Kun Wuya's heart sank, he raised one hand, and a piece of animal bone with strange patterns stood in front of him.
The animal bone swelled in the wind, and in an instant it was as high as a door, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top. There were crack-like lines all over the body, as if it would break apart with the slightest touch.
But after a flash of light, those lines suddenly lit up, and masses of golden liquid flowed out from the cracks.
The liquid spread out, first filling the cracks, and then slightly overflowing into a few fine lines, connecting with the surrounding cracks like branches. Suddenly, an ancient monster skeleton covered with gold threads appeared on the scene.
As soon as the golden pattern was formed, a faint halo of light surged up instantly, meeting the attacking holy light all over the sky!
"Ding Ding Dang Dang" has a dense sound, with only a wave of attacks, and the halo on the beast bone is dull.
The holy light directly penetrated the halo and hit the animal bones, making tiny pits one after another.
But the next moment, the halo surged out again, and finally barely blocked the Holy Light attack.
This treasure is one of several important defensive treasures that Kun Wuya has collected over the years. It was originally prepared for the Sky Eye, but it comes in handy at this moment.
The one who screamed was Yuan Lintian. At this moment, he was wrapping his entire body tightly with eight blood wings.
But countless rays of holy light hit the blood wings, immediately splashing clouds of blood mist, and blood holes quietly appeared one after another.
The holy light is endless, as if it is endless, and the blood wings melt, as if they are rotting!
A cloud of blood mist rose up. It only rose three feet before being burned into nothingness by the tens of thousands of feet of holy light.
As time passed, the wing membranes and flesh on the blood wings had all melted away, leaving only a few pale skeletons. Yuan Lintian's condition became increasingly critical.
I thought that the saint's mana had been exhausted and she would no longer be able to perform magic. Unexpectedly, after eating a few fruits, the situation suddenly changed!
The two people who had been besieging the Saint just now were beaten by the Saint with the holy light that filled the sky, and they could only parry.
Kun Wuya first used the magical power of the immortal bird, and then used his original power to release the sword of the realm. At this moment, he was running out of energy and could only rely on the strength of the magic weapon to barely resist.
On the other side, Yuan Lintian's situation was even worse. Under the scorching heat of the holy light, his blood wings had completely melted, and his body began to slowly turn into blood.
The screams were like the roar of a devil, as if coming from the Nine Nether Hell!
Accompanied by the screams, Yuan Lintian's body began to slowly become smaller, his aura quickly dimmed, and the originally arrogant blood light also faded away like a tide.
The Immortal Killing Sword Formation above the head also trembled violently under the attack of the ten thousand feet of holy light, and was violently attacked by the Holy Spirit Heavenly Dragon Formation outside the formation, as if it would collapse at any time.
The animal bones in front of Kun Wuya were scorched black and had no spiritual energy. He raised his hand again with a little regret, and there was another ice shield in front of him!
Although this holy magic is powerful, it is much weaker than the magic used during the battle between gods and demons in the snowy mountains, so it can barely resist it.
Just a few treasures that took a long time to obtain were directly destroyed.
But if it continues like this, I'm afraid it will be inevitable!
Thinking of this, he suddenly wanted to escape. He looked around, but his expression changed.
The place where Liangchen was originally placed turned out to be empty, and a golden statue in mid-air was slowly floating towards the Saint of Light in the holy light.
Kun Wuya wanted to step forward and snatch it away, but even resisting it was extremely difficult, so there was no way he could snatch it away.
He could only watch the golden armor getting further and further away, and was finally accepted by the saint, but there was nothing he could do.
In this way, after damaging several treasures, and seeing that there was nothing to do, suddenly a thunder exploded above the head!
"Boom!" The heaven and earth shook!
However, the Zhuxian Sword Formation was finally unable to withstand the force of internal and external forces, and a huge hole was blasted out by a thunder bead!
Almost at the same time, the holy light in the sky suddenly dimmed!
The world suddenly slowly returned to its original color.
Kun Wuya looked around and saw that the figures of the Saint of Light and Liangchen were no longer in the air.
A bloody figure fell into the mountain like a kite, it was Yuan Lintian.
"What should I do?" Kun Wuya felt cold in his heart. After taking a few pills, he flew up, only to see a group of knights on the horizon galloping away with a colorful picture on their feet.
But the aura of the Bright Saint and Liangchen could no longer be sensed.
Master Qianqiu had also discovered that the enemy had escaped. He flew out of the sword cave with a group of disciples, but his junior disciple was missing in the mountain, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"Senior Wuya, has Junior Brother been...?" Qianqiu Sect Master slowly spoke.
"Being kidnapped by the Saint of Light!" Kun Wuya shook his head with a heavy expression.
After hearing this, everyone panicked and immediately became confused.
Everyone was like a group of dragons without a master, and they all looked at Kun Wuya.
"The opponent's realm is too strong. If you catch up, you will lose your life in vain. However, they have captured the little friend several times, but they have not directly killed him. Presumably his life should be safe for the time being!" Kun Wuya said slowly.
After hearing this, everyone felt a little at ease.
"You first send a message to the Sword Sect sects to temporarily close the teleportation arrays in each city, so that they cannot leave Zhongzhou quickly."
"If they choose to fly away, the team of hundreds of people will definitely leave clues." Kun Wuya ordered.
"Yes!" Qianqiu Sect Leader nodded.
"I have exhausted my mana and my original strength has almost reached its bottom. I need to cultivate for a few days before I can fight again."
"As soon as you have any news, send it to me immediately!" Kun Wuya continued, then as if he remembered something, he flew towards somewhere in the mountains.
A moment later, he appeared in front of everyone with a man whose flesh and blood were blurred and breathless.
"This man is the king of Wujiang, an old friend of Liangchen, and he ended up like this today because of him!" Kun Wuya sensed Yuan Lintian's situation and slowly shook his head.
"If you place him well, whether he can recover or not depends entirely on his fate!"
. .
Thousands of miles away, a ball of white light streaked across the sky like a meteor. In the light, a woman in white rode a six-winged Pegasus with a golden armor on her back.
It was the right time for the Saint of Light and her capture.
After flying at full strength for about an hour, she spotted a towering green mountain and slowly landed in it.
There was mist in the canyon, and there were already several women in palace attire waiting to be picked up.
"Welcome to the saint." When they saw the saint, they all knelt down and saluted.
"Start the formation quickly!" Saint Lady of Light ordered directly.
"Yes!" a woman responded.
There was a woman next to him. Seeing that the saint was the only one, and no one else arrived, she asked hesitantly:
"Why don't you see the Pavilion Master?"
"Huh?" The Saint of Light snorted coldly, and everyone's faces suddenly turned pale, and they did not dare to ask any more questions.
After turning around and moving a few times, the cliff collapsed somewhere, revealing a cave.
Several people flew in and disappeared, leaving only the fog getting bigger and thicker.
