I feel extremely sad outside Kapok Temple, and I hear ghost cars deep in the dark moonlit night.
Central Plains·Wuzhen
The already dark sky was once again illuminated red by the fireball. Fire, there was fire in front of me, there was fire behind me. There was fire on Yan Jun's body. When he looked up at the sky, it was still fire that was about to fall.
"Ahem, Lao Wan, if you don't finish that formation, we will be responsible for it together with the people of this town."
Jin Yan limped out on the other side of the wall, with blood on his forehead.
"It's done, you all return to your seats!"
As soon as the words fell, the five people jumped to the five directions around Yan Jun, and at the same time absorbed the natural spiritual power and turned it into their own internal power.
"Array in thunder, violent thunder shakes the sand!"
"Array in the wind, it will soon snow and then it will clear up!"
"Array on the earth, beat the earth and shake the sky!"
"The formation is on fire, huh?"
The formation process suddenly stopped when Suzuhara Aoi's side was reached. Xiaokui kept whipping the golden-feathered iron-thorn whip in her hand, but somehow, not even a single spark came out.
"Xiao Kui, hurry up!"
Suzuhara Aoi was still beating her hard with the iron-thorn whip, but except for the sparks that appeared on the rocks when the whip hit her, there was no trace of the fire element. The spiritual power in nature seemed to have isolated her. The most common thing around her was fire, but not a single bit of it belonged to her.
Yun Musheng looked back at Yan Jun, who was suspended in the air, and saw that he seemed to be holding something in his hand, and there was a faint smile on his dark and flaming face.
"Looks like it was him." Everyone followed Yun Musheng's eyes and looked at Yan Jun. "He is Lord of the Brahma Heaven of the Twelve Realms. All the sources of fire around him should be controlled by him, so Miss Xiaokui cannot draw power."
"What should I do?" Jin Yan asked anxiously.
"Is it true that today, the sky is going to destroy Wuzhen and Wan Shiwu, me?" As he spoke, Wan Shiwu reached out and touched his chest, as if he remembered something.
I saw him take out a chain from his bag, which Mr. Ghost Che had given him earlier, and he took it off. He looked back at the crowd of Wuzhen people behind him, at the four-element exorcists in front of him, and finally at the pond at his feet.
The flaming boulder on top of a figure's head may count down for more than ten seconds before it falls, and the lives of these people have also entered a countdown of more than ten seconds.
"Hey, kid, are you scared now?" Wan Shiwu raised his head and looked with indifferent eyes. The speaker was Mr. Guiche, who had not shown up just now. He raised his finger and pointed ahead.
"Look, even if there is only this short moment left in life, that boy who is ten years younger than you is still fighting unyieldingly."
Wan Shiwu turned around following Mr. Guiche's words and saw that Yun Musheng was using all his strength to stab the aloof Yan Jun with his sword.
"You know it's useless, why do you do it?" Wan Shiwu's eyes were still dim. He no longer looked at Yun Musheng, but still looked through the puddle of water on the ground at the huge fireball getting closer and closer above his head.
"Knowing that it's useless, I still do it. Even though there are thousands of people, I'm going. I am the phoenix that robs the moon, my child..." Mr. Guiche patted Wan Shiwu's shoulder and put the chain in his hand back on. Above the neck.
"The old man handed this amulet to you, which is naturally its original mission. After the mission is completed, it will naturally leave you, and you also have things you have to do. It is not the so-called gods who have the seemingly powerful power. Mortals also have power!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Gui Che's whole body was enveloped by a black air, and a huge wing vaguely appeared behind him, and in the center of the wing, nine bird heads looked up into the sky.
Mr. Guiche suddenly kicked off the ground and jumped into the air, rushing straight towards the fireball that was right in front of him, concentrating all his internal energy on his chest.
"With a bright moon in your heart, you have no fear of disaster!"
