"Boom!"

Just listen to a series of popping sounds into the ears, and in an instant, the dense black arrows and the rune attack are instantaneous, and all kinds of spiritual light are intertwined, forming a brilliant spectacle.

"Where did these attacks come from, and why didn't there be the slightest warning!" Cheng Qian, looking at the various flashes of spiritual light in front of him with a gloomy face, said slowly.

Although these black arrows looked sharp, they were a little weak compared to spell attacks. Despite this, the black arrows had an absolute numerical advantage, and although the rune attacks were endless, there were still fish that slipped through the net through the layers of attacks, and shot quickly in front of Cheng Qian.

Witnessing this scene, Cheng Gan's face flashed with cold light, and the hand holding the black big knife suddenly trembled and screamed softly: "Scatter!"

As the word mantra fell, the black broadsword trembled strangely, and then melted as if it had melted, and then there was a loud buzzing sound, and the black liquid formed by the melting of the black broadsword suddenly turned into a dense black worm.

The insect has a hideous appearance, with sharp teeth, and two thin wings on its back, glowing with a ghostly light, looking extremely extraordinary.

As soon as these black insects came out, they saw countless black arrows rushing straight towards them, and when they saw this scene, they did not have any fear, but they all roared fiercely, and swarmed towards the black arrows, vowing to fight with the black arrows.

These black insects are naturally the devouring insects raised by Cheng Qian, and when he saw the spirit insects flying towards the black arrows, he did not show the slightest discoloration, but watched with cold eyes behind his back.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang!"

Soon the devourer and the black arrow met in an instant, the surface of the devourer's body looked smooth and as if it was vulnerable, but when the black arrow attacked the back, it did not kill the spirit worm, but was bounced away by the hard shell of the devourer, and made a light muffled sound.

Then the devourer's wings—trembling, raising its small, hideous head—roared, and swooped down on the flying arrow.

"Click!"

In the blink of an eye, the devouring insect pounced on the arrow, and bit down with its mouth, and the seemingly sharp arrow was really bitten off by the mouth, and then it was quickly swallowed into the stomach by the spirit worm, and I don't know how the small body of the devouring worm did it.

Soon, with the appearance of the devouring insects, those black arrows can be said to have failed at all, almost - mouth-branch, less than a few breaths, the black arrows that escaped the net were devoured by the devouring insects.

"Whew!"

Seeing this scene, Cheng Qian's heart was relieved, and he poured out a sigh, and the originally empty passage in front of him was full of broken black broken arrows, and there was a faint sound of insects chirping in the air.

"Very well done, he!" Cheng Qian looked at the filthy insect with satisfaction, and said lightly, then slowly stretched out his palm.

I saw that those devouring insects seemed to have expected it, and before Cheng Qian's palm was really stretched out, there were already a few spirit insects converging towards him, but in an instant, the insect swarm once again transformed into a black big knife.

As soon as Cheng Qian swept the black broadsword in his palm, a strange curtain appeared, and the remnants of those arrows on the ground instantly turned into a black mist, and then the flash collapsed and disappeared.

"Huh, it's gone?" Cheng Qian couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this situation, and he was a little confused.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a cracking hum came out in Cheng Qian's mind, like a sharp sword stabbing into his skull, causing a sudden pain in his mind.

Cheng Qian's face changed suddenly, and he instantly turned pale, and he hugged his head with both hands, and let out a faint moan. ...,

Fortunately, the pain did not last long, but it disappeared after a few breaths, and Cheng Qian, who was awake from the pain, suddenly looked around vigilantly, and the double knives in his hands moved forward and horizontally, making a vigilant movement.

Obviously, the sudden divine soul attack just now made him a little overwhelmed, Cheng Qian didn't know what it was to sneak attack him, but now that the pain has passed, caution is naturally essential.

"What's the matter, now that the divine consciousness is lost, why do you still receive a divine soul attack!" Cheng Qian looked at the empty passage with a gloomy face, and said with some surprise in his eyes.

Suddenly, while he was still cautious, a line of words suddenly appeared in his mind, "Resist ten thousand arrows, advance three thousand zhang!"

These blood-colored words disappeared again, Cheng Qian instinctively took a step, and his body was suddenly shrouded in a layer of white light, and suddenly appeared three thousand zhang away in a flash.

Cheng Qian only felt that there were flowers in front of him, and when his eyes were clear again, there was something wrong in front of him.

In front of you, where is the cut or what kind of channel, it is clearly a wide "watermark" field with a radius of dozens of zhang.

The entire "watermark" field is surrounded by a circle, surrounded by walls made of loess, but the walls are surrounded by a circle, and there will be a passage entrance at every distance, and there are as many as seven of them, and Cheng Qian is standing in front of one of the passages, obviously just entering here from the passage behind him.

This spoon looked at the scene in front of him with a hint of confusion on his face, and when he saw the seven passages entering P, he couldn't help but suddenly think: "Could it be that the previous seven entrances are all leading here?"

Thinking of this, he was shocked and extremely surprised, although he didn't know why it led to here, but his eyes were looking at the center of the vast "watermark" field.

His face changed slightly, and he saw seven huge stone statues standing in the center of the vast "watermark" field, each of which was in human form, each with a hideous appearance, and each holding a different weapon in his hand.

Each stone statue is three feet in size, and they all have their backs to the entrance behind them, and the stone statues are surrounded by a strange formation in the center, and countless strange esoteric runes are also carved on the ground.

"Teleport Rune!"

When Cheng Qian's eyes saw the strange formation surrounding the center of the seven stone statues, his face changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

"Why is there a teleportation array here, it looks like it's still relatively old!" Cheng Qian's eyes were a little stunned, and he looked at it carefully—the formation surrounded by stone statues, the runes on it were all relatively old, this kind of teleportation rune is not used now, this is all seen in Xuanxin's heart.

However, just as Cheng Qian was puzzled and pondering, the entire wide "watermark" field suddenly shook violently, and the surface of the seven stone statues facing away suddenly made a clicking sound, and they were all covered with cracks, but these cracks healed again after the white light.

Then the seven stone statues slowly began to turn around, and the stone-gray eyes suddenly burst into a brilliant red glow, and a majestic spiritual pressure burst out from the seven stone statues, instantly encompassing the entire "watermark" field

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