
Her face was as pale as paper, and the disappearance of the Yin soldiers caused her to have a splitting headache, and at the same time, the pressure on her body doubled. If she allowed this sharp arrow to pierce through the Yin soldiers, the chance of her being able to resist was very slim.
With a flash of thought in her mind, she kicked the stirrup with both feet, and the horse galloped across the army formation and soared into the sky beside the magma pool.
Fang Juinian turned over and leaped, stepped on the horseback and jumped into the sky, stabbing out the silver spear with all his might.
Millions of Yin soldiers collapsed at the same time, and the scattered black mist gathered towards the silver gun, entangled around the silver gun, and the spiritual energy was compressed sharply, circle after circle around Fang Juinian's body, but in an instant, its momentum did not drop at all wind.
At this moment, the dragon, which had been charged to the extreme, let go of its sharp teeth, and the arrow of red flame flew out. The tail feathers swept across the void, tearing the space apart, and clusters of dark cracks suddenly appeared.
The people on the sidelines of the battle held their breath at the same time, and Yin Qingxue gasped even more. Fang Juinian turned passive into active and met the enemy's blow. Even if he survived by chance, he might not escape serious injury.
Traces of lightning flashed across the sky, and the sharp arrow collided violently with the silver spear.
In an instant, the clouds turned and the fog surged, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
The terrifying spiritual flow entrained the turbulent air waves and collided with the four walls of the arena, shaking the walls violently, causing the entire arena to fall apart, and a hole with a radius of one hundred feet was created out of thin air.
Part of the spiritual pressure overflowed the formation, and the masters of the various sects on the Tianxuan Peak only felt the fierce wind blowing in their faces, and those with low cultivation levels had to be pushed back several steps by the air waves to stand firm.
At the center of the collision, the two forces crushed and devoured each other, making it hard to tell which was better.
But the surrounding void was affected, and countless cracks burst open and closed again. Such a terrifying confrontation of energy, even the body of the Transcending Tribulation Realm may not be able to resist the tearing of the turbulent current.
Yin Qingxue's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she covered her mouth and nose with both hands, so that she could barely restrain the rapid and turbulent emotions, and she couldn't make a sound.
But her shoulders were trembling violently, and tears couldn't stop overflowing her eyes. Mo Changyuan noticed her strangeness, saw her body shaking slightly, as if she was about to fall, so she couldn't help reaching out to hold her shoulders.
With the help of her support, Yin Qingxue struggled to stand firm, her clenched teeth tasted of rust, but her eyes blurred by tears were still fixed on the hanging arena, even though the arena was shrouded in turbulent currents, it was impossible to see The scenes in the rocks are clearly visible.
The smoke and dust on the arena disperse for a long time, the two sides are looking forward to it, and even the general of the demon army can't help but clenched his fists.
The dust and sand on the stage slowly dissipated, gradually revealing a huge black shadow.
Jiaolong curled up between the cracks in the ground, its proud head hung on the ground in embarrassment, above the top of its head stood a figure the size of a palm.
Fang Juinian grabbed the silver spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear pierced Jiaolong's right eye, magma flowed out of Jiaolong's eye, and fell to the ground along the folds of the dragon's head.
The battlefield was silent, and time also froze. One person and one dragon seemed like sculptures, motionless.
Until Fang Juenian drew his silver spear, the dead dragon collapsed on the ground, and there was no further movement. On the top of Profound Sky, someone shouted loudly and let out a howl of extreme surprise.
While most of the people were immersed in the joy of another victory, only a few people were still paying attention to Fang Juinian's movements.
The figure flickered suddenly, staggered and fell off the dragon head.
As soon as she was about to fall to the ground, a gust of red wind was blowing beside her. Yin Qingxue rushed up to the ring first, ignoring the turbulence of the remaining space and cutting every inch of her body.
She hugged Fang Juinian tightly, and checked Fang Juinian's injuries at a loss. Seeing that the other party was like a piece of gold paper, her anger was like a thread, tears welled up in her eyes instantly.
