The golden light surged, and the dark tide surged.
There were all directions of gold and iron horses, and the roar of troops charged.
A tragic aura arose and enveloped the world.
The huge figures of Emperor Taiqing and Prince Ling Yao broke the endless void with every fierce collision in the air.
In the sky, countless cracks appeared.
The void storm appeared, shattering the entire sky into mud, with destruction everywhere and mud everywhere.
Two figures, one golden and the other dark and deep, became more and more battles, and soon they entered the center of the vortex.
Just as everyone was worried, the vortex suddenly rotated, and a loud noise that penetrated the world came, and disappeared immediately.
Everyone didn't know where they were moved to, nor did they know what the next battle situation was.
However, this battle of changing colors in the world is destined to have an ultimate result in a short period of time.
Above the blue clouds and in the fairy island, a strange silence fell into a moment.
Lights filled with emergency breath were still flashing.
After a while, as the right guardian held a broad sword in his hand, he made a clanging sound in the air, which made everyone come to their senses.
"In the name of the emperor, we should eliminate those who oppose the great merits of Ziwei Sect." The eyes of the right protector were unscrupulous.
Obviously, with the support of the ancient country and confirming that the leader of the Tianya Sect and the elders did not dare to intervene, the Ziwei Sect had no reason to worry about.
Amidst fearful eyes, the right guardian swept across the broad sword in his hand, and the sharp edge of the sword was pointed at the fairy island: "Chu Yan is dead, but his party members are still there, let's take action against you next!"
"I really think we are afraid that you will not succeed!" Lin Miaoran stood upright, and a rare coldness appeared in his eyes.
She had the closest relationship with Chu Yan, and her tone of speaking at this time couldn't help but be 70% similar to Chu Yan.
After Lin Miaoran, Li Xiu, Su Jianyuan, Su Yuqing, Usulamma and others stood behind her, and their breath surged and they were not afraid of it.
Moreover, not only them, Zhuang Die looked up at Qingyun, but also waved his arm and called out his puppet, stood silently beside Lin Miaoran, expressing his attitude.
A little further away, after a brief silence, Xiao Qin, Cao Jing and other Thunder Cloud Party monks also turned into light and came to the place where Lin Miaoran and others were.
"Although my level is far inferior to you, I am not willing to be a humble dog like others." Xiao Qin looked at the right guardian and said lightly.
At this time, most monks on the fairy island were kneeling on the ground.
Only Lin Miaoran and the others stood proudly, unmoved in front of the pressure of the right guardian and the Ziwei Sect monks.
A tragic aura suddenly spread out.
"Okay, I admire your spirit of not being afraid of death." The right guardian laughed out loud, "It's good, it saves me the effort to get you out one by one!
Since you want to die so much, I will give you a ride!"
Before he finished speaking, the broad sword in the right guardian's hand slashed down suddenly.
Boom!
Suddenly, a burning river of heaven fell violently from mid-air.
In an instant, thousands of flowing lights and all kinds of flowing fires fell from the sky.
Among everyone, although Xiao Qin and Zeng Bi are all in the third level of Tian’s state of mind.
However, there is an insurmountable gap between the Tianxin State and the Zifu State.
What's more, the one who took action at this moment was the right guardian of Ziwei Sect.
Among the Ziwei Sect, the status is second only to that of Emperor Taiqing!
Amid the severe faces of Xiao Qin and others, the defensive magic weapons they used were all destroyed and shattered in an instant.
The breath of despair enveloped the scene.
The right guardian slashed out with a blazing torrent, but at this moment it gave people a feeling of dead silence as the fallen trees rustled and the frost ended.
"You all die for me!" In the air, the roar of the right guardian came.
Above the blue clouds, sighs.
On the fairy island, the monks lowered their heads and shivered.
Bang bang bang bang bang bang!
One defensive magic weapon after another was blown up directly.
As soon as the defensive formation was released, it was shocked and collapsed directly.
A huge breath, violent impact.
Xiao Qin blew his blood and fell and flew out.
Cao Jing let out a cry of pain and shot a shocking blood arrow from his mouth.
Uzuma covered her eyes, and a trace of blood oozed out of her fingers. The pair of charming pupils that had just condensed in the air dissipated invisible at this time.
Chen Qing knelt on one knee to the ground and smashed the jade platform into a spider-web-shaped crack. The giant sword of Lieyang, which had just been swung halfway, exploded with a thump.
Li Xiu roared wildly, his body was pressed into the ground, and the body patterns that appeared around him seemed to have been suppressed, and he pulled him out of the Shura state.
Zhuang Die waved her arms repeatedly, and the puppets she carefully refined rushed forward without hesitation, but they exploded one after another, turning into waste residue and powder.
A dragon shadow appeared behind Yun Nishang, but it immediately made a mourning cry.
...
Figures are falling down.
Blood soared into the sky, and the blove exploded into a mist of blood.
In the blood mist, only Lin Miaoran was still struggling to support him.
In his eyes, he was full of stubbornness and reluctance.
The body protects the true energy of the body, like a broken eggshell, full of cracks.
Around the body, there are blood flowing, and fragments of magic weapons and weapons that are blown up.
The light and shadow were like setting sun, and this moment pulled her body very long, very long.
The long river of flames above my head, with the sharpness of killing everything and the ferocity of killing everything, getting closer and closer.
Lin Miaoran refused to admit defeat.
Everyone who fell down at this moment didn't want to lose.
However, the strength of the Zifu Realm is still too powerful for them.
This gap between heaven and earth is definitely not something that can be shortened by a breath of injustice in my heart.
"die!"
As the right guardian roared wildly, the long river of flames suddenly accelerated.
The swelling flames at this moment condensed into a big word "death", as if it was the judgment of the flame hell.
Almost all the monks on the Immortal Island were so scared that they were so scared that they were all in a ball.
A sigh, with regret and helplessness, came from the thick fog on the blue clouds.
Lin Miaoran gritted her teeth and looked at the sky.
The blazing fire slowly filled her all her eyes.
At this time, somewhere on the Immortal Island, someone felt a gust of air flowing around him.
But the wind was flying, and it was like the end of the world everywhere, so this group of people didn't think much about it.
And just a few blinks later, a slender figure that made Lin Miaoran feel a familiar figure blocked in front of Lin Miaoran.
"Qianxia Colorful Lotus!"
The voice is unique to a girl, and it is very strange, not someone you know.
But the figure standing in front of him at this moment made Lin Miaoran feel more and more familiar with him the more he looked at him.
That familiar feeling seemed to be in line with Chu Yan.
However, Chu Yan's life and death were uncertain after being hit by the supernatural powers of Emperor Taiqing.
And this voice is clearly a female cultivator.
Lin Miaoran cannot tolerate thinking again.
At this time, the flames fell and the colorful lotus rose.
Like a collision between heaven and earth.
Boom-
Some people had their faces ferociously; some were staring in surprise; some fell down with a smile; some were stagnant and their breathing; some were laughing and crying.