The spell on the ground glowed green. By the time he had finished writing the spells in all directions, everyone was sitting on a web of glowing talismans.

Sima Lingyi took out the centering needle, Huang Jingxuan took it in his hand, pinched the tip of the needle with the thumb and index finger of both hands, and pulled it to both ends, and the centering needle became longer and longer in his hand, growing closer to a foot. Huang Jingxuan bent his hands, bent the centering needle into a circle, and threw it into the air. I saw that the circle became larger and larger in the air, and emitted a bright white light, and after rising into the air, it was suspended and did not move, and the soft and bright white light sprinkled down, like a cylinder covering everyone in it.

Huang Jingxuan jumped into the air with the Wind Splitting Sword in his hand, and slashed at the ground with a flick of the Wind Splitting Sword in his hand! He slashed down with a sword, and a golden rainbow-colored sword light fell from the sky, like a barrier, splitting them into two with the green trees behind them. Zhao Haoyang waited for Huang Jingxuan's sword to be chopped down, then lifted the blue water sword, raised it high, and broke through the ground with a sword. His sword blade sank into the ground, and Han Yiming even felt that the ground trembled, which showed how strong the strength of his sword was! A moment later, a blue light flew away from the ground, stopping in front of the golden rainbow light curtain that Huang Jingxuan had split. After a few moments, both sat down on the ground, closed their eyes and waited.

Han Yiming thought hard about the thousand slashes, day and night, all he thought about in his heart were those six words, and even in his sleep, he was afraid that he saw those six words. It's a pity that no matter how he reads, it doesn't improve, and seeing that the sky is darkening, he can't help but be a little anxious. But it's strange to say, no matter how he pronounces those six words, it will end in failure. Han Yiming couldn't help but feel sorry for his uncle's hard work.

The moon slowly moved overhead, and Han Yiming had already stopped reading the Qianjun slash endlessly, carefully recalling every word Huang Jingxuan said to him that day, in order to find a clue from it. I thought about it for a long time, but I still didn't get anything. In the midst of frustration, the ground trembled slightly.

Han Yiming's heart was shocked, he opened his eyes, and first looked up at the sky, where the moon had just moved overhead. With just this glance, the sky became cloudy, and the stars and the moon disappeared in an instant, except for the green light emitted by the spells of the Pingbo Dao people around everyone, and the two barriers of Huang Jingxuan and Zhao Haoyang behind him emitted light, the scorched black dead silence in front of him did not have the slightest light!

Han Yiming suppressed his breath, and after a moment, he trembled slightly, and after a while, he trembled again. Han Yiming couldn't help but think secretly: "It's coming!" was about to speak, only to hear Huang Jingxuan behind him say: "Here! Everyone be careful!" I saw all the senior brothers and Pingbo Daoren's disciples jumping up, each holding a sword in their hands, facing the endless dark world. Han Yiming was about to jump up with the Ming Yuan Sword in his hand, but suddenly he felt that his body didn't obey the call, let alone jump, he didn't even seem to be able to move, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

A man leaped past him and landed in front of him. Holding the Wind Splitting Sword with a golden rainbow luster, dressed in white, it was Huang Jingxuan. He turned his back to Han Yiming and said, "Let's act according to what we said before!" said as he stretched out his left hand to the back and pointed at Han Yiming. Han Yiming only felt a strong force hit him, and the whole person retreated backwards, and after a while, he had retreated into the blue light that Zhao Haoyang's blue water sword cleaved! Han Yiming was shocked, and wanted to pounce out, but he couldn't move, his body seemed to be frozen, he was completely out of his own hands, and he was anxious, but he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything, he could only do it in a hurry!

The tremor on the ground became more and more distinct, and the Hirado man's peach sword pointed directly at the ground, the green gas on the peach sword floated, and the faint green light between the characters on the ground jumped around like water, reflecting everyone's faces from below. In front of them, apart from the scorched black and dead silence, there was no distinction between heaven and earth. Suddenly, a bright spot emerged from the chaos.

As if a door had been opened, Maha suddenly appeared sideways in front of everyone from the darkness. The first thing he showed was half of a woman's appearance, with a high nose and deep eyes, and her eyes shimmering like emeralds. The corners of his mouth are smiling, and his eyebrows are slightly raised. If it weren't for a moment later, the evil other half also flashed, and it was indeed a woman with all kinds of amorous feelings.

The male appearance of the Chelari Maha has a dark complexion, flashing a pale blue luster, red-eyed and gloomy, and holds a Crickle's sword in his left hand. He appeared in front of everyone out of thin air, and when his beautiful right foot landed on the ground, the ground lit up as if he had stepped on a candle. But his thin left foot landed on the ground, and the ground trembled! Han Yiming clearly saw that the place where he landed was getting darker and darker, and even the dirt was cracking. He landed very lightly, and wherever his right foot went, he was not dusty, and he had the beauty of growing lotus step by step. And everywhere the left foot goes, there are deep and thin footprints, which are shocking!

Han Yiming was quite strange, how could there be such a big difference between his feet? The last time they met, the grass withered and withered everywhere he went, but this time it was so weird. But without thinking about it, Mahari Maha had come to the people. He raised the Crissley scimitar in his hand, and with a slight wave, a thick thunderbolt slammed downward!

The snow-white thunderbolt was accompanied by a loud bang, and although Han Yiming was sitting in the back, the thunder still made him sudden. Seeing that the thunderbolt had slashed above everyone's heads, Han Yiming only felt that the ground trembled violently, and his body couldn't help but feel numb. The spells carefully drawn by the people of Pingbo Dao all shone brightly in a moment, and the green qi of the Dao Dao surged, blocking the lightning three feet above everyone's heads!

Maha looked at the people in front of him with two eyes, and in the blue eyes, the autumn water was shining, and in the red eyes, a fire was blazing. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and a black breath came out of his throat and rushed towards everyone. Han Yiming was horrified to see that in this black aura, the faces of countless men and women flashed!

Some of these faces were very vicious, they all opened their mouths and exhaled, and their voices were high or low, sharp or poignant, and these many voices came together, and first of all, they had an incomparably powerful penetrating power, and they pounced on everyone with great momentum. Han Yiming's mind was dizzy, as if a huge spike had pierced into his mind! His mind was dizzy, followed by a sharp tingling pain, and then he felt that all his blood veins were stretched, but he was firmly tightened by a large net, which made him breathless. The net became tighter and tighter, and his head beat with the "squeeze" of the blood, and he was also loose and in pain!

Han Yiming gritted his teeth and looked out carefully, only to see that the blue water sword in Zhao Haoyang's hand first dimmed, and after a while, it was as bright as autumn waves and as bright as stars. Zhao Haoyang lifted his sword and shook it slightly. Every time he shook it, the blue water sword skyrocketed by one foot, and after shaking it twice, the three-foot Qingfeng had grown by more than five feet!

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