Fang Juinian opened his eyes, his hazy gaze passed over Yin Qingxue's thin shoulders, and he saw a high hanging black shadow.
She was suffocated, her pupils constricted suddenly, and with some strength, she grabbed Yin Qingxue's waist and flew back a few feet.
The black shadow fell, and there was a loud bang, setting off a cloud of dust.
It was a section of flood dragon's tail, it fell silent after falling, it turned out to be a flashback, a false alarm.
"You..." Seeing that Fang Juenian still had the strength to act, Yin Qingxue said in surprise.
But as soon as the sound came out, the person in front of him softened and lay down in her arms, completely losing consciousness.
Yin Qingxue was shocked, and exclaimed with tears in her eyes: "Fang Juinian!"
After calling twice, Fang Juinian woke up and saw that his aura was getting weaker and weaker. Yin Qingxue was so upset that she hurriedly picked up Fang Juinian and jumped off the ring.
Yu Lian's heart, Que Qingyun and the members of the Yuxian Sect rushed up to meet him. Fang Juinian was covered in blood and bruises all over his body. The meridians in his body were cut off, and all internal organs were damaged. No part of his body was intact, and he was hanging on his last breath. Seeing that his life was about to die.
Yin Qingxue was already in tears, holding Fang Juinian and refusing to let go.
In desperation, Yu Lian made a move immediately, trying to release the power of Sen Luo's soul to save her, but was stopped by an unexpected person: "Miss Yu, wait a minute."
Yu Lian looked up puzzled, Que Qingyun was thoughtful.
Immediately, Mo Changyuan approached, took out a elixir from his sleeve and put it into Fang Juinian's mouth, his worried eyes glanced at Yin Qingxue who was out of breath from crying, and then he spoke:
"After this battle, there are still two victories left in the mortal world. Girl Jade preserves her strength. This girl will be handed over to Yuxianmen."
There are no more than ten masters in the tribulation realm. Fang Juinian is Yu Lianxin's protégé. Since he is willing to fight for the common people, there is a high probability that Yu Lianxin will fight in person in the next three games.
Yu Lian didn't expect that Mo Changyuan would take the initiative to show her affection, and Yin Qingxue was also sobbing, looking at her serious master in surprise.
"Don't worry, even if it's just for her contribution today, we will do our best to save her."
Mo Changyuan and Que Qingyun looked at each other, and their tone was calm but firm, "Even if our Jade Immortal Sect doesn't have top experts to fight, we should do our best to save the brave men who charge forward from any worries."
Yin Qingxue's eyes were red, she sobbed and called out "Master", but the rest of the words were stuck in her throat, unable to speak.
Yu Lian's heart flickered, she stared at Mo Changyuan's peaceful eyes for a while, and finally chose to let go.
Yuxianmen does have a unique healing technique, but from Mo Changyuan's eyes, she not only sees life and righteousness, but also selfishness mixed with generosity.
This selfishness is kind, presumably one of the reasons that prompted Mo Changyuan to make a decision was Yin Qingxue.
Before, she didn't trust anyone.
She is never afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice, even if she is facing Que Qingyun, she can devote all her feelings without reservation, but she dare not give [-]% trust.
But later, she retrieved Xuan Gong's memory and got in touch with more and more people.
In her life, there was no longer only Que Qingyun.
Yin Qingxue, Fang Juenian, Dong Mingle...
They subtly changed her temperament, making her willing to believe that there are more and more complicated connections between people than the unswerving affection until death.
Handing Fang Juinian to Yuxianmen, the moment she let go and compromised, she finally made up her mind.
"Master." Yu Lian called Que Qingyun softly in his heart.
The latter seemed to have sensed something, raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were silent, and he was silent.
Yu Lian pursed her lips and smiled, her brows were filled with a brilliance she had never seen before, and she said calmly: "The next game will be left to the disciples."
