Chapter 267

Soul Dingtian secretly scolded: "the person who arranges such an array is definitely not a good person, and his mind is extremely vicious!"

He didn't think about it. It was a mountain protection array at the door of someone else's house, not arranged at the door of his house.

It was his impure mind and greedy heart that ran to someone else's house to rob. It's also the owner's fault. Obviously, he wants to be a bitch and set up a memorial archway.

"It was your disciple last time, and I can't take advantage of Taoist friends!"

Jing Yunfeng turned his head and looked at Qingming ancient people and said, "I Qingming ancient people are not afraid of hardship, sacrifice and dedication. Who is willing to try?"

Qingming ancient people, I see you, you see me, but no one is willing to stand up.

They have seen the end of the soul hall man. Even so are the soul hall disciples of the body of Yang God, not to mention their flesh and blood.

If you are careless, you will definitely die, and you may end up with no bones.

Qingming ancient people have such family rules. They are not afraid of hardship, sacrifice and dedication, but everyone will have resistance if they let people die.

Jing Yunfeng was disappointed to see this scene. This is the ancient Qingming nationality. He said that he would not be afraid of hardship, sacrifice and dedication, but in the end, he was just a coward.

I don't know. Is it right or wrong to attack Qinglian sword sect with such a group of people?

The dignified Qingming ancient clan had no blood at all, and could not be compared with the people in the soul hall, which made him feel ashamed.

Although the disciple of the soul hall died with honor, no one appointed soldiers and generals. He was able to come forward enthusiastically.

Looking at the ancient Qingming clan, no one dares to stand up.

Although the people in the soul hall didn't say anything, their eyes fell on this side and looked at the Qingming ancient people because they looked at a group of cowards.

This made him feel hot on his face, and the old face couldn't hang up. He said in a deep voice, "is no one willing? We've come in now, there's no way back, and we have to be on the line. Since you don't want to, let me set an example for you."

"Patriarch..."

Just then, one of the crowd finally spoke.

When Jing Yunfeng heard the voice, he was immediately happy. It seems that there are still warriors in Qingming ancient family.

In this way, he found a lost face. He didn't feel so hot on his old face. He looked at the man with a happy smile.

But the next moment, the man was serious and concerned: "patriarch, it's inappropriate for you to try the method by yourself. I hope you can be safe and careful!"

"Ha ha..."

The people in the soul hall immediately burst into a burst of laughter, but the other people of the Qingming ancient clan turned red and wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.

However, everyone made an evaluation of the man from the bottom of their heart. This is a second goods, funny comparison.

Jing Yunfeng just showed a trace of comfort. After hearing this, he listened to the roaring laughter, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

Jing Yunfeng's old face couldn't hang. He was a little angry and ashamed. He bent his fingers into claws and clawed at the talking clansman.

A mysterious force gushed out of his hand, sucked the man over, threw him to the ground, and said gloomily, "it's you. Since you're so brave, you'll take the responsibility. Go!"

This man keeps complaining. What's his good waste?

Feeling Jing Yunfeng's murderous eyes, he stood up from the ground, crept, timidly walked to the edge of the sea, tried several times, didn't dare to fly out, and looked back at Jing Yunfeng.

Jing Yunfeng glared and said, "go, I remember you have a sister. If you encounter misfortune, I will take good care of her, and all cultivation resources will be inclined to her."

This man is not too stupid. Jing Yunfeng could still hear his pun.

Jing Yunfeng specifically pointed out his sister, which has two meanings.

First, if he really encounters an accident, her sister can be taken care of by Jing Yunfeng in the family, and the cultivation resources will definitely be inclined to his sister.

Another meaning is to threaten. If he doesn't do it, he and his sister will never feel better. I don't know if they can live in the future.

The man was cruel. He bit his teeth for his sister. He leaned forward and lay down. He showed his skill of flying and flew forward with a sharp knife.

The man flew all the way forward close to the tip of the knife. The guillotine falling in the air did not cut off with him, and returned to the air two inches behind his head.

The soul was overjoyed and said, "it seems that this method is feasible!"

However, just after the sound fell, a shocking scene suddenly happened.

"Poof, poof, poof..."

I saw the Qingming ancient people who had been flying smoothly, and the sharp knife under him suddenly stabbed at his body.

"Poof, poof, poof..."

The sharp blade directly pierced his inferior magic robe, and a sharp knife pierced his body into a wasp's nest, bursting with blood.

"Ah..."

A terrible scream came into the people's ears. When they looked again, the man was dead.

Almost every sharp knife was worn against his body. It was terrible. Even the inferior magic robe of Lingbao could not be defended, let alone his flesh and blood. Even his bones were easily cut when they met these blades.

