Chapter 632

Now that Hua Ci is in the Lingxi battlefield, her cultivation has reached her limit, and she has no way to improve, so she lowers her cultivation again and again to refine the Ten Thousand Poison Pearl.

The toxicity of Wan Poison Beads is not only related to the amount of cultivation that Hua Ci consumed when refining them, but also related to the toxicity of the poison that Hua Ci devoured.

The sound of crackling can be heard endlessly, looking around, it seems that there are countless thunder snakes falling from the sky, and on the top of the mine, a huge magic circle is blooming with light, all kinds of complex patterns are constantly flashing, and every thunderbolt falls , all accompanied by screams, one after another.

Lightning array!

The killing formation that Lu Ye deployed the most was the explosion formation, because this formation was simple enough and had good lethality. Once someone stepped into it, it could cause a certain degree of blow to the enemy.

But this doesn't mean that he can only set up explosion circles.

If the many spirit patterns he has mastered are used as the core in the formation, he can arrange a corresponding formation.

The formation with the Thunder Inducing Spirit Pattern as the core is the Thunder Inducing Array.

The formation with the golden arc spirit pattern as the core is the golden arc formation.

The formation with the Yanhuo spirit pattern as the core is the Yanhuo formation.

He arranged the formation on the rock wall above in advance, which no one had thought of. The Wanmo Ridge only cared about breaking the formation in front of it, but never thought that there was a huge crisis coming from above.

For a while, as Lu Ye activated the power of the formation, the scene became more lively.

The blazing white thunder, the golden arc-shaped slash, and the fiery red fire snake, following the operation of formations, fell from above like a torrential rain.

The power of these formations is actually not too great. Normally, even monks at the fifth and sixth levels can withstand it. However, at this moment, many monks on the Wanmo Ridge are troubled by the poisonous fog, and their strength is greatly damaged. At this time, the power of the attacking formation is particularly deadly.

There was a smell of burnt flesh accompanied by the smell of blood, and many life forms were annihilated in the green poisonous mist, one after another, seemingly endless.

The thick green poisonous mist filled every corner of the mine, not only the monks in Wanmo Ridge couldn't see Lu Ye's figure clearly, Lu Ye couldn't see where they were either.

But this has no effect on him. Now in this mine, except himself, everyone else is an enemy, so he only needs to guide the power of the formation to cover the place with the most vitality.

"Break the formation above!" Finally someone came to his senses and yelled.

In an instant, many attacks blasted towards the rock wall above, the crushed stones fell, and formations were annihilated one after another.

At this time, the formation that Lu Ye had arranged in the mine was almost flattened by the monks from Wanmo Ridge. Although a large number of monks fell to the ground, there were always some stronger ones who could continue to persevere.

However, when those angry monks from Wanmo Ridge rushed to Lu Ye's original location, they found that he could not be found at all.

Naturally, Lu Ye couldn't just stand there and wait.

Today's chaotic and invisible environment has given him enough space to play perfectly, and he doesn't even need to distinguish who is an enemy and who is a friend. Wherever he passes by, wherever there is vitality and breath, a knife Cutting over, there are always screams and blood spattering.

Song Zhui's voice sounded in the chaos: "Each of us form a group nearby, the police guard against attacks and kills, and report Lu Yiye's location in time!"

However, his voice was quickly drowned out by chaotic shouts.

Realizing that Lu Ye was wandering and hunting, all the cultivators in Wanmo Ridge became tense. Whenever someone dared to approach him, he would immediately activate the killing move and attack him. Many accidental injuries occurred in a short time, causing more incidents. Quarreling and yelling.

The scene became completely chaotic.

Song Zhui secretly scolded a group of people who were not on the stage, but he also knew that under such a situation, everyone would become nervous. He was horrified to find that if this situation continued, Lu Yiye wanted to kill two thousand people alone. It doesn't seem like something is impossible.

Among other things, the monks below the fourth level basically have no power to resist, and all of them are limp on the ground. He asked some third-layer monks to clean up the collapsed mine tunnel, but those monks didn't last long, and now they all collapsed there.

The smell of blood became more and more intense, and the screams have not stopped since the beginning, and the vitality is lost and annihilated in their respective perceptions. In the poisonous mist where you can't stretch your fingers, Lu Ye is like an envoy of ecstasy , Wherever they passed, there was a bloodbath, and the monks of Wanmo Ridge had no resistance at all.

And with the passage of time, the monks of Wanmo Ridge were more and more affected by the poisonous fog, and their strength would become weaker and weaker. It became easier and easier for Lu Ye to kill.

Until a certain moment, Lu Ye met a difficult person.

Since the formation arranged on the top of the cave was destroyed, he wandered around to kill the enemy. No matter what the opponent's original cultivation level was, he basically killed it with one blow.

But at this moment, when he slashed at a body repairer with a big arm and a round waist, the opponent's originally weak aura suddenly burst into a powerful aura, and he blocked Lu Ye's knife with a armguard-like spiritual weapon on his arm. At the same time, another big palm-like hand grabbed at him, gritted his teeth and shouted: "I found you!"

Lu Ye immediately realized that this guy's weakness just now was either a disguise, or he used some secret technique that could stimulate his own strength.

And the moment the opponent made a move, the cultivation base of the ninth level was also exposed.

With so many monks from Wanmo Ridge, there must be Ninth-Layer Boundaries, not to mention that Song Zhui is Ninth-Layer Boundary, there must be others.

So even though Lu Ye was wandering and hunting, he didn't relax his vigilance.

He had a little impression of this big-armed physique, who was standing not far from Song Zhui just now.

The physical cultivation of the ninth floor is naturally Wei Zhong.

Although he and several other ninth-layers were shocked by Lu Ye's methods and ruthlessness, they all came from extraordinary backgrounds. Facing such a situation, they didn't panic, and instead waited for a good opportunity in dormancy.

It can be said that Lu Ye hit him right in the middle of his arms. In this way, Lu Ye would be exposed in front of his eyes. Even if he failed to take Lu Ye down immediately, Song Zhui and others would definitely be able to react if he entangled him a little. When the time comes, everyone will join forces, even if their strength plummets at this moment, it will be enough to take down Lu Ye.

As long as Lu Ye can be captured, the crisis can be touched, and the rest is to clear the mine and leave here.

That's what he thought, but when he reached out to grab Lu Ye, it was in vain.

Lu Ye's reaction was undoubtedly faster than he expected.

The moment he realized something was wrong, he took advantage of his strength to retreat, and at the same time he raised his left hand, pinching it all the time, and a strange treasure that was ready to go turned into a streamer, and attacked Wei Zhong.

At this moment, Wei Zhong felt cold all over his body. It was an instinctive response to a fatal crisis. passionate.