Xuantian Wushen

Chapter 1205 Imbued with Soul, Huang'er Grows (37)
"Fengli, we should go. Your killing array is about to disappear, we have to hurry up. Huang'er is so powerful, she should be fine." Linglong felt a lot, and everyone around Fengli was like that. Emphasis on love and righteousness.

Fengli nodded, holding Huang'er in both hands, Linglong took his arm and walked away, one step forward, and disappeared in the distance in an instant, when they returned to the top of the mountain, there was no trace of the Wanjianzong cultivator. Some cracks have appeared in the imperial formation talisman, the power in it is almost exhausted, it is about to collapse, and the Xuanhuang killing formation will disappear soon.

The two peak Xuan masters of Shuiyuezong and Nangong family held blood-colored long swords and kept slashing, blocking all the killing power of the avenue that came from strangulation. The Lord survived under their protection.

Feng Li only took a look, and then flew directly to the palace ahead with Huang'er and Linglong.

The palace was floating up and down in the hazy mist, and it seemed that it was close in front of them. Fengli carried Huang'er and flew Linglong for half an hour before arriving in front of the palace. The void ahead is imprisoned, making it impossible to fly.

They fell from the sky. There is a thick fairy mist everywhere, flowing sequentially between the heaven and the earth. There are several white jade stairs in front of them, which slope up to the sky and reach the palace. The white jade steps sway with immortal waves.

Through the hazy fairy fog, there are faintly colorful rays of light coming out of the palace, dreamy and mysterious.

Most of the cultivators who rushed here first stepped on the white jade steps, stepping up the stone steps step by step. Many of them were sweating profusely, as if they were struggling.

Some cultivators at the peak of Shenxuan walked in front, and a few of them almost reached the middle of the ladder, their bodies were shaking a little, each step up seemed to weigh a million, and it was extremely strenuous.

Feng Li walked over, came to the side of those peak Xuanzhu, said: "This ladder is a bit weird, the more you go up, the more difficult it is, there is terrible gravity, those people can't hold on."

"This is the only way to the palace." Xuanzhu, the peak of Tianyao Peak, nodded.

At this moment, a terrifying aura emanated from the palace, causing everyone to tremble. Immediately afterwards, the cultivators who had walked to the middle of the stairs all froze there, trembling violently, with gloom It emerged from the white jade stone steps they were standing on, and instantly enveloped them.

Below, everyone could see that their faces were distorted, as if they were in great pain. In just a moment, the eyes of those people were covered with a layer of Yin Qi, and a strong Yin Qi flowed from their bodies, rushing Collapsing the surrounding void, they turned around abruptly and rushed down, with long and pointed nails growing out of their hands, the black light shone, very penetrating!

"what!!"

A black light flashed, and the people behind them were immediately pierced, and their heads were smashed. Everyone was shocked for a moment, and they all rushed back from the stairs. Behind them, those people were full of yin, exuding this coldness. The ruthless breath, obviously delirious, catches up with other cultivators and keeps slaughtering them.

(End of this chapter)