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When all the shells of the rock were peeled off and the thick "sheath" collapsed into a rocky mountain, the vision disappeared at the same time in two places thousands of miles apart.

A dusty long sword was held in Mo Ci's hand.

The stone-like sword is neither sharp nor dazzling, has no mysterious lines, no majestic appearance, and is too ordinary to be ordinary.

But at the moment it appeared, the remaining ancient monsters were all annihilated.

Mo Ci held the stone sword in his hand and pointed at the cloud.

With a movement of the wrist, the Wusheng Sword cut out a gray light like a crescent moon, and flew out lightly.

It seemed a bit slow, but the cloud and mist tried to avoid it but couldn't dodge it completely, and a strand of hair-like fog tail was hit by the gray light.

The wisp of mist was dyed gray in an instant, and then there was a strange feeling, as if a person's soul had been scattered. At this moment, this wisp of mist ushered in the disappearance of life, and truly "dead".

The Beast God cut off the tail of the fog and was about to make a move when the flame of the Taiqing Lantern hanging high above flickered.

Dim and soft lights poured down, casting a small shadow behind the clouds and mists.

The head of Taichu Guan stimulated his spiritual power, the flames of the lamp exploded, and the shadow suddenly grew, and immediately took shape.

All three present were taken aback.

The enemy's shadow is not in the form of a cloud, but in the shape of a human.

The vague figure, whose gender and appearance could not be seen clearly, looked gloomy in the light.

Before he had time to think, Taichu Guan's sect master used the spells one after another, the lamp flames were shaking, and the figures floated tremblingly, as if they had life and substance.

It opened its arms and embraced the cloud. It seemed a gentle movement, but it was a strong shackle.

Yunwu was imprisoned by his own shadow, unable to move.

Mo Ci swung his sword again, it was still the simplest move.

At the same time, Shang Jia made a tactic with both hands, and hit a false seal towards the three dice that were rolling in front of him.

The dice stopped suddenly, and the side facing the Wusheng sword was bright red.

Three, five, one.

The flying sword light suddenly turned into a gray beam of light, and its power increased nine times.

Wherever it passes, even the space dies.

Facing the dead gray light, Yun Wu seemed to be waiting to be killed.

There was no joy on the faces of the three of them.

It went so smoothly, so smoothly.

Then, as if in response to their premonition, a gap opened in the sky.

The colorful stream of light gushed out like a torrent breaking a dike, and the gorgeous light that formed the ancient demon's body instantly condensed into a huge arm.

The colorful light of the arm flows, reaching between the clouds and gray light.The palm of the hand is raised up, the thumb is buckled inward and close to the palm, the middle finger is half-bent, and the index finger, ring finger and little finger are upright, forming a strange dharma seal.

The gray beam of light that had arrived in a moment hit the palm of the hand that formed the seal.

Without making any sound, the beam of light was split like tofu, smoothly divided into two halves and diverged obliquely to the left and right.

But the palm of the hand continued unabated, approaching Mo Ci's body in a blink of an eye.

Mo Ci's pupils shrank slightly, his figure retreated sharply, and at the same time he swung his sword across.Wu Shengjian's blunt blade touched the palm of the hand, and a deep cut was cut in the palm of the hand, and the entire palm was almost broken in two.

Fayin let go, and quickly withdrew his palm as if suffering from pain, then stretched out towards the cloud and mist, and grabbed the figure with a vague grasp.

The fingers tightened, and the figure exploded and dissipated.

Accompanied by a cracking sound, the flame of the Taiqing Lamp dimmed suddenly, and the weak flame seemed to be extinguished at any moment, and a thin crack ran through the lamp holder.

Taichu Guan's face remained unchanged, but his eyes became more solemn.

The clouds and mist surged, and more dazzling brilliance poured out from the back of the huge arm. Before everyone could react, a one-armed giant without facial features was already sitting cross-legged in the dark and turbulent background.

The colored light distorted into turbulent flows on the giant's body, like thick and psychedelic whirlpools, and like big and small eyes, just looking at it makes people feel uncomfortable from vision to spiritual consciousness.

The loss of an arm means a lack of strength, but it does not detract from the terrifying sense of oppression at all.