Today, she has reached a reconciliation with her past self.
Really understood the emperor of Tianxuan ten thousand years ago, and also understood Que Qingyun.
The author has something to say: I am here_(:з」∠)_
The huge body of Jiaolong is like a mountain in the Yin army formation, and the densely packed Yin soldiers are like swarms of ants. Under the blow of Jiaolong, more than a thousand were wiped out, and nearly half of the rest were affected. The formation has been completely broken chaos.
There was chaos in the arena, shouts of killing and roars intersected with each other, Fang Juinian ordered the Yin soldiers not to retreat, regrouped, changed formation, and charged again.
The Yin soldiers lined up in a square formation and rushed towards the dragon without fear of death. The first Yin soldier had just rushed into the magma pool, and the latter followed closely, stepping on the shoulders of the previous one and leaping forward, and the latter went one step further.
Charged one after another in this way, the last row of Yin soldiers crossed the magma pool, avoided the tail of the roaring dragon, and rushed towards the head of the dragon one after another.
They were like wasps, after trying their best to get close to the dragon, they tried their best to plunge the sharp blade in their hands into the gap between the dragon's scales.
Jiaolong was in pain, and let out another scream, and violently flicked its long tail, smashing away one group after another of Yin soldiers.
But the yin soldiers led by Fang Juinian are not afraid of death, even if the former one turns into ashes in front of his eyes, the latter one can still rush forward without changing his face.
They hung on the dragon, more and more, denser and denser, the dragon roared loudly, trying to throw off the densely packed dragons, it rolled on the spot, the magma boiled, and black smoke rose from the surface of the pool.
Every time a Yin soldier was lost, Fang Juinian's face turned paler.
These yin soldiers are connected with her mind and soul, and every shattered yin soldier pierces her skull like a silver needle. At the same time, the more yin soldiers died, the pain she endured multiplied.
But the look in her eyes is firm, and the heart of her eyes is condensed with an unyielding will. This battle can only be won but not defeated!
The surface of Jiaolong's scale armor was covered with a layer of Yin soldiers, no matter how it churned, it still couldn't stop the Yin soldiers from moving forward.
These annoying ants constantly challenged its patience, and finally became uncontrollably furious. Columns of magma burst into the sky, burning the pitch-black sky into a fiery color.
The fierceness of this battle made the hearts of those who watched the battle tremble.
Qing Yu stood on the high platform with her hands behind her back, her face expressionless, and she didn't say a word.
Que Qingyun's frown did not relax for a moment, and from the corner of his eyes, he glanced at Yu Lianxin who was also silent beside him.
The latter's face was as cold as frost, but his five fingers hidden in his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, and deep in those deep and silent pupils, there was an endless torrent surging.
Where the Yuxian Sect crowd was, Yin Qingxue bit her lips tightly, her face turned slightly pale, she clasped her hands, and stared intently at the ring in the distance, her expression was full of worry and worry.
The billowing magma merged into a long snake and surrounded the dragon. The flames splashed on the dragon's scales swept away the Yin soldiers climbing the dragon's body. Thousands of Yin soldiers scattered into a black mist under the scorching fire.
The battle was fierce. The dragon swung its head and used its tail as a bow. Pillars of magma flew into the air, gathered and compressed in the void, and the strong monster energy squeezed and collided, turning into a burning arrow, pointing directly at the enemy general.
Fang Juenian, who was in the midst of the chaotic army, suddenly felt that she was being targeted by murderous intent, and the arrow of red flame was pointed at her eyebrows.
Once the dragon shoots an arrow, the arrow will surely drink blood.
Fang Juinian tightened his reins, his dark brown pupils flickered rapidly.
Her face was as pale as paper, and the disappearance of the Yin soldiers caused her to have a splitting headache, and at the same time, the pressure on her body doubled. If she allowed this sharp arrow to pierce through the Yin soldiers, the chance of her being able to resist was very slim.
