Halfway up the mountain, one can see the haze gathering in the sky, but it becomes quiet when approaching the top of the mountain. Mr. Gusu is not sure what the disappearance of the vision means. Is it because the demon failed to be summoned successfully, or is it just a moment of peace before the storm?
"Pavilion Master!" From a distance, he saw the enchanting man in Xuanchang standing proudly.
I never thought about who would die, but Hongxian was here, wanting to see what kind of legend the dragon and the phoenix of the pair could perform; Hongxian was forced to leave, and he wanted to know how the king who looked down on the world planned to overturn the mountains and rivers just for the beauty.
; When Mingsha, the leader of the Vulcan Cult, appeared, he was eager to see what it would be like when the two dragons fight. Every move he made did not actively interfere with the overall situation, but was just to guide it when it inevitably happened.
, it’s just leading to the facts you want to see with your own eyes.
However, every step of the way was wrong. Deliberately pushing the water to cause flooding and disasters. The current crisis of annihilation would never have been like this if it had not been for the intervention of a history writer.
Hearing the panicked shouts, Wei Moyan just turned his head and was not surprised at all. He had already decided when he left Poyue Pavilion that they would follow after settling the affairs in the pavilion. They had always been with him.
The people around you who follow you to the death are never afraid of dangers of life and death.
"Gusu, how to stop him?"
Looking along what Wei Moyan pointed, Mr. Gusu sighed.
The man kneeling on the ground with a look of pain on his face was none other than the leader of the Vulcan Sect. The elegance and peace that he had met in Lanling at that time were gone. His snow-covered hair was entangled with the mud and dirt on the ground, and there was a puddle underneath him.
The pool of blood shows the ferocity of the fight between the two, and the most terrifying thing is that Mingsha's whole body is wrapped in red and blue flames. Although the flames are weak and almost transparent, everything they touch is turned into ashes.
You will know that this is no ordinary fire.
"He's summoning demons..."
This answer was obviously not what Wei Moyan needed. He frowned slightly and said impatiently: "I asked you how to stop it."
The girl protected by the blue flame seemed to have exhausted her physical strength and had not yet told him how to solve it. After urging him several times in a panic, her voice gradually disappeared, and the color of the flames surrounding Xia Qingluan became much lighter. Even so.
He didn't dare to act rashly. He had personally tested the fire and couldn't touch it at all. In order to prevent the other party from harming Xia Qingluan, he had to save Mingsha according to the girl's request.
"We don't have time, tell me quickly, how can we prevent him from becoming a demon?" Wei Moyan shouted coldly as he saw the fire lotus hanging in the air almost taking shape.
During the conversation, Shao Jinhou and Jiuhe and others rushed up. Seeing the situation in front of them, they were all frightened and suspicious.
"I, I don't know the specific method to crack it."
Fang hesitated to speak, but Xianggong Gusu was pushed aside by the impatient Jiuhe. His long sword was unsheathed and the blade was placed on his neck: "Do you want me to help you think about it?"
"It's useless even if you kill me. This is the highest secret of the Vulcan Sect. How can you tell outsiders so easily?" Xianggong Gusu smiled bitterly, "Besides, if you can't prevent him from becoming a demon, you don't have to waste your time to attack me. Here
No one can escape this fate."
How could the legendary demon that fell from heaven thousands of years ago and bloodbathed the human world be easily eliminated by a bunch of mortals?
Jiuhe was about to wave his sword in anger, but Shao Jinhou suddenly raised his hand to stop him and shook his head lightly. Among them, the only one who knew a little bit about the Vulcan Cult was Mr. Gusu. Whether he had evil intentions or harbored evil intentions,
He still needs to explain many things. Killing him now would be cutting off his own path. Jiuhe, who is impatient and not used to thinking, cannot take this into account.
After pondering for a moment, Xianggong Gusu suddenly raised his head: "Although I don't know the specific method to break it, one thing is certain. This type of spell must have an object as a medium. Destroying this object can interrupt the contract between the two parties and force the evil spirit to return.
