At this time, on the battlefield of the war, dozens of monks were still busy. They moved the corpses of the Witch warriors to the open space, then took off their clothes and armor, searched them carefully, and then put all the found items on the ground.
In a special place, the corpses are placed in a special open space. Over the corpse area, there is a faint cyan smoke floating, and then it turns into a rain of vitality.
According to Wei Yuan's instructions, these corpses should be placed like this for three days. When the poisonous gas in the corpses dissipates, Qing Ming will convert it into spiritual rain. After three days, these corpses will be transported to the designated area for burial. The area Wei Yuan is currently pointing to
The edge of the dense forest at the foot of the mountain. After three days, the boundary will expand there.
Seeing with his own eyes the gifts from heaven and earth, and the fact that after killing the witch clan, Qing Ming transformed their mana and poison into the nutrients of the realm, Wei Yuan suddenly felt a little shuddered for some reason. The background of this world may be worse than Wei Yuan thought.
is much more cruel.
It was getting late, and the surroundings were already dark, but the sky above the realm was full of sunset, burning like fire. Suddenly the red of the sunset became thick and sticky, the sky suddenly darkened, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing, and everyone's heart felt like it was pressing down.
He hit a huge boulder and it became difficult to breathe.
Wei Yuan looked up at the sky and saw the sunset turning into blood clouds.
Witch blood curse!
After the disastrous defeat, the Witch Clan naturally refused to give up. This was a blood sacrifice curse launched by the Witch Clan from a distance, targeting everything in this world.
As the blood cloud formed, drops of blood began to fall. Wei Yuan immediately ran towards Qing Ming, and at the same time asked the four idle Daoji monks to immediately enter the formation nodes.
Halfway down the blood drop, it encountered the formation's obstruction, and a layer of faint light appeared, covering a thousand feet in the core of the realm. The blood drop began to melt as soon as it entered the formation, and finally disappeared completely when it was still dozens of feet away from the ground.
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But the blood rain is getting heavier and heavier. As more blood droplets fall, the melting speed of the formation slows down obviously, and the distance between the blood droplets and the ground is getting closer and closer. It is obvious that the pure pure spirit formation has reached its limit.
At this time, the wind suddenly started blowing. Although the wind was not strong, it would blow the rain of blood outside the boundary from time to time. Wherever the blood rain fell, the grass and trees immediately withered, the land turned green, and even the stones were corroded thousands of times.
Full of sores.
The wind was inexplicable, but it did weaken a lot of the power of the blood curse, allowing the Pure Spirit Formation to barely support it. This was actually the Feng Shui Formation taking effect, weakening the Blood Curse in this way. If the Feng Shui Formation had not been superimposed, the Feng Shui Formation alone would have been weak.
A Pure Pure Spirit Formation cannot hold up.
Wei Yuan stood beside Qing Ming and transported a stream of Qi into Yushan. The originally transparent Jade Mountain was stained with a shadow, and the brightness in the realm dimmed again, as if it was shrouded in lead clouds. The falling blood raindrops suddenly melted at a faster rate.
Quickly, let the already overwhelmed Pure Pure Spirit Formation have a chance to breathe.
But the blood rain became more and more urgent and dense. A blood-melting monk was unlucky and was doused by a few drops of blood that broke through the formation. He immediately screamed and fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, several of his bodies were corroded.
Big hole. His screams became weaker and weaker, and charred mucus began to flow out of his body. After a while, his entire body was corroded, leaving a piece of scorched earth several feet in diameter on the ground, with a vague human figure in the center.
The rain of blood became heavier and heavier, and drops of blood fell on the ground from time to time. After five or six people died in a row, Wei Yuan summoned all the monks around the main hall. Wei Yuan intensified his efforts to urge Qing Ming and tried his best to protect the main hall.
In the surrounding area of ​​thousands of feet, in just a moment, all the luck was consumed!
Without hesitation, Wei Yuan sent in another burst of luck and fought against the blood curse with all his strength.
The blood rain impacted the formation, like a heavy rain hitting the canopy, and the dense sound made all the monks turn pale. They were not afraid of fighting the enemy head-on, but in the face of this blood rain spell that resembled the power of heaven and earth, people could only
The feeling of passively waiting to die is completely different.
