Following Qu Youyuan's roar, Mo Long rushed out of the formation of Mo Mei Villa, aiming to wipe out the two venerables of heaven and earth.

His entire body was boiling at this time, and the body of the ink dragon was dancing like a boil. Driven by the furious waves, the boiling level would become a little stronger every second.

When it approached the two venerables, it had the potential to swallow up the heaven and earth.

There was a trace of approval in Lord Tian's eyes.

Showing approval to the enemy in battle, one situation is that the opponent is indeed a junior worthy of praise, and another situation is that watching the opponent's dying struggle can actually cause some splash, so he shows some small praise to show

mercy.

Tianzun obviously belongs to the latter.

He stretched out his hand and raised it in the air, as if nothing had happened, but as if the space within three feet around him had completely changed.

The ink dragon was flying and tumbling, rushing forward with supreme spiritual pressure, but was forced to stand still in mid-air.

Qu Youyuan's eyes widened and he stared at the indifferent expression of the old man in front of him.

The distance between them is only three feet.

The distance of three feet is very close, only one or two steps in length, but now these three feet are an insurmountable chasm for him.

The ink dragon can move the sky and swallow all things, but here it can't even move forward even an inch.

"This is my world. The wind can come in, the rain can come in, but you can't come in."

Tianzun said indifferently, and with a wave of his sleeve, the ink dragon's tail was cut off immediately, and a large piece of spiritual ink splashed down from his body, dyeing the ground dark, as if there had just been a rain of ink.

"Tian Sheng Jue..."

Qu Youyuan gritted his teeth and clasped his palms together, and the spiritual ink flowing from Mo Long's body was immediately sucked into his body.

As the spiritual ink entered his body, Qu Youyuan's whole body began to swell, and his whole body became enlarged, like an inflated puffer fish that might explode at any time.

Inside Momei Villa, everyone had solemn expressions.

Qu Youyuan forcibly introduced so much spiritual ink into his body. Even if he had reached the immortal level and his meridians were connected to the heaven and earth, it would still be impossible for him to bear it. It could even be said to be the same as committing suicide.

But they understood Qu Youyuan's choice.

Only in this way can he fight for a glimmer of hope and a glimmer of hope for Mo Mei Villa.

At this moment, another crack appeared in the formation of Momei Villa.

Ming Dao looked at the other old man who was bombarding the formation, clenched the scabbard in his hand, and said angrily: "I'm really unwilling."

The Heavenly Lord alone was able to withstand the attack that gathered the strength of all of them, and the Earthly Lord was even able to use his hands to destroy their formation.

And they have all lost the ability to resist.

Even if they were in their heyday, they would not be able to deal with the Earth Venerable who had mastered the Holy Art of Heaven.

Momei Villa was a complete failure this time.

Ming Dao was beating his chest and stamping his feet when his hand was held by someone.

The hand holding him was as beautiful as catkin, as if it had a faint fragrance.

Wei Sheng looked at him with a smile and sighed: "Who would have thought that he

They would be so generous."

"Fortunately, I won't let them go."

Ming Dao felt the tenderness in his hands, and the dissatisfaction in his heart dissipated a lot. He smiled and said: "Yes, brother will avenge us."

He sighed, looked at the lobby, which was best protected by the formation, and said helplessly: "It's just a pity for these little guys."

Yan Cheng stared intently at the figures of the two venerables, clenched the ink-less pen in his hand, and remained silent.

"Don't just sit paralyzed as though you were dead. The matter hasn't reached that moment yet."

Mr. Wenliu stood up on the ground, his delicate body could not help shaking, but it seemed as if he was standing upright, holding up the entire sky of Momei Villa.

She is the head mistress here. Now that Qu Youyuan has no time to take care of the villa, she is the backbone of the villa.

"Do you still remember what the master said?"

"How could you forget?" Ming Dao replied with a smile, "This formation should not be used for killing, but if you push people too hard, you cannot sit back and wait for death."

