Unconsciously, the dusk thickened.
A corner of the battlefield was filled with waves of fire, and Huo Yao was full of fighting spirit, urging him to use a blood-red treasure flag to trap the waste in Gaixin.
The aura of the treasure banner is overwhelming, and thousands of fire-breathing snakes float in the sky, and a wall of flames covering the sky is set up to burn as much as possible.
The exhaustion was also extraordinary, the shadow of the iron fan opened and closed, and various visions appeared, completely blocking out the burning flames, while he sat unsteadily in the sea of fire with his eyes closed and meditative.
The war was raging elsewhere, but here the two of them were very free. Seeing that all the Huaying monks were being fought by powerful enemies, Huo Yao couldn't help but secretly become anxious.
What's more urgent is the waste. How can his ghostly body be at peace under the scorching heat of the sun? He didn't mean to be forbearing, but because he had no strategy to defeat the enemy, he was just pretending.
After a cup of tea, Huo Yao was just looking for Dian Ting to borrow a few thunder balls to help him fight, when he suddenly heard Xu Hua curse: "The old man is greedy for life and afraid of death, and he only knows how to set fire everywhere." There was clearly a surge of anger in his words,
With one word, Huo Yao revealed the truth, and Huo Yao smiled and scolded: "You damn ghost, come out and fight if you have the ability." As he spoke, he activated his magic power to stir up Huo Yun even more vigorously. Xiu Hua remained silent and continued to use force.
Qinyuan struggled with the water and the earth, and he was able to do it with ease. Suddenly, I heard cheers coming from the ground. I looked up and saw the dream elves using Konoha ropes to tie the bone beasts to the ground. The surrounding elves rushed forward and chopped them into pieces of meat.
Qin Yuan didn't feel any regret when he saw this. It was enough to exchange the lives of half of the elves for the group of withered bones beasts to charge into the battle.
Looking at the battlefield, except for the sporadic wood spirit flower charms and dark elves fighting trapped beasts, almost all the monsters in the wild were slaughtered.
As the reputation in the arena grew stronger, Dian Ting was good at using lightning strikes. With the blessing of Feng Nuan's wind spirit power, he summoned the Senluo electric sword to contain Que Ling and other infant transformation cultivators.
The dense electric sword contained abundant thunder power and poured down, turning all those who touched it into scorched earth.
The bird spirit shuttled through the Senluo Electric Sword, and then intercepted Feng Nuan to fight. She uses the sharp needle magic weapon that is as fast as a flying rainbow. The needle is divided into yin and yang, one black and one white. When it is moving, it looks like a ghost, and when it retreats, it is as light as snow. When it moves, it is weird and sinister to the extreme.
Dian Ting used the Thunderbolt Technique without any reservation, and his mana was drained very quickly. He was fighting with the three Yin Transformation cultivators, and the situation was in danger.
Feng Nuan was entangled by the sparrow spirit and was unable to save him. He watched helplessly as Dian Ting was killed and transformed into a wisp of pure Qi that slowly dissipated.
Shui Mei accidentally turned her head and saw Dian Ting dead, and she was also in chaos. Qin Yuan took advantage of the situation to suppress the attack, and the sword light burst out and came flying. At the critical moment, Tubao sacrificed his life to save him, but also became a dead soul under Qinyuan's sword.
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The odds of victory and defeat on the field gradually became clearer, but no one dared to relax, because the only thing that sealed the final victory was the two forces fighting on top of Ruomu.
Above the ink cloud, the moon and stars were sparse, and Meng Yin had been holding on for a long time with the support of Ruo Mu's divine power. Under the continuous beating of the two Kongming monks, it is really commendable that they can still maintain an undefeated situation.
Ye Qi floats like a god, his appearance disappears and appears. He crosses the darkness at will to fight with Meng Yin. The hands and fingers of the two sides meet, white light and black light burst out, entangle, and collapse. The sky is suddenly as bright as day, and suddenly falls into eternal night.
Lu Wu stood as tall as a mountain, his spiritual energy suddenly became disordered when he moved his palms, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly became weird. The void fluctuated, and crystal lights as big as beans poured into the arena.
Meng Yin exclaimed: "Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi!"
Yuan Qi is originally the most mysterious and wonderful chaotic energy between heaven and earth. When the energy gathers, all things come into being, and when the energy disperses, all things perish. It is a subtle thing that can only be understood but cannot be described.
Practitioners in the Kongming stage can seek immortality by absorbing Yuan Qi and cultivating the physical body. However, if they want to turn the emptiness into practicality for actual combat, it will be difficult for those who are not at the level of Kongming Dacheng or above to mobilize it.