It should be a feasible method.”
Is it the medium that connects Mingsha and Demon? Wei Moyan looked at it carefully, and his eyes suddenly lit up when he fell on the black skull.
Mingsha cares very much about the skull, and would rather inflict harm on himself than protect it. Moreover, the skull in his hand turned from white to black when he was possessed by the devil for the first time. If his guess is correct, this should be the so-called medium.
The wrist of the black phoenix bird pierced shook, and the flexible red string rose in a low voice. Several red lights went straight to the skull in Mingsha's arms. At this time, Mingsha was trying his best to resist the demon's devouring, and saw Wei Moyan swinging the string.
The attack targeted the skull, which was the medium of the spell. I immediately understood his intention, but the devouring power was too overbearing. Apart from concentrating on resisting the demonic consciousness that constantly invaded my mind, it could not help at all. Only the mixture of two colors
She looked at him with her eyes, hoping that the other person would understand what she was thinking.
I want to live as a human being because Ali is still alive.
The fire lotus seemed to be possessed of demonic nature, and it felt the strong murderous intention that came from the sudden attack. The flames suddenly surged and enveloped a ten-foot radius around Mingsha.
Turned into ashes, completely inaccessible.
"No, the passion is too delicate and cannot withstand the instantaneous burning, and the Pavilion Master cannot get close!" Seeing Wei Moyan attack the skull, Mr. Gusu immediately guessed his intention, but the devilish nature was already half exposed, and he was determined not to allow anyone to interrupt it!
It's a great time for it to come back to the world.
"The Strange Dream Stone, only the Strange Dream Stone can withstand the burning." A clear and firm voice came from behind the crowd. Everyone turned around in surprise, only to see a man with green eyes and light hair walking from the mountain road. He had deep eyebrows and a skin as white as snow.
, obviously not from Zhongzhou.
Grass and trees are all at war, and the master of the pavilion cannot be disturbed in the slightest when he is in a demonic battle. Any stranger will make the members of Poyue Pavilion even more vigilant, let alone the sudden appearance of aliens.
Before Jiuhe could withdraw his sword to intercept him, Shaocheng and Xiao Qian had already come up to him, one on the left and the other on the right, blocking the man, leaving no chance of a sneak attack.
"Who are you?" Shao Jinhou said coldly.
The man didn't answer. Yubai pointed his finger at the broken sword lying on the ground a few feet away from Mingsha: "Wei Moyan, use Mo Hengjian."
His long eyebrows and slender eyes were slightly confused. The visitor seemed to be very familiar with him, and he knew very well how to restrain the flames cast by Mingsha. Wei Moyan paused for a moment, and his thoughts were flying. Now is the critical moment, as the stranger said
To do this, he may urge the evil spirit to come into the world, or cut off its path. The outcome depends on his thoughts.
"Listen...to him..." Mingsha, who was still struggling, squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth. The red flame in his eyes was getting closer to completion, and there was no need to delay any longer.
The clothes fluttered, the red string came out quickly, and there were a few coquettish red lights outside the ink color, which were extremely gorgeous. Using the castration to avoid the fire tongue, the remaining sword of Mo Heng was rolled up, loosened from the ground, and fell into the flat palm.
The green-eyed man slightly tilted his head, while Jiuhe raised his eyebrows anxiously: "No! The remnant sword is too short to get close. This is simply a way to die!"
"If you don't do this, everyone will die." The man was unmoved at all. His expression changed slightly when he looked at the corner of gauze exposed in the altar. "I just want to save her. You can consider other things yourself."
Qingluan, or the girl on fire?
There is no time to think about it anymore. If this is the last way out, then even if it is wrong, he will still do it.
The black figure suddenly lost its trace and appeared next to Mingsha before being captured by the spreading tongues of fire. The cold wind whipped up by his too fast movement caused the flames to spread out through a gap half the width of his body, and just before everyone held their breath,
In an instant, the broken sword suddenly slashed down.
No matter the gods or demons, they are unstoppable.