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Chapter 256 18. Dragon Shadow of Despair
The disciples sitting in the magic circle closed their eyes, and a terrifying turbulent aura erupted on the top of the mountain. If they were not protected by the runes of the ancient circle, the turbulent fluctuations at this level would be enough to destroy and kill them!
Boom--!
The shocking sound resounded between the sea and the sky, and it lasted for a long time. There were big waves on the sea surface. At this moment, the high wall of mist covering Miluo dissipated, revealing the vast sea surface and the glass-like sky.The elder in Tsing Yi who received Li Xi'an was right. These substances do exist to protect Mira, but they are not only used as a high wall to separate the world from Mira, but can also be an extremely sharp sword when necessary. , beheaded the enemy.

"It's over?" The young man raised his head, looking at the mighty radiant sword energy.

At this moment, the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, but every wisp of air is a terrifying sword.

"Huh—" The burly man sat on the magic circle with no strength, and let out a long sigh of relief, "Is it time to end? You must know that the magic circle almost turned me into a mummy. I think you are the only one who didn't What a big deal. After all, your spiritual energy, according to the suzerain, is a monster, like a humanoid spirit beast."

"Didn't you say you wanted to meet the invading enemy earlier? So now you can't wait to end it?" the woman laughed.

"That's different!" The big man waved his hands quickly.

"What's the difference? Seeing it, it doesn't mean that I really want to fight the invading creature. Being able to invade Miro can also make the suzerain and the two emperors put on this posture. Thousands of years, or ten thousand years, how many years?" I haven't seen it for a long time. The old flood dragon was just killed by the two empresses personally, going deep into the depths of the ocean. Many juniors don't even know about it."

The young man smiled, "Then I'm afraid I'll have to remember this matter for a long time."

Looking down, many disciples have lost their strength.

Their spiritual energy was exhausted, and they didn't even have the strength to look up at the mountain.

In the dojo at the bottom and the center, the old woman sat cross-legged, breathing out lightly.At this moment, the decline in her body is more obvious.Originally, she and the old man had lived for close to ten thousand years, and they had already reached the limit of the Extreme Palace Realm, and they could still exist only by relying on Mi Luo's supernatural powers.After this battle, no matter whether they win or not, she and the old man will probably leave.

The aura is soothing, and the old woman is adjusting her breath.

"But...it's over," she said.

As Lord Mira said, so what if the other party was once Shinichi?This is Mi Luo, no matter how powerful he is, he is only a king after all.

"Huh?" Suddenly, a strange fluctuation spread, which made the old woman startled. She suddenly raised her head and stared at the dragon crutch in the dojo.This crutch is trembling!
"Boom!" The mighty mist is rapidly decreasing, like the sun appears, and the mist naturally melts.A ferocious red long tail swept across the mountain, and disappeared in an instant.

Some disciples didn't stand firm without any precautions, and because their spiritual energy was exhausted, they fell from the magic circle and hit the ground, smashing their bodies to pieces!
The vibration and roar became more and more clear, and more and more disciples fell, like dumplings, one by one dotted with blood flowers in the Miluo Mountain Gate!
"Let's fight!" the old woman shouted.

"All disciples listen to the order and rise up!"

If you can't afford the array, with the protection of the array, you don't know how many people will be killed or injured in this weird fluctuation!
The inner disciples below clasped their palms together, took the elixir, and injected the only aura into the formation, maintaining the stability of the formation.

"Get into battle!" the Sifang elders ordered.

"What's going on?" The young man frowned, he raised his hand, and the spirit weapon saved a doorman who was about to fall.He looked up, and there was a golden light escaping in the mist!

"Maintain the formation!" he shouted.

"This is the last chance. If you take pills, you won't be able to restore your aura in a short period of time." The woman worried, "Sovereign and the others..."

"Take care of ourselves! The suzerain has never made us worry, let alone Mr. Yang is on top." The burly man got up from the magic circle, sat cross-legged, and his aura was transpiring.

The stability of the magic circle reassured everyone for a moment.

But only for a moment.

They heard the sound of chanting, the sound of chanting like a tide, chanting a name!Through the barriers of the magic circle, go deep into their souls, and drive them away!

When people looked up, they could see the mist and sword light completely dissipated, and a large bronze tripod was suspended in the air, and thousands of worshiping figures manifested in the tripod body.They worshiped the same illusory green hills.On that green mountain, the Jiutian River falls, and the palace stands in the sky!
A huge palm cuts off the light.

Gold, as if cast from gold.The palms covered the sky, still extending, arms, shoulders, heads without facial features.This indomitable statue stood up from the clouds, and held the hilt of a long sword upside down with its right hand. The blade fell into the sea, splitting the ocean current and drawing out the abyss!

"Fa...Faxiang?" The young man couldn't speak steadily.

"Shinichi? The creature that invaded Miro is... Zu?"

"Are you kidding? Ancestor? Shinichi? Our enemy is... a Shinichi? In this world, there is a Shinichi?"

Up and down Miro, there was a dead silence.

Facing the most brilliant light in this world, they were all shrouded in darkness.What are they doing?Against a Shinichi?

The scarlet dragon shadow was entrenched in the sky, Li Xi'an lowered his head, overlooking all living beings.

He let go of the Taixing Baxing, and threw a head into the sea at will.This is the head of the old flood dragon, the spirit of the weapon, the spirit of which most of the consciousness has been obliterated.He helps it to be liberated and bestows death.The other arm exerted strength, crushing the body of the old Jiaolong who had lost his head, the sound of cracking crackling sounded like a soul-hunting song in the silence now!

"Pfft—" The blood of the old man stained the red and white robe.

This is his natal weapon. Now that the dragon is shattered, the crutch is also broken!His bright pupils dimmed suddenly, and his aura was rapidly fading.

The old woman was shocked, and her cloudy eyes were full of the golden statue, which stood between the sea and the sky, like an ancient god that lasted forever.This is... Has this world lost its ancestors that it has not seen for thousands of years?

She slowly stretched out her withered hands, as if praying.

The Lord of Miro stands on the top of the mountain, supporting the decayed old man.He stared at the golden statue, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Miro...will be ruined in his hands?

Do not……

The man shakes his head.

It is impossible for him to let the other party take Mi Luoshan away!

This is not only the future of Miro, but also the future of this world!It is mentioned in the inheritance of Mira's suzerains that Mira is the dragon vein of this world, the birthplace and support of spiritual energy. If Mira is lost, the world will be endless darkness, and the path of practice will be cut off!
The man took a deep breath, stood up, and straightened his back.

But what kind of posture he faces the god statue, the ending seems to be doomed.

"Boom!" The idol raised the long sword, and the sound of the sword cutting across the sea was dull like thunder.The world suddenly dimmed, and only the light of this golden statue shone, as if it was the only one.

Everyone was shrouded in that sword light.

The man noticed that this glorious statue only had an upper body, and the lower body was just an illusion.

Ancestor... really wasn't complete!

"There is still a chance...Mi Luo's ancestors! In this world, Mi Luo cannot be lost! There is still this world, why are you indifferent! Ah!" The man spread his arms, roared, and shouted hoarsely.His white robe was stained with blood, and he was no longer the solemn and solemn Lord of Milo.

The sword that opened up the world fell, and the man greeted the sword light.

(End of this chapter)