Chapter: 550
There are as many as six or seven hundred monks who have entered the immeasurable mirage this time. How spectacular is the scene of so many monks falling down together.
Moreover, falling from such a height, even a person with a body like a giant armor, will definitely die.
Everyone is urging their spiritual power, but the spiritual power in their bodies is like a pool of stagnant water, and they can't be mobilized no matter what. Those monks who don't know are in a state of confusion, scolding even more fiercely, and some people are crying that they haven't lived enough. Don't want to die yet.
Lu Ye recorded this situation in the information he bought from the Tianji Business Alliance, so he didn't panic. He just tried to mobilize his spiritual power over and over again.
Moreover, in the process of falling, the figures of the people are also floating around uncontrollably. This situation seems to be that everyone has been involved in a chaotic wind current. They can only drift with the current and cannot control their own movements. It feels extremely bad .
The mustache monk and the giant armor were not far from Lu Ye, but after falling down for a while, they disappeared, and they didn't know where they went.
Amidst screams of panic, everyone was getting closer and closer to the ground. It wasn't until about ten feet away that the rapidly falling figure was strongly cushioned, and the speed dropped sharply.
When they were three feet away from the ground, the power that restrained everyone suddenly disappeared.
The monks who were prepared mobilized their spiritual power at the first time to avoid the fate of falling. Those who were not prepared were unlucky, and fell down one by one in various strange postures. Although this height could not kill the monks, but It's a bit disgruntled anyway.
When Lu Ye fell asleep, he took advantage of the situation and turned somersaults forward, then stood up, pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, secretly urged by his spiritual power, and looked around.
There is no one else, only myself in the vicinity. The location is a street. There are many shop-like buildings on both sides of the street, but most of these buildings look dilapidated.
When they entered Xianyuan City just now, everyone's formation was disrupted. Originally, it was very advantageous for the monks of the three forces to gather together. Take a lot of time.
This is undoubtedly good news for those casual cultivators who are alone and alone. In a short period of time, they don't have to worry about encountering groups of hostile monks.
"Who trespassed on Tianyuan City! Take it down for me!" A roar came into Lu Ye's ears, and then there was a fierce confrontation from a nearby street, as well as fluctuations in spiritual power.
Lu Ye was listening intently, when he saw two figures rushing out from the corner, running straight in his direction. They looked panic-stricken, as if there were some scourge behind them.
Two unlucky ghosts! Lu Ye cursed inwardly, quickly looked around, and saw a lantern hanging at the door of a shop not far away. Without even thinking about it, Feng Xing braced his legs, rushed out like lightning, came to the shop, stretched out his hand and pushed it, Pushing the store door open, he dodged and hid in.
After closing the store door, Lu Ye looked out through the crack of the door, and saw that the two monks who were being chased hadn't run far, and then a bright rope flew out. It's like a spell to lock the enemy, somewhat similar to the rumored Spirit Binding Lock.
The spirit-binding lock flew straight towards one of the soldier cultivators, and that soldier cultivator was really good, he slashed out with a backhand blow during the attack, smashing the spell into pieces, and snorted coldly: "Small skills!"
As soon as the words fell, four or five spirit-binding locks flew over, entangled him as if spiritually, and directly tied him into a zongzi.
The soldier fell to the ground with a groan, trying to break free, but the more he struggled, the closer the spirit-binding lock was strangling him, and he was a little out of breath.
"What kind of skill is it to fight more and less? It's a kind of heads-up!" the monk yelled.
Several figures passed him silently and chased after another monk.
In just ten breaths, there was a scream not far away.
Soon, the monk who ran away was also tied up, and the two looked at each other, speechless and crying.
Through the crack of the door, Lu Ye saw that besides the two bound monks, there were several men in armor, the first one had a long feather on his helmet.
This is Xianyuanwei, which can be regarded as the guarding army of Xianyuan City. After Xianyuan City was destroyed for some reason, the guarding army in the city turned into spirit bodies. My job is to guard the city.
This is the biggest trouble in Xianyuan City, and it is also the last thing the monks who come here want to encounter.
Because Xianyuanwei's average cultivation base is at the eighth or ninth level, some of the leading small captains are even comparable to the seventh level, and it is said that there is also a guarding army commanding them.
As for the cultivation level of the city lord of Xianyuan City... No one knows, and none of the monks who entered the city lord's mansion came out alive.
