Stop

He Qing's voice was instantly submerged in a scream that was enough to tear his eardrums, and earlier than the sound, the faint blue light had penetrated into the core layer of the flame golden light.

Yu Ci saw the golden body of the Mingwang turn around and look up, and everything was frozen here!

Silent - In fact, there is no other sound in your ears. People only see that under the dark blue light, the long arm holding the vajra broke instantly, and then the craniotomy and shoulder cracks were opened. The huge golden body was diagonally separated from both sides, causing the scalp to numb and fine cracks spread from the scars that were slanted downward.

The shattering sound was wrapped in a series of fine explosions, and it sounded. But under the overwhelming scream, only a few insignificant "waves" were turned up, and there was no trace.

People opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths wide, watching the golden body of the Ming King, who had just been arrogant, collapsed. As for the faint blue light that triggered all this, after splitting the golden body, the halo seemed to expand outward, and its momentum still continued to decline, and it dropped sharply!

The roar that shocked the brain suddenly changed, twisted into a sharp sound like a steel wire, and suddenly turned into a noisy roar. The faint blue light no longer looked like a star or a sharp line, but was expanding rapidly, and in a blink of an eye it rose to the thickness of the bucket, and its length increased sharply to dozens of feet. It landed heavily with the roar of chaoticness!

Before Yu Ci could see the result, he pulled him hard and moved to the side. It was the sword energy evaporated by Gan Shizhen. The female cultivator did not remind him that the sword energy turned sharp to dull, and dozens of people wrapped in the sword circle moved sideways. Even with Gan Shizhen's strength, it was impossible to drag dozens of people to move quickly. However, the few Huandan monks in the sword circle were not stupid. As soon as the sideways moved, they reacted and each exerted their own force, dragging the injured subordinates, and leaped here with all their lives. At this moment, the blue light fell to the ground. At that moment, the color completely disappeared and seemed to have hit the ground. But the next moment, the blue light like smoke and dust rose, instantly connecting a line on the ground.

The earth is cracking!

The bottomless crack seemed to be winding, but in fact it was still in a straight line in general. Glorious blue light burst out from the crack, rubbing against Shi Song's back on the back of the last ridge, scattering the floating blue fog, which was more than ten feet above the ground, like a backflow waterfall, pulling it apart, stretching out in a "wow" manner, and stretching for nowhere.

Shi Song spurted out blood, but then he forgot about his injuries. He turned his head with others, staring blankly as the huge crack rubbed against the southwest corner of the cliff city, tearing open the city wall, and rushed dozens of miles, like cutting tofu, cutting a mountain outside the city in half from the center, and then extending to the distant place where vision is difficult to reach.

Because of Monk Isin's hard work, Cliff City had just suffered a heavy earthquake with heavy casualties. At this time, the crust was active. After this terrifying blow, the mountains that the entire city relied on were trembling, making people wonder if it caused any irreversible damage to the mountain structure.

"It's so dangerous!"

Gan Shi's pretty face turned pale, she was really shocked: "Aunt Qing actually attracted Xing Tian's sword from all over the world. Fortunately, she controlled it properly and the angle was biased, otherwise..."

Otherwise, she didn't say anything. But seeing the huge crack that stretched dozens of miles under her feet, which was just the result of "well-controlled". The opposite situation, with just a flash of thought, makes people lose the courage to imagine.

"Is Xingtian's magic sword? Is it a magic weapon?" Yu Ci asked.

As soon as he said that he knew something was wrong, Gan Shizhen turned around and stared at him wide. After a while, she felt a little rude and lowered her eyes slightly and said, "After all, you are a disciple of Lichen Sect. You must know it well."

The magic weapon of the sect?

Of course Yu Ci knew that the so-called magic weapon is the highest achievement of weapon refining in the world of cultivation. If you take out any one, you will have the great power to move mountains and seas. It is the first type, and it is more powerful than sacrificing one hundred and eighth-level magic weapon. According to legend, magic weapon that sacrifices and refines the Great Perfection has the opportunity to be upgraded to magic weapon, but that is just a legend. A magic weapon, even ten magic weapons that sacrifice and refines the Great Perfection, can no one get it. It is a truly priceless treasure! Only the top figures in this world have the ability and qualify to have it.

