"Fellow Daoist Lin, it's dangerous, get back quickly!"
Yang Lin reacted immediately when she rushed forward, but because he was weaker than her, he failed to stop her.
Lin Xiyue's position at this time was only one door away from the bombardment. Once the final obstacle was broken through, her position would definitely be severely impacted.
Even if she is a leader in the middle stage of the Nebula Realm, she may not be able to escape unscathed.
Fortunately, Lin Xiyue, who was once hailed as the top genius in Qingzhou, is indeed quite extraordinary, and her unique charm did not disappoint.
With the combined efforts of everyone, they were able to completely take this most powerful blow known as the Galaxy Realm.
But Yang Lin didn't dare to relax at all.
The battle with evil cultivators is not like a friendly sparring session in the academy. If you fail to achieve success with one blow, you will definitely not stop there.
Sure enough, although the attacks that followed were not as powerful as the hole-killing cannon, they were not weak at all based on their numbers.
Even if everyone tried their best, it would be difficult to stop them.
But Yang Lin couldn't give up just yet.
Now this gate represents more than just a line of defense.
If they can't withstand even this first round of attacks, I'm afraid that before the evil cultivators can launch a full-scale attack, their garrison personnel will be disintegrated.
And at this critical moment, Lin Xiyue's next actions made his heart rise to his throat.
After completely dispelling her magical resistance, she took out a book and collapsed and shouted.
It was as if he knew he was unable to resist and had completely lost his fighting spirit.
Yang Lin was startled, and was about to temporarily stop the supply of spiritual power for the battle, and then pulled away to take Lin Xiyue to the rear.
An unexpected scene happened.
A bright yellow light emits from the book in her hand that is extremely warm and reassuring.
Even the charms on the wall suddenly lit up, as if inspired by the light, and spread and clung to the surrounding walls at an extremely fast speed.
Until the entire building is wrapped in it, making the entire house extremely stable.
Under the illumination of the light, the spiritual energy consumed by everyone is restored at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time, the fatigue of the body and soul is fully relieved.
The howling wind dissipated, and the magical powers of several evil cultivators gradually dissipated under the influence of this strange energy, and were even assimilated and swallowed in turn, making the bright yellow light become stronger and stronger.
Until the end, the full blow of the late Nebula realm powerhouse seemed to have never happened before, completely turning into clouds and dissipating.
Only the devastation everywhere and the remaining images in the memory tell the story of the great horror just now.
But it's not over yet.
In just an instant, the bright yellow light covering the entire house gathered and turned into a human-shaped shadow dozens of meters high in the open space in front of the yard.
Including Yang Lin and Lin Xiyue, everyone present looked at the majestic figure with shocked faces.
The phantom was wearing chain-leaf chain mail, tiger-head boots, and a simple sword in his hand that was almost as tall as his body. Even if he looked from afar, he couldn't tell what the phantom's face was like.
Could it be that some legendary god was invited to come?
The god-lord didn't pay attention to the crowd, but just held up the sword, clenched it with both hands, and slashed it down in the direction of the evil cultivators with a huge force.
If it were said that Peng Qiu's attack just now was the strongest attack under the Galaxy Realm.
The slash of Minghuang Xuying definitely reached the level of a Galaxy Realm monk!
Before the blade fell, the terrifying air wave came.
Different from the strong wind that is stirred up by spiritual energy, this air wave is completely driven by terrifying power.
That's why it seems even more terrifying.
Even with the wall as a barrier, Yang Lin and others were unable to keep their bodies stable in the air waves, and all suffered only a slight aftermath. They all leaned down one after another.
Even if the aftermath has such power, it is really hard for everyone to imagine what will happen to the evil cultivators who are targeted.
Only Lin Xiyue, who was holding a book, was not affected by the outside world at all.
She raised her head and looked blankly at the phantom of the Lord of Gods, feeling as calm as ever in her heart.
For some reason, Lin Xiyue always had the feeling that if she could see the face of this phantom clearly, it would definitely look like that guy Xu Kuan.
Her thoughts were spinning in her mind, and she felt that she had thousands of words to say to that elm head, but she didn't know where to start.
It condensed a blow that was comparable to that of a strong person in the Galaxy Realm, coupled with the previous iron wall-like defense.
This sense of security was something she had never felt before, and for a moment she felt extremely warm in her heart.
But what followed was worry and distress for Xu Kuan.
Lin Xiyue really couldn't imagine how much effort it took Xu Kuan to produce such a book.
What's more, he also needs to make charms for the police to prepare for the battle with Luo Yuqian.
No wonder he looked listless when we last met. It must have been caused by excessive consumption.
The last time I saw him, my tone was very harsh, which must have broken Xu Kuan's heart.
Be sure to apologize to him properly next time you meet.
No, go find him after this crisis is over!
Lin Xiyue, who was thinking this way, did not expect it at all. After a moment, she threw this idea away and never wanted to find it again.
As the phantom sword of Shen Jun fell, a deafening loud noise sounded in everyone's ears.
"Leave Xiyueyue!"
Suddenly, Lin Xiyue's pretty face turned red, as if she was about to bleed.
Everyone present also turned their attention to that pretty figure, which made her even more embarrassed and angry. She wanted to buy a three-bedroom apartment on the spot.
She was very familiar with that voice, wasn't it that guy Xu Kuan!
But why would you add such a shameful sentence?
If only she could hear it, maybe she would be a little happier, but now she is just ashamed and angry.
That guy Xu Kuan just wanted to see her embarrassed!
This bastard actually called her Xi Yueyue, it was so disgusting!
It was in vain that she just thought about going to him to apologize or thank him, it was this guy who should apologize!
This was because Lin Xiyue had wronged Xu Kuan.
After all, this book was rushed out, and the function of the quotation had not been tested in advance. Even he himself did not know that such an effect would occur.
The situation was serious at this time. Although they were a little curious about Lin Xiyue's personal affairs, everyone also knew that the battle situation of the divine king was the key, so they hurriedly looked into the distance.
After all, it was just a special effect reserved by Xu Kuan. After a slash, it was difficult to maintain his figure. The huge phantom of the god turned into a stream of light and disappeared, leaving only a mess on the ground.
Just being swept by the aftermath of the sword light, countless vertical and horizontal sword marks were left in the courtyard.
Many cobweb-like cracks spread out in the space and slowly healed, as if the space here was unbearable when a blade passed through it, being torn apart and then reorganized.
The point where the blade landed was even more terrifying. A bottomless crack spread out for more than ten meters. Everything within the area was turned into powder, as if it had never existed.
Except for the square inch of land where the evil cultivators are located.
A dim yellow spherical shield slowly dissipated. A group of evil cultivators who had been extremely arrogant now lay down in a heap. Blood kept pouring out of their mouths and noses, and their bodies twitched from time to time, as if they were seriously injured and dying.
But unexpectedly, there were still six figures standing tenaciously.
The man in the lead was wearing a black robe and had a yellow crystal pendant hanging on his chest. He was not Chen Jiao.
