Starting from the recovery of Shanhaijing

An ear-piercing growl sounded suddenly.

On both sides of the original blood suspended above the sealing formation of the celestial burial altar, two completely different strands of spiritual energy collided with each other.

The limit speed of the two sides exceeded common sense, causing the figure to drag out afterimages when moving.

At this moment, even the flow of mist froze for a short time.

The Yanyue knife slashed and fell, just as it hit a dark weapon that looked like a mourning stick.

Shuofeng sword turned into streamer and fought with several white lights.

A navy blue animal head like a wild fox poked out from the shadows, and it roared at the chi kiss phantom, refusing to back down.

Feeling the immense power from the weapon on the opposite side, comparable to his own.

Yan Jing raised her brows, her figure was once again shaped like a lake, and Inch Time was activated instantly.

In the blink of an eye, the Yanyue knife was slanted towards Yong's neck.

However, this method that has been tried and tested in the past has turned him into trouble this time.

Yan Jing just shook his head, the figure in front of him suddenly divided into nine identical individuals.

Not only did he easily dodge his attack, but he also manifested various means to surround him from all directions.

Spirit Vision couldn't tell the truth from the fake!
That being the case, Yan Jing simply raised his left hand and pointed forward.

Gravity Manipulation!

The invisible air wave exploded with Yan Jing as the center, bouncing away all the enemies who tried to get close.

The dark golden eye boy turned quickly in the dense fog, looking for the location of the main body
These nine clones are all fake!
Although the spirit vision couldn't distinguish, Yan Jing realized from the reaction of these figures after being attacked that they were not the real body.

Where will he hide?
My thoughts turned sharply, and a flash of inspiration burst into my mind in an instant.

Yan Jing turned around and punched the place where the purple-black blood was.

The black and white dragon and tiger roared and charged away, heading straight for the weird blood.

If you can't find your real body, then don't look for it. The ultimate goal is to destroy this group of people. If Yan Jing doesn't believe him, he won't come out to stop it.

Sure enough, with the originally highly condensed source blood facing threats.

Zhuo Yong, who was hiding in the dark, obviously couldn't give up this hard-won treasure, and made another move.

Several gray and white resentful spirits rushed out of the darkness, forcibly stopped the dragon and tiger spirit, and did not retreat even if they were directly crushed. They were obviously ghost servants driven by Zhuo Yong. Then there were several gray long tails, trying to kill Yan Jing beat back.

Naturally, Yan Jing wouldn't back down at this critical moment, and immediately turned and moved forward, with the Yanyue Saber wrapped around the Dragon and Tiger Qi in his hand, and the Shuofeng Sword hovering by his side, ready to attack at any time.

Jingle~
Just at this moment, a strange bell rang suddenly.

Yan Jing only felt a blur before her eyes, and the scene of the celestial burial altar disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Instead, there is a mass grave filled with white prayer flags and paper money floating in the sky.

A little far away, holding an old paper umbrella, an unknown monster with a height of more than three meters and covered in rags is approaching.

The cold breath eroded every inch of Yan Jing's skin.

Illusion?

Zhuo Yong, who appeared from the side of the celestial burial altar, glanced at the stagnant Yan Jing, and did not attack rashly.

He couldn't guarantee that the latter wouldn't wake up due to external stimuli, and he didn't have the confidence to finish off the "Sword Immortal" in front of him with one blow...

Turn all the attention to the source blood.

After the round of confrontation just now, the original blood essence of Xiangliu was finally condensed, and the black-purple aura on its surface was gradually transforming into a strange colorful light.

"Dun Xing, I got the things, and I'm going to retreat with the kid!" '

There were only three people left in the team of six when they came, but Zhuo Yong didn't feel any pity at all.

Three people sharing the spoils is much more than six people's share.

He hurriedly raised his hand to get the origin blood, success seemed to be within a few feet, but the moment Zhuo Yong's fingertips were about to touch it, a strong attraction suddenly came from behind him.

Raising his head suddenly, Zhuo Yong looked in disbelief at the place where Yan Jing was before, and there was no one there.

Clang!
There was a sound of Qingyue Jianming.

The Shuofeng sword pierced Yong's throat, and the Yanyue knife came after him, passing over his neck.

The head flew up in the splash of blood.

With the power of faith accumulated in the statue of Dragon and Tiger Yama lingering in his eyes, Yan Jing looked at the corpse in front of him indifferently.

He had to admit that the guy in front of him was really capable, and he was able to directly bypass the image of Dragon and Tiger Yama to act on his soul's illusion, which was unprecedented.

But wanting to use illusion to confuse him who owns the dragon and tiger Yama statue for a long time is undoubtedly whimsical.

Not to mention that after the recruitment mission of the Shenzhou World, the dragon, tiger and Yama statue has evolved again.

puff~ puff~
Tong Kong shrank suddenly, and the sound of sharp knives piercing into flesh sounded one after another!
The severe pain in the waist and abdomen made Yan Jing tremble all over, his astonished gaze fell, and he saw several fox tails rushing out from behind the headless corpse, directly breaking through the scale armor defense, and piercing his waist like a spear .

It was clear that his head had been beheaded, but Zhuo Yong's movements were not slow at all.

On the one hand, he severely injured Yan Jing, and on the other hand, he immediately reached out to get the original blood.

It's just that the Yanyue Knife, which was engulfed in black and white dragon and tiger aura, arrived first, directly chopped the blood beads formed by the source blood, and cut it open from the middle!

Even at the risk of aggravating his injuries, Yan Jing didn't intend to let this guy succeed.

After all, Zhuo Yong only got half of it, and he didn't dare to stay for a long time. His broken body strode forward, embracing the falling head.

The head, still dripping blood from its neck, was hidden in the hood, muffled with a strange laugh,

"This matter will not end here, Sword Fairy Raja, this time you have won half the battle. Xiangliu's seal has already been dismantled by us, and the entire Tibetan area will usher in destruction. When the time comes Let's see how you can maintain your shitty name!"

He thought he only got half of the blood that was at his fingertips, so Zhuo Yong's annoyance is needless to say, but now he really doesn't dare to stay for a long time, Raja's means and strength are beyond his expectations.

The illusion technique that he was proud of didn't work much for him.

Zhuo Yong didn't dare to bet that the opponent could defend against the illusion a few times.

More importantly, what he said earlier that Xiangliu's seal had been dismantled was not a threat.

In order to obtain Xiangliu's original blood essence, it must be able to regain some of its strength. However, despite how they threatened Xiangliu just now, they knew very well what would happen after the two celestial burial altars were destroyed.

When this guy breaks through the seal, I'm afraid they will be the first to take revenge!

He didn't find it difficult to deal with a sword fairy Rajah alone, but if he was targeted by the escaped Xiangliu, the consequences would be disastrous.

Seeing that Yong was about to escape, Yan Jing subconsciously wanted to catch up. He didn't believe that if this guy couldn't be killed, he must have used some kind of prop or ability to achieve this effect.

However, just as Yan Jing was about to leave, the chains that started to tremble violently behind him dragged his footsteps abruptly.

This group of intruders can destroy everything without any scruples and then leave gracefully.

As Yan Jing's special adviser to the Special Affairs Bureau, coupled with the urgent recruitment task she had accepted, she couldn't just sit back and watch Xiang Liu break through the seal.

It's just that it's not easy to stop the seal of the celestial burial altar that has been destroyed in a large area right now?