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Almost without any distance, at the same time the two rushed out, several figures under the stage were already violent, and the different forms of spiritual power were intertwined and rushed towards the corner, but before the hit, the blue and white sword light suddenly appeared like the sun. Dasheng!

Huh! bump!

The spirit power exploded, and the spirit sword facing it was blasted straight out, turning into a phantom in the air, but the remaining more sword light shone, and it merged into a cage, and integrated into the air an invisible blue color." "Water mirror", Han Jiangchen's face was reflected in the mirror, and every line on that face was as tight as steel.

It's hard to imagine that such a fierce expression would actually appear on his face. The anger was even sharper and out of the sheath, like a giant dragon showing its minions, and the cold aura even pushed the nearby enemies back by half a step.

"What is it?!"

"This kid..."

"how is this possible?!"

"he is!!"

A shocking sound came from those who did not participate in the "formation." Compared with those who have become "components" of the formation, these people have a lower level of cultivation and seem to have more emotions-therefore, they can shout out regardless of face when they witness the unfolding of "Mirror Flower and Water Moon".

Su Yuzhu knelt among a corpse, his nostrils bleeding, and his eyes were dull.

In front of him, violent sword light was falling from the sky-if the previous sword formation's offensive was like a drizzle, then now, this is undoubtedly an overwhelming raging wave.

The raging waves rushed down, and the few figures who came forward were immediately submerged in the shadow of the sword. In the blood and light splashing, a figure jumped from the center of Jianfeng, and it was landing in front of Su Yuzhu.

At that moment, his figure was illuminated by the blue and white sword light, falling in the eyes of the young man, as inviolable as the lower realm of the heavenly gods.

"run!"

Su Yuzhu was so excited by the shout, he saw Han Jiangchen's sword pointing forward, carrying the sword light that whirled like a hurricane, standing in front of him.

"Run now." Han Jiangchen shouted with his back to him, "...don't look back!"

Su Yuzhu woke up like a dream, jumped up and ran in the direction where he fell.

Due to the outbreak of the "Mirror Flower and Water Moon" just now, a gap was forcibly punched in the direction leading down to the mountain-this was the gap left for him.

Su Yuzhu couldn't think much about it. Under the command of the shout, he got up and flew out and ran out. That action probably had all the strength of his life.

Behind, the blue and white sword light fell like a torrential rain.

After escorting Su Yuzhu away, Han Jiangchen didn't stop his hand. Instead, he scored more points in the output of spiritual power. It was a deadly fight with no adulteration, and the consequences were forgotten from the moment he shot.

This is not just seeking revenge for the "kind", but more importantly-only with this extreme offensive, he can cover Jiang Ling behind.

In the moment when "Jinghua Shuiyue" unfolded, she had already crossed the crowd and rushed to the high "altar". Several enemies who occasionally jumped up were brought down by her, and more of them were in the "formation". But the repairers just watched this scene like a puppet, and no one shot it.

Sure enough, she won the bet.

The host just said that once the ceremony begins, it cannot be interrupted.

Although there are many cultivators who are close to and above them, before the completion of this "ritual", they are equivalent to wooden stakes in the ritual.

Although I don't know how long this ceremony will last. But if the two of them want to survive, they must take advantage of this last gap. Otherwise, once these people are allowed to regain their ability to shoot, they will no longer have a chance.

Jiang Ling bit her tongue fiercely, and the tingling sensation went straight into her brain, making her thinking clearer than ever.

There was no problem with their lurking itself, but they were still discovered-not by any one of them, but by the "Taozi" who hadn't officially turned alive.

In this way, she can basically determine that the core of this "ghost city" blessed land, the real masters of this space, and the direct reason why they were drawn here inexplicably are the "daozi".

He saw them through the space and pulled them into the world in this mirror.

Furthermore, they have been under the watch of that "Daozi" since they entered the small village from the very beginning.

Although I don't know why he had to spend so much trouble on the premise of sufficient sacrifices, no matter what the reason, it would certainly not be a good thing.

Now that he hasn't fully awakened yet, this is the last chance to fight back.

She thought so, with a charm in one hand and a spirit sword in one hand, and under the cover of Han Jiangchen behind her, the figure swept across the field like the wind, passed the crowds, and rushed straight to the altar.

But before that, a figure stopped in front of her-it was the host.

At the moment before, she felt the turbulent spiritual power fluctuations, and the realm must be above her.

Except for the teachers in the school, this was the first time she felt the real state of oppression.

But this is also within her expectations. The moment the host stepped forward, aura had already appeared in her eyes.

"Stop!"

When Yuxinshu was launched, he ran into the opponent with the simplest and most direct command, and saw that the host's figure was slightly stagnant, but Jiang Ling was bleeding in his mouth and nose in an instant—unsurprisingly, he forced his mind control technique to face the suppression of the realm. , The backlash must be doubled.

But enough!

The success of her raid delayed this strong man for a while, which was enough!

The spiritual power ran wildly, regardless of the tearing pain in her brain, she forcibly squeezed the spiritual power to the limit, and jumped past the host.

Under the extreme excitement, her speed was even more ordinary. With only one breath, she has already stepped through the hundred-meter-long stairs. The black dome of the Palace of Heaven is clearly visible, and at the same time, there is a long-lost breath. .

Can't be wrong, can't be wrong! After so many years, she finally found this kind of breath!

This is the breath of sorcery, the breath in the deepest memory, the breath that she vowed to spend her whole life chasing, and now it is near!

The memory was screaming frantically, and the scene in front of her overlapped with the fragments of the past, which made her feel that the world was spinning, only the body was still rushing forward along the inertia, like a machine that was about to break down, rushing away.

But just as she stepped through the last step of the ladder, her pace stopped.

She threw herself at the end of the long stairs, blood flowing in her mouth and nose.

Behind her, the cultivators in the array opened their eyes together, and hundreds of eyes fell on her with tremendous pressure, and the pressure could almost crush her.

The ceremony... is it done?

Her heart vibrated violently, and the blood vessels all over her body seemed to be struggling to tear her skin. She put all her strength to break free~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but at that moment, she heard a heavy sound.

It's the sound of the door opening.

The ceremony was completed, and the door of the Temple of Heaven was opened.

Jiang Ling raised her eyes.

In the open door, she saw a "mirror".

In that "mirror", her own face was reflected.

Or maybe it was a face very similar to her.

...

At that moment, she felt that she had lost all the ability to think and act. She just kept her eyes open, her mouth open, and she sat there blankly, watching.

"Here, in my name..."

Under the altar, the crowd flexed their knees in unison, facing the figure that appeared in front of the door, swearing like a bell.

"Congratulations, Kunlun Daozi-Jiang Yang is here."