"It can't be done now. The time and space restrictions are still very serious. The spiritual beasts that the elders of several aristocratic families put in just now have not traveled half the distance and have all died of old age."
"Then what should we do?" The young Wood Clan disciple was a little anxious, "Are we just going to watch from the outside?"
"Wait." Elder Liu took a deep breath, suppressed the rolling desire in his heart, and said: "Young man, be patient. The restriction of the Southern Meteor Mountain is slowly weakening every moment.
, it is estimated that within a month, less than one-fifth of the strength will be left. By then, we will rush forward again!"
"Okay, listen to the elders!" Dozens of young disciples said with enthusiasm, their eyes shining with fire.
Just when the cultivators outside Nanyun Mountain were so excited that they couldn't extricate themselves, on Muling Mountain, one of the nine spiritual mountains, Lingluo's family had climbed to the top and were engaged in a desperate battle with the lightning-struck sacred tree that guarded Muling Mountain.
fight.
The lightning-struck sacred tree is 30,000 years old.
It had already withered in the ages, but under the lightning of thunder, it was reborn from the blackened ashes. In addition to the attributes of wood, it also has the attributes of thunder and lightning.
But now, the lightning-strike sacred tree guarding Muling Mountain is showing off its power. The extremely rich spiritual energy of the wood shrouds the top of the mountain. All things revive, and giant trees rise from the ground, all becoming its weapons.
What's even more terrifying is that there is a secretly intertwined power grid covering the nine heavens, shrouding Ling Luo's family in it.
Xuanyuan Yu held the Wusheng Sword and fought with the Thunder Strike Divine Tree at close range, while Ling Luo drew the Falling Star Bow and set up the Star Shooting Arrow to provide long-range support.
The wood and vines dance wildly, and the electric light flashes.
The light of the sword, the shadow of the sword, the shooting stars and the setting sun.
This fierce battle lasted for three full hours before it came to an end.
Xuanyuan Yu pierced the top of the lightning strike tree with his sword.
Ling Luo shot an arrow into the bottom of the lightning strike tree.
I only heard "click" and "click"
Accompanied by a hysterical wail, the lightning struck the sacred tree and split it in half from the center. He died of serious injuries and all his cultivation was dispersed.
"I didn't expect this lightning-struck wood to be so powerful." Ling Luo took several deep breaths, stretched out her hand, wiped the big sweat beads on her forehead, and said, "It's really difficult to deal with."
"Yes." Xuanyuan Yu agreed. He looked at the dark and transparent Wusheng Sword in his hand, "Without this sword, I really have no confidence that I would be able to break the lightning strike wood."
"Me too." Ling Luo grasped the Falling Star Bow tightly in his hand, "This bow and arrows are indeed very good, but I always feel that I haven't been able to discover the true essence of the Falling Star Bow and the Sun Shooting Arrow.
There is usually no solution for scratching an itch."
Xuanyuan Yu smiled slightly, with a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes that contained a smile that was half-hearted and a half-loving look, and said: "Let's explore slowly, there's no rush anyway. Next there will be Shuiling Mountain, Huoling Mountain, and a few blind spots."
Lingshan. We have plenty of opportunities to test swords and bows in actual combat."
"Eh? Willow, don't run away!"
Su Ling's voice suddenly came from behind.
"Wait for me, why the hell are you running away!"
Ling Luo turned around, her youngest son drawing all her attention, and found that the extremely tough willow stick she got in the Garden of Gods actually ran out of Su Ling's waist, and Saya ran wildly towards -
Well, the direction in which the sacred tree was damaged by lightning.