Chapter 1,159 The battle of artistic conception

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock."

Raindrops seemed to fall on Xia Ruge's heart, and every sound made her whole body tremble.

The scene in front of me gradually blurred, as if it disappeared bit by bit in the heavy rain.

As she breathed, the only sound left in her consciousness was the sound of falling rain.

The sound was outside at first, and gradually entered into my body.

From a certain moment, she felt as if she had turned into the raindrops falling from the sky.

Be reborn in the clouds, fly in the wind, and then die on the earth.

The past is all in the past, now it's time for her to go home.

The zhenqi in Xia Ruge's body suddenly flowed backwards, impacting each other and severely damaging his meridians.

If this continues, within three breaths, she will die from her own Qi.

At this moment, a crisp sound hit Xia Ruge on the top of her head, allowing the true energy in her body to find an outlet to vent.

Xia Ruge suddenly woke up, and her body fell limply on Lin Ye's body.

"This is the lingering power of Dao Nian, please keep your mind."

Lin Ye's words reached her mind clearly, waking Xia Ruge up.

The thought of the great road cannot be blocked by ordinary monks.

Qian Zongmo had just shown the artistic conception of his thoughts, and Xia Ruge almost fell into it.

Without a strong enough Dao mind, other people's Dao thoughts are like a complicated world, and you will get stuck in it if you don't pay attention.

The results of these monks are often like Xia Ruge's, but there is no Lin Ye around them who can block this kind of Taoism.

"Huh? With such a level of cultivation, you can have such a firm Taoist heart. You can't keep this kid!"

Qian Zongmo looked at Lin Ye who was hardly affected by his own artistic conception, and his surprise made him more murderous.

"Suffer death! You traitors!"

Qian Zongmo clenched his right hand into a fist, and streams of true energy emerged from Yun Zhou.

Then the raindrops falling from the sky connected with each other to form water lines, stabbing at Lin Ye and the others from all directions.

Lin Ye and the others were in the artistic conception and had nowhere to hide.

Each of these lines of artistic conception illusion is comparable to a full-strength strike from a cultivator, and its power cannot be underestimated.

Lin Ye shrank the Creation Tower to protect the two of them while trying to escape from this artistic land.

"Dong dong dong!"

A series of noises exploded on the Creation Tower, and the falling water lines almost smashed through the Creation Tower.

Although the material of the Creation Tower will not be damaged so easily, Lin Ye will not be able to control the force that the Creation Tower can withstand if this continues.

"Lin Ye, come here!"

When the Tower of Creation was about to be released, Xia Ruge, who was next to him, took out an object from the storage ring and motioned for Lin Ye to come closer.

Lin Ye put away the Tower of Creation, lowered his head and scanned it, and saw what was in her hand.

That is a drop of blue blood.

In this drop of blood, Lin Ye felt another kind of power.

The moment Xia Ruge took it out, the power of the surrounding artistic conception faded away.

Then, Xia Ruge reached out and grasped this drop of blue blood in his hand.

Blue blood overflowed from Xia Ruge's palm and spread all over her body.

Lin Ye was also wrapped up in this power because of his contact with her.

For an instant, the two of them seemed to be covered with a light blue film.

The rain lines in the sky fell immediately and were directly submerged into this blue film.

There was no ripple at all, as if the rain lines had melted away.

Lin Ye watched the power of artistic conception dissipate under his feet, and felt a flash of surprise at the power on his body.

What is contained in this blue film is not ordinary power, but rather profound thoughts.

This power obviously does not belong to Xia Ruge, and I don't know where she got it from.

"This way!"

Taking advantage of the fact that their bodies were protected by a layer of Taoist power, Xia Ruge and Lin Ye rushed over.

When Qian Zongmo in front saw the power in them, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was more of a sense of familiarity.

"If you actually have the power of that person's artistic conception, then I can't let you go."

Qian Zongmo teleported away and disappeared, then reappeared in front of Lin Ye and the others.

"break!"

A short staff fell from Qian Zongmo's hand and hit Lin Ye who was running towards him.

Being able to allow Qian Zongmo to use the magic weapon in his hand while displaying his artistic conception shows that Xia Ruge's power of artistic conception is highly valued by him.

But even so, can he break through Lin Ye's power?

The answer is obviously not enough.

The short staff, a top-grade magic weapon, exerted 100% power in the hands of the Xu Lianxu monk. Even Lin Ye did not dodge the blow.

But the moment the short staff touched Lin Ye's body, it was as if it was glued to his body.

Not only was Lin Ye not hurt, but the magic weapon could not be drawn out.

Qian Zongmo was shocked, a little surprised by the power of artistic conception in them.

This was different from what he had seen before. The power of this artistic conception was actually stronger than his own Taoist artistic conception.

But this place is above Yunzhou, and even if its artistic conception is stronger than his own, he is not helpless.

"Beast soul, appear!"

Following his low shout, the soul shadow of the two-tailed fish dragon beast flew out directly from the artistic conception at his feet.

Compared with the phantom attached to Yunzhou, this two-tailed ichthyosaur beast is obviously much smaller.

But it's only half the size of a human, and it's also Yunzhou's beast soul, no weaker than the phantom outside.

With a sharp bite of his fangs, he tore off a piece of flesh and blood from Lin Ye's arm.

The short staff magic weapon that was not stuck to it fell down and returned to Qian Zongmo's hands.

"Haha, suffer death!"

Qian Zongmo held a short staff and counted the dots in front of him.

Every time it settled down, a beast soul flew out from the cloud boat and headed straight for Lin Ye and the others.

For a moment, seven or eight beast souls appeared around Lin Ye and the others at the same time, surrounding them.

The power of artistic conception in his body could not stop these beast souls, and Xia Ruge panicked for a moment.

She quickly turned her head and looked at Lin Ye beside her. Just when she was about to say something, a voice interrupted her.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! You sword spirit don't want to die! If you hurt me like this, you will disappear too!"

Hao Chengfeng's voice came out first, and then his figure rushed out from under the cloud boat.

And behind him is the Tongtian Sword that has exhausted all its energy.

Although the sword light of the Tongtian Sword was extremely dim and the cracks on the sword's body became more and more obvious, the direction pointed by the sword tip was still Hao Chengfeng, who was escaping into the air.

However, when rushing out of Yunzhou, Tongtian Sword seemed to have discovered the moving zhenqi vein mine, and the sword's edge turned and headed straight for Lin Ye.

The Tongtian Sword Spirit only knows its own situation, and it does not forget to replenish itself with some energy when pursuing.

The sword shadow arrived in an instant and rushed over, knocking back all the beast souls around Lin Ye.
Chapter completed!