Chronicles of Celestial Origins

The trident burst out with light and stabbed towards him.

With a roar, the trident hit the golden bell. The golden bell's light suddenly decreased and it was on the verge of collapse.

This bell was previously attacked by the black chain and the ghost gate light beam, and its spiritual power was greatly reduced. Now it was hit hard by the trident, and it was immediately unable to hold up.

Tangning was afraid that it would break and lose a high-grade spiritual weapon in vain. She turned her hand over and took out a golden staff, which rose sharply in the wind and faced the trident.

The two collided, golden and black light intertwined, and the golden light staff trembled slightly.

With a move of his hand, the golden bell suddenly shrank to the size of one foot and was put into his storage bag.

In mid-air, the golden light staff and the trident had not been locked in a stalemate for a long time. The light was greatly reduced and the shaking became more severe.

At that time, everyone in the battle group found their opponents, and those monks who were later in the middle and early stages of foundation building also joined the battle group. The field was in chaos, with lights of all colors, magical powers and spells all displayed, rumblings were deafening, and gold and stone were intertwined. The sound of blows continued.

Suddenly, a ray of silver light shot out, it was a small silver needle, but it was another Demon Sect monk in the battle group who saw that Tang Ning seemed to be helpless and unprepared, so he suddenly used a hidden hand.

Tang Ning pulled out a golden sword and struck it directly at the silver light. The silver needle trembled slightly as the two collided. He glanced sideways and saw a fair-faced man wearing the costume of Youmei Sect, thirty feet away to the left. He was in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and it was he who caused the Silver Needle to attack.

Seeing that the attack failed, the man moved his hand and the silver needle shot back.

Tangning snorted coldly, a faint light flashed between her brows, and an invisible light shot out.

The man saw a flash of brilliance between his eyebrows and felt wary. He flipped his hand and saw a white jade bottle rising up in the wind and protecting it in front of him.

Tang Ning's divine consciousness turned into a sword and struck the white jade bottle. The white jade bottle's light was greatly reduced and it shook violently.

The man felt the huge power of spiritual consciousness coming, and was frightened. The white jade bottle shook more and more violently, and was already on the verge of collapse.

The light between Tang Ning's brows shone brighter and she held her breath while concentrating, her sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly, and some sweat stains had formed on her forehead.

At this moment, a big black ax struck down in the air, but it was a disciple of the Qingyang Sect who freed his hand. Seeing the two of them fighting, he took the opportunity to take action.

The white jade bottle was already on the verge of falling, but it shattered immediately after receiving a blow from the axe.

The invisible brilliance transformed from Tangning's consciousness directly passed through his spiritual shield, entered his Niwan Palace's sea of ​​consciousness, and hit the green ball of light. In an instant, it was scattered into pieces.

The man from the Youmei Sect immediately became stunned and motionless. Tang Ning closed her eyes and her consciousness shot back, returning to her Niwan Palace.

The black ax slashed straight down in mid-air, and the spiritual power of the Youmei Sect man was immediately scattered. The ax struck three times in a row, breaking his spiritual shield, and his whole body was split in half by the axe.

The Qingyang Sect disciple moved his hand and took the storage bag into his hand.

Tangning did not compete with him for the credit and allowed him to take away the storage bag from the man from the Youmei Sect. His consciousness was slightly depleted in the fight against the white jade bottle, so his face was a little pale.

At this time, the golden light staff that was resisting the trident could no longer hold up, and only a faint glow remained. Under the attack of the trident, the golden light staff continued to rotate in mid-air like a top, and fell straight down.

The trident pierced straight towards him. Tang Ning used the golden sword to protect herself, and then escaped behind with a flash of light.

The Crescent Gate man saw that his face was pale and there were sweat stains on his forehead, but he refused to let him go.

Tang Ning did not gather around other people, but headed towards the right rear where no one was. The two chased and escaped for hundreds of feet. The trident struck down frequently in the air, and the golden sword's light was greatly reduced. It shook violently and was on the verge of collapse. .

Tangning saw that there was no one around, and he was already several miles away from the main battlefield. He stopped and patted the spirit beast bag. In a flash of white light, the body of the little white snake swelled up in the storm. Without him having to say anything, its figure flashed and greeted the storm. To the Trident.

The reason why he wanted to lead the man here was because, firstly, there were so many people on the main battlefield that it was difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy. If a little white snake was sent out, he might not be able to distinguish between friends and foes and accidentally injure one of his own.

Strictly speaking, the little white snake could not be regarded as his own spiritual beast. It had its own thoughts and judgments, and Tang Ning could not control it. If it really hurt one of her own, it would be difficult to explain.

Both of them are also afraid of encountering enemy siege, so they are led to this uninhabited land.

The little white snake was fighting with the trident in an instant. The two struck each other, making a loud sound of gold and stone.

The trident turned into a size of forty or fifty feet, and slashed hard at the little white snake. Sparks flew out, and with the harsh sound of metal friction, the little white snake's scales twisted slightly. It flicked its tail, and its body collided head-on. The trident shook.

On this side, Tangning was not idle either. She controlled the golden sword and slashed straight at the Crescent Gate man. The man was horrified when he saw that the little white snake's body was so tough that even the best spiritual weapons could not damage it.

Since the opponent had such a powerful spiritual beast, yet he fled without fighting. He was obviously pretending to be defeated to lure him here.

The man knew that he had been tricked, and had no intention of fighting at the moment. With a move of his hand, the trident shot back, protecting his body, and fled backwards with a flash of light.

