There were shouts and curses endlessly. Someone used powerful internal force shocks to try to force others back. The internal force turned into huge shock waves, and wherever they went, the rocks shattered;

Some people have ghostly figures, shuttled like loaches in the chaos, trying to seize the sword while everyone is fighting. Their figures appear and disappear in the light and shadow, making people unable to defend themselves.

The scene was in chaos, and they completely ignored each other's identities and camps. At this moment, in their eyes, there was only the Demon Lord Black Sky Sword emitting endless temptation. For it, even if it was enemies of the whole world, it would be spared.

Ling Xiao stood there, a sneer raised at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of disdain and mockery appeared in his eyes. He looked at the chaotic scene in front of him and thought to himself that these so-called strong men were so vulnerable in the face of greed.

Instead of escaping in the chaos, he stood there quietly, his feet as if they were rooted, like a calm statue, exuding a calmness and calmness beyond the chaos. At the same time, his feet were quietly underneath them.

Start drawing the teleportation holy pattern array.

His hands danced slightly. In this depressing environment, every trace of internal force was extremely difficult for him to mobilize his internal force, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. The internal force flowed out from his fingertips like silk threads, outlining complexity on the ground

Mysterious lines.

Each pattern flashed with a faint light, as if it contained endless power. The light swayed in the darkness, but tenaciously resisted the erosion of darkness.

His eyes were focused and firm, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and he carefully controlled the output of his internal force, for fear of a slight mistake, because it was related to whether he could successfully escape this desperate situation.

On the other side, there was a silence in the water prison. The torches on the walls flashed with faint light, reflecting the surrounding wet stone walls. Water droplets kept falling from the top of the cave, making a "tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick

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Suddenly, a slight ripples appeared in the space, as if a stone was thrown into the calm lake, waving layers of waves. A figure quietly appeared, and this person was Chongtian. His figure appeared in the darkness, like a ghost.

generally.

There was a complex look in his eyes, which contained nostalgia and reluctance to the Magic Tower. After all, there was his years of cultivation memory and his former partners; there was also anger and disagreement about what the Magic Tower did this time.

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The Demon Tower threatened Ling Xiao's friends. This despicable behavior really made him unbearable. He knew that this behavior violated his inner morality, so he came here to save people resolutely.

His eyes quickly scanned the water prison, trying to find the position of the imprisoned person, not letting go of every corner. His steps were slowly and firmly towards the target, and every step seemed to break the darkness of the magic building.

Although his heart was full of treason, his determination never wavered.

In the water prison that looked like a giant beast, thick darkness and dampness intertwined, as if layers of airtight curtains were wrapped tightly with the imprisoned people. They curled up in the cold corner.

Inside, each other's bodies are closely linked to each other because of fear, and their trembling bodies are like the shaking dead leaves on the branches in late autumn.

The dim and dim light squeezed in from the narrow vent at the top of the prison, casting mottled and faint light on the ground, reflecting their terrified faces.

Their eyes were filled with panic and despair, which was a deep fear of unknown destiny. Every time they looked up at the closed prison door, the fear in their eyes deepened a little more, as if the shadow of death in the next second

It will completely cover them.

In this suffocating silence, a gentle but extremely penetrating sound suddenly sounded, like a lightning bolt that cut through the night sky, instantly breaking the depressing atmosphere: "Don't panic, I'm Ling Xiao's

Senior brother, come and save you."

The sound kept echoing in this closed space, and every syllable seemed to carry the power of warmth and hope, like a dawn in the dark, shining straight into the despairing hearts of everyone, making them as dead as if they were dead.

A glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes.

Chongtian's figure appeared quietly in front of the prison door like a ghost. The dim light outlined a blurry outline on him, but it could not conceal the calm temperament emitted from his body. This temperament was like a storm in a storm.

The Dinghai Shen Needle makes people feel inexplicably at ease in panic.

He raised his hand slightly, and the hand looked pale and powerful in the dim light. As he moved, his internal force slowly flowed out from his fingertips like an invisible thread. These internal forces were like a lively elf.

, quickly drilled into the complex lock on the prison door.

In an instant, a slight "click" sound came from inside the lock, and then the prison door slowly opened with a "creaking" sound. The sound was sharp and harsh, like an old wooden door telling the long-standing confinement.

It is bitter and sour.

At this time, the battles in the outside world have entered a white-hot stage, with intensity beyond imagination. The lights of various magics shine together, red like fire, blue like lightning, and purple like mysterious light, illuminating the entire sky with colorful colors.

, it is like a gorgeous feast of fireworks.

However, under this beautiful appearance, there are endless danger and death breaths. The sound of the battle is deafening, the roar of spells, and the collision of weapons are intertwined, forming a powerful sound wave, as if it is about to turn the roar of the battle.

The whole world was shattered.

The powerful power fluctuations made the surrounding air tremble violently like boiling water. Every trace of air was urging under the pull of this force, making a painful "buzz" sound, as if the whole world was in pain in this terrifying battle.

The ground trembled.

Such a huge movement made everyone outside devote themselves to this battle, and they had no time to take into account the subtle changes in the water prison.

As the elder of the Magic Tower, Chongtian has a very high status in the Magic Tower. On weekdays, he walks between the complex buildings of the Magic Tower. Every disciple of the Magic Tower unconsciously lowers his head when he sees him, and his eyes are

Full of awe.

His words and deeds all have a significant influence in the Magic Tower. This time he came to the Water Prison and wore a gorgeous costume that symbolized the identity of the elder of the Magic Tower. The mysterious runes embroidered on the costumes were faintly hidden under the dim light.

It was flashing with a glimmer of light, as if telling his extraordinary status.

He looked calm and steady, his steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to have an unquestionable majesty. When others saw him, they subconsciously thought that he was here to inspect or handle important matters, so naturally no one would come forward
Chapter completed!