The moment Mr. Ghost Car collided with the huge fireball, a violent explosion sounded from the bottom of the fireball. With a burst of dazzling light, the fireball the size of a hill was instantly blown into pieces.
The impact of the explosion seemed to have been deliberately controlled. It only blew all the rock fragments into the surrounding forests, without harming Wuzhen at all.
The group of people were extremely shocked when they saw this situation. Apart from the shock, they felt a sense of relief and comfort. There is no greater blessing in life than surviving a catastrophe.
Suddenly a burst of wild flames struck, heading straight towards Wanshiwu's face.
"Feng Liuyun·Han Che!" A whirlwind of dancing ice edges blew violently, colliding with the mad flames of Lord Yan and dissipating. Yun Musheng let out a breath of cold air and panted: "Even if the current body can withstand this extremely cold air, it is really laborious to use it with the Quick Snow Sword."
However, Yan Jun, who seemed to be a little angry, did not allow them to breathe. Several groups of wild flames came one after another. It was very difficult for the group to resist. Although Mr. Guiche's sacrifice brought everyone a short life extension, the source of this problem , still standing in the sky above Wuzhen.
"Isn't it still okay, Xiaokui?"
Xiaokui's eyes were already red and she was crying with unwillingness. The bricks and stones under her feet were beaten beyond recognition by her goldfish iron-thorn whip.
Suddenly, another burst of fire pushed the five people straight into the town. The five people stood up with difficulty. There were traces of burns from the fire on their bodies, legs, and arms, even though the flames gave people a kind of It feels cold, but the effect of burning the skin is still the same as ordinary flames.
Yan Jun raised his hands and drew a circle around his body. In an instant, stars lit up in the dark sky. Looking carefully, he saw that they were tens of thousands of arrows made of fire elements, each of which was gathering momentum. Ready to shoot at everyone in Wuzhen.
Wan Shiwu stood up, his eyes no longer looked as gloomy as before. Maybe it was Mr. Guiche's sacrifice, or maybe it was everyone's desperate spirit to fight against each other.
He hid the amulet around his neck in his clothes again and glared at Yan Jun in front of him. Xiao Kui beside him still couldn't make any sparks.
"Everyone, Wan is lucky enough to meet you. Today, you are willing to fight Wan one last time to show this old guy what power is!"
Yun Musheng and the other three people also stood up, each gathered their inner strength, and set up the Five Elements God-killing Formation that lacked the fire element.
In front of them is a world-destroying powerful enemy, and in the rear are the people and the land that need to be protected. At this time, there is no trace of fear in the eyes of the five people, and they resume their positions at various locations around Yan Jun.
"Arrayed on the water, ink misty rain!"
"Array in thunder, violent thunder shakes the sand!"
"Array in the wind, it will soon snow and then it will clear up!"
"Array on the earth, beat the earth and shake the sky!"
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"Do you want to come out and help your descendants?"
In the darkness, a woman had her back to Qiu Mingming, hiding in a corner and trembling slightly. She seemed startled when she heard Qiu Mingming's call. This was the first time in months that this little girl took the initiative to talk to her. say.
The woman turned her head slightly: "I am not a spirit exorcist. Even if I come out, I will not be able to defeat the Lord of Hell in the Twelve Realms, unless..."
"Unless I voluntarily let you possess the girl named Xiaokui, she can borrow your power to drive the fire element, right?" Qiu Mingming asked knowingly.
"But then, you might die."
"But if we don't do that, we will also be killed by the Lord of Hell, right?"
The woman was silent for a moment, then said with some doubt: "Even if they are all alive, then you are still dead. Does that make sense?"
"Everything in the world is meaningless. They are all given by people, and the same is true for sacrifice." Qiu Mingming looked up at the white-haired young man, and a line of hot tears rolled down the corners of her raised mouth. .
She stepped forward and gently held Suzuhara Aoi's hand. A strong force suddenly entered Xiaokui's body, and Qiu Mingming fell down.
"Array on fire, Suzuhara Homura!"
