Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 640 Mirror has no chance to cast a spell

The magic palace!

"Hurry, hurry up."

"I'm talking about you! If you don't finish it quickly, you will die!"

"Everyone, work quickly and we must rescue the Holy Lord!"

Thousands of miles across, the small world of the Demon Palace, which could almost be regarded as a small country, was in chaos.

Jing Wuyuan, the Four Sages of the Demon Palace, and some other high-level demons who escaped back are directing the more than a thousand demons in the Demon Palace to set up formations.

In a huge square, countless demons were busy with their feet not touching the ground. Formation patterns were imprinted one after another. Various array objects were placed in different places according to the instructions of the National Master Jing Wuyuan.

After escaping back to the Demon Palace, Jing Wuyuan and others did not wait for their Holy Lord. After Jing Wuyuan's calculation, they discovered that this time was a major crisis for the Holy Lord.

If he is not careful, Qiye will never come back alive.

But with the existing power in the Demon Palace, even if they open the Xuanyin Demon Gate again and rush to the Death Swamp, they can no longer save their Holy Lord.

In desperation, Jing Wuyuan could only take out his own magic weapon, the Spiritual Mirror, and set up a formation, and placed some of Ming Xiaoyang's personal belongings left in the Demon Palace in the formation, trying to communicate with the world in this way, Bring back the holy king who is staying in the human world.

After working for less than half an hour, a formation was finally inscribed.

The huge square was covered with various complicated formations. When viewed from the sky, it was an oval formation.

Jing Wuyuan's spiritual mirror was placed in the center, along with some of Ming Xiaoyang's clothes and other items.

"Jing Wuyuan, can this really save the Holy Lord?" Under the impact of humane thoughts, Mrs. Sanmiao, who had broken her arm, approached Jing Wuyuan and asked.

Jing Wuyuan's face was solemn, and he had already made up his mind to sink the boat and said word by word: "If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent!"

"Even if it means losing my life, I must save the Holy Lord!"

Jing Wuyuan has never been married in his life, he has dedicated everything to the Yinyue Dynasty, and he has watched Ming Xiaoyang grow up since he was a child.

In this way, for Jing Wuyuan, the Seven Nights Demon Lord is not only the monarch to whom he is loyal, but also his son.

The relationship between them has long gone beyond the relationship between master and disciple.

How could a father be willing for his son to die!
  After saying this, Jing Wuyuan sensed the uneasiness that was coming from somewhere, and had no intention of delaying it any longer. He flipped his ten fingers, arousing the power of magic, and muttered something more:
  "The universe is boundless, the breath is my guide, the wind and thunder of heaven and earth are for my use, the gate of Xuanyin is open, and the sky is open!"

boom!
  Following Jing Wuyuan's spell, a deep cave gradually appeared within the formation. With the help of Ming Xiaoyang's clothes left in the Demon Palace, he summoned the return of his master.

The master of magic, the number one master of magic, opened the portal between the already semi-independent world of the magic palace and the human world at all costs, trying to take back his monarch.

All the demons left in the Demon Palace were looking at the portal formed by the mirror-free formation, waiting for the return of the Seven Nights Demon Lord.

Even the Hehuan faction members who were at odds with the Yin Yue Dynasty were no exception.

It is true that there is intrigue within the demonic realm, but that does not mean they are fools. After this battle, the devil's vitality has been severely damaged. If he continues to fight in the nest, it will just make the righteous path laugh!
  At this time, the entire demonic path needs the Seven Nights Demon Lord!
  ………………

In the Death Swamp, Qi Hao heard the shouts of Lu Xueqi and Tian Linger, took one last look at Zhang Xiaofan at his feet, and smiled coldly, his expression extremely cold.

"Zhang Xiaofan, today you can die with your favorite person, and Junior Sister Lu from Xiaozhu Peak by your side. Even if you go underground, you can rest in peace!"

Before he finished speaking, the ice sword in his hand was about to fall, killing Zhang Xiaofan on the spot.

Tian Linger looked at Qi Hao as if he were a stranger.

Girls’ feelings are always poetry!
  The hero in her mind turned out to be just a hypocrite. On the contrary, the dull junior brother who had never noticed him turned out to be a good person who was willing to die for himself.

Suddenly, Tian Linger, who had always prided herself on being smart and smart, realized for the first time that she was very stupid!

Under the sunlight, the dazzling ice sword fell down and was about to take Zhang Xiaofan's life. A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Qi Hao's mouth.

However, he would never have the chance to stab this sword.

puff!

There was a sharp pain in his heart, and a Fangtian painted halberd stabbed behind him, piercing Qi Hao mercilessly.

Hot blood dripped down the halberd blade, and Qi Hao, who had looked ecstatic just now, was filled with unbelievable fear.

When he turned around, all he saw was a pale cheek, and a trace of blood appeared on the face that was originally the same as that of a dead person.

Ming Xiaoyang pierced Qi Hao with a halberd, leaned into his ear and said: "Goodbye, stupid smart people! If you had just killed me when you found me, it might be better. Fortunately, With a smart fool like you fighting in the nest, I bought enough time for this Holy Lord. Although the injury has not completely healed, it has already recovered to two or three points."

Before he finished speaking, Ming Xiaoyang had already pulled out Fang Tian's painted halberd that had penetrated Qi Hao's body, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Bang!
  The eldest disciple of Cangsong Taoist, the first leader of Longshou Peak, and the future No. 2 figure of Qingyun Sect, he died in the hands of Ming Xiaoyang and fell here on the eve of reaching his peak.

call!
  Taking action to kill Qi Hao, draining his own remaining vitality, Ming Xiaoyang's slender body trembled slightly, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.

"Senior Brother Qi Hao." Crystal clear tears like pearls flickered in Tian Linger's eyes. Even though Qi Hao had exposed his true face, the emotion he poured into him did not disappear so easily. Seeing the person he liked die in front of him, Tian Linger could no longer control himself and cried.

"Three of you, this Holy Lord has long known about the intrigues within the righteous path, but I never thought that I would see such a good show." Ming Xiaoyang stuck Fang Tian's painted halberd in the mud and looked around at the three people around him. He said sarcastically, "Even the sects can attack each other for a few treasures!"

"Hmph!" Lu Xueqi was the most seriously injured among the three and had the most aggressive temper. Upon hearing these words, a hint of death intention appeared on her beautiful and fair face, "Seven Night Demon Lord, kill if you want, why bother to be sarcastic!"

"If this girl frowns, she is not a disciple of the Qingyun Sect!" At the end of the sentence, her white neck was raised, as if she was waiting for death with her eyes closed.

"Who said that I want to kill you?" After hearing Lu Xueqi's words, Ming Xiaoyang showed a somewhat incomprehensible expression, "I just want you to do me a favor!"

"Help you? This is impossible!" Zhang Xiaofan didn't even have the strength to get up, but he still shouted forcefully.

"Really? Then let's wait and see!" A malicious smile appeared on the corner of Ming Xiaoyang's mouth, staring at the three of them with evil intentions, and said with a bad smile.

(End of this chapter)