With a flash of thought in her mind, she kicked the stirrup with both feet, and the horse galloped across the army formation and soared into the sky beside the magma pool.
Fang Juinian turned over and leaped, stepped on the horseback and jumped into the sky, stabbing out the silver spear with all his might.
Millions of Yin soldiers collapsed at the same time, and the scattered black mist gathered towards the silver gun, entangled around the silver gun, and the spiritual energy was compressed sharply, circle after circle around Fang Juinian's body, but in an instant, its momentum did not drop at all wind.
At this moment, the dragon, which had been charged to the extreme, let go of its sharp teeth, and the arrow of red flame flew out. The tail feathers swept across the void, tearing the space apart, and clusters of dark cracks suddenly appeared.
The people on the sidelines of the battle held their breath at the same time, and Yin Qingxue gasped even more. Fang Juinian turned passive into active and met the enemy's blow. Even if he survived by chance, he might not escape serious injury.
Traces of lightning flashed across the sky, and the sharp arrow collided violently with the silver spear.
In an instant, the clouds turned and the fog surged, and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
The terrifying spiritual flow entrained the turbulent air waves and collided with the four walls of the arena, shaking the walls violently, causing the entire arena to fall apart, and a hole with a radius of one hundred feet was created out of thin air.
Part of the spiritual pressure overflowed the formation, and the masters of the various sects on the Tianxuan Peak only felt the fierce wind blowing in their faces, and those with low cultivation levels had to be pushed back several steps by the air waves to stand firm.
At the center of the collision, the two forces crushed and devoured each other, making it hard to tell which was better.
But the surrounding void was affected, and countless cracks burst open and closed again. Such a terrifying confrontation of energy, even the body of the Transcending Tribulation Realm may not be able to resist the tearing of the turbulent current.
Yin Qingxue's heart suddenly rose to her throat, and she covered her mouth and nose with both hands, so that she could barely restrain the rapid and turbulent emotions, and she couldn't make a sound.
But her shoulders were trembling violently, and tears couldn't stop overflowing her eyes. Mo Changyuan noticed her strangeness, saw her body shaking slightly, as if she was about to fall, so she couldn't help reaching out to hold her shoulders.
With the help of her support, Yin Qingxue struggled to stand firm, her clenched teeth tasted of rust, but her eyes blurred by tears were still fixed on the hanging arena, even though the arena was shrouded in turbulent currents, it was impossible to see The scenes in the rocks are clearly visible.
The smoke and dust on the arena disperse for a long time, the two sides are looking forward to it, and even the general of the demon army can't help but clenched his fists.
The dust and sand on the stage slowly dissipated, gradually revealing a huge black shadow.
Jiaolong curled up between the cracks in the ground, its proud head hung on the ground in embarrassment, above the top of its head stood a figure the size of a palm.
Fang Juinian grabbed the silver spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear pierced Jiaolong's right eye, magma flowed out of Jiaolong's eye, and fell to the ground along the folds of the dragon's head.
The battlefield was silent, and time also froze. One person and one dragon seemed like sculptures, motionless.
Until Fang Juenian drew his silver spear, the dead dragon collapsed on the ground, and there was no further movement. On the top of Profound Sky, someone shouted loudly and let out a howl of extreme surprise.
While most of the people were immersed in the joy of another victory, only a few people were still paying attention to Fang Juinian's movements.
The figure flickered suddenly, staggered and fell off the dragon head.
As soon as she was about to fall to the ground, a gust of red wind was blowing beside her. Yin Qingxue rushed up to the ring first, ignoring the turbulence of the remaining space and cutting every inch of her body.
She hugged Fang Juinian tightly, and checked Fang Juinian's injuries at a loss. Seeing that the other party was like a piece of gold paper, her anger was like a thread, tears welled up in her eyes instantly.
Fang Juinian opened his eyes, his hazy gaze passed over Yin Qingxue's thin shoulders, and he saw a high hanging black shadow.