In the rain of blood, blood groups as big as fists began to appear! This blood group formation could not be dissolved at all, and they hit the ground one by one. A monk could no longer suppress the fear in his heart, shouted, and directly sacrificed the magic weapon
Flying knife, cut on the blood mass with one knife!
The blood mass burst into pieces, and countless tiny blood droplets splashed on the man's face and body. The flying knife was covered with blood stains and fell straight to the ground. When it hit the ground, the blade had been ablated into pits and had no spirituality at all.
The monk suddenly screamed loudly, and every place that was splashed by blood began to fester. In the blink of an eye, the ulcers the size of rice grains became the size of the mouth of a bowl. Even if he was poured with strong acid, it would not be so fast. He ran a few distances away.
As soon as he took a step, he slumped to the ground and turned into a blackened skeleton in the blink of an eye.
All the monks were awe-struck when they saw it. If there was blood falling, they would avoid it if they could. If they couldn't avoid it, they would carefully hold it up with a magic weapon and send it aside. It would be better to lose a magic weapon than lose their lives.
After struggling for half an hour, the blood cloud in the sky was exhausted and began to dissipate. At this time, the mana of all Daoji monks in the formation nodes had bottomed out, and large areas of burnt black dirt appeared in the area around the realm.
It stinks, as if the dark green fabric is stained with large chunks of filth. There are also many scorch marks about an inch in diameter in the area, all caused by blood balls falling to the ground.
Wei Yuan, on the other hand, had used up four channels of luck, and now only one channel of luck was left in the sea of ​​consciousness.
The blood curse revenge of the Witch Clan was finally blocked, and all the monks in the realm felt like they were surviving a disaster. This blood curse was so terrifying that the Witch Clan blood sacrificed at least a thousand people, and it was launched by the Great Witch.
But this was blocked. Although the cost was huge, everyone had real expectations for the future.
In the blink of an eye, it was getting late and night had fallen. Wei Yuan asked Xu Waner, Yun Feifei and others to take turns to rest, while he wandered around the realm alone.
The realm of Qingming is extremely high-level and the world is broken, so it is difficult to detect using divination. After the Wu clan launched such a large-scale curse, they must send people to detect the results. Unfortunately, they met Wei Yuan.
Qing Ming also has a certain ability to detect outside the realm, and the scouts of the Wu clan can't hide. Wei Yuan, one man and one horse, kept wandering in the night, like a ghost, harvesting groups of Wu clan warriors. This night the witches
The tribe sent a total of seven teams, with a total of 210 people, and all of them became ghosts under Wei Yuan's gun, and no one slipped through the net.
Now Wei Yuan only has the last piece of luck left. Let alone another blood curse of this level, even if the scale is halved, he will definitely not be able to withstand it. If there is another one, the monks will have to live and die. Even if
Yun Feifei and Xu Waner will definitely die if they are doused. The realm will be completely destroyed. It will not take a day or two for Qing Meditation to repair the cursed world. It will be measured in years.
Therefore, Wei Yuan can only find a way to kill all the scouts of the Witch Clan so that the Witch Clan cannot clearly see the reality of the realm. It is best to think that there are special means of resisting the blood curse in the realm, so as to change other means. Changing the means will inevitably require
Wei Yuan can delay time for a while now.
As the sky turned white, Qingming's first day of recognizing his master finally passed.
Wei Yuan returned to the realm, still in high spirits. As long as the Qingming Realm is still there, he is practicing all the time. Although this method of practice is far inferior to meditating in the Taichu Palace Cave, it is worse than the long flowing water. If we talk about ordinary places in the Western Regions, The aura is one, so the current number in Qingming Realm is ten, and the number of Xuanqing in Konggu is two hundred!
After leaving the mountain gate, Wei Yuan realized the barrenness outside.
The sky is gradually whitening, and a new day has arrived. I don’t know what kind of offensive the Witch Clan will have today, nor whether there will be another thousand-man blood curse. However, after Wei Yuan killed a great witch, at least for a short time, the witch clan
There shouldn't be any great witches in the clan who would dare to appear outside Qingming rashly.
Chapter completed!