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Chapter 255 17. Not afraid
Miro, the millennium of silence was broken by a loud noise.

The Miraman raised his head and looked in the same direction.

That is the height of Mount Miluo. The sacred mountain is often covered with a layer of rosy clouds, which symbolizes that the sacred light circulates endlessly on the surface of the mountain wall.But now, dust was splashed there, and a large number of stones collapsed, with some kind of building debris falling down.It was as if a chain reaction had been triggered, and the magnificent palaces on the heights collapsed and shattered one after another.

"The Guanluo Hall! The Guanluo Hall has been destroyed!" A disciple shouted after seeing the situation at the height.

Those with more senior qualifications frowned.

Miro has stood for tens of thousands of years, and this situation has never occurred.Guan Luo Hall is one of the oldest buildings in Mi Luo, and it is said that it was built by the earliest Mi Luo Lord when the Mi Luo Mountain Gate was opened.Although a long time has passed, the powerful supernatural powers possessed by this hall are no longer manifested, but it is still a place of revelation for the suzerains of Mount Miluo.

So it was destroyed?

It was too sudden and too incredible.

"Om!" Miluo Mountain trembled lightly, layers of magic circles spread out, and the runes filled the air, forming dots.

"Strong enemy!" Someone shouted.

What the opening of the magic circle in Mount Miluo means, the Miramon people are very clear.Even though they haven't seen clearly where the so-called enemy is, countless figures soar into the sky and land on the points constructed by the runes, the spiritual energy starts to circulate, the sky and the earth roar, the clouds break open, and the boundless sea water boils and roars!The ancient formation began to slowly reveal its terrifying power!
"It's no wonder the suzerain ordered us to return to Miluo." The young man in green robe said with a smile, he made a formula with his fingers, and the aura far surpassing the ordinary Yang God realm poured into the formation.

"The suzerain may have expected that there will be a battle today." Beside him, a beautiful woman shook her head, also wearing a green robe.

These people are unfamiliar to most Miramons.

They were the same generation of the suzerain back then, and they were outside of Mi Luo, protecting Mi Luo from danger.

"I'm curious to make the suzerain put on such a posture, who is that formidable enemy!" The burly man laughed.

Obviously, compared to those ordinary Tsing Yi elders in Mi Luo, they are much stronger, and their aura is astonishing!

The ancient formation rotates, and the runes burn, turning into the most powerful and pure power!
"Get into battle!" At the top of the countless criss-crossing formations, the old man in white ruthlessly threw down the one-horned flood dragon stick.This crutch fell directly from a very high place to the central dojo at the bottom of Mount Miluo.In the place where the disciples of the inner sect were sitting cross-legged, they saw the crutches fall, opened their eyes, and recited a name.There is also a formation here, and their aura is injected into it, which seems to have awakened something.

Layers of scales began to emerge from scratch, and in the horrified eyes of the disciples, it became a huge gray-black flood dragon!
"That's... the Emperor of the Sea deep in the sea!"

"No wonder I haven't seen that dragon making waves in the past thousands of years. It turned out that it was beheaded by the Supreme Elder and refined into a weapon spirit!"

"So what about the last dragon in the world, it's not sleeping under Miro forever!"

Everyone is excited.

The emperor in the deep sea left a deep shadow on disciple Mi Luo, like a dreadful curtain that always hangs over people's heads.An old dragon in the extreme palace state, deep in the ocean, showing an invincible posture.For a long time in the past, his people and himself have flooded so many lands and taken away so many lives.

Now, the old dragon who gave people an invincible posture has become a weapon spirit like this, how can it not cheer up the disciples.

It seems that no strong enemy can threaten Mi Luo, yes, they were surprised and even at a loss when the Guan Luo Temple collapsed.This is actually not necessary, how many years will Mi Luo live in this world forever?
The huge aura of the entire mountain gate is poured into the formation, which is not only an infusion, but also a blessing.

People in the magic circle were lowered for their well-being, and their minds blended with the ancient magic circle.At the same time, their determination to win at the same time led to a mighty formation, which seemed to sweep the sky and the earth.

The dragon's walking stick thrown down by the old man roared. After it became a tool spirit, its strength was naturally not as good as before, and even most of its mind was wiped out.But under the nourishment of this large formation, the power that belonged to the king of the deep sea in the past seems to have returned, and the realm of the emperor's way spreads wantonly!

Even part of the spiritual power of Mi Luo's disciples was blessed on the body of the gray-black flood dragon. Its pupils were burning, fixed on Mi Luo's high red shadow, bowed ferociously with its long tail, and flew straight into the sky!

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High above, the red dragon shadow was cruising. Wherever he walked, the mountain walls were broken and the palace collapsed.

Those extremely solid palaces that have stood for a long time are extremely fragile to the golden fire and scales.Every swing of the huge body will turn a magnificent building into ruins.

In front of the red dragon shadow is the Lord Mira who is retreating steadily.

He used methods to evade Li Xi'an's divine fire, and at the same time, as a human monk, it was impossible to compete with the "dragon" physically.So he could only retreat rapidly, looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

"Your disciples don't seem to know what they are going to face?" Li Xi'an jumped up, Taihang Baxing grabbed Xi sword and slashed down. The sword light directly cut down a large area of ​​mountain walls and palaces, creating an abyss. The gathered magic circle was also cut open.

"Boom!" Miro Lord raised his hand, and dozens of ancient swords formed a sword array, eliminating the golden sword light.

"They don't need to know." The man shook his head. "It's enough to know that you are an enemy, and none of Mi Luo's enemies survived thousands of years of history."

"You speak too loudly." Li Xi'an meandered in the air, the huge and slender ancient golden and jade sword hanging down from the blade.

"Really? I'm curious where you got the confidence to invade Mi Luo alone. Even if you are the ancestor, it was once!" The man clasped his hands together, and the sword light fluctuated, like the tide of the sea, everywhere in all directions!

And rising along with the surge of the sword array is a gray-black flood dragon that meanders endlessly!
It roared in the clouds, its pupils burned, and its teeth were full of thunder!
The old man in white came to this battlefield silently, carrying several ancient formations on his back!He was originally very old and was at the end of the emperor's extinction, but at this moment his whole body was boiling, and the spiritual energy accumulated for thousands of years exploded, staining the entire sky behind him with his own color!
The gray and black flood dragon, the master of Miluo, and the white-clothed old man are in three directions, and their sharp edges are directed at the same creature!
They want to surround and kill!

"Those who offend Mi Luo, beheaded!" The man sitting cross-legged in the sword array spoke, blazing like thunder, with incomparable majesty!

The storm gathers.

Clouds and mist that acted as a high wall between Miluo and the outside world swept and flowed, and a huge sword that was hundreds of miles long gathered on the top of Miluo Mountain. The thunder light flickered out of it, and there was a big roar. All the disciples gritted their teeth and roared.In the ashram in the center of Mount Miluo, the old woman in white dredged the majestic aura, making the magic circle of the entire Mount Miluo orderly.Perhaps, she is the core of Mi Luo Mountain, controlling Mi Luo's ancient formation.

The old woman chanted the scriptures, and the magic circle was transported to the giant sword, presenting ancient characters one by one, thick and sharp, and the words engraved on the ancient circle were like the projections of stars in the sky.

"This world is declining, but Miro still exists!" the old woman said softly.

She waved her arms lightly.

The giant sword fell.

The powerhouses from the three parties shot at the same time, and the endless light and heat instantly engulfed Li Xi'an's figure!

　There is one more chapter, before twelve o'clock
　　Anyway, it's a little dark.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)