Several more purple electric lights fell, the sound of explosions sounded one after another, and several more purple flags shattered.
The purple mist on the golden light curtain suddenly surged in all directions and could no longer condense, and the small opening of Chi Xu that had just been broken gradually closed again.
"What's going on?"
Everyone on the stone platform was shocked and angry, and looked sideways.
I saw a dark shadow flying in the mid-air not far away.
"It's a guardian puppet, prepare to attack!" Zhao Jian frowned and shouted loudly.
As soon as everyone on the stone platform sacrificed their magic weapon, dozens of purple electric lights and dozens of flaming spears appeared in mid-air, falling towards everyone.
For a moment, a light suddenly appeared in mid-air, and haloes of various colors appeared one after another!
Immediately afterwards, dozens of three-headed gryphon puppets with two wings on their backs flew down from the air and pounced on the people on the stone platform.
On the three lion eagle puppets, there were dozens of golden-armored warriors riding on them, waving golden swords in their hands and slashing at the people on the stone platform.
"They are all late stage puppets of the heavenly realm!" a Lichen Sect disciple exclaimed loudly.
As soon as the three lion eagle puppets fell, the bloody mouths on the three heads opened at the same time. Purple lightning, fierce flames and wind blades spurted out at the same time, gathering into dozens of three-color tornadoes three feet high, crisscrossing and intertwining with each other.
Attacking towards everyone.
Several disciples of the Lichen Sect joined together and cast their spells together. The magic weapon in their hands flashed with spiritual light, and they created a purple electric wall about ten feet high, heading towards the three-color tornado to block it.
There was a "bang" sound.
The three-color tornado hit the purple electric wall heavily, and immediately started tearing apart crazily.
There was a "chirp" sound on the purple electric wall, and the lightning was powerful, barely blocking the three-color tornado.
At this moment, from the other side of the purple electric wall, another three-color tornado swept over, echoing the previous tornado, pulling and tearing at each other crazily, tearing the purple wall into pieces
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A Lichen Sect disciple had no time to retreat and was immediately pulled in by two tornadoes, grinding and squeezing him into a puddle of minced flesh.
"Sword Formation!" Young Master Zhuyun shouted loudly while urging the cyan long sword to slash at a golden-armored warrior.
After hearing this, the disciples of the Zhuyun Sword Sect immediately formed groups of three and formed several Sancai Sword Formations based on "Heaven, Earth and People".
This sword formation consists of three people, who defend each other when separated, and are extremely powerful when attacking together. It is a basic sword formation capable of both offense and defense.
As soon as the sword formation was formed, it broke through three tornadoes one after another and pushed back several three-headed gryphon puppets.
However, before these Zhuyun disciples could be happy, several golden-armored warriors jumped up from the backs of the three lion eagle puppets, completely ignoring the sword array attack, and plunged headlong into the sword array, at the cost of their broken bodies and death.
The disciple in the center was killed or seriously injured.
The disciples in the middle are the core of the Sancai Sword Formation. Once they lose their fighting power, the sword formation will be broken immediately.
"Impossible! How do these stupid puppets know how to break the formation?" Mo Qinghui was shocked, and the Li Chen Sect disciples' Four Directions True Thunder Formation also suffered setbacks one after another.
The situation of the black demons is also not optimistic. Their demonic attacks have limited impact on the puppets, and they lose some of their inherent advantages in the battle. Although they are physically strong, they are still forced to retreat continuously.
The formation was unable to work, and the puppets were extremely powerful. All these forces fell into a passive position, and were driven away from the golden barrier one by one.
Zhao Jian's long halberd slashed down, and a blazing white light erupted from it, directly cutting a golden warrior into two pieces with his sword.
A bright light flashed in his eyes, and his gaze swept around the battlefield, when a purple shadow suddenly caught his eye.
"Huh, that's it!" Zhao Jian said coldly.
After saying that, his figure blurred for a while, flashed one after another on the stone platform, and passed directly towards the innermost one among the three lion eagle puppets.
"Suffer death!"
Zhao Jian shouted loudly, and the black and white light flashed on the halberd in his hand, and he suddenly stabbed it in front of him.
Zi Ling was half sitting on the back of the three lion eagle puppets, her eyes closed tightly.
She felt a strong spiritual power attack, and immediately opened her eyes. In shock, a purple light shot out in front of her, but her body flew backwards.
At the same time, the three heads of the puppet under him raised up, and a three-color tornado swept out immediately.
With a loud "bang", the three-color tornado and purple light immediately shattered in front of the tip of Zhao Jian's halberd.
Zhao Jian snorted coldly, waved the halberd in his hand, stepped forward again, and fought with Zi Ling.
Without Ziling's command and control, the combat power of those golden-armored warriors and puppet alien beasts immediately dropped, and they could no longer accurately destroy the magic formations set up by various forces. They were quickly defeated under the attacks of disciples from all directions.
Mo Jianhui and Jiu Shiluo also discovered the problem and ordered their teams to continue killing the puppets. They moved to surround Ziling from the left and right sides, and together with Zhao Jian, surrounded Ziling in the center.
Zi Ling was surrounded by three people in the center, but there was no fear on her young face, but she looked at the three people with a sarcastic expression.
