When the outer shell of the rock was completely peeled off, the thick "sheath" collapsed into a stone mountain, and the strange phenomena disappeared at the same time in the two places thousands of miles apart.
A gray long sword was held in Mo Ci's hand.
The stone-like sword is neither sharp nor dazzling, has no mysterious lines, and has no majestic appearance. It is extremely ordinary.
But the moment it appeared, all the remaining ancient demons were annihilated.
Mo Ci held the stone sword in his hand and pointed directly at the clouds.
With a move of his wrist, Wusheng Sword slashed out a crescent moon-like gray light and flew out lightly.
It seemed to be moving at a somewhat slow speed. The clouds and mist tried to avoid it but could not completely avoid it. A trail of hair-like mist tail was hit by the gray light.
The wisp of mist was instantly dyed gray, and then there was a strange feeling, as if a person's soul was gone. This wisp of mist ushered in the disappearance of life at this moment, and truly "died".
The beast god cut off the tail of the fog and was about to make a move when the flame of the Taiqing lamp hanging high above flickered violently.
Dim and soft light poured down, casting a small shadow behind and below the clouds.
The leader of Taichu Guan activated his spiritual power, the flame of the lamp surged, and the shadow grew suddenly, and immediately took shape.
The three people present were stunned.
The enemy's shadow does not look like a cloud, but a human figure.
The figures in Momo Huhu couldn't tell their gender and appearance, and looked gloomy in the light.
There was no time to think, the leader of Taichu Guan continued to perform the magic formula, the flames of the lamp were shaking, and the figure floated tremblingly, as if it had life and entity.
It opened its arms and hugged the clouds. It seemed like a gentle movement, but it was a strong yoke.
Yunwu was imprisoned by his own shadow and could not move.
Mo Ci swung his sword again, still the simplest move.
At the same time, Shang Jia formed a formula with his hands and made a virtual seal on the three dice spinning in front of him.
The dice suddenly stopped, and the side facing the Wusheng Sword turned red.
Three, five, one.
The flying sword light suddenly turned into a gray beam of light, its power increased nine times.
Wherever it passes, even the space dies.
Facing the lifeless gray light, Yunwu seemed to have no choice but to wait for death.
But there was no hint of joy on the faces of the three of them.
It went so smoothly, extremely smoothly.
Then, as if in response to their premonition, a gap opened in the sky.
The colorful stream of light gushes out like a torrent that bursts from a dam, and the light that is as beautiful as the body of the ancient demon condenses into a huge arm in an instant.
The colorful light on the arm flows, reaching between the clouds and gray light. The palm is raised up, the thumb is clasped tightly against the palm, the middle finger is half-flexed, the index finger, ring finger and little finger stand upright, forming a strange seal.
The gray beam of light that had arrived in a moment hit the palm that formed the seal.
There was no sound, and the beam of light was cracked open like tofu, smoothly divided into two halves and splayed diagonally to the left and right.
But the power of his palm continued unabated, and he was approaching Mo Ci in an instant.
Mo Ci's eyes shrank, his body retreated sharply, and he swung his sword across. The blunt blade of the Wu Sheng Sword came into contact with the palm of the hand, and a deep cut was instantly made in the palm of the hand, and the entire palm was almost broken into two pieces.
The seal was released, and the palm of his hand quickly retracted as if in pain, then stretched out towards the clouds, Xuxu grabbed the figure.
The fingers tightened, and the figure exploded and dissipated.
With the crackling sound of the kacha, the flame of the Taiqing lamp dimmed suddenly, and the weak flame seemed to be extinguished at any time, and a thin crack penetrated the lamp holder.
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to discomfort.
The lack of an arm means a lack of strength, but it does not diminish the terrifying sense of oppression at all.
The clouds and mist melted into the giant's body, and the injured palm was restored to its original state.
