A fairy godmother just wants to be beautiful alone

Chapter 87 Pure Yang Magic Treasure
Without the suppression of the Splendid Golden Palace, all 72 magic pillars fell down.

The entire dark world suddenly collapsed, and a mighty black wave of magic rushed out carrying boundless magic power.

In an instant, the world surrounded by the 72 magic pillars seemed to expand in a large circle.

It was like an earthquake that spread to the entire space.

The black clouds rolled, the magic power transpired, and the viscous magic breath rolled back.

On the edge of the dark world, in Kunlun Yuzhong.

Seeing the terrifying magic breath coming from the outside like a tsunami.

The black toad's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"God..."

When the overwhelming waves hit, Kunlun Jade was instantly submerged in endless darkness like a small sailboat in a violent storm.

In the mountains of Geshi.

The thick magic energy spread, and the scope of the black magic domain continued to expand in the gray space.

Without the suppression of the Splendid Golden Palace, the gloomy light emanating from each Demon God Pillar seemed to be much darker, colliding with the surrounding gray light and bursting out a more brilliant purple light.

When the dust settled, a large part of the 72 Demon God Pillars fell down, piercing into the depths of the earth like 72 wedges.

The entire dark world has collapsed, and the outflowing demonic energy has infected most of Geshishan, forming a boundless demon realm.

In the battle between the gray light and the dark light, the pattern of the Splendid Golden Palace suppressed for millions of years was changed in this way.

And the girl who had done all this patted her butt and left.

After all, in her opinion, the gray light of the world is the biggest enemy in this world.

Compared with the isolated and helpless 72 Demon God Pillars, the boundless Geshi Mountain is obviously more powerful.

As a weakling between the two powers, no matter good or evil, good or evil, maintaining the balance of power between the two sides is the best solution in your own favor.

So it was her plan to completely dismantle the suppression of the Dark World by the Jinxiu Golden Palace.

Even so, the demonic energy did not expand beyond Geshi Mountain, let alone the sea of ​​gray mist.

Before leaving, the girl's eyes flickered slightly.

Suddenly thought of the black toad.

Under such a drastic change, it will be fine, right?

But thinking that it was originally an elf born from the magic breath, if it could be choked to death by the magic energy while hiding in the Kunlun Jade, then it deserved its death.

Immediately relieved, the figure disappeared in Geshi Mountain.

Xiuxian world, Qiushuiyuan.

The Blood Demon Sect sacrificed the Blood Demon Qin, and the battle was fierce, and it was all over the place from the very beginning.

Under the impact of the pure yang magic treasure, the Kunshan sect suffered heavy losses, countless Nascent Souls were bloodied, and the Empress of the Yuan Dynasty was seriously injured. Only the big monks who had transformed into infants could barely support one or two under the monstrous magic power.

But under the impact of this shocking blood, the baby-changing cultivator couldn't last long.

The boundless demonic power weighed on their hearts, and many monks of the Kunshan Sect couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts.

Is this the power of the pure yang magic weapon?
Even if the other party couldn't play a tone, the boundless aura that was urged could not be resisted by Nascent Souls like them.

At this time, some people couldn't help but think of the white cloud outside the Kunshan sect back then.

Faced with the suppression of a magic weapon more powerful than the blood magic zither, and the primordial god himself urged it, how did the other party persist for so long alone?

"Hold on, everyone!"

Chang Xuzi, the head of the Kunshan Sect, organized the Yingbian monks to lead everyone to retreat, and at the same time supported other Yingman monks.

The green bell above his head exuded a faint halo, sharing most of the pressure brought by the Blood Demon Qin.

This is an imitation of the Kunshan clock, and its power is infinitely close to the genuine one.

It can be called a half-step pure yang magic weapon.

But compared with the real magic weapon of suppressing luck, half a step is a huge difference.

Under the impact of the Blood Demon Qin again and again, the bronze bell above his head shook violently, making an unbearable creaking sound.

Changxuzi was secretly worried.

While organizing everyone to retreat, he looked back at the man in black sitting cross-legged.

I keep praying in my heart, hoping that the other party will succeed.

(End of this chapter)