The leading monk continued:

"In addition, according to the regulations of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the amount of spiritual banknotes required for repairing damaged nodes in this refining site will be borne by Qingjingzi, the project guardian, alone..."

Before he could finish his words, a boundless evil aura that was so gloomy that was shattered and gloomy that suddenly appeared, covering the sky and the twelve monks.

“What’s the situation?!”

The leading monk and the other eleven people were stunned for a moment.

Then they all raised their heads in shock and looked at the end of the distant sky where the majestic evil spirit came.

I saw a dark and dark tide of dark and dark ghostly aura suddenly blew from there, pointing directly to the direction they were in.

Full of maliciousness.

And in the tide of cold wind that swept over like a vast ocean, there were even layers of ghostly laughter that made people scratch their hearts and lungs:

“Gagahahahahahahaha…”

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill..."

"Hehehehehehehe..."

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The scene was like a very evil ghost king crawling out of the underworld with a grim smile, and bringing hundreds of millions of ghost grandsons back to the world, wanting to kill countless people.

It feels extremely terrifying.

At the same time, after this huge yin wind appeared, the twelve monks were shocked to find that the dusk and sunset hanging thousands of miles to the west had disappeared.

And the originally dim sky suddenly became dark and suddenly fell into the endless night.

"What kind of ghost is this? How could it be so... so fierce and boundless?!" The leading monk shouted in shock and anger.

"This, this kind of breath..."

An old long-bearded monk next to him said horrifiedly: "It has completely surpassed the level of refining essence and qi, right? How could a big ghost of this level appear in this world?!"

"It's almost approaching the level of the soul."

A bald monk on the right said solemnly, "But there is still a distance."

"Don't say too much."

The leading monk whispered seriously, "No matter whether this unknown ghost is at the level of the soul or not, it seems that it is definitely not comparable to us.

Therefore, the current plan is to quickly report the situation to the higher authorities through the cross-border flying book. After the higher authorities open the boundary gate, we will evacuate at a very fast speed.

During this period, you can run as far as you can.”

"Then...we just run like this? Don't you try to deal with it?" asked the bald monk next to him.

"Trouble!"

The leading monk widened his eyes and turned his head and scolded, "How can you do your life if you only have a few hundred spiritual money a month!"

After saying that, he took out a mysterious green sword pill on his own and recited it in a low voice:

"Tiangang black refining, the balls are swords, the illusion swords are Qi, and the confinement wraps my body."

Buzz —

In an instant, the Xumeng Sword Pill turned into a cold sword energy that was as dark as black as thick as a foot long. With a buzzing and trembling, it suddenly merged into one with the leading monk.

Immediately afterwards, his body became empty and turned into a faint floating shadow, flying over a hundred miles in an instant, disappearing into the dark night sky.

Seeing this, the other eleven monks on the scene decisively took out sword pills of various colors such as orange, purple, green, brown, blue, white, gold, etc., and quickly chanted the tricks:

"Dragon scale type 2/Purple lightning type 3/Biyue ninth type... Zhanwan is a sword, the illusion sword is a Qi, and the confinement is a body of my body!"

Buzz —

Buzz —

Buzz —

In an instant, the eleven monks also changed their shapes and turned into eleven sword lights of various colors, chasing the leading monks who were moving far away.

Swallows!

But this group of people had a total of twelve sword lights. After flying thousands of miles in one breath, they found that they... still could not escape the boundless Yin Qi.

Moreover, as they galloped farther and farther, the vast yin energy that lingered around became more and more profound and evil, and the sound of giggling and teeth grinding came one after another.

It was as if their flying direction was clearly far away from the ghosts, but in fact, they were getting closer and closer to the ghosts.

The leading monk noticed this first.

So he immediately stopped flying and calculated with a serious look on his face.

The other eleven sword energy also stagnated around him.

Everyone looked at the surging torrent of Yin Qi around them in surprise.

"It's a disaster! The entire world was turned upside down by some powerful yin power and tampered with the direction."

