The Good Fortune Training System of Shrouding the Sky

Chapter 543 Yin-Yang Mirror Image, 1 Chase 1 Escape

Murong Chuan screamed uncontrollably, and Feng Yue couldn't help being extremely surprised. She only felt that the blood banner was bloody and strange, but she didn't find anything strange.

As far as Murong Chuan's character is concerned, he is not so panic-stricken.

Murong Chuan couldn't help but say that pulling Fengyue up was like leaping upwards, even if the wind was more dense than before, Murong Chuan couldn't care less.

Just a moment after the two left, a red light flashed in the hand of the black-robed priest, and a blood-colored skull flashed faintly, and it came behind the two in an instant.

No matter how evil Murong Chuan and Fengyue are, they only have the Fate Spring Realm after all, so it's not a match for the Divine Bridge Realm.

What's more, the black robe officiant is many times stronger than other divine bridge realms.

Just before the blood-colored skeleton was about to approach, a white light flashed in front of Murong Chuan, and a small white flag grew in the wind with a slap.

It was as long as Zhang Xu in an instant, firmly blocking the two of them, and firmly blocking the bloody skeleton.

"This is? The Blood Prison Soul Lock Banner!"

This time it was time to change to a black-robed officiant, hesitating. Although the small white flag was different from the blood-colored one, it was no different from the Blood Prison Soul-Locking Banner in terms of format and energy fluctuations.

The white flag disappeared in a flash, and after blocking the bloody skull, it turned into a small palm again and returned to Murong Chuan's hands.

But the members of the Blood Prison Church are different. What they have to resist is not spells, but continuous attacks from the bluebells.

The Blood Prison Soul-Locking Banner has to be put away, it has to be kept open.

This has a painful result. After putting away the blood prison lock pennant, there will be a hail of bullets.

But if you don't accept it, you will be agitated by the dark wind and blow this person off the ancient tree.

When the black-robed chief priest failed to succeed in one blow and wanted to make up for a second blow, the blood streamers under the two black-robed men beat and pushed them far away.

"Master Officiant!"

The two of them fell in a parabola like cannonballs popping out of the hall. The powerful vitality plunder made them lose even the strength to fly.

"Form formation, mirror image of yin and yang!"

The black-robed priest shouted loudly, and all the black-robed people formed a formation, and the blood streamer instantly became as tall as one person.

The blood flags in the hands of the twelve black-robed men wrapped the two fallen people and turned into six white flags and six black flags respectively.

The white flag is no different from Murong Chuan's, and the black flag is similar to it except for the color.

The black-robed lord is located in the center of the black-robed people. Following his manipulation, a magic circle composed of one black and one white condenses into an energy entity under the feet of everyone.

As the magic circle slowly rotated, two divine lights shot out, one black and one white, firmly restraining the fallen two and pulling them back into the team in an instant.

The two of them were withered and wrinkled like old skin, and it seemed that they were beyond salvation.

But as they returned to the position of the magic circle, their vitality recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it took only a moment for them to be fierce.

Although Murong Chuan didn't see this strange change, he could tell that the two who were destined to die were fine, which was enough to guess many problems.

But what surprised him was still behind. Ever since the Blood Prison Cult formed, their bodies seemed to have turned into nothingness, allowing the wind chimes to fall on them and pass through.

Their bodies seemed to be blurred, but also like a bottomless abyss, and none of the wind chime pendants shot into them passed behind them.

Fortunately, they still need to avoid the Yinfeng, and the so-called mirror image formation of Yin and Yang is not so powerful that they can ignore the Yinfeng.

But even so, Murong Chuan's only advantage was destroyed, and it was only a matter of time before he was taken down.

After forming the formation, 13 people turned into one person. Although the area was slightly larger, the advantage was that they had a high level of cultivation and a tacit understanding of actions, and they were able to avoid the dark wind with ease.

"Are you also a spy of the Holy Cult of Blood Prison?"

Fengyue evaded like a swallowtail, while asking puzzledly.

Murong Chuan rolled his eyes, and said angrily, "Your family's undercover agent is the master of the pit."

Because of the protection of the Emerald Wood Chaoyang Talisman, the two of them were safe from being attacked by the bluebells for the time being. In addition, the followers of the blood prison were still far away from them, so the two were not so nervous.

Of course, even if the blood prison cultists chased after them, these two people would be too nervous, after all, they were all that kind of people.

If Mount Tai's color changes when it collapses on the top, how can you fool people into it?

"That's right, the cost of replacing the formation is extremely high. If the first team of Blood Prison cultivators suffer heavy losses, it is estimated that they will die if they use the replacement formation again."

Fengyue frowned and analyzed, and quickly dodged the Yinfeng to observe the safe path ahead.

"Do you have a brain or not, you are simply a god of thinking.

If I were an undercover agent, I would just slap you to the two realms of Sumeru and hand them over to the Holy Cult of the Blood Prison, and you would all be alive.

Then there is no need to wait until the ancient tree, the problem has been solved as early as in the camp. "

Murong Chuan complained unhappily, seemingly carefree and not nervous, but in his heart he was burning with anxiety.

They seem to have an advantage, but as long as they use a little trick, it will be enough to delay their escape speed.

Although he also knew that praying was very pale, but he could only pray that the black-robed priest's mind was not working, and he couldn't think of that wonderful interception method.

"Murong Chuan, the Holy Cult has recruited you over and over again, and it's fine if you don't think of favors. You even murdered the Holy Cultists for no reason. The Holy Cult will never die with you!"

The mighty and cold voice gradually came from behind.

That cold voice made Murongchuan and Fengyue look at each other, and they both saw consternation in each other's eyes.

They can be sure that this is the first time they heard this voice, but they have a faint sense of familiarity, as if they have seen it before.

"Pretend to be your uncle's grandson, young master, I can kill and kill as I like, it's just a cult, you, you can do nothing to me."

Murong Chuan scolded sternly, although he couldn't beat that person, he had never lost in a verbal battle, so he just used this to interfere with him.

"Hmph, you little boy playing tricks, I'll take you down today!"

After finishing speaking, the black-robed priest swung a wave, and a blood-colored skull took shape, flying towards Murong Chuan.

Murongchuan Baifan came out again, but before he could make a move to stop him, he discovered that the bloody skeleton was not aimed at him, but the floating island where he was about to land.

"I'll wipe your fairy board, and use my tricks to calculate the hero Mao, if you have the guts, come at me."

Murong Chuan exploded in an instant, he cursed loudly and was about to change direction, but Fengyue grabbed him, a blue light flashed in his hand, and flew towards the bloody skeleton.

It was a spar, a spar used as a magic weapon.

The spar was extremely fast, one moment it was still in Fengyue's hands, and the next moment it appeared under the bloody skull, expanding into a fist-sized wind ball.

The wind ball and spar are the center of the circle, as if the hurricane is sealed in it, spinning in an extremely violent way, but it has no effect on the outside world.

The Scarlet Skull and the wind ball collided head-on, and the two intercontinental missiles collided with each other, but there was no sound.

I saw that after the violent wind ball smashed the bloody skull instantly, the blue wind ball would also turn into blood, pouring out towards the tree trunk, but it had no effect on the floating island.

Murong Chuan was overjoyed, Jin Yi Ye Xing Jue suddenly accelerated, pulling Fengyue's feet to borrow strength, and shot down a floating island again.

At the same time, his attack is also gathering, ready to play a big wave.