The cloud and mist melted into the giant's body, and the injured palm was restored to its original state.

Jubao cauldron and Taixuan Qiankun pot both flew up, the mouth of the tripod and the pot faced the giant, sending out a force of suction.

Two streams of colorful light were sucked up from the giant, and they poured into the two Taoist artifacts like a waterspout.

The opponent didn't respond to the loss of his own power. His huge head turned to Mo Ci, and his five fingers formed seals again.

The Dharma seal, which is different from just now, arouses the unknown power between heaven and earth.

From nowhere came a strange syllable, like a murmur, or a beast's roar, as dull as a rolling thunder, exploding in Mo Ci's ears.

puff!
Blood spurted thinly and sprinkled all over the sky.

……

Demon domain.

On the top of the mountain, several figures appeared in front of Yinshan, half kneeling and bowing their heads in a respectful posture.

Among them are three, one is the Yuandu Beast Emperor with red hair and agile eyes, the other is the long-tailed and fluffy Benyun Beast Emperor, and the third is Long Jing who was supposed to be recuperating in her own territory. Beast Emperor.

Behind the several beast emperors, several huge tenth-level monsters prostrated themselves on the ground.

Yin Shan: "Lead the troops and take their positions."

The Beast Emperor responded in unison, and then scattered away, and the tenth-level monsters also left in different directions.

The space vibrated faintly, and the power of the three human casual cultivators who had hidden their bodies was slightly shaken.

Just as they were hesitating whether they should send out manpower to stop those beast emperors, Yin Shan said, "If you stop them, can you still stop me?"

As soon as this remark came out, the three of them immediately gave up the idea of ​​splitting up and could only spread the news first.

However, even if the news is received, no one can quickly make command and dispatch under the current situation.

Yan Lan stepped forward and set up tables, chairs and tea in the open space next to her.

Seeing this, Yin Shan said, "They don't want to sit down and have a cup of hot tea."

Yan Lan smiled and shook her head.

"This is for you."

With a wave of her hand, a pile of jade slips appeared on the table.

"Since you're free, just finish the unfinished business from yesterday. I'll go to assist Longjing, I don't have time to help you."

After saying that, he walked away, Liu Yinshan was silent in front of a table of jade slips.

……

The award ceremony has reached the last stage.

Senior officials of the Shijue Mansion and this year's winners will board the incense car and parade around the mountain gate and the city of Star Entertainment City.

This kind of incense car has a special shape, there is no carriage on it, but it is built with various artificial landscapes, exotic flowers and plants, flying springs and waterfalls, steep rocks and crags, and so on.

The long line of fragrant chariots floated in mid-air some ten feet above the ground, and Qian Ran invited Jing Yingrong to board the leading car.

The clouds and air in the car dispersed, and a snow-white eucalyptus tree opened its crown, and the crystal leaves sprinkled endless starlight.

Jing Yingrong stood still under the tree, and Qianran was about to follow her into the car when an elder rushed over and whispered something to her.

After hearing this, Qian Ran's expression changed.

"How could a tenth-level monster break into the boundary of our sect? Didn't there be Taichu..."

He subconsciously glanced at Jing Yingrong, and then quickly made arrangements in a few words, asking the elder to lead someone to stop the monster.

The rest of the monks were far away, so everyone didn't know what happened, and Qian Ran had no intention of explaining, but only smiled wryly at the mirror after boarding the incense car:

"It's really weird. How could there be a high-level monster rushing indiscriminately? How could it pass the noble faction and Niya Palace?"

Jing Yingrong: "Today's decisive battle between the human race and the monster race, don't you know?"

Qianran: "...what?"

Jing Yingrong understood: "It seems that they didn't notify the forces that are not strong enough."

Qian Ran's expression was dull, and she didn't come back to herself until the car started.

"Whether it's good or bad, I think the decision to come to the three major sects will not be wrong, we can rest assured and wait for the result."

He thought about it quickly, put the matter behind him, and waved to the onlookers on both sides of the road below the Xiangche team with a happy face.

The fragrant car drove slowly, and it was foreseeable that it was too early for this link to end.