"This, this, it's too miserable. It doesn't give people a way to live!"

The crowd was silent, and their backs were cold. If the sword sea didn't move, it would be cool.

Jing Yunfeng's face is also gloomy to the extreme. This array kills opportunities step by step. It doesn't give people a way to live. It's like a feast of death.

"I'm your second uncle..."

Soul Dingtian cursed. Rao Shi, as a strong immortal in cold spring, was not angry. At the same time, he flashed in his hand and took out a scepter.

Holding the scepter in his hand, he angrily waved it to the air. A magnificent soul force, like an energy ball, suddenly blasted towards the guillotine.

"Boom..."

The majestic force hit the guillotine, but the guillotine trembled slightly and was not broken.

Although this guillotine is not a real guillotine, it is no different from a real guillotine. It gathers the power of the whole mountain range, the power of heaven and earth, and the continuous power of Qinglian secret place, which is derived from the nine palaces and eight gates.

It is almost impossible for him, a strong immortal in the cold spring, to break such majestic power, unless his power is enough to destroy a world.

However, although he didn't break the guillotine, he seemed to annoy the array space, and a knife suddenly fell in the air.

"Whew, whew, whew..."

A small sharp blade shot from the air towards the soul Dingtian. Although the target of these knives was the soul Dingtian, it affected the fish pond.

The dense knives are like the rain. The soul is the most terrible and dense on the top of the head.

"Look, there's a knife in the sky."

"No, go back."

Someone saw the opportunity quickly, his body flashed, and immediately separated from the soul Dingtian.

But the place was so big that it quickly retreated to the edge and could not retreat any more.

The crowd propped up Xuanli shield one after another, but the knife rain was too fast and too sudden. Still, many people were hit by the majestic knife rain before they had time to respond.

"Poof, poof, poof..."

These knives are very sharp. They are made of the sharpest Geng gold gas in the world. Even the inferior Lingbao can easily penetrate.

Many of them don't have inferior Lingbao protectors or robes, and most of them are top-grade Lingbao.

"Ah, ah..."

"Woo ~"

A terrible wail resounded through the whole array space. More than 180 people on both sides were killed and injured in an instant.

When the knife rain came down, countless soul hall disciples were blasted, the Yang God dissipated, turned into a wisp of heaven and earth aura and returned to heaven and earth.

Soul hall disciples die simply. Even the corpse capital will not be left. They are clean and tidy. People die and their bodies die.

The death faces of the ancient Qingming people are ugly. Their bodies are much more miserable than the people who died in the sword sea.

A person's body is pierced to death, and some of his head blossoms instantly. In an instant, he doesn't know how many knives have been stabbed.

After they died, their bodies fell into a pool of blood and were still ravaged by the rain of knives. The blades falling from the sky chopped their bodies into meat mud. This is really terrible and terrible.

Those who had already propped up the Xuanli shield were terrified when they saw the piles of meat mud mixed with blood on the ground.

At this moment, they had no mind to complain about the soul of the culprit, and a desperate fear spread in their hearts.

They just want to get out of here and leave this ghost place. They have never seen purgatory, but they want to come here, which is no less than purgatory.

Everyone who survived had a cold back and a low heart. If they could, they would rather not have been here all their life.

But there is no if in life. Every step will leave footprints in the long river of time. There is no hypothesis. If you choose wrong, you have to pay a price.

"Bang, bang, bang, Bang..."

The violent knife rain hit the mysterious power shield of the people. Although the shield was not broken at once, each knife falling would consume their huge mysterious power. This is like a downpour of knives, which makes their mysterious power consume quickly.

Finally someone shouted, "Xuanli is consuming too fast. I can't support it."

Many people's Xuanli shield is crumbling. In such a moment, some people have begun to take drugs.

Many people looked at their shaky Xuanli shield and felt the Xuanli that was almost bottoming out. They couldn't help but feel anxious and confused.

Once the Xuanli shield is broken, they can expect to know their fate. Looking at the fallen disciples, they can't even save a pool of meat mud, leaving only a pool of meat sauce.

The bright red meat sauce, without any intact skin, flows on the ground like eggplant sauce.

"Patriarch, I can't stand it. My Xuanli is almost exhausted."

"Patriarch, we don't have many pills to restore Xuanli. We're almost out of them."

"Patriarch, do something quickly. I don't want to die here, sobbing..."

Some people have burst into tears. This is definitely the most terrible place they have been in their life. If they are lucky to live, this will definitely become their nightmare, and Qinglian sword sect will definitely become their lifelong nightmare and demons.