Milo, the thousand-year silence was broken by a loud noise.
The Milomen raised their heads and looked in the same direction.
That is the high point of Miluo Mountain. The sacred mountain is often covered with a layer of glow, symbolizing the sacred light flowing endlessly on the surface of the mountain wall. But now, dust has been splashed there, and a large number of rocks have collapsed, mixed with some kind of
Fragments of the building fell downwards. As if a chain reaction had occurred, the magnificent palaces at the heights collapsed and shattered one after another.
"Guanluo Hall! Guanluo Hall is destroyed!" A disciple shouted after seeing clearly what was happening at the top.
Even more senior people frowned.
Miluo has been standing for tens of millions of years, and this has never happened. The Guanluo Hall is one of the oldest buildings in Miluo. According to legend, it was built by the earliest Lord of Miluo when the Miluo Mountain Gate was opened. Although
A long time has passed, and the powerful magical power possessed by this hall is no longer evident, but it still serves as a place of revelation for the successive masters of Miluo Mountain.
Was it destroyed like this?
It was too sudden and too incredible.
"Buzz——!" Miluo Mountain shook slightly, and the arrays spread out layer by layer, with runes filling the air and forming dots.
"Strong enemy!" someone shouted.
The people of Miluo Clan know very well what the opening of the magic circle in Miluo Mountain means. Even if they haven't seen clearly where the so-called enemy is, countless figures soar into the sky and fall into the points constructed by the runes. The spiritual energy begins to circulate, and the world
Roaring, the clouds broke, the boundless sea water was boiling, roaring! The ancient formation began to slowly reveal its terrifying power!
"No wonder the sect leader ordered us to return to Miluo." The young man in a green robe smiled, and he made a secret with his fingers, injecting spiritual energy far beyond the ordinary Yang Shen realm into the formation.
"The sect master may have already expected that there will be a battle today." Beside, a beautiful woman shook her head, also wearing a green robe.
These people are unfamiliar to most Milomen.
They are the peers of the original sect leader. They are outside Milo and isolate Milo from danger.
"For the sect master to be able to put on such a posture, I am curious as to who the powerful enemy is!" The burly man laughed.
Obviously, they are much more powerful than the ordinary Tsing Yi elders in Miluo, and their energy is astonishing!
The ancient formation rotates and the runes burn, turning into the most powerful and pure power!
"Start the formation!" At the top of countless staggered formations, the old man in white threw down the one-horned dragon staff. The staff fell directly from a very high place to the inner gate of the central dojo at the bottom of Miluo Mountain.
Where the disciples were sitting cross-legged, they saw the cane fall, opened their eyes, and recited a name. There was also a formation here, and their spiritual energy was input into it, which seemed to awaken something.
Layers of scales began to appear from scratch, turning into a huge gray-black dragon in the horrified eyes of the disciples!
"That's...the Poseidon from the depths of the sea!"
"No wonder I haven't seen that dragon making trouble in these thousands of years. It turned out to be beheaded by the Supreme Elder and refined into a weapon spirit!"
"So what if the last dragon in the world is still sleeping under Milo forever!"
Everyone was excited.
The emperor in the deep sea left a deep shadow on Milo's disciples, like a terrifying curtain that always shrouded people's heads. An old dragon in the extreme palace realm, deep in the ocean, showed an invincible posture.
Over a long period of time in the past, his people and himself had flooded countless lands and taken away countless lives.
Now, the old dragon that gave people an invincible attitude has become a weapon spirit. How can it not inspire the disciples?
It seems that no powerful enemy can pose a threat to Milo. Yes, they were surprised and even helpless when the Guanluo Palace collapsed. This is actually unnecessary. How long will Milo last in this world?
The huge spiritual energy of the entire mountain gate is integrated into the formation. This is not only an infusion, but also a blessing.
The people in the magic circle were blessed, and their minds blended with the ancient magic circle. Their determination to win at this moment also led to the mighty formation, which seemed to sweep across the sky and the earth.
The dragon crutch was thrown away by the old man. After it became a weapon spirit, its strength was naturally not as good as before, and most of its consciousness was even wiped out. But with the nourishment of this formation, the power that used to belong to the king of the deep sea seemed to have returned, and the emperor
The realm of Tao spreads wantonly!
Even some of Miluo's disciples' spiritual power blessed the gray-black dragon. Its eyes were burning, and it stared at the red shadow at the height of Miluo. It bowed its ferocious long tail and lifted straight into the sky!
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High above, red dragon shadows were cruising. Wherever he walked, mountain walls were broken and palaces collapsed.
Those extremely strong palaces that have stood for a long time are fragile to the golden divine fire and scales. Every swing of the huge body will turn a magnificent building into ruins.
In front of the red dragon shadow is Lord Milo who is retreating steadily.
He used his methods to avoid Li Xi'an's divine fire. At the same time, as a human monk, it was impossible to compete with the "dragon" physically. So he could only keep retreating quickly, looking for opportunities to counterattack.
"Your disciples don't seem to know what they are going to face." Li Xi'an suddenly jumped up, and Taihang Baxing grabbed the Xi sword and slashed it down. The light of the sword directly slashed down a large area of the mountain wall palaces, creating an abyss.
The closed magic circle was also cut open.
"Boom——!" Lord Milo raised his hand, dozens of ancient swords formed a sword array, and eliminated the golden sword light.
"They don't need to know." The man shook his head. "It's enough to know that you are the enemy. And Milo's enemies, looking at the history of tens of millions of years ago, have not survived."
"You speak too loudly." Li Xi'an meandered in the air, the huge and slender golden jade ancient sword hanging down its blade.
"Really? I'm curious where you got the confidence to invade Milo alone. Even if you are the ancestor, it was only once!" The man put his hands together, and the sword light of the sword formation rose and fell, like the tide of the sea, everywhere in all directions!
And rising along with the surge of the sword formation was an endless winding gray-black dragon!
It roars in the clouds, its eyes are burning, and its teeth are full of thunder!
The old man in white came to this battlefield quietly, carrying several ancient formations on his back! He was originally very old, and was at the end of his death among the emperors, but at this moment his whole body was boiling, accumulated over thousands of years.
His spiritual energy exploded, staining the entire sky behind him with his own color!
The gray-black dragon, Lord Milo, and the old man in white are on three sides, and their sharp points are directed at the same creature!
They want to surround and kill!
"Anyone who offends me, Milo, will be killed!" The man sitting cross-legged in the sword formation spoke, blazing like thunder, and incomparable in majesty!
The storm gathers.
As the high wall between Miluo Mountain and the outside world, the clouds and mist swept and flowed. A giant sword with a length of hundreds of miles condensed on the top of Miluo Mountain. Thunder light flickered in it, and the formation roared. All the disciples gritted their teeth and roared. At the top of Miluo Mountain,
In the dojo in the center, the old woman in white channeled the majestic spiritual energy and made the entire array of Miluo Mountain orderly. Perhaps, she is the core of Miluo Mountain and controls Miluo's ancient formation.
The old woman chanted sutras, and the magic circle was transported to the giant sword, and the ancient characters were displayed one after another. They were thick and sharp. The words inscribed on the ancient formation were like the projection of the stars in the sky.
"This world is declining, but Milo still exists!" the old woman said softly.
She waved her arms gently.
The giant sword fell.
The powerful men from the three parties took action at the same time, and the endless light and heat instantly engulfed Li Xi'an's figure!