Seven hundred and fifteenth chapter artifact spirit
Zhao Jian had already calmed down at this moment, and looked at the white jade pillars around him.
However, as soon as his eyes fell on the surface of the pillar, he felt that a flower suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The flowers on the white jade stone pillar seemed to twist and bloom like real flowers, bursts of dazzling colorful colors emerged from them.
streamer.
Looking at those gleaming stone pillars, Zhao Jian felt his head sink, the scene in front of him gradually blurred, and his mind became chaotic.
When he looked around again, he saw that the surrounding area was suddenly occupied by ferocious puppets, and they were eagerly looking towards him.
"court death!"
Zhao Jian's heart trembled, and he shouted loudly. His halberd straightened out and stabbed the nearest golden-armored puppet. Large strands of light spurted out and swept toward the golden-armored puppet densely.
"boom"
These rays of light instantly penetrated through the chest of the golden-armored puppet. He let out a scream and fell down softly.
"Zhao Jian, what are you doing?" A loud shout rang out, but Young Master Zhuyun's eyes widened and he shouted angrily at Zhao Jian.
The skin on Zhao Jian's forehead suddenly turned over, revealing a vertical pupil from which a piece of silver light shot out.
As soon as the silver light appeared, he suddenly woke up and saw beside Young Master Zhuyun, a disciple of Zhuyun Sword Sect with a big hole in his chest and fell in front of him.
"Don't look at those stone pillars, they are phantom formations." Zhao Jian ignored Young Master Zhuyun's scolding and shouted loudly.
Before he finished speaking, several Holy Land disciples around him suddenly acted like crazy demons, raised their magical weapons and struck at the people around them.
Immediately, someone was caught off guard and was hit by the person next to him, and was seriously injured.
When other people saw this, they immediately came up to stop them and shouted to stop them. However, they found that those people were completely irrational and actually killed their fellow disciples who tried to stop them.
And before several people on this side could be stopped, people on the other side continued to fall into madness.
As more and more people fell into madness, the entire altar suddenly erupted with killing sounds and blood flying everywhere.
Among the few people who were sane, some tried to rush towards the edge of the altar, but found that there was an invisible barrier on the edge that made it impossible to cross.
There were still some people who refused to give up and flew up into the void above. However, they fell straight into the darkness and disappeared completely. They could not even feel the slightest breath.
Zhao Jian glanced around, taking in all the situations in his eyes, his heart trembled, he took out a golden jade secret with a flip of his hand, and crushed it without hesitation.
A vortex of golden light suddenly appeared, coiled up, and disappeared from the place.
Mo Qinghui's eyes were blood red at this moment, but as an elite of the generation of inner disciples of the Lichen Sect, he naturally had some means, and he still had some sense left at this moment.
He glanced at Wan Hucong and Shui Fengyue who were fighting madly around him. He waved his palm violently, and a white jade folding fan immediately spiraled out, magnifying several times.
He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. The white jade folding fan suddenly turned into blood, and the spiritual light continued to flow.
As Mo Qinghui waved his hand, the light on the folding fan lit up, and the fan suddenly opened, and he immediately jumped up.
I saw a flash of bloody light on the fan, and Mo Qinghui's figure disappeared together with the folding fan.
On the other side, Young Master Zhuyun was being chased by three of his fellow disciples, with a cold light shining in his eyes.
He gritted his teeth and pinched the spell with his left hand. A golden sword-shaped rune lit up between his eyebrows, and a golden light suddenly shot out from it, opening a narrow opening in the void.
One side of his figure passed through the gap and disappeared without a trace.
After these three people left, the altar was completely plunged into a frenzied fight, and the blood that poured out quickly dyed the entire altar floor blood red.
Somewhere high above the altar, smoke was hanging in the air.
She saw the trapped people escape by various means, but she had no intention of pursuing them.
After everyone fled away, her face turned pale, her body suddenly swayed, and she barely stood still.
She had just advanced to the Holy Saint level, forcibly controlled the restrictions in the Kunlun realm, and used great magical powers, which naturally caused her vitality to be greatly damaged.
Yanluo closed his eyes and breathed slowly several times, and his face looked better.
At this moment, a purple figure flashed in front of her, and Zi Ling's figure appeared, leaning towards Yan Luo and prostrating.
"Master!" Her voice was whimpering.
"Are you..." Yan Luo frowned, a look of doubt appearing in her eyes.
Zi Ling raised her head, her face was filled with pear blossoms, and she smiled. She clasped her hands in front of her body, and her body shone with colorful lights.
Behind him, the shadow of a colorful tree branch emerged, emitting the same aura as the Seven Treasures Tree.
"You are Bao'er!" Yanluo's beautiful eyes lit up as she recalled.
"Yes, Master!" Zi Ling said with excitement.
A complicated look flashed in Yanluo's eyes, and he stretched out his hand to gently touch her head.
Ziling's tears finally rolled down uncontrollably, and she said in a somewhat aggrieved voice: "Master, you are finally back. Bao'er has been so scared and lonely these years."
"It's okay, I'm back, everything will be fine." Yan Luo gently stroked Zi Ling's head.
Zi Ling nodded slightly, with a serious look on her face.
"Bao'er, have you been waiting here for me to come back all these years? What happened in Kunlun back then? Where is Ling'er?" Yanluo asked three questions in one breath.