He struggled to stand up, helped Wei Sheng up, and said with a smile: "The Blood Demon Sword has already consumed a lot of my blood, and I don't care about that."

After saying that, he used his spiritual power to cut open the tips of his ten fingers. The blood kept dripping and splashed on the ground.

The blood flowers gradually connected into one piece, turning into countless thin red lines, immersed in the earth of Momei Villa.

During this process, the blood in Mingdao's fingertips flowed faster and faster, as if he was being greedily devoured by something.

Wei Sheng smiled faintly, followed Ming Dao's example, blood spattered on the ground, and said with a smile: "I don't care either."

Yan Cheng frowned slightly and looked at the pen in his hand. The tip of the pen lightly crossed his fingers, and his frown deepened.

It hurts a bit, but it's bearable.

At least it's much better than the wound on the chest.

Mr. Wenliu smiled slightly, and blood spurted out from his fingers: "Then...let's leave them the last obstacle together."

…

Countless blood lines flowed on the broken floor of Momei Villa, completely covering the faintly broken talisman.

A violent black mist rose from Momei Villa, with blood hidden in the mist.

At this moment, Momei Villa is no longer as pure and peaceful as usual, but instead has a killing intent that devours everything.

Lord Earth frowned slightly.

Every time he flicks his sleeves, he can bring about changes in the heavenly secrets. Even though the formation of Momei Villa is exquisite, it cannot resist the changes in the heavenly secrets.

But this time, his attack had no effect.

The mist enveloped him instead.

"I don't even want the root anymore."

Lord Earth smiled mockingly.

The rising mist is the spiritual ink that blooms when the formation melts, and it contains the will of the masters of the formation, so they tried to eliminate him with the most decisive attitude.

This is an offensive that can only be launched to completely liberate the formation of Momei Villa. If the enemies of Momei Villa are trapped in it, even if they have immortal level cultivation, they will only die.

This is the ending.

The last person to experience this bloody mist was Sword Demon Shang Kunlun.

He did not die because the sword intent of the Blood Demon Sword naturally restrained all spiritual power and corresponded to the blood energy of the blood mist. It only took him a quarter of an hour to escape from the trap.

Lord Earth is not a sword demon, but he also has his own methods.

No matter how powerful the blood-colored black mist was, it stagnated within the three-foot space around him.

Three feet away, the world is completely different.

The blood mist was boiling three feet away, seeping inward and spreading slowly at an extremely slow speed.

This speed is so slow that you may not be able to feel its nibbling with the naked eye, but the nibbling is indeed proceeding in an orderly manner.

Lord Earth's body trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with cold light.

…

By the West Lake, everyone could see the giant black dragon still in the sky, as well as the blood-colored mist that filled the mountains.

The sun has not yet set, and there is not a single pedestrian on the street. Everyone is huddled at home, occasionally daring to look out the window at the horrific scene.

Qu Youyuan looked at this extremely familiar scenery with some difficulty.

The boiling of the ink dragon gradually stopped, and then completely disintegrated.

He smiled bitterly, then fell down like a kite with its string broken, submerged in the blood mist, and became silent again.

He was defeated, completely defeated.

Even after pouring everyone's power into it, he still couldn't break the Heavenly Saint Technique.

Lord Tian paid no attention to the falling Qu Youyuan, nor did he pay attention to the shallow palm print on his chest.

He was observing the blood mist.

"What an amazing formation."

He murmured, and a breeze appeared in his sleeves, which immediately turned into a sharp wind blade and blew down.

This wind blade has been infused with the power of the Heavenly Holy Technique. Even in the blood mist, it can travel freely in a short period of time.

This wind blade did not shoot in the direction of Lord Earth.

He has no intention of helping Lord Earth.

He knows the strength of his companions.

This formation did cause some trouble to the sword demons back then, but unfortunately, they were not seriously injured sword demons, and the person who is activating this formation now is not the same person back then.
To be continued...