The leading monk who had calculated the face became extremely ugly, "We have...fallen into a huge maze of time and space."

"Then...what should we do now?"

The bald monk said in a panic, "We, where should we escape?"

"For the sake of this plan, we can only try our best to find the omissions in the operation of this Qiankun Mystery Domain, and then..."

The leading monk said solemnly, "Gather all the magic powers of our twelve people, attack the missing parts of the mystery domain, and break through this domain..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge blood moon slowly emerged from the dark sky, and he was dripping bloody rain towards the earth.

At the same time, a trembling and panic-like spirit suddenly descended into the vast night sky a hundred miles away.

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Dripping with bloody rain, the twelve people looked at the ghost-headed evil dragon that suddenly appeared a hundred miles away with a dull look on their faces.

"That's... Qingjingzi's face!"

The leading monk said in disbelief, "How could she...how did she become like this? What happened in this world...?"

roar!!!

A hundred miles away, the evil dragon roared to the sky, and his long tail swung and rushed towards the twelve monks who were retreating in panic.

...

Fifty thousand miles away, the former site of the Song Dynasty.

Chen Sanyu, who was sitting cross-legged in the sky, waited quietly for half a cup of tea and saw that the huge blood moon appeared again in the sky.

This sign means that the ghost-headed evil dragon has returned now.

So he smiled and said, "The efficiency is quite high. I will solve the group of people so quickly."

Accompanied by Chen Sanyu's leisurely voice, the ghost-headed evil dragon also stirred up the storm of thousands of miles, and flew back not far ahead of him with a majestic momentum.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! With a roar, the turbid black ghost hair of the Evil Dragon dispersed quietly, shaking off twelve broken blood corpses, seven or eight shoveling light sword pills and five or six palm-sized Qiankun bags, allowing them to slowly fly to Chen Sanyu.

"Yeah, not bad."

Chen Sanyu nodded with satisfaction, "Although the body is full of vitality and death, it is extremely ugly, but the soul is complete.

Their flying swords and magic weapons were not completely damaged. It was very good, and the strength was still OK."

As he said that, he raised his hand and grabbed the weak soul hidden among the twelve corpses.

The many sword pills and Qiankun bags also slowly flew to Chen Sanyu along with these Xumeng souls.

"Shenmaru..."

While Chen Sanyu took out the memories of the twelve souls in a scattered manner, he picked up a meatball emitting brown glow from the pile of ping-pong ball-sized shoveling sword balls in front of him and observed them nearby.

Judging from Qingjingzi's memory, most of the so-called cultivators in Qianxuan World like or popularize the use of flying swords.

However, it is different from the fairy tale cultivation novel in the general sense.

The flying swords of the monks Qianxuan have neither sword hilt nor sword grids. They are not controlled by the palm of their body, but driven by the spiritual consciousness.

And when fighting or escaping, monk Qianxuan will also spread the sword pill with different attributes into a so-called [Qi Sword] that looks like virtual and real through a process called [Shanwan Wan].

Then use a method called [火光] to merge one's form and spirit with the [Qi Sword] formed by the sword pill.

As for the so-called [光], it is a method of unity of man and sword that includes both fusion and wrapping.

Under the influence of this strange method, monks in the semi-virtual and half-real state of [Qi Jian Gua] will basically be immune to most physical attacks.

Including many low-level energy attacks, they will also be invalid.

Unless it is an extremely high-level energy impact, even if a large-scale nuclear bomb explodes around the Qianxuan monk, it will not be able to harm their true bodies.

The method of cultivator Gan Xuan's flying sword attack and killing is mainly to differentiate thousands of sword lights from the Qi sword itself.

Either perform various sword techniques with a single sword light, or arrange arrays with a large number of sword lights.

Thus, various forms of killing attacks are carried out on the enemy, such as high-speed slashing, high-frequency slashing, multi-directional strangulation, coverage bombing, etc.
To be continued...