The four clusters of dawn aura emitted endless light, but it did not bring the slightest warmth, Shangguan Luoyu raised his hands above his head, and used the four white halos to fight against the roaring sun above his head.
The golden light was tyrannical and gushing in, with an endless wave of heat, but it was hindered by four cold glows.
The four fireflies were like the moon wheels in the dark night, swaying with clear light, bringing the slightest coolness to Shangguan's rain.
The spirit yuan in Shangguan Luoyu's body poured into the four fingers like a river, and the four white halo whales swallowed a steady stream of spirit yuan, for Shangguan Luoyu, this was also burning life.
The attack of the icicle never stopped, at first every time the icicle pierced into the giant umbrella, it would make an inaudible sound, but as the icicle accelerated into the piercing, the inaudible sound gradually turned into a rhythmic rhythm, although not very loud, but not to be ignored.
With the vibration brought by the ice pick to the surface of the umbrella, the mottled array on the surface of the giant umbrella also flashed, although it cannot be said that the giant umbrella has been shaken, but the small attack of the ice pick can no longer be ignored.
The aura flowing in the thick ice layer of the ice lake showed a faint silver color, and the water aura here was so abundant that the magic circle that could only be triggered by consuming one spirit stone on a normal day only needed half a piece, or even less, at this time.
The ice picks around the stake swam happily like a school of carp ready to leap over the dragon's gate, and their target was the giant cyan umbrella in the red smoke of the sky.
Ye Chuanyun walked back and forth anxiously, looking at the red mist above his head from time to time, and then lowered his head and frowned in contemplation, according to the original plan, after Chen Yunsheng controlled his opponent, the next thing was the battlefield where the thunderbolt crossbowmen galloped.
According to the original plan, this fight was far from going to last so long, and now it has become a stage for Chen Yunsheng alone.
Equally anxious as he was two hundred and fifty thunderbolts, for whom nothing was more frustrating than losing their purpose.
A cronie beside Ye Chuanyun boldly suggested: "Senior Uncle Ancestor, it's not a way for us to wait here, it's better to launch at that red mist and turn the originally concentrated shots into scattering, so that even if you can't hit all the targets, it's better than doing nothing." ” Ye Chuanyun hadn't thought about this method, what he was worried about was the number of thunderbolt arrows.
Excluding the previous consumption, there are only more than 3,000 bolts left, and on average, each person is equipped with about fifteen.
This is not a lot, but it is not a lot, if the goal is clear, he is confident that he can wipe out the group of people in front of him, if he can't do it, then how can a group of Qi cultivators under his command deal with a group of battlefield veterans with advanced cultivation, and then the situation will become dangerous.
Becoming a scatter means that there is no target, the thunderbolt crossbow does not have an explosive effect like Si Tiange's Cold Star Crossbow, if one misses, one will be wasted, and he will not make such an attempt unless it is absolutely necessary.
After wandering anxiously for a while, seeing that the red mist above his head showed no sign of dissipating, Ye Chuanyun made a difficult decision to let the two hundred and fifty thunderbolt crossbowmen under his command shoot in five batches in rotation, shooting a total of five times, each shooting a total of five thunderbolts.
Two hundred and fifty well-trained thunderbolt crossbowmen aimed their shimmering crossbow arrows at the red cloud in the sky, and the first fifty crossbowmen pulled the trigger, and in an instant, fifty arrows were like fifty bolts of lightning, piercing the sky and heading straight for the red mist.
The arrows shot into the fog like mud cows into the sea, and then the second and third groups of crossbowmen took turns shooting, only to see lightning shuttling through the red mist and the forest on the shore of the glacial lake on the top of the mountain, and the startled jackdaws in the woods disappeared without a trace.
The rain in the red dust gauze tent was not pleasant, although the range of the red mist was very wide, but it could not stand Ye Chuanyun shooting aimlessly, and after a few rounds, I don't know how many arrows were shot on the Five Elements Qingluo umbrella.
Although the thunderbolt arrow will not explode, the piercing ability alone is no worse than the cold star arrow, when these thunderbolt-shaped arrows hit the Qingluo umbrella with lightning speed, Shangguan Luoyu could clearly feel the slight tremor coming from the giant umbrella.
The spirit yuan flowing to the Qingluo umbrella on his body was originally like a stream, trickling, but at this time, it swelled into a rushing river, and the sparkling magic circle on the Qingluo umbrella flashed with colorful luster.
Chen Yunsheng exhaled in relief, in order to break through the legendary defense treasure of the Qingzhou Continent, he spent a lot of energy, whether it was Lingyuan or Shennian, although the Qingluo umbrella seemed to be weakening bit by bit, but the progress was too slow after all, Ye Chuanyun's thunderous blow did help him a lot.
At this time, the vibration caused by the ice pick piercing the Qingluo umbrella was already very obvious, after each vibration, Chen Yunsheng relied on the powerful Yuan Shen to sense that the number of spirit elements absorbed by the Qingluo umbrella increased by one point, it seems that the opponent's life is not easy, and whoever can hold on longer now is the winner.
Shangguan Luoyu was anxious in his heart, seeing that the scorching sun was getting closer and closer to his head, although there were four clusters of dawn aura blocking the blazing storm, but he had clearly felt that the dawn aura had become weak, and the light cluster was dim, which indicated that more than half of the spirit yuan in his body had been consumed.