As for the magic weapon, adding the word "Sections" to the word "Sections" can be imagined.

But what does "long miles" mean?

"It is said that the sword of the Lichen Sect's Xingtian magic sword is not a magic weapon that you carry with you, but is enshrined in the sect's ancestors' hall. When you want to use it, you can summon it from afar, go thousands of miles away, and then kill the enemy and return..."

Speaking of this, Gan Shizhen could only shake her head: "I don't know the more detailed information. You can ask Aunt Qing, she should answer you."

He Qing? Yu Ci grinned, not knowing what expression to use. He could see the outline of He Qing in the sky with all his eyes, but when he looked at it, he always felt that the woman was condescending and responded to the bloody scene in the mountain city as calm as she was!

It's so messy!

He Qing's method can be imagined when he heard Gan Shizhen say this, and he could win the evaluation of a weak female cultivator. Yu Ci couldn't help but think:

"If I had taken out this Xingtian Sword long ago..."

As Yu Ci's thoughts flew, a conversation began in the sky.

"It is rumored that under the sword of Xingtian, everything has turned into powder. Now when I see it, it is indeed true. The blood monk slaughtered the spirit, and it is now gone!"

"Excessive award."

He Qing responded lightly, his face pale. Although she was the only one among the Buxu cultivators in the sect who had the authority to summon Xingtian magic sword, for now, even though the Xingtian magic sword was too forced, he just adjusted the angle slightly and almost drained all the power in her body. But this would not affect her usual demeanor, and she only moved her gaze to the ball of silver-gray light fog in the distance, and her expression was still calm.

In the air, the *** projection of the Xuanyin Immortal had completely disappeared, and only the silver-gray mist of Minglan was still hanging in the air. Then the fog spread out, revealing the figure inside. He Qing's eyes shot a strange light and carefully patrolled the man, and he couldn't help but praise: "The mortal fetus has been lost and the yang god has appeared. This is the true face of Master Ming. Time goes back, but it's just like this... Congratulations to Master Ming for obtaining the body of the divine servant. I think the sky of the illusion is not far away."

"It's only a moment." Looking up at the sky, Minglan responded with a smile.

At this time, Minglan was no longer old-fashioned, and even younger than she looked a few months ago. The long-lost youth was accompanied by strength, flowing in her body, enough to make anyone familiar with her stunned. However, the two people in the sky are not ordinary people who are stuck in the outer skin, and similar topics are just a little over.

Minglan's eyes swept through the messy mountain city, and then turned to the place where King Tuliming of Jin's golden body collapsed, and said softly: "The blood monk's method has always been like this. Unfortunately, if the Xingtian sword had come a little earlier..."

She has a compassionate attitude, but He Qing's response is cold-blooded: "If this is not the case, how could Master Ming intervene?"

Minglan's answer was still a normal rule: "Thirty percent of the believers in a city have died or injured. If they don't take action, the ten years of missionary achievements will be destroyed. How can I reach the Heaven of Illusion? Whether it is the Rakshasa Sect or the Xuanyin Sect, the scholars are always fundamental. Everything else is just a few things."

He Qing was silent. The conversation between the two was actually quite particular.

In fact, she has always been vigilant about the Xuanyin Sect taking root in the Cliff City. Even if all the evidence of Monk Yixin is conclusive, she cannot erase her suspicion of the Xuanyin Sect. Not to mention the actual problem of summoning the Xingtian Sword, her cold-blooded response just now is actually saying:

I held the magic sword down and didn’t send it. It was because I looked at your attitude and the attitude of the Xuanyin Sect!

Minglan used the reason for "the first in the church" to express her thoughts. She was also defending her, and she had no intention of being unfavorable to Lichen Sect. Of course, the most important behavior before her help was the most important behavior, and all reasons were based on this foundation.

Speaking of this, He Qing will not say much. As a major sect with more strength than Lichen Sect, the Rakshasa Sect’s calculations cannot be tested in one or two times. Even if it tests that its intentions are ill-behaved, it will be put aside in a short time to seek a way for both parties to compromise. After all, the two major sects are billions of miles apart, and there is no "life-to-death" conflict in the foundation of their establishment - at least now!

No matter what, that's it.
Chapter completed!