Milo, the thousand-year silence was broken by a loud noise.
The Milomen raised their heads and looked in the same direction.
That is the high point of Miluo Mountain. The sacred mountain is often covered with a layer of glow, symbolizing the sacred light flowing endlessly on the surface of the mountain wall. But now, dust was splashed there, and a large number of stones collapsed, with some kind of building fragments falling down. As if a chain reaction had been triggered, the magnificent palaces at the heights collapsed and shattered one after another.
"Guanluo Hall! Guanluo Hall is destroyed!" A disciple shouted after seeing clearly what was happening at the top.
Even more senior people frowned.
Miluo has been standing for tens of millions of years, and this situation has never happened before. The Guanluo Hall is one of the oldest buildings in Miluo. According to legend, it was built by the earliest Lord of Miluo when the Miluo Mountain Gate was opened. Although a long time has passed and the powerful magical power of this hall is no longer evident, it still serves as a place of revelation for the successive masters of Miluo Mountain.
Was it destroyed like this?
It was too sudden and too incredible.
"Buzz!" Miluo Mountain shook slightly, and the arrays spread out layer by layer, with runes filling the air and forming dots.
"Strong enemy!" someone shouted.
The people of Miluo Clan know very well what it means when the magic circle in Miluo Mountain is opened. Even though they haven't seen clearly where the so-called enemy is, countless figures soared into the air and landed on the points constructed by the runes. The spiritual energy began to circulate, the sky and the earth roared, the clouds broke, and the boundless sea water boiled, roaring! The ancient formation began to slowly reveal its terrifying power!
"No wonder the sect master ordered us to return to Miluo." The young man in a green robe smiled. He made a secret with his fingers and injected spiritual energy far beyond the ordinary Yang Shen realm into the formation.
"The sect master may have already expected that there will be a battle today." Beside, a beautiful woman shook her head, also wearing a green robe.
These people are unfamiliar to most Milomen.
They were the peers of the original sect leader. They were outside Milo and kept Milo away from danger.
"For the sect master to be able to put on such a posture, I'm curious as to who the powerful enemy is!" The burly man laughed.
Obviously, they are much more powerful than the ordinary Tsing Yi elders in Miluo, and their energy is amazing!
The ancient formation rotates and the runes burn, turning into the most powerful and pure power!
"Start the formation!" At the top of countless staggered formations, the old man in white threw down the one-horned dragon staff. This crutch fell directly from a very high place to the central dojo at the bottom of Miluo Mountain. In the place where the inner disciples were sitting cross-legged, they saw the cane fall, opened their eyes, and recited a name. There is also a formation here, and their spiritual energy is input into it, which seems to awaken something.
Layers of scales began to appear from scratch, turning into a huge gray-black dragon in the horrified eyes of the disciples!
"That's... the Poseidon from the depths of the sea!"
"No wonder I haven't seen that dragon making trouble in these thousands of years. It turned out to be beheaded by the Supreme Elder and refined into a weapon spirit!"
"So what if the last dragon in the world is still sleeping under Milo forever!"
Everyone was excited.
The emperor in the deep sea left a deep shadow on Milo's disciples, like a terrifying curtain that always hangs over people's heads. An old dragon at the extreme palace level, deep in the ocean, showing an invincible posture. Over a long period of time in the past, his people and himself had flooded countless lands and swept away countless lives.
Now, the old dragon that gave people an invincible attitude has become a weapon spirit. How can it not inspire the disciples?
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
It seemed that no powerful enemy could threaten Milo. Yes, they were surprised and even helpless when the Guanluo Palace collapsed. This is actually not necessary. How long will Milo live in this world forever?
The huge spiritual energy of the entire mountain gate is integrated into the formation. This is not only an infusion, but also a blessing.
The people in the magic circle were blessed, and their minds blended with the ancient magic circle. Their determination to win at this moment also led to the mighty formation, which seemed to sweep across the sky and the earth.
The dragon crutch was thrown away by the old man. After it became a weapon spirit, its strength was naturally not as good as before, and most of its consciousness was even wiped out. But under the nourishment of this great formation, the power that used to belong to the King of the Deep Sea seems to have returned, and the realm of the Imperial Dao is spreading wantonly!
Even some of Miluo's disciples' spiritual power blessed the gray-black dragon. Its eyes were burning, and it stared at the red shadow at the height of Miluo. It bowed its ferocious long tail and rose straight into the sky!
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High above, red dragon shadows were cruising. Wherever he walked, mountain walls were broken and palaces collapsed.
Those extremely strong palaces that have stood for a long time are fragile to the golden divine fire and scales. Every swing of the huge body will turn a magnificent building into ruins.
In front of the red dragon shadow is Lord Milo who is retreating steadily.
He used his methods to avoid Li Xi'an's divine fire. At the same time, as a human monk, it was impossible for him to compete with the "dragon" physically. So we can only keep retreating quickly, looking for opportunities to counterattack.
"Your disciples don't seem to know what they are going to face." Li Xi'an suddenly jumped up. Taihang Baxing grabbed the Xi sword and slashed it down. The sword light directly slashed down a large group of mountain wall palaces, creating an abyss. The closed magic circle was also cut open.
"Boom——!" Lord Milo raised his hand, dozens of ancient swords formed a sword formation, and eliminated the golden sword light.
"They don't need to know." The man shook his head. "It's enough to know that you are the enemy. And Milo's enemies, looking at the history of thousands of years ago, have not survived."
"You speak too loudly." Li Xi'an meandered in the air, the huge and slender golden jade ancient sword hanging down its blade.
"Really? I'm curious where you got the confidence to invade Milo alone. Even if you are the ancestor, it was only once!" The man put his hands together, and the sword light of the sword formation rose and fell, like the tide of the sea, everywhere in all directions!
And rising along with the surge of the sword formation was an endless winding gray-black dragon!
It roars in the clouds, its eyes are burning, and its teeth are full of thunder!
The old man in white came to this battlefield quietly, carrying several ancient formations on his back! He was originally very old and at the end of his death among the emperors, but at this moment his whole body was boiling, and the spiritual energy accumulated over thousands of years exploded, staining the entire sky behind him with his color!
The gray-black dragon, the Lord of Milo, and the old man in white are on three sides, and their sharp points are directed at the same creature!
They want to surround and kill!
"Anyone who offends me, Milo, will be killed!" The man sitting cross-legged in the sword formation spoke, his light as bright as thunder, his majesty incomparable!
The storm is gathering.
As the high wall between Miluo and the outside world, the clouds and mist swept and flowed. A giant sword with a length of hundreds of miles condensed on the top of Miluo Mountain. The lightning flashed out and the formation roared. All the disciples gritted their teeth and roared. In the dojo at the center of Mount Miluo, the old woman in white channeled the majestic spiritual energy, making the entire array of Mount Milo orderly. Perhaps, she is the core of Miluo Mountain and controls Miluo's ancient formation.
The old woman chanted sutras, and the magic circle was transported to the giant sword, and the ancient characters were displayed one by one. They were thick and sharp. The words inscribed on the ancient formation were like the projection of the stars in the sky.
"This world is declining, but Milo still exists!" the old woman said softly.
She waved her arms slightly.
The giant sword fell.
The three powerful men took action at the same time, and the endless light and heat instantly engulfed Li Xi'an's figure!
