The disciples sitting in the magic circle closed their eyes, and the terrifying spiritual energy turbulence erupted on the top of the mountain. If they were not protected by the ancient formation runes, this level of turbulence would be enough to destroy and kill them!
Rumble——!
The shaking sound resounded through the sea and the sky for a long time, and big waves arose on the sea. At this moment, the high wall of mist covering Miluo dispersed, revealing the vast sea and the glass-like sky. The elder in Tsing Yi who received Li Xi'an was right,
These substances indeed exist to protect Milo, but not only as a high wall that separates the world and Milo, but when necessary, it can also be an extremely sharp sword to kill the enemy.
"Is it over?" The young man raised his head and looked at the mighty sword energy of light.
At this moment, the mountain top is shrouded in clouds and mist, but every breath of air is a terrifying sword.
"Huh -" The burly man sat down on the magic circle without any strength and let out a long sigh of relief, "Is it time to end? You know, this magic circle almost turned me into a mummy. I think among so many people, you are the only one who didn't.
What a big deal. After all, your spiritual energy, according to the sect leader, makes you a monster, like a humanoid spiritual beast."
"Didn't you say before that you wanted to meet the invading enemy? Now you can't wait for it to end?" the woman said with a smile.
"That's different!" The big man waved his hands quickly.
"What kind of thing is this? Just seeing it doesn't mean that I really want to fight the invading creature. Being able to invade Miluo, and having the two sect masters put on this posture, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, how much more
I haven’t seen him for a long time. That old dragon was just killed by the two princes themselves, going deep into the ocean. Many juniors don’t even know about it.”
The young man smiled and said, "Then I'm afraid this matter will be remembered for a long time."
Looking down, many disciples have lost their strength.
Their spiritual energy was exhausted, and they didn't even have the strength to look up at the top of the mountain.
In the dojo at the bottom and center, the old woman sat cross-legged and let out a breath. At this moment, the decline on her body became more obvious. Originally, she and the old man had lived for nearly ten thousand years, and they had already reached the limit of the extreme palace realm.
, can still exist only by relying on Milo's magical power. After this battle, no matter whether they win or not, she and the old man will probably have to leave.
The aura is soothing and the old woman is adjusting her breath.
"But...it's over now," she said.
As the Lord of Milo said, so what if the other party was once Shinichi? This is Milo. No matter how powerful he is, he is only an emperor after all.
"Huh?" Suddenly, a strange wave spread, making the old woman stunned. She raised her head suddenly and stared at the dragon crutch in the dojo. The crutch was trembling!
"Boom——!" The mighty mist was rapidly decreasing, and like the sun appearing, the mist melted naturally. A ferocious long red tail swept across the top of the mountain and disappeared in an instant.
Some disciples were unprepared and failed to stand firm. Due to exhaustion of spiritual energy, they fell from the magic circle and hit the ground, shattering into pieces!
The vibrations and roars became clearer and clearer, and more and more disciples fell, like dumplings, dotting the Miluo Mountain Gate with blood flowers one by one!
"Get up!" the old woman yelled.
"Disciples, listen to the order and get into formation!"
If we don't have the formation, with the help of the formation's protection, we don't know how many people will be killed or injured in this strange fluctuation!
The inner disciples below clasped their hands together, took the elixir, and injected their only spiritual energy into the array to maintain the stability of the array.
"Start the formation!" the elders from Sifang ordered.
"What's going on?" The young man frowned. He raised his hand, and the spiritual weapon saved a disciple who was about to fall. He looked upward, and there was golden light escaping in the mist!
"Maintain the formation!" he shouted.
"This is the last chance. Taking the elixir will not restore the spiritual energy in a short period of time." The woman worriedly said, "Sect Master and the others..."
"Take care of ourselves! The sect leader has never made us worry, not to mention that there is Mr. Yang on top." The burly man climbed up from the magic circle and sat cross-legged, his spiritual energy steaming.
The stability of the magic circle made everyone feel at ease for a moment.
But it was only for a moment.
They heard chanting, a tide of chanting, reciting a name! Through the barrier of the magic circle, it penetrated deep into their souls and could not be driven away!
When people looked up, they could see that the fog and sword light had completely melted away, and a large bronze cauldron was suspended in the air. Thousands of worshiping figures appeared in the cauldron. They worshiped towards the green mountain that was also an illusory lake. On the green mountain, the Nine Heavens River fell, Standing in the palace of heaven!
A huge palm blocked the light.
Golden, as if made of gold. The palms cover the sky and are still extending, arms, shoulders, and a head without facial features. This statue of the god standing tall on the sky stood up from the clouds, holding the hilt of a long sword upside down in his right hand, and the sword fell. Entering the sea water, dividing the ocean currents and creating an abyss!
"Dharma...Dharma?" The young man could not speak steadily.
"Shinichi? The creature that invaded Milo is... Ancestor?"
"Are you kidding? Ancestor? Shinichi? Our enemy is... a Shinichi? Is there a Shinichi in this world?"
Up and down Miluo there was a dead silence.
They faced the most brilliant light in this world, but their minds were shrouded in darkness. What on earth were they doing? Making an enemy of a Shinichi?
The red dragon shadow loomed high in the sky, and Li Xi'an lowered his head, overlooking all living things.
He let go of Taihang Baxing and threw a head into the sea at will. This was the head of the old dragon, a tool spirit that had lost most of its consciousness. He helped it escape and gave it to death. The other arm was With such force, the body of the old dragon that had lost its head was crushed into pieces, and the sound of kacha kacha sounded like a soul-robbing song in this silent moment!
"Poof——" The old man's blood stained his white robe red.
This was his natal weapon. Now that the dragon was broken, the crutch was also broken! His bright eyes suddenly darkened, and his aura was rapidly fading.
The old woman's heart was shocked. Her cloudy eyes were filled with the golden and glorious statue. It stood between the sea and the sky, like an ancient god that existed forever. This is... has this world lost an ancestor that it has not seen for thousands of years?
She slowly stretched out her withered hands, as if praying.
Lord Milo stood on the top of the mountain, supporting the declining old man. He stared at the golden statue, his eyes full of unwillingness.
Milo... will be destroyed in his hands?
No……
The man shook his head.
There is no way he would let the other party take Milo Mountain away!
This is not only the future of Milo, but also the future of this world! In the inheritance of Milo's successive masters, it is mentioned that Milo is the dragon vein of this world, the birthplace and support of spiritual energy. If Milo is lost, this world will It is endless darkness, and the path of spiritual practice will be cut off!
The man took a deep breath, stood up, and straightened his back.
But with how he faced the statue, the outcome seemed to be doomed.
"Boom——!" The statue raised its long sword, and the sound of the sword cutting across the sea was as dull as thunder. The world suddenly became dark, and only the light of this golden statue shone, as if it were the only one.
Everyone was shrouded in that sword light.
The man noticed that this glorious statue only had an upper body, and the lower body was just an illusion.
Ancestor... is indeed not complete!
"There is still a chance... Ancestors of Milo! We cannot lose Milo in this world! There is also this world, how can you be indifferent! Ah!" The man spread his arms and roared filial piety, shouting at the top of his lungs. His white robe was stained with blood, and he had already
He is no longer the solemn Lord Milo he once was.
The sword that created the world fell, and the man faced the sword light.