Seeing Zhen Yunyin smashing on the wall of the hall, dispelling the black air, but Xiao Hua's heart fell to the bottom, icy.
I saw that under the black air, the liquid like black water had covered the entire wall, and the black brilliance that had been smashed out by the Zhenyun Seal before flashed and flashed at this time. Although it was dimmed a lot, it was not annihilated!
Xiao Hua's most powerful magic weapon Zhenyunyin can't break through the blood formation presided over by Zhang Qingxiao!
Seeing that Zhenyunyin's attack was ineffective, Xiao Hua quickly grabbed his hand, Zhenyunyin rolled a few times in the air, and flew to the top of Xiao Hua's head, a cluster of bronze-colored brilliance with red silk held Xiao Hua firmly protect.
And Zhang Qingxiao held the array flag in his hand, still looked at Xiao Hua with great interest, and didn't mean to do anything!
Waiting for Zhen Yunyin to protect his figure, Xiao Hua was relieved, looked up at the strange cultivator in front of him, bowed and said: "Junior Yu Lei Zong Xiao Hua, I don't know what to call senior?"
"Well, I know your name is Xiao Hua!" Zhang Qingxiao said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, unable to tell whether it was a sneer or joy.
"Oh? Does the senior know the junior?" Xiao Hua was taken aback.
Zhang Qingxiao nodded: "I know you, but you don't know me!"
Zhang Qingxiao said the words "you, me" very smoothly, making people not feel that it was the words of the senior to the junior, and it was precisely because of this that Xiao Hua was very surprised, staring at Zhang Qingxiao for a long time, he still shook his head and said: " I'm sorry, senior this junior still can't remember."
Zhang Qingxiao looked at Xiao Hua who was on guard, and said: "Although you don't know the name of the old man, you must also know the reason of the old man, right?"
Zhang Qingxiao obviously realized something was wrong, so he changed his words immediately.
"Need to say? The senior must be a monk of the Heavenly Demon Sect!" Xiao Hua's face was very flat, looking at Zhang Qingxiao's eyes and said: "This is the first time for the junior to see a disciple of your sect today, and he has never met one before. I have been there before, and this junior came to Lingpei Villa today just to participate in the spirit meeting, and never thought of conflicting with the disciples of your sect. Moreover, this junior does not want to participate in any grievances between your sect and this Lingpei Villa. If the senior is willing, This junior can swear a blood oath not to tell anything about this place"
"Hey, what a blood oath! In this world only the dead can truly keep secrets!" Zhang Qingxiao said coldly as if he had thought of something.
"The senior will absolutely not let the junior go out alive today?" Xiao Hua squinted his eyes and calculated vigorously in his heart.
"Perhaps!" Zhang Qingxiao lazily stretched his waist, the small flag in his hand shook slightly, and immediately separated a few blood-colored brilliance from the small flag, which flashed away in the black air, and at the same time, a distant In the black air, bursts of screams sounded, it was those Lan Lizong disciples who were still struggling.
"I'm afraid I'm going to use that consumable Magical Artifact!" Xiao Hua's expression on his face remained unchanged, but his hands were clenched into fists: "But that Magical Artifact needs to be a little closer to be useful, if it is avoided by this guy today, it will be troublesome Already!"
However, he immediately hesitated again: "This magic weapon is only said to be useful for monks whose cultivation base is one level higher than mine, and it is not said to be a magic cultivator. I really don't know if it can be used?"
After dozens of screams, Zhang Qingxiao waved the small flag again, black light flickered on the four walls of the hall, and the black air was absorbed by the four walls like a giant whale swallowing water, revealing a clear and bright hall.
Of course, on the hall at this time, except for the monk named Qingyu who was holding a small flag in fear, the rest of the monks were lying on the ground, gradually turning into black blood.
"Qingyu has met the suzerain!" Qingyu walked up to Zhang Qingxiao and saluted respectfully.
"What's going on here?" Zhang Qingxiao grabbed his hand, and the small flag in Qingyu's hand flew into his hand. He frowned and asked, "Didn't you say that the deputy suzerain here has something to do? Why did you make such a mess? How many monks are coming?"
"Deputy suzerain?" Qing Yu was taken aback for a moment, and said in a daze, "disciple I don't know what's going on with the deputy suzerain. This blood formation is Senior Brother Chang"
Waiting for Qingyu to finish explaining the whole story, Xiao Hua, who was on guard in the distance, couldn't laugh or cry.
It turned out that this Qingyu was a disciple of Hu Ming in Lingpei Villa, but he had always been unsuccessful. Although his cultivation was good, his status was not high, so Qingyu joined the Tianmo Sect by chance. The Heavenly Demon Sect promised Qingyu the status of the owner of Lingpei Villa, and today is the day when Qingyu uses the power of Changhuan to set up a blood formation here to wipe out Hu Ming and his henchmen in Lingpei Villa.
"What about the dead Yin Meng?" Zhang Qingxiao looked at Yin Meng's corpse and asked.
"The disciple doesn't know either." Qing Yu smiled wryly than Xiao Hua: "The disciple only knows that Yin Meng and Hu Ming have always been rivals, but because they are both disciples of the Lanli Sect, they dare not tear each other apart."? " Zhang Qingxiao asked pressingly.
"This" Xiao Hua's expression changed suddenly, and he said, "Senior, don't you think I asked too much?"
Afterwards, he came to his senses again and said, "Could it be possible that the senior met the junior at that time?"
"Now I am asking you, not you!" Zhang Qingxiao sneered: "Besides, I have just asked, if you want your life, you should answer obediently!"
"What if the junior doesn't want to answer anymore?" Xiao Hua smiled coldly, and with a little hand, the Zhenyun Seal on top of his head immediately "buzzed", the bronze brilliance flourished, and strips of aura were attracted to Zhen Yunyin, Causing gusts of cool wind.
"Hmph, it's just an incomplete magic weapon, not worth mentioning in the eyes of this old man!" Zhang Qingxiao also snorted, shaking the small flag in his hand: "The old man only needs to activate the blood array to shield the surrounding world's aura , how much mana can be used by magic weapons in the body of a monk in the Qi refining period?"
When Xiao Hua heard it, his face immediately turned pale (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)( Remember the URL of this website: www.hlnovel.com