Lu Wu has been keeping a low profile for many years, and his cultivation seems to have reached the highest level. If he breaks through again and enters the period of annihilation, he may be able to ascend and return to the fairyland in the daytime.
Meng Yin was surprised, but he was filled with envy in his heart. No matter how entangled the grievances were, he still hoped that the once enlightened beast could regain its former glory, and it would be better than rotting with the grass and trees in the human world.
Lu Wu could not guess what Meng Yin was thinking. He took several steps in the air, and the endless Yuan Qi of heaven and earth roared towards him, forming an iron fist with brilliant white light and suddenly struck out.
The shadow of the fist is steady and concentrated, the strong wind is blowing, and the domineering and powerful fist force is fully activated. This can be called the most terrifying killing move in the world, and its fierce and unforged strength is enough to destroy everything in the world.
Ye Qi's face was pale. He didn't want Lu Wu to hurt the innocent by mistake, so he suddenly turned around and threw himself into the dark shadows to escape.
The more Yuan Qi ran, the stronger the shadow of his fist became, and the air seemed to be drained out in the blink of an eye.
Meng Yin's originally light and elegant figure suddenly felt stagnant, his eyes flashed with panic, and then returned to indifference. No one can withstand the attack of heaven and earth Yuan Qi, and neither can he.
However, Meng Yin did not issue an order to retreat. In such a situation, he did not know where the elves could hide. Xiao Mengjiu's peaceful departure filled him with longing. Maybe one day, this remaining fire would be able to ignite a raging flame.
Meng Yin's mood seemed to have never been so peaceful. He did not resent anyone, including Huo Yao, Lu Wu, and Ye Qi, even though the entire elves had to pay the price for these people's selfishness. Life is so joyful, and death is so painful. Seeing the shadow of his fist moving forward, he tried his best to force out the remaining magic power in his body to form an air shield for a last ditch effort.
The fist shadow Juechen, the overwhelming power that Pei Mo could not control, could simply make a hole in the sky.
Meng Yin stood in front of me like a stubborn stone, as small as dust.
Suddenly, Ruomu shook violently, and a brilliant light burst out and merged with Mengyin's body.
Suddenly, the Meng Qi Machine surged, and the thick and turbid air shield burst into blue light.
The bright light brushed away the dense clouds, reflecting the entire battlefield in blue. The cold and abundant murderous intent roared in the wilderness, shocking everyone below to the point of danger.
The shadow of the fist roared in, boom!
The huge roar was deafening, and a brilliant and dazzling circle of light shot out when the fist and shield met, sweeping across the wasteland with an overwhelming momentum.
No one can describe the splendor of this moment, the invincible power, the domineering power of killing a Buddha when someone blocks it, which is beyond the reach of the human world.
There was a clicking sound, and the thick air shield was shattered. Meng Yin was like a puppet without strings, fluttering backwards. There were faint fluorescent lights around it, but its physical body had been completely destroyed.
Lu Wu breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly saw the broken light of the air shield rising one after another, suddenly coming together to attack him while running away.
After he exerted his heaven-defying magical power, his aura was in chaos, and his energy, energy, spirit, and three senses were operating in an extremely disharmonious manner. Yuan Qi's attack harms Tianhe and will inevitably damage the Daoji of the caster. In addition, this place has been ravaged by war, and the spiritual energy is thin and cannot be replenished in time, which makes Lu Wu extremely uncomfortable.
The shattered light came invincibly, colliding violently with Lu Wu's chest and abdomen before collapsing. Lu Wu suffered such a heavy blow, and a mouthful of blood that he had suppressed in his throat spurted out.
Ruomu shivered, and its counterattack in the face of danger exhausted all its vitality. The leaves shone and the journey was completed sadly. The leaf falling back to its roots is an inevitable fate. All over the place, Konoha let out a sigh and gently turned into dust.
When the fluorescence dissipated, a young Nascent Soul with a similar appearance to Meng Yin huddled helplessly in the sky, slowly gaining the strength to open its eyelids. Feng Nuan turned into a wisp of breeze, full of sadness and gracefully carried towards the dream.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred, the void quietly fluctuated, and Ye Qi, who was pale and dressed in black clothes, stepped out of the darkness, smiled evilly, and suddenly took out his palm to take a photo of Nascent Soul.
In the east, the light blue sky is painted with a touch of bright red, the clouds are rolling gently, and the dawn is coming.
