Retrograde fairy way

"Hmph, if you want to expose yourself, you don't have this chance in front of me!"

Sensing the changes in the hall, the Huashen's complexion changed drastically, and they wanted to retreat in horror, but Mage Eruo snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating, and suddenly made a tactic with his left hand.

laugh!

A vague sound passed through the void, as if something extremely sharp had pierced the air.

"Sigh...cough!"

Xuan Mingkun's old face suddenly flushed red, as if someone had strangled his neck, and immediately stood still.

But there was a flash of madness in his eyes, and he spit out a blood arrow with a puff, and when the blood burst out, he saw dozens of dark red light threads looming in front of him, which were entering his chest and abdomen between.

"burst!"

As for Xuan Mingkun, who spurted out this bloody arrow, as if temporarily taking back the control of his body, he waved his hands without hesitation, suddenly tapped the golden pen, and let out a loud shout.

There was a muffled buzzing sound, but the tip of the gold pen that was blocking the cultivators suddenly shot open, and suddenly countless fine-haired sharp blades appeared on it.

On the pen holder, there was a tooth-piercing cracking sound, and Weng Ran exploded.

With the violence of this rare high-grade mysterious treasure in Tianfeng Continent, Xuan Mingkun originally wanted to expose himself in the hall, but after being suppressed by Mage Erluo with means, the subdued majestic coercion was revealed again at this moment. Come.

For a moment, the hissing sound of the sharp blade piercing the void resounded through the entire hall in an instant, causing all the monks to change their expressions and retreat without hesitation.

Although this Xuanbao self-exposure is not comparable to Nascent Soul self-exposure, it is also a high-level monk, one of the most powerful life-saving methods, and it is only self-exposure.

Even Gui Xuancang and Mage Eluo's complexion changed slightly at this time, and they pulled back unwillingly.

Just when the group of cultivators retreated suddenly, Xuan Mingkun's immobilized figure suddenly shriveled, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes and he glanced at Mage Eruo.

Then there was a slight sound, and his body suddenly turned into powder, and no Nascent Soul flew out of his body, only a golden blue phantom flashed out of it, flying towards the pagoda behind him .

It can be vaguely seen that the phantom is actually an old man wearing a golden robe, and his aura is obviously from the same source as Xuan Mingkun who occupied Zhuge Chaohua's body before.

"court death!"

Seeing the flash of the phantom, Mage Erlo's complexion was extremely gloomy, and without hesitation, he transformed into a huge ball of magic light, and rushed towards the pagoda regardless of the fragments of the golden pen scattered in the void.

Stab la la!

It turned into fragments of obscure light in the void, piercing through its magic light in an instant, and even a few directly penetrated into its body, passing through.

But Mage Eruo just stared at the phantom, with a ferocious and cold light in his eyes, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

"break!"

I saw that phantom rolled up, directly wrapped the top of the pagoda, issued a clearly audible curse seal, and then suddenly jumped into the top of the pagoda.

This scene fell in the eyes of Mage Erluo, and immediately made him burst out with an extremely powerful cold and evil spirit, and his brows were full of unwillingness, as if he knew what would happen in the next moment.

hum!

Just as the phantom entered the top of the pagoda, something seemed to be excited, and a strange wave flowed out of it instantly.

That sound sounded like an agitation, a bell, or a horn, but it carried a sense of quaint vicissitudes, and it seemed to come from the bottom of everyone's heart.

The moment this sound appeared, Mage Erlo's extremely ugly figure suddenly retreated, as if something that even he could not resist was about to happen.

The fluctuation floated away, filling the entire hall in an instant, and I don't know how far it went.

puff!

The one who bears the brunt of the blow is none other than the Mage Eruo who is closest to the pagoda. His retreating figure suddenly pauses in the void, then falls hard to the ground, half kneels on the ground with a bang, and spits out a blood arrow.

As far as their cultivation is concerned, the rest of their cultivations are even more unbearable. Even though they had retreated to the edge of the hall when Xuan Mingkun burst the golden pen, they were still spitting blood from the mouth of this majestic coercion.

Kara!

A teeth-stinging sound suddenly flashed, and several obscure cracks flashed on the top of the hall, then dozens of cracks, and finally formed more than a hundred cracks.

Among the pale and shocked faces of all the cultivators lying down and looking up, the more than a hundred cracks exuding like ink were actually absorbed by a circle of precious light at the top of the pagoda.

I saw the continuous clicking sound, and the more than a hundred cracks rotated slowly, finally forming a black and silver vortex, and the pagoda also floated up slowly, flying into the vortex.

"Do not......"

Seeing that the treasure he had dreamed of was about to leave, Mage Erlo's eyes were bloodshot, full of mad unwillingness and ferocity, and he stretched out one hand, as if to grab the pagoda that was slowly rising into the sky.

But no matter how unwilling he was, he was intimidated by the majestic coercion in the void at this moment, and he couldn't move at all. If he was here, he would never be like this, but at this moment he can only watch things happen.

Rumble!

With the rise of the pagoda, a crack appeared on the ground of the entire hall, and the cracks broke apart to the surrounding area.

