Yue Buqun jumped up and flew high into the sky. Invisible undercurrents came from all directions, trying to engulf him, an unruly destroyer.
In the lotus lantern below, the candles belonging to Yue Buqun and the others burned faster, and the candle flames flickered, and the light was already weak.
Yue Buqun just glanced down slightly, then did not look back, but continued to rush upward.
He passed through the haze, but behind the haze was an even darker haze.
He tore through the darkness, but after the darkness there was still more endless darkness.
It seems as if this place is really boundless, as if everything really has no end.
Yue Buqun's figure paused slightly. He doubted for a moment the correctness of his choice.
"Go! Go! Brother! Keep going up! Don't hesitate and don't look back." The lotus lantern below was already in the surging waves. Ning Zhong used his hands to make a trumpet and shouted at the sky where Yue Buqun disappeared.
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She had lost sight of Yue Buqun for a long time, but now she shouted as if she had a telepathic connection.
Yang Buhui, holding a sword in his hand, stood on the wall of the lotus lantern, looking at the shadows rolling and swaying under the water, and let out a maniacal laugh.
She has gone crazy a long time ago, and it seems that she is the real herself at this time.
The previous 'Mrs. Yin' was just restrained and suppressed.
If Ning Zhongze hadn't dragged her along, Yang Buhui would have already jumped down with his sword and fought with his life against the weird creature in the shadow.
Even if he didn't jump directly into the water, Yang Buhui still didn't take a step back when faced with those huge shadow tentacles.
Her knife and sword were like a strong shield, firmly guarding the light in the stormy sea.
The clear wind flew towards their lights in the sky.
When the body is in mid-air and lacks strength, someone will spontaneously raise their hands and support the feet with their palms to help Feng Qingyang.
When Feng Qingyang joined Yang Buhui and Ning Zhongze's lotus lanterns, the candles that were burning almost to the bottom were filled again.
"Who else is coming?" Feng Qingyang also shouted while standing on the lamp wall.
"Let's come!" Tianmen, Dingyi, Bujie and others responded one after another.
They rushed towards the lantern that was swaying like a broken ship regardless of the weather.
The flame of the candle is brilliant once again.
But at high altitude, Yue Buqun, who was already almost exhausted, felt a surge of energy out of thin air, and gained the confidence to continue flying high.
A small lamp was filled with people in an instant. They were so unhesitating, just for loyalty and for a chance.
"Man, if you die, you will die. What's the point?" Dongfang Bai stood on his lotus lantern and let out a long laugh.
Then he also flew towards the lotus lantern that had long been out of place.
Like a moth to the flame.
Their emotions seemed to have infected many people.
People who were still struggling to survive for a moment stopped throwing objects into the water, and began to actively cooperate with the general's order played by the Hengshan faction.
They don't know the rhythm, but they can shout loudly. They don't know the rhythm, but they can keep up with the emotions and resonate.
Yue Buqun continued to fly upward, and finally... he touched the limit.
The limit of this dark haze.
The sticky, entangled darkness pushed him, resisted him, and resisted him tearing apart everything that was false.
"Yunsuo!"
Holding the sword in his hand, Yue Buqun felt pure in his heart.
Without any hesitation, the sword in his hand pierced the gloomy black screen with indomitable force.
Phew!
A small sword hole was pierced in the black curtain.
Light seeped in from the other end of the sword hole and shone on Yue Buqun's face. Just like all lies, as long as a small hole is pierced, the truth will penetrate like light and water and rush in.
Yue Buqun relied on the light, turned around, and looked down at the dark water below.
Many lights on the water turned into flickering torches at this moment.
They circled the dark stage one by one, marking its location.
"Light frost, soft around the fingers, Ruyi jade, rustling wind, red leaves!"
Including the cloud shuttle that had been unsheathed before, a total of six swords flew out from the unparalleled sword box.
The six swords, like ice, began to rotate around the beam of light from the outside world.
Then Yue Buqun held the sword in the air, as if holding a sword that created the world.
cut!
As soon as the sword fell, the light beam seemed to move with it.
When the light fell on the stage on the water, it was like a jumping space, and the stage located in another world began to tremble violently.
The illusory shadow, facing the real light, begins to reveal its essential emptiness and nothingness.
boom!
Along with the sound, a dark and gloomy wall collapsed.
The originally sad and sad tune was interrupted.
Under the water waves, countless palms stretched out, clinging to the lotus lanterns, trying to pull each lantern into the abyss.
People raised their weapons and chopped off these arms.
The sword array composed of six swords rotated, and the small tear was continuously torn larger by the sword edge.
When the hole is big enough, the sunlight that penetrates through the hole will be like a scorching sun in the darkness.
Yue Buqun's six swords, illuminated by this light, seemed to be covered with a layer of golden fire.
Yue Buqun finally found his own sword formation.
The six swords created an imaginary 'aperture', and the power of heaven and earth, and the power of the scorching sun, were borrowed by him and transformed into these six swords.
These six swords are like six shining stars, starting to burn the darkness and light up the light in this dark and phantom realm.
When they were mixed with the sun's light spots, they fell to the bottom of the water where the bottom seemed unclear.
The truth of the matter is revealed in front of people's eyes.
Under the light, it turned out that the water was not deep, no more than four or five meters.
Although it is still cold and cold, people's fear of it has gone away.
As the fear dissipated, the coldness of the water was also dispelled.
The power of evil does not arise for no reason.
It comes from people's awe and fear of it.
When fear continues to rise, falsehood will become true.
If everyone had worked hard when they first entered this place, without fear of life or death, and worked in one place, they might have broken through this illusory realm long ago.
The realm of light continues to expand.
The realm of evil is being continuously compressed.
Flying in the air, with the spreading light curtain behind him, Yue Buqun flipped his palms, and the six flying swords were like the thunder of sun fire.
Whoosh!
The sword energy was violent and the stage completely collapsed.
The invisible and insubstantial ghost seemed to be pinned to a shadow at this moment.
Finally...all the light shines in.
Light is always the pioneer, followed by wind, smell, temperature, sound, and the pulse of vegetation...
The world is so vivid.
And the dark one only deserves to stay in the narrowest corner.
Everyone suddenly came to their senses.
Where are the water surfaces, lotus lanterns, and stage?
It's just a group of people sitting around a small puddle in a daze.
And this small puddle is also quickly dissipating and drying up.
Only the bodies of those who had died before fell to the ground, gray and white, as if all their energy had been drained away.
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