The golden Buddha light is like a ray of sun behind the long night.

From the remnants of Dongying City, countless masculine forces were scattered. A group of monks recited in the Shura Hell in the sea of ​​corpses and blood. The golden Buddhist scriptures were scrolled and turned into the golden light in the brokenness.

A round of Buddha's phantom, which seemed to be the coming of the world of the Ming King, dispelled the haze and pressed the Buddha's palm down in solemn and solemnity.

As the crimson barrier guarded by the ghost path, the Onmyoji who were still struggling to persevere under the four-way star mantra showed despair and saw the Buddha's light colliding with the crimson star sea.

It's like ice cubes touching flames.

As the hissing sounds, white smoke with spiritual energy rises, enough to resist the knife and axe cutting, and enough to block the ghost formation of thousands of troops, and is crushed.

At first there was only one crack.

But it soon turned into a spider-web-like black line. The Onmyoji looked up and saw that in addition to the golden light that the dazzling person could not open his eyes, there was also the howling of the dark blue soul.

They flew through the gloomy heavenly realm one by one, uniting the chaotic souls of the world, and storing the bombardment of various magic spells, and dragging the enemy back to the sky.

Drag into the hands of the man standing in the air and harnessing thousands of ghosts.

There are also glorious purple lights that cross the sky.

Taoist Ziwei was carrying a bird on her back and moved around the sky. The powerful Taoist in her hand seemed to turn into a continuous thunder gun. Every time the sword fell, a chaotic soul would be hit on the spot.

The King of Hongchen is on the run.

He turned into a chaotic soul and fled in all directions. In this place where the spiritual energy reached, it was a battlefield where he could gallop.

Even with the obstruction of Tai A Jian and Bai Gui Ye Xing, he could not stop all the chaotic souls. With the movement of the immortal magic, he could still escape and make a comeback!

Just escape one!

Just one!

The King of Hongchen was full of humiliation, like an immortal being knocked down into dust and fell into mud. I think that when Dong Ling was defeated and captured, he was also so humiliated.

But that's OK.

He still has a chance, he still has a chance

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The long and gloomy horn sound interrupted all the Xianjun's beautiful expectations for a comeback at this moment.

In front of him, a young army general in red armor was racing on a war horse. He raised his spear in his hand, like a big flag rising, and a blue ghost soldier surged out of the earth and sky behind him.

The cyan spirit body is like a rolling turbid current that is rolling in the back of a waterfall.

Within ten breaths, all the spaces that left this battlefield will be blocked.

The anger, hope, disgust, humiliation, and all emotions of the King of Hongchen were completely destroyed at this moment, just like a basin of cold water pouring down from the top of his head.

Destroy all the flames.

The ghost soldiers' crazy laughter resounded throughout the world, and the chaotic souls of the world looked back.

There was no sign of Shen Qiu here, but the Immortal Lord seemed to be able to see the smile on the faces of the disobedient mortals.

That damn, sarcastic, and sure-win smile.

There seemed to be a little more confusion in the immortal's eyes.

It’s obvious that everything is arranged without any leakage, and it’s obvious that everything is going according to the plan, why did this matter come to this point?

He looked at the non-city soldiers who were howling at him, and looked at the ghosts who transformed into bodies in the gust of wind, and he seemed to have found the answer to the question.

era.

It's really changed.

Thousands of years later, this world is really so strange.

Their era.

Perhaps, it has really come to an end.

"But it's not over yet."

At the moment when the ghost soldiers were flooded like a tide, the chaotic soul of the Red Dust whispered:

"I won't let you finish it so easily."

"You are a mortal! Don't underestimate me!"

"Bang"

While the chaotic souls were dying, there were rolling explosions in the remnant city. Next to the Wanling Formation that was no longer protected, Zhang Lan's demon cat made a sharp hiss and retreated continuously.

The last escaped Onmyoji's flower cyan was cut to death and looked back.

A storm of spiritual energy has risen from the formation of all spirits. In just a moment, it turned into a tornado connecting the sky and the earth, tearing apart the earth that was covered with corpses and seas of blood.

The spiritual stone used as the carrier array is also eliminated and cut in the wind, rolled up from under the ground, and thrown out of the smoke and dust.

"He took the initiative to instigate the spiritual formation!"

Hua Qing's face turned pale in the storm of wind and clouds.

In fact, there is no need for him to say more. Everyone present could feel that the tide of spiritual energy that had originally spread out more than 500 miles with the spiritual array as the center of the circle was being quickly retracted.

It was like an invisible beast swallowing water here.

With the shocking echo, the spiritual energy used from all directions has turned into a substantial sea in every place in this world, and in the sky, the black clouds of Manyan hundreds of miles are also rapidly disappearing.

The sunshine returns to the earth.

But this is not a good thing.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Zhang Lan forced the chaotic wind, and the spiritual energy in the wind was so rich that he could inhale pure spiritual power in every breath, and even felt like he could not accommodate it and was about to explode his body.

He walked to Hua Qing with difficulty. Bai Ling'er opened her mouth wide and swallowed the spiritual energy wildly. Her already huge body expanded rapidly, but it was also a drop in the bucket.

"What's going on?"

Zhang Lan shouted in the wind:

"I didn't say that it was like this before!"

"I didn't say it, because it shouldn't have appeared."

Hua Qing held the sword box and took a step back. Looking at the increasingly huge and surging spiritual tornado behind him, he said in a low tone:

"When the defeat was decided, the old ghost in Hongchen took the initiative to turmoil the operation of the All Spirits Formation. He would rather destroy this formation than let us dissipate the spiritual energy as we wish.

At this time, the spiritual energy had lost control and was swallowing back into its own formation.

But just relying on this formation itself, we cannot withstand so much spiritual energy that was quickly withdrawn in a short period of time.

It will expand rapidly.

Because of the constraints of the All Spirit Array, the spiritual energy must not be dissipated, but it has a limit to accommodate it, just like a bucket of water. After it is filled, if it is forced to be loaded, there will be only one ending left."

"Bang"

Huaqing made a bursting accent.

He lowered his head and said:

"With such a concentration of spiritual energy, once it crosses the limit, when it enters a state of chaos and explodes, we will definitely end up without any corpse.

Not only us, but even Taoist Ziwei, a master like the Heavenly List, could not bear it."

"Then what else can I do?"

Zhang Lan was so anxious that she scratched her head and asked in a panic:

"There must be a way, right?"

"Of course there is a way."

Hua Qing calmed down now. He untied the sword box, sat on it, pulled out the scroll of Miss A Qing from her sleeve, put it in front of her, and looked carefully while saying:

"Can you take everyone with you in an instant and move a hundred miles away?"

"What crazy words are you talking about."

Zhang Lan widened her eyes and hugged her head and said:

"I am not a god, so I definitely can't do it!"

"hehe"

Hua Qing glanced at him and said in a faint tone:

"Then I'm dead. Instead of shouting at me, it's better to spend the last time and miss life."

"go!"

Just as Zhang Lan was so angry that she jumped up and was about to beat Hua Qing, the sky turned upside down and the wind and clouds were rolling, a roar came from the sky. As if a muffled thunder sounded, something was coming down from the sky.

It's like a flying star, squeezing into a spiritual tornado gathered by wind and thunder.

"boom"
To be continued...