The Jubao Cauldron and the Taixuan Qiankun Pot both flew up. The mouth of the cauldron and the spout of the pot faced the giant, exerting a suction force.
Two streams of colored light were sucked into the giant's body, and they poured into the two Taoist artifacts like waterspouts.
The opponent didn't react at all to his power being taken away. The huge head turned towards Mo Ci and his five fingers formed seals again.
The seal, which is different from the one just now, activates the nameless power between heaven and earth.
A strange syllable came from nowhere, like a whisper or a roar of an animal. It was as dull as thunder rolling in the sky, exploding in Mo Ci's ears.
puff!
Blood spurted out and spread all over the sky.
…
Demon realm.
On the top of the mountain, several figures appeared in front of Yin Shan, half-kneeling and bowing their heads in respectful postures.
Among the three, one is the Yuan Du Beast Emperor with red hair and lively eyes, the other is the Benyun Beast Emperor with a long and velvety tail and a graceful body, and the third one is Long Jing who should be recuperating in his own territory. Beast King.
Behind several beast kings, several huge level 10 monster beasts were crawling on the ground.
Yinshan: "Everyone leads his troops to their positions."
The Beast Kings responded in unison, and then dispersed and left. The tenth-level monsters also left in different directions.
The space shook faintly, and the three invisible human cultivators were slightly shaken.
Just as they were hesitating whether to allocate manpower to stop the Beast Kings, Yinshan said: "If you stop them, can you stop me?"
As soon as these words came out, the three of them immediately gave up the idea of splitting up and could only spread the news first.
However, even if the news is received, no one can quickly make command and dispatch under the current situation.
Yan Lan stepped forward and set up tables, chairs and tea in the open space next to her.
Upon seeing this, Yinshan said, "They don't want to sit down and have a cup of hot tea."
Yan Lan smiled and shook her head.
"This is for you."
She waved her hand, and a pile of jade slips appeared on the table.
"Since you are free, just finish the unfinished business yesterday. I went to assist Longjing, so I don't have time to help you."
After saying that, he walked away gracefully, leaving Yinshan silent in front of a table of jade slips.
…
The awards ceremony has reached its final stage.
Senior figures from Shijue Mansion and this year's winners will board the incense car and parade around Shanmen and Xingyu City.
This kind of incense car has a special shape. There is no carriage on it, but it is built with various artificial landscapes, exotic flowers and plants, flying springs and waterfalls, steep rocks, etc.
The long queue of fragrant cars was suspended in mid-air several feet above the ground. Qian Ran invited Jing Yingrong to board the leading car.
As the clouds dispersed in the car, a snow-white jade tree opened its crown, and its crystal leaves shed endless starlight.
Jing Yingrong stood still under the tree, and Qian Ran was about to board the car after him, when suddenly an elder hurried over and whispered a few words to him.
Qian Ran's expression changed after hearing this.
"How could a tenth-level monster break into our realm? It wasn't because of Taichu..."
He glanced at Jing Yingrong subconsciously, and then quickly made arrangements in a few words, asking the elder to lead people to intercept the monster.
The other monks were far away, so no one knew what happened. Qian Ran had no intention of explaining. After boarding the chariot, he looked at the mirror with a wry smile and said:
"It's really strange. How could a high-level monster run wildly in a perfectly good place? How could it get past the Gui Sect and Ni Ya Palace?"
Jing Yingrong: "Today's decisive battle between the human race and the demon race, don't you know?"
Qian Ran: "...What?"
Jing Yingrong understood: "It seems that they did not notify the forces that were not strong enough."
Qian Ran's expression was dull, and he didn't come back to his senses until the incense car started.
"No matter what, I think the decisions made by the three major sects will not be wrong. We can wait for the results with peace of mind."
He quickly thought about it and put this
Putting the matter behind him, he waved to the onlookers on both sides of the road below the procession with a spring breeze.
The car was driving slowly, and it was foreseeable that it was too early for this link to end.