This was a day full of sorrow and hatred. The sudden passing of Meng Yin caused the elves to collapse.
Before I could cry out loudly, I heard the sacred and indestructible Ruomu wailing. Suddenly, it withered completely.
The elves completely gave up the idea of resistance, and were filled with overwhelming sadness. They screamed and cried so hard that they couldn't help themselves.
Huo Yao knelt down on the dirt and burst into tears. The tears rolling down his face revealed his endless guilt and regret. He almost suffocated as he cried. He wished he could dig out his whole heart, crush it and trample it in the mud.
The wise Elf King and the immortal Ruo Mu both died quietly in this battle that will be remembered in history.
There are no tombstones and no memorials, but their existence is like a comet streaking across the sky, leaving a splendid trajectory.
Ye Qi stood in the air, his eyes slightly dull with anger hidden in his eyes. He really couldn't figure out why Ruo Mu suddenly collapsed. He worked hard and paid a heavy price to take Ruo Mu as his own, but all the efforts were in vain.
Lu Wu stepped on the place where Meng Yin disappeared, his face was as calm as water, showing neither joy nor sorrow. He stood like this coldly for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "Meng Yin can't survive, but the sacred tree is also willing to go." Death, things are like this, how can people be embarrassed!" The words were filled with sighs.
Life is one journey after another. Tonight, he is well-dressed and well-fed, and he is facing the west wind. Seeing such high righteousness, how can he not make people feel sad for him.
Seeing the elves grieving and grieving, and seeing bones everywhere, the enemy looked gloomy and silent.
Only Ye Qi was angry in his heart and cursed: "In this case, these Xu clan members cannot stay."
Lu Wu sighed secretly, cutting the grass without eradicating the roots will bring new growth when the spring breeze blows. He was just about to speak when he suddenly saw the candlelight swaying underneath, and the elves fluttering their wings and gathering together. They held the six-colored rays of light with sad faces and chanted in unison:
Dawn breaks through the clouds;
Cold wind blows across the mountain tops;
The merciful Holy Spirit comes on the rainbow;
Brush away the clouds, and let the glory and glory follow the fate.
Flowers are blooming one by one;
It blooms in the shades of trees and across the wilderness;
Looking at Yunhan, my mind is full of blue sky;
Guard until death.
Evil spirits lurk in the dark night;
The evil spirit hides itself in the thorns;
The courageous Holy Spirit descended from heaven;
Act on behalf of heaven and wake up death.
The seeds of light fall to the ground and take root;
Light up the abyss and drive away the darkness;
Walking through wind and frost, wading through rain and snow;
Defend without fear...
Lu Wu sighed deeply, with mixed feelings in his heart. These words were just like the sentences in the ancient code that were adhered to and followed, but they were just words he said in the past. The elves continued to chant solemnly and piously, which made Lu Wu feel ashamed.
The rising sun soaked into the clouds and slowly illuminated the wilderness.
The mountains and rivers were silent, and the fragrance of wooden leaves suddenly floated from the distant mountains, and the strong smell of blood seemed to be diluted.
The smell of wood leaves was getting stronger, and everyone in Qinyuan breathed in the fresh air greedily, but they saw Ye Qi's eyebrows suddenly turned cold, and he flew over the elf like chasing the wind and lightning and slapped it down with his palm.
While the rest of the people were busy looking around, they saw a blazing white light blooming around the elf. It enveloped all the elves and disappeared after a flash. They looked around, but their shadow was nowhere to be seen.
Ye Qi's palm force failed and he punched a big hole in the ground. His face was ashen and he shouted: "Wood Elf!"
From the beginning to the end, Lu Wu remained unmoved, not even blinking his eyelids. Seeing the confusion among the people sitting there, he slowly said: "There are vague descriptions in the ancient books, saying that the wood elves were born in the depths of the ignorant forest. place. However, throughout the entire wilderness, there has never been a legend of a wood elf. Perhaps because it has the body of a wood elf, it can transform into grass, trees, branches and leaves to hide."
Everyone was stunned. Lu Wu glanced at Ye Qi coldly and continued: "The matter here is over. Brother Ye, don't forget yesterday's appointment." After that, he led his men to retreat slowly.
Ye Qi held the Da Luo Tian Net and the Flying Star Obliteration Bow, with a smile appearing on the corner of his lips.
The damp wilderness was littered with corpses, and no one paid a second glance. The tragic road has long been doomed to loneliness. Let it wither and turn into mud as it comes and goes. Maybe next year, flowers will bloom here again.