"Master, after you left Kunlun, Shitai took the opportunity to lead a large number of ancient barbarian armies to invade Kunlun, and the whole process was overwhelming. In order to protect the Baoyue Palace, my sister and I broke away from the Seven Treasures Tree without permission, activated the Baoyue Formation, and trapped Shitai in the palace.
In. In order to find the master, my sister and I came up with the idea of leaving Kunlun in this body. However, due to the excessive consumption of soul power, we were unable to return to the Kunlun Guardian Palace. Fortunately, we were able to take this opportunity to fulfill our wish." Zi Ling.
said.
"So that's it." Yanluo nodded and sighed.
"Bao'er and sister acted without authorization and almost caused the Baoyue Palace to be guarded. Please punish the master." Zi Ling said, and suddenly bowed down.
As a result, Yanluo gently raised one hand, and a soft force lifted Zi Ling's body, and said: "You and Ling'er only think about Kunlun, how can I blame you."
"Thank you, Master! By the way, what happened after you left Baoyue Palace, and why did you come back now? We went to many places to look for you, but we found nothing." Zi Ling asked again.
"I can't remember exactly what happened, but it's true that I almost lost my mind. This incident must have something to do with Heaven... Too many things happened during this period, and it wasn't until recently that I regained some of my strength."
Yanluo's expression changed complicatedly, and finally he sighed.
"Heaven!" Zi Ling's eyes showed deep anger.
"It was a fluke that I was able to come back from the dead after experiencing this catastrophe. When I recover my strength, I must seek justice for all the creatures in Kunlun." Yanluo said word by word.
"Well, Bao'er believes in the master and will definitely be able to do it. By the way, what about Shi Mu? Isn't he with the master?" Zi Ling nodded repeatedly, suddenly thought of something, looked around and asked.
"I arranged for him to stay in seclusion in the palace for a while," Yanluo said.
"This Shi Mu is also a weirdo. When I first met him, I noticed that he had a faint blood aura of General White Ape, and then..." Zi Ling said.
"This is his choice... Perhaps, this is God's will. Without him, I might still be wandering in the underworld." Yan Luo said quietly, but then his face turned pale and his breath fluctuated.
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"Master, are you okay?" Zi Ling's expression changed and she asked.
"It's okay, it's just that my energy has been a bit exhausted just now. You'll be fine after a short rest." Yanluo shook his head and said.
"The master recovers his strength first, and I will kill those who escaped one by one." Zi Ling said, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"No need. Kunlun's reappearance will definitely arouse spies from Heaven. Killing these people will not help. And I feel that among the people who enter here, there must be spies from Heaven. For the current plan, we should restore it first.
Strength, let's avoid a head-on confrontation with Heaven for the time being." Yan Luo said, with a flash of light in his hand, he took out the Seven Treasures Tree.
Zi Ling was a little reluctant, but she still nodded. The colorful light on her body suddenly turned into a ray of light and merged into the Seven Treasures Tree.
The Seven Treasures Tree suddenly shined brightly, and countless colorful rays of light formed circles of ripples, spreading towards the surroundings.
Immediately afterwards, the aura emitted by the Seven Treasures Tree increased sharply. It lightly passed through the void, and the void immediately shattered layer by layer.
A large swath of colorful rays of light poured into Yanluo's body, and her tired face quickly recovered, and her energy seemed to be replenished in just a few breaths.
Yanluo looked at Baoyue Palace, with a complicated look in his eyes, and gently waved the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree with his bare hands.
A large area of colorful glow emerged around Baoyue Palace, wrapping Baoyue Palace inside.
The next moment, with a flash of colorful rays of light, Baoyue Palace slowly merged into the void and disappeared.
After doing this, Yan Luoyu waved his hand, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree merged into his body in a flash, disappearing without a trace.
Then a black light flashed from her body, and a square magic weapon flew out, which was the Falling Immortal Platform.
It turned into a black light, hovering in the open space between the white jade stone pillars below, and immediately sucked in the corpses of a large number of dead and injured Tianbian disciples.
Then Yanluo made a stroke with one hand, and a crack appeared in the void. He took a step forward and flew into the interface of the dead, and the space crack disappeared immediately.
On the outskirts of the Kunlun Secret Realm, several rays of light flew out in panic. They stopped when they reached the outskirts, and several figures appeared. They were none other than Zhao Jian, the young master of the Zhuyun Sword Sect, and Mo Qinghui.
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw no one was chasing them.
"Mu Yi! Several talented disciples of our Qinglan Holy Land have died at your hands! Zhao will not let this matter go!" Zhao Jian looked at the young master of Zhuyun Sword Sect and said angrily.
"Hmph! You young villain complained first. Five of my disciples from the Zhuyun Sword Sect were killed by you with your own hands. I saw it with my own eyes. This hatred is irreconcilable!" Mu Yi suddenly became furious after hearing this.
Mo Qinghui's face was also extremely ugly, but he didn't say much.
Just now they were shrouded in restrictions and were fighting each other. Although they were under the spell of illusion, almost everyone's hands were stained with the blood of disciples from the other two holy places. This is an indisputable fact.
He watched helplessly as several major disciples of various temple masters of the Lichen Sect were all buried here, and he was the only one left. How to explain to the Holy Master and the elders after he left.
Zhao Jian and Mu Yi glared at each other, but they did not take action after all, and each chose a direction to walk in.
Mo Qinghui also walked in the same direction.
During the flight, Zhao Jian turned his head and looked at the two people behind him, but a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he strode forward.
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