"What's going on, Brother Zhao, isn't this person a disciple of your Qinglan Holy Land?" Mo Qinghui asked Zhao Jian with a puzzled look on his face.
"Who are you? Why can you control the guardian puppet here?" Zhao Jian stared at Zi Ling and asked coldly.
Zi Ling did not answer his words, but her eyes wandered over the puppet that was retreating and shattering on the stone platform, gradually revealing a hint of determination.
"Hmph, shameless rats, crowing cocks and dog thieves, you actually dare to miss the treasures in the Immortal Palace. As long as I am here, you will never step into the Baoyue Palace again. I will let you be buried together for Kunlun." Zi Ling said with a sneer.
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After saying that, purple runes appeared one after another on his cheeks and arms, and purple light shone brightly on his limbs and torso, making his skin almost transparent.
The spiritual power coming from his body fluctuated violently and was extremely unstable, as if it was about to explode at any time.
"No, she's going to die together!" Zhao Jian frowned and shouted, then stepped back.
Mo Qinghui and Jiu Shiluo reacted very quickly and quickly retreated back, arriving directly outside the stone platform.
But everyone on the stone platform was unable to react for a moment, and no one retreated.
"Go to hell!" Zi Ling said, the purple light on her body shone to the extreme and was about to explode.
However, at this moment, a soft white light came down from high in the sky and covered Zi Ling's body, quickly calming down her originally extremely unstable spiritual power fluctuations.
Zi Ling raised her head and looked up into the air. She saw the figure bathed in soft white light, with excitement on her face, and she murmured in a trembling voice: "Master..."
I saw white light shining there, and a huge white lotus appeared out of thin air. Yan Luo was standing on it wearing aqua blue palace clothes.
The black silk hair on his head was lightly rolled up, and a white jade hairpin was fixed at the back of his head. On his charming face, with a straight nose and slightly parted cherry lips, it looked like it was carefully carved, and no flaw could be found.
The belt on her body is flipping, and the corners of her sleeves are flying. Against the background of the giant white flowers, she looks like a fairy from the Nine Heavens, showing an aloofness that is definitely not found in ordinary people.
On the stone platform, almost everyone forgot their actions and looked up at Yanluo one after another.
"Baohua...Holy Ancestor..." Jiushiluo said in a low voice with a complicated look on his face.
Hearing this, the expressions of the remaining dozen or so Black Demon Clan members suddenly changed.
"Holy Ancestor? Do you still respect me as your ancestor?" Yanluo's eyes were very calm, he glanced over those people and asked without any emotion.
"Holy...Holy Ancestor forgives..."
All the black demon tribesmen suddenly trembled, shouted continuously, and fell to the ground one after another.
"We'll talk about what you're waiting for later." After Yanluo said this, he pinched the magic formula in his hand, a light flashed in the void in front of him, and a colorful tree branch appeared out of thin air in his hand.
"Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree!" Jiushuluo said softly.
Zhao Jian's eyes flashed, and he stared at the tree branch.
Yanluo held the Seven Treasures Tree lightly in his hand and waved it casually, and the top of the branch immediately lit up with a colorful light.
I saw a huge seven-petal colorful lotus suddenly blooming on the ground under the Black Demon Tribe, wrapping it up and putting them all inside.
Then Cailian's light flashed and disappeared together with the Black Demon clan members.
"This is a saint-level powerhouse!"
Among the crowd, someone suddenly shouted.
The disciples of the Three Holy Lands felt the aura fluctuations coming from Yan Luo's body, and suddenly panicked, and the noise on the stone platform suddenly became loud.
I don't know who started and fled under the stone platform. Except for Zhao Jian and a few others, the disciples of the three holy places jumped off the stone platform one after another and fled in all directions.
Yan Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, and after glancing around at those people, he saw a burst of colorful light from his body. He moved one hand in the void one after another, and a three-layered ring-shaped forbidden magic circle suddenly appeared in the sky above Baoyue Palace.
I saw a ray of white light projected down from the magic circle, reflecting on all the disciples of the Holy Land.
The moment these people were illuminated by the white light, they seemed to evaporate and suddenly disappeared out of thin air.
After everyone disappeared, Yanluo lowered his raised hand, with a look of exhaustion on his face.
He turned his eyes and looked towards Zi Ling, waving to him gently.
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Inside Kunlun Holy Ruins, in an unknown space.
On the floor of an altar, a burst of white light suddenly lit up, and circles of magic circle runes emerged.
Immediately afterwards, figures staggered out of the magic circle one after another. They were the disciples who had disappeared from the three holy places just now.
After Zhao Jian appeared, the halberd in his hand immediately lit up with black and white light, blocking it in front of him.
He turned slightly and looked around, and found that all of them seemed to be on a huge circular altar, surrounded by a dark void, and nothing could be seen.
Around the altar, eight white jade stone pillars engraved with enchanting flowers were erected, directly connected into the dark void above, and it was impossible to tell how high they were.
"What...what is this place?"
Someone in the crowd asked, his voice trembling, and he seemed very afraid.
Under the current situation, naturally no one would answer him. Everyone was on alert, guarding against the guardian puppet that might appear at any time.