Chapter 295: The Divine Saint (6)
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Feeling the soul transmission from the Hanxing Sword in his hand, Yi Xifeng was suddenly shocked.
He knew that the opportunity was rare, and the blood sacrifice spirit condensed by the blood sacrifice magic circle was a great nourishment for any weapon spirit.
But after all, this is at the cost of a living human life. Yi Xifeng is somewhat torn about how to choose.
Seeing that his master did not respond to him immediately, Han Xingjian sent out a soul transmission again.
"Yuan, Yuan Ling, mine!"
As the formation continued to activate, the black-red resentment became thicker and thicker, and the seven rescued people also began to attack each other. This resentment was full of cruelty and madness, and it was difficult for ordinary people to resist it.
Lin Fenghuo drew out his green fire sword and was always alert to the surrounding variables. The strong black-red resentment automatically separated after it came within half a foot of his body. It seems that it was caused by his practice of Confucian mental methods. This Confucian awe-inspiring aura was incompatible with these resentments. It's quite restrained.
Hoho!
A low roar like a beast suddenly sounded in the empty cellar, like a roar of a giant beast, and the next moment a deep black flash appeared on the dome.
There was no light there, but both Yi Xifeng and Lin Fenghuo knew that a black flame appeared on the dome.
"Infinite Black Flame!" Lin Fenghuo's inner strength technique is a way to control fire, so he naturally paid more attention to the black flame in Qianyuan's hand. When I saw him again at this time, I naturally recognized him at a glance.
"Compared to this guy, Han Xing at least knows to ask me!" Yi Xifeng raised his head and looked at the dome, looking at the place where the black flame appeared.
"For this thing, the Demon Sect has done countless unjust things, and we destroyed it!" Lin Fenghuo's eyes grew cold.
Yi Xifeng frowned. It's not like he hadn't thought of this method before, but after all, this place is located underground in Qianji Pavilion. If the two of them take action, they will definitely attract the attention of Qianji Pavilion. If one of them fails, they will easily fall into a desperate situation and be fucked. Yuan caught him red-handed.
Although Yi Xifeng and the three of them were ready to deal with Qianyuan, Zhao Long specially kept a distance from them. But after all, we are in the opponent's home, so it would be inappropriate to act rashly.
Seeing Yi Xifeng frowning, Lin Fenghuo also noticed the shortcomings of the plan just now, and said angrily: "Even if it is not a perfect solution, you can't just watch the black flames absorb these blood sacrifice souls, right?"
After saying that, he sat down cross-legged and placed the green fire knife between his knees, and streams of true energy continued to gather towards him. What followed was thick resentment around him.
The martial arts practiced by Lin Fenghuo have a certain degree of control over evil spirits, and naturally there is no shortage of such evil spirits in this Blood Sacrifice Array.
Yi Xifeng's heart moved slightly when he saw his best friend's move. This time he did not hesitate, the Night Sword Hanxing in his hand instantly flew up to the dome and went straight towards the black flame.
Since absorbing blood animal souls is a bit difficult for Yi Xifeng to accept, blocking the absorption of black flames is still acceptable, and he is even happy to do so.
A total of thirty-six golden swords, heading straight towards the dark dome! The black flames that were rolling like clouds were instantly disrupted by these swords.
Hoho!
There was another roar from the giant beast, with a touch of anger and helplessness.
The anger was due to the fact that the supply of blood animals that was originally "incomparably tempting" had suddenly dropped for no apparent reason, and helplessly, Black Flame could not find any trace of the enemy.
The dome of Qianji Pavilion is not big, and the Wuji Black Flame can easily cover the entire underground palace. Qianji Pavilion is not small. For Golden Jian Gang, who is already well versed in the "Dayan Sword Way", as long as he does not take the initiative to attack, it will be difficult for the opponent to find his location.
The meaning of the sword is like silk, erratic. This little bit of starlight keeps flashing in the black flames of the sky.
The sword is like a thread, sometimes exposed and sometimes broken. Under this dome, the distribution of Yuanling is constantly disrupted.
Yi Xifeng held the sword in his hand and stared at the dark dome above his head.
There was a silent fierce battle at this time, and he didn't know how long he could hold out...
But as time went by, Lin Fenghuo's aura also fluctuated.
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Li Xintian slowly opened his eyes, looked at the crescent moon hanging high in the night sky, and then stood up and sat up.
This boudoir is very spacious, and both the bed and the screen are elegant and generous. After all, it is the boudoir of a religious saint. There is no need to go into details about the carved railings and painted beams. The most rare thing is that you can directly see the night sky outside from this huge bed, because there is a huge stone slab directly above the bed curtain, which is made entirely of Western Region crystal. It can not only insulate the cold temperature outside, but also not affect the person on the bed watching the night sky above.
In fact, on a moonless night, the night sky is also pitch black. It’s just that this design of using a whole piece of crystal to make the roof is probably only the divine religion can be so heroic!
Li Xintian didn't feel sleepy. In fact, she didn't sleep well tonight. In the past, she always complained about the crystal jade on her head, which woke her up at dawn and made it difficult to sleep in.
On the contrary, tonight, the girl suddenly felt that the crystal roof had good intentions. Just when you can't sleep, you can count the stars...
Tomorrow is his coronation ceremony, and it is impossible to say that she is not nervous at all.
But it's not entirely true to say how nervous Li Xintian was about this matter.
She was indeed nervous, and it was also because she was nervous about tomorrow, but it was not because of the coronation ceremony, nor because she had to deal with various sects. Just because Li Xintian is not sure yet, will he come?
"I don't know who Zhenwu Mountain will send this time?..." The girl sighed softly. Maybe she didn't realize that she mumbled involuntarily.
The maid waiting outside the boudoir heard the noise and two people came in immediately.
"Holy Maid." The two maids bowed to each other without saying anything else. They were obviously waiting for instructions.
Li Xintian was sitting on the big bed, looking up at the crescent moon above his head. When he saw the maid coming in, he said casually: "Do you think he will come?"
The two maids looked at each other, and from the confused and confused looks in each other's eyes, they chose to lower their heads even lower.
Li Xintian didn't wait for the answer he wanted, and suddenly felt a little angry with himself, but he couldn't compete with himself, so he had to say again: "Forget it, bring me the clothes."
The maids were startled and said: "Holy girl, it's midnight now, and there are still several hours before sunrise? Isn't it too early to put on the holy clothes now?"
Li Xintian tilted his head and thought for a while, then replied: "Practice first. If you don't know what to say, wouldn't it be bad?"
Naturally, the two maids would not have guessed that the "meeting" she mentioned had little to do with the coronation ceremony. They only thought that the saint was young and it coincided with the coronation event. Naturally, she was a little uneasy, which was okay.
However, why she looks like a young girl craving for spring... This, this remains to be seen.