She was suffocated, her pupils constricted suddenly, and with some strength, she grabbed Yin Qingxue's waist and flew back a few feet.
The black shadow fell, and there was a loud bang, setting off a cloud of dust.
It was a section of flood dragon's tail, it fell silent after falling, it turned out to be a flashback, a false alarm.
"You..." Seeing that Fang Juenian still had the strength to act, Yin Qingxue said in surprise.
But as soon as the sound came out, the person in front of him softened and lay down in her arms, completely losing consciousness.
Yin Qingxue was shocked, and exclaimed with tears in her eyes: "Fang Juinian!"
After calling twice, Fang Juinian woke up and saw that his aura was getting weaker and weaker. Yin Qingxue was so upset that she hurriedly picked up Fang Juinian and jumped off the ring.
Yu Lian's heart, Que Qingyun and the members of the Yuxian Sect rushed up to meet him. Fang Juinian was covered in blood and bruises all over his body. The meridians in his body were cut off, and all internal organs were damaged. No part of his body was intact, and he was hanging on his last breath. Seeing that his life was about to die.
Yin Qingxue was already in tears, holding Fang Juinian and refusing to let go.
In desperation, Yu Lian made a move immediately, trying to release the power of Sen Luo's soul to save her, but was stopped by an unexpected person: "Miss Yu, wait a minute."
Yu Lian looked up puzzled, Que Qingyun was thoughtful.
Immediately, Mo Changyuan approached, took out a elixir from his sleeve and put it into Fang Juinian's mouth, his worried eyes glanced at Yin Qingxue who was out of breath from crying, and then he spoke:
"After this battle, there are still two victories left in the mortal world. Girl Jade preserves her strength. This girl will be handed over to Yuxianmen."
There are no more than ten masters in the tribulation realm. Fang Juinian is Yu Lianxin's protégé. Since he is willing to fight for the common people, there is a high probability that Yu Lianxin will fight in person in the next three games.
Yu Lian didn't expect that Mo Changyuan would take the initiative to show her affection, and Yin Qingxue was also sobbing, looking at her serious master in surprise.
"Don't worry, even if it's just for her contribution today, we will do our best to save her."
Mo Changyuan and Que Qingyun looked at each other, and their tone was calm but firm, "Even if our Jade Immortal Sect doesn't have top experts to fight, we should do our best to save the brave men who charge forward from any worries."
Yin Qingxue's eyes were red, she sobbed and called out "Master", but the rest of the words were stuck in her throat, unable to speak.
Yu Lian's heart flickered, she stared at Mo Changyuan's peaceful eyes for a while, and finally chose to let go.
Yuxianmen does have a unique healing technique, but from Mo Changyuan's eyes, she not only sees life and righteousness, but also selfishness mixed with generosity.
This selfishness is kind, presumably one of the reasons that prompted Mo Changyuan to make a decision was Yin Qingxue.
Before, she didn't trust anyone.
She is never afraid to speculate on others with the greatest malice, even if she is facing Que Qingyun, she can devote all her feelings without reservation, but she dare not give [-]% trust.
But later, she retrieved Xuan Gong's memory and got in touch with more and more people.
In her life, there was no longer only Que Qingyun.
Yin Qingxue, Fang Juenian, Dong Mingle...
They subtly changed her temperament, making her willing to believe that there are more and more complicated connections between people than the unswerving affection until death.
Handing Fang Juinian to Yuxianmen, the moment she let go and compromised, she finally made up her mind.
"Master." Yu Lian called Que Qingyun softly in his heart.
The latter seemed to have sensed something, raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were silent, and he was silent.
Yu Lian pursed her lips and smiled, her brows were filled with a brilliance she had never seen before, and she said calmly: "The next game will be left to the disciples."
Today, she has reached a reconciliation with her past self.
Really understood the emperor of Tianxuan ten thousand years ago, and also understood Que Qingyun.
The author has something to say: I am here_(:з」∠)_
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