Although the main hall is made of unknown materials, under the protection of the invisible prohibition around it, even after going through repeated battles with dozens of cultivators who turned into gods, there was no damage at all.

But at this time, it was only because of the turmoil of the pagoda that it was damaged. It can be seen that this treasure is the real core of this place.

A group of cultivators who transformed themselves into gods looked at the slowly rising pagoda, even though they were extremely greedy in their hearts, they could only be subdued by the majestic coercion, and watched the pagoda leave helplessly.

Even though they want it, they also understand that such treasures are no longer something they can compete for.

"How is it possible... no..."

Inexplicably, just as the pagoda rose to mid-air, a flash of shock and even horror flashed inside it, and finally turned into a panicked murmur.

This sound is vaguely heard, it can be heard that it is Xuan Mingkun's voice.

Although I don't know what happened to make this kind of existence so astonishing and inexplicable, but it is obvious that something unexpected happened inside.

I saw that when the sound floated out, the pagoda that was slowly rising in the void was shocked and stopped moving.

And the space vortex that was pulling it up unexpectedly stagnated for a bit because of this, and in an instant, it showed signs of cracking.

Seeing such a scene, the overwhelmed and immobile Mage Erlo suddenly flashed a blazing light and madness in his crimson eyes.

A majestic aura suddenly erupted from the whole body, and the turbulent surrounding air shook violently. Even though this majestic aura could not be compared with the might of the pagoda, there was a faint sense of counterbalance.

It was precisely because of this sense of resistance that the originally immobile Mage Erluo stood up slowly, staring at the pagoda with both eyes, and spit out a blood arrow from his mouth, which turned into a cloud of blood mist on his chest .

Then his hands danced swiftly, pinching out an incomparably wonderful formula, which was completely submerged in the blood mist on his chest.

After a while of chi chi, it suddenly turned into a rune, and in a flash, it didn't fly towards the pagoda, but went straight into the top of its head.

With the disappearance of the runes, a strange color flashed on the face of Mage Eruo, and with a puff sound, his whole body exploded, turning into a huge blood-colored phantom, and suddenly rushed towards the pagoda.

"Jie Jie, even if you drive this treasure into the void, I will compete with your Tianyuan Palace!"

When it sank into the top of the pagoda, there was a sudden flash of a piercing smile and madness. Obviously, Mage Erlo used an unknown secret technique and wanted to make a last-ditch effort.

Everyone saw that the blood shadow dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye as it approached the pagoda, and finally turned into a phantom as black as ink, and disappeared at the top of the pagoda.

Although they knew that something had happened, all the monks were subdued by the unknown coercion in the void at this time, unable to move at all, and could only resign themselves to their fate.

"Erro, you... how could you..."

Just as the phantom transformed by Mage Eruo entered the pagoda, Xuan Mingkun's voice sounded again,

"Jie Jie, I want to see if your Tianyuan Palace is one foot taller, or this seat's devil is one foot taller!"

Inside it, the piercing and strange laugh of Mage Eruo resounded ironically.

"Haha, Erlo, can't you see that the old man's void spell has failed, haha, you and the old man will suffer from loneliness for countless years!"

Hearing his words, Xuan Mingkun seemed to smile wryly, and replied in a mocking way.

"how can that be?"

Mage Eruo was taken aback, and suddenly a chill gushed out, but it was covered by the buzzing sound from the pagoda: "Even so, I can find the deity, and when the time comes, this treasure will still be my... ...."

Just as the two were arguing with unclear words, the pagoda, which had stopped in mid-air, suddenly shook, emitting a fierce and dazzling golden light.

Immediately, the cheeks of all the cultivators who transformed into gods felt tingling, and their eyes closed involuntarily, but they only felt that the pressure around them was relieved, but it was not enough to make them stand up again.

While all the cultivators were horrified, the pagoda in the void trembled violently and fell to the ground again. Although it was slow, it was true.

When it fell slowly, the weird space vortex above had already collapsed, and Weng Ran turned into a dozen vortexes that were nearly half the size, and slowly spun out.

At the same time, an incomparably majestic suction suddenly flashed out.

Amidst the inexplicable horror of all the cultivators who transformed themselves into gods, they felt their whole body tense up, and instantly their bodies flew up into the sky involuntarily.

Only a few cryptic exclamations were heard, and a group of cultivators who transformed themselves into gods were all submerged in a vortex, and their brilliance disappeared in a flash.

And at the moment when all the cultivators disappeared, no one saw it, a flash of brilliance flashed out from above the pagoda, pulling Wang Mo who was about to sink into the vortex, and suddenly fell to the bottom of the pagoda.

As time passed, the vortex engulfed the cultivators in the sky, and after the pagoda landed with a bang, it slowly closed and disappeared.

As for Wang Mo, he was directly crushed under the five-story golden pagoda that was about ten feet high, and there was no more sound.

Inside the main hall, the originally cracked ground and stone pillars also closed automatically when the pagoda fell to the ground, and when the strange brilliance flashed, it finally turned into smooth as a mirror, and finally remained unchanged as before.