Xianyuanwei is not easy to mess with, they basically act together in a small team of about five or six people, each team has a small captain, such a team would not dare to be provoked by ordinary monks. JrNovels.com
Moreover, falling from such a height, even a person with a body like a giant armor, will definitely die.
Everyone is urging their spiritual power, but the spiritual power in their bodies is like a pool of stagnant water, and they can't be mobilized no matter what. Those monks who don't know are in a state of confusion, scolding even more fiercely, and some people are crying that they haven't lived enough. Don't want to die yet.
Lu Ye recorded this situation in the information he bought from the Tianji Business Alliance, so he didn't panic. He just tried to mobilize his spiritual power over and over again.
Moreover, in the process of falling, the figures of the people are also floating around uncontrollably. This situation seems to be that everyone has been involved in a chaotic wind current. They can only drift with the current and cannot control their own movements. It feels extremely bad .
The mustache monk and the giant armor were not far from Lu Ye, but after falling down for a while, they disappeared, and they didn't know where they went.
Amidst screams of panic, everyone was getting closer and closer to the ground. It wasn't until about ten feet away that the rapidly falling figure was strongly cushioned, and the speed dropped sharply.
When they were three feet away from the ground, the power that restrained everyone suddenly disappeared.
The monks who were prepared mobilized their spiritual power at the first time to avoid the fate of falling. Those who were not prepared were unlucky, and fell down one by one in various strange postures. Although this height could not kill the monks, but It's a bit disgruntled anyway.
When Lu Ye fell asleep, he took advantage of the situation and turned somersaults forward, then stood up, pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, secretly urged by his spiritual power, and looked around.
There is no one else, only myself in the vicinity. The location is a street. There are many shop-like buildings on both sides of the street, but most of these buildings look dilapidated.
When they entered Xianyuan City just now, everyone's formation was disrupted. Originally, it was very advantageous for the monks of the three forces to gather together. Take a lot of time.
This is undoubtedly good news for those casual cultivators who are alone and alone. In a short period of time, they don't have to worry about encountering groups of hostile monks.
"Who trespassed on Tianyuan City! Take it down for me!" A roar came into Lu Ye's ears, and then there was a fierce confrontation from a nearby street, as well as fluctuations in spiritual power.
Lu Ye was listening intently, when he saw two figures rushing out from the corner, running straight in his direction. They looked panic-stricken, as if there were some scourge behind them.
Two unlucky ghosts! Lu Ye cursed inwardly, quickly looked around, and saw a lantern hanging at the door of a shop not far away. Without even thinking about it, Feng Xing braced his legs, rushed out like lightning, came to the shop, stretched out his hand and pushed it, Pushing the store door open, he dodged and hid in.
After closing the store door, Lu Ye looked out through the crack of the door, and saw that the two monks who were being chased hadn't run far, and then a bright rope flew out. It's like a spell to lock the enemy, somewhat similar to the rumored Spirit Binding Lock.
The spirit-binding lock flew straight towards one of the soldier cultivators, and that soldier cultivator was really good, he slashed out with a backhand blow during the attack, smashing the spell into pieces, and snorted coldly: "Small skills!"
As soon as the words fell, four or five spirit-binding locks flew over, entangled him as if spiritually, and directly tied him into a zongzi.
The soldier fell to the ground with a groan, trying to break free, but the more he struggled, the closer the spirit-binding lock was strangling him, and he was a little out of breath.
"What kind of skill is it to fight more and less? It's a kind of heads-up!" the monk yelled.
Several figures passed him silently and chased after another monk.
In just ten breaths, there was a scream not far away.
Soon, the monk who ran away was also tied up, and the two looked at each other, speechless and crying.
Through the crack of the door, Lu Ye saw that besides the two bound monks, there were several men in armor, the first one had a long feather on his helmet.
This is Xianyuanwei, which can be regarded as the guarding army of Xianyuan City. After Xianyuan City was destroyed for some reason, the guarding army in the city turned into spirit bodies. My job is to guard the city.
This is the biggest trouble in Xianyuan City, and it is also the last thing the monks who come here want to encounter.
Because Xianyuanwei's average cultivation base is at the eighth or ninth level, some of the leading small captains are even comparable to the seventh level, and it is said that there is also a guarding army commanding them.
As for the cultivation level of the city lord of Xianyuan City... No one knows, and none of the monks who entered the city lord's mansion came out alive.
Xianyuanwei is not easy to mess with, they basically act together in a small team of about five or six people, each team has a small captain, such a team would not dare to be provoked by ordinary monks. JrNovels.com
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