The little white snake was like a bone-regenerating maggot, following closely behind the trident. It spat out a cloud of gray mist from its mouth and enveloped the man's figure.

Tang Ning would never let him escape like this. The golden sword struck down in the air frequently. A faint light flashed between his eyebrows, and his consciousness turned into invisible light and shot away.

The little white snake's gray mist enveloped the man's figure, and his body frequently hit the trident.

The golden sword slashed down repeatedly, and Tang Ning's divine consciousness turned into a sword and stabbed directly into his body, hitting the trident.

The man was wrapped in gray mist, the surroundings were dark, he could not see his fingers, and his consciousness could not detect any foreign objects, as if he was in another world.

He was horrified, and heard a loud rumbling sound. The light of the trident became weaker and weaker, and it was on the verge of collapse. The spiritual power in his body surged crazily, and was continuously fed into the trident, and he flew forward desperately.

Less than two hundred feet away, there was a small clicking sound, and the trident developed slight cracks. Then the cracks became larger, and the trident was shattered inch by inch.

The little white snake opened its mouth again and inhaled, billowing gray mist surged into its belly, and a set of Crescent Gate clothing and a storage bag fell out.

Tang Ning closed his eyes slightly, and the brilliance transformed by his consciousness returned to his sea of ​​consciousness. He waved his hand and took the storage bag into his hand.

The little white snake came to his side, wagging its head and tail as if asking for credit. Tang Ning stroked its head and pointed at the spirit beast bag. The little white snake understood, suddenly shrank in size, and took the initiative to get into it.

Tang Ning stood up and looked from a high altitude. On the main battlefield, the Demon Sect disciples were defeated. They had fled one after another and headed towards the Xushu Mountain camp. Only a few Demon Sect disciples who were entangled and unable to escape were left. Xuanmen people surrounded and suppressed him.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Demon Sect was defeated. It was too fast!

Tang Ning was confused. The last two battles between Xuanmen and Demon Sect had come and gone, with victories and defeats. Why did they lose so quickly this time? Is your combat effectiveness not as good as before? Could it be that their elite disciples suffered heavy losses in the previous two wars, and their combat effectiveness dropped sharply?

He flashed and headed towards the main battle group. When he arrived, the remaining Demon Sect disciples had been killed.

"After completing the task of eradicating evil, we must not give the Demon Sect a chance to breathe." Qin Tianjiao said.

Zhuang Xingan nodded and said: The Demon Sect was defeated and completely defeated. This is the time to make a mission. "

He Ziyang said: "Everyone, let's break through his camp together and kill the Demon Sect disciples."

These three people are the most well-known figures among the disciples of the three sects of Xuanmen, and their strength is arrogant among the others. Zhuang Xingqian is the disciple of Wei Xuande, the head of the Qianyi Sect, He Ziyang is the disciple of Wang Xuquan, the head of the Qingyang Sect, and Qin Tianjiao is not the head of the Shuiyun Sect. Although he is a disciple of the Qingjiao royal family, no one in Xingang knows about him.

At this time when the group of dragons is leaderless, the words of these three people are enough to represent the people of their respective sects, and each word of the three people makes a decision.

Everyone took advantage of the victory and advanced forward. After a short while, they arrived in front of the large array of light curtains. Involuntarily, many spiritual weapons suddenly hit the light curtain.

The large formation was attacked by the light curtain, and it condensed into dozens of dozen-sized runes, blooming with dazzling light.

Everyone's spiritual weapons hit the runes. Not only did they fail to break the runes, some of the lower-grade spiritual weapons were thrown backwards by the force of the counterattack.

After several rounds of attacks, the rune remained motionless and solid as a mountain. On the contrary, everyone's spiritual weapons were greatly reduced in light and swayed slightly due to the force of the counter-shock.

Everyone stopped attacking one after another and looked at each other for a moment, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. At this time, Xuanmen's Qi Refining disciples also arrived, standing behind everyone with their magic weapons.

"This formation is at least a third-level magic formation. It cannot be broken by us. We can only break this formation by waiting for the Jindan monks to come here." He Ziyang said.

Zhuang Xinqian said: "Since we can't break this formation, and everyone returns to their camp and waits for the leader's order, what do you think?"

Qin Tianjiao and He Ziyang both nodded and said hello, and everyone jumped into the air and returned to the camp.

Tang Ning and others returned to the front of the formation. Zhuang Xingan waved his hand and the talisman disappeared into the light curtain.

When everyone attacked the Demon Sect, Wei Xuande left the head Zhili Bao Quan and a few disciples to stay in the camp, lest they would have nowhere to return and be scattered in case of defeat.

Not long after, the light curtain melted to create a gap, and everyone filed in, arriving in front of the stone hall.

Zhuang Xinqian said: "Brothers, let's wait here for your uncles to return before we make any plans."

Naturally, everyone had no objections and waited here. After about a stick of incense, the Qi Refining disciples also returned to their camp and came to the stone hall.

Zhuang Xinqian said: "Disciples from each department will go back to their respective residences to rest. Then all the disciples will return to their residences one after another."

Everyone waited in front of the hall for about half an hour when they saw several escaping lights coming, revealing the figures of Wei Xuande, Shi Mingsui, Luo Qingshui, and Tong Quan'an.

Wei Xuande and Luo Qingshui looked the same.

Shi Mingsui's face was a little pale. There was a wound the size of a thumb between Tong Quan'an's chest and abdomen, and his sleeves were full of blood.