For monks, it is impossible to consume all the spiritual elements stored in the body at one time, which will not only leave internal injuries, but also be extremely detrimental to future cultivation.
Shangguan Luoyu began to think about his next countermeasures, the more this time, the more he needed to think calmly.
He forcibly smoothed his thoughts, carefully analyzed the current countermeasures, and if he still had three percent of the spirit yuan available, according to the current consumption level of the spirit yuan, he could at most stick to one stick of incense.
After a stick of incense, if the other party's spiritual yuan and divine consciousness have not been exhausted, then he can only resign himself to fate.
If you activate all these thirty percent of the spirit elements now, you may be able to break the opponent's phantom array, but you will temporarily become a wasted person, unable to drive magic weapons or cast spells.
Even so, Zhou Heyang and the others, who left the phantom array, would definitely rescue themselves from danger, which was not an unacceptable result.
The worst case scenario is that he has exhausted the spirit element, but he can't break the phantom array, so he can only sit and wait for death.
After such a long time of see-sawing, the opponent's Yuan Shen should be almost consumed, even the Yuan Infant Monk does not have such a terrifying Yuan Shen, I believe that the situation of the person in the center of the magic circle is not much better than his own, coupled with the continuous drive of icicle attacks, Shangguan Luoyu believes that this should be the time when the opponent's Yuan Shen is the weakest, if he fights, maybe the result will be different.
Shangguan Luoyu's analysis is correct, at this time, Chen Yunsheng is really almost at the time when the oil runs out and the lamp is dry, and he continues to maintain such a huge consumption of soul power, even if his Yuan Shen is strong, he can't bear it.
Trapping three hundred monks for so long was not something that one person could do.
And the three top-grade spirit stones in the ice array were also about to be exhausted, and when he set up the array, he didn't consider that the battle situation would turn into a war of attrition, so he only used three top-grade spirit stones as an energy source.
In fact, the energy provided by the three high-grade spirit stones is already very much, and the mountain patrol magic circle at the western foot of Taibai Peak is attacked by nine Xuan artillery shells every time, and only consumes more than a dozen medium-grade spirit stones, although in the proportion of stored spiritual energy, one high-grade spirit stone can definitely not be compared with ten medium-grade spirit stones, but there are at least five or six medium-grade spirit stones of the spiritual energy, which shows that the Qingluo umbrella is definitely worthy of one of the top ten defensive magic weapons in Qingzhou.
All defensive weapons and magic weapons are not all-powerful, and when they withstand too many low-level attacks, they will also become vulnerable, especially when the monk's own spiritual essence that drives these magic weapons and magic weapons is about to be exhausted.
For this Qingluo umbrella, it is particularly difficult to defend against tens of thousands of icicle attacks, even if Shangguan Luoyu does not make a decision, I believe that this Qingluo umbrella will not last long.
When the two monks were fighting, they were able to defend against each other's attacks, and they won a great advantage for themselves, and they could take down their opponents with the help of this gap.
The original intention of using the defensive magic weapon was not to infinitely prevent all the opponent's attacks, and he was huddled in one place, with no ability to fight back.
Shangguan Luoyu's eyes widened, the bun on his head was scattered due to the movement of the spirit yuan on his body, and his long gray hair fluttered in the wind, looking a little desolate.
His ten Qingtian, all the spirit elements on his body flocked to the other six fingers, and in an instant, the ten fingers were lit with a white halo like a white lotus flower in the dark night, and the scorching sun above his head looked weak under the light of the halo, and gradually, the black around Shangguan Luoyu was dispelled by the halo burning on his ten fingers, and Zhou Tian's star became a little dim, and finally fell silent.
The sky turned from pitch black to inky blue, and gradually, from inky blue to the exhilarating blue characteristic of the dawn of the morning.
Shangguan Luoyu's skin aged rapidly, and the originally well-maintained skin had furrows and distinct wrinkles, and even the rosy lips had become shriveled and abnormal, and a pair of old eyes looked up at the holy light above his head, like a god of light.
Shangguan Luoyu tried his best to burn out the spirit yuan around him, bringing light to the three hundred monks behind him, and successfully broke the phantom spirit array.
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Chen Yunsheng withdrew the Yuan Shen that was wrapped around the Illusory Dust Treasure Book, and this was done to avoid the real running out of oil.
Since there is no way to stop the other party from breaking the formation, why bother insisting.
And after the other party has tried his best to strike a blow, there should be no extra Lingyuan to manipulate the huge Qingluo umbrella and the red dust gauze tent, so that he still has the opportunity to use the ice pick to attack the opponent's monks, although there is no protection of the illusion array, he is also facing a great risk, but if he does not enter the tiger's den, he will get the tiger, and it is impossible to say that he will fight on this one.
Shangguan Luoyu realized that if he put away the Qingluo umbrella immediately, he would inevitably expose three hundred people to the other party, which would cause inevitable casualties, and he must wait for the monks under his command to completely wake up from the phantom array before he could put away the Qingluo umbrella.
Chen Yunsheng lamented the cunning of his opponent while preparing to gather icicles for the final attack.
Suddenly, a ray of golden light flashed in front of him, Jin Ling's lazy face appeared in front of him, as if he had just woken up, only to see him put his hands in front of his chest, and then slowly pulled away, a light blade in the shape of a reed leaf appeared in his palm, and without greeting Chen Yunsheng, Jin Ling threw the light blade as thin as a cicada's wings into the sky The giant umbrella.
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