An extremely stern look appeared on Su Jue's extremely delicate little face.
In his hand, he grasped six golden talismans with very conspicuous eyes, and six phantoms of sacred tablets with single eyes, floating below the talismans.
"Okay, I understand."
Su Jue's eyes, which were more dazzling than the stars in the dark night, narrowed slightly and flashed an extremely sharp light.
He understood the implication of the master's message: the key to victory in this battle lies with him. If he succeeds, then their family and the master can escape smoothly.
After understanding the situation, Su Jue tightly grasped the golden talisman that controlled the six-eyed monument and ran towards the distance without looking back.
Six positions, none of which are close to each other, are distributed in six completely different directions in the central Grand Canyon, similar to the six points of a hexagram, forming a perfect formation.
The plan has already begun to be implemented.
Under his long sleeves, the Wild Lord secretly made a secret decision and transformed into a shadow that was exactly the same as Su Jue, pretending that the child had not escaped.
"Boom——"
It was at this time that the star-shooting arrow released by Ling Luo passed through the center of the two dozen giants, and finally nailed it in the form of a parabola into a huge lake on the ground.
The star-shooting arrow fell. The largest lake in the central canyon was reduced to ruins, the river bed was penetrated ten feet, and all the lake water flowed back into the depths of the ground, forming a terrifying giant pit.
More than twenty giants were stunned by the power of this arrow, and no one noticed that Su Jue had secretly escaped. What was left behind was just a phantom dummy.
"Witch, I didn't expect that you actually have some real abilities. It seems that I am going to use my real skills to deal with you!"
The leader of the Fire Tribe had the deepest resentment towards Ling Luo. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and there was suddenly a red pen in his hand.
That pen is the famous immortal weapon of the leader of the Fire Tribe, the Fire King Pen, which is crystal clear and has unparalleled power.
The Fire King Brush was launched. It was originally only the size of an ordinary fine brush, but it continued to become thicker and larger in mid-air. After a while, it became as big as a towering mountain peak.
Ling Luo raised his head and saw only the fiery red jade pillar, but could not see the top of the Fire King Brush at all.
"Fire painted silver hook!"
The leader of the Fire Tribe shouted loudly, his hands filled with runes, and he controlled the Fire Emperor's Brush. He wrote stroke by stroke above Ling Luo's head. Each stroke was a fiery red flame, and finally formed a huge square with a radius of
The word "death" of Baimi.
Ling Luo was enveloped by the word "death" written with the Fire Emperor's pen, and felt a deep breath of death.
What a powerful pressure. The strength of the leader of the Fire Tribe should have surpassed the Secret Realm of Heaven and Man, crossed the Secret Realm of Guiyi, and almost reached the realm of the Dharma of Heaven and Earth.
Such a full blow is not something that Ling Luo can bear now!
"Mansha, don't resist!"
The desolate master's face changed slightly, but his voice was unusually calm. At this moment, he was the backbone of everyone present.
"Hide! Your only mission is to delay for as long as you can!"
When faced with Ling Luo's name, the Lord of the Wasteland was still used to calling her by the name of her previous life. After all, in their previous life, they still had a friendship that lasted tens of thousands of years.
Ling Luo took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and followed the instructions of the Wild Lord, and quickly fled towards the edge of the area covered by the Fire Emperor's Pen.