459 Perish

"No!"

An earth-shattering roar erupted, and the entire mountain range where the Qingling Sect was located shook in unison at this time, under the wrapping of the snow-white mist, although it was full of immortal aura, but it revealed an unimaginable bloody aura, mixed with an incomparably gloomy dead aura, and completely dispersed with the increasingly dense coldness.

Needless to say, the emerald green on the dead tree was completely distinguishable from its previous appearance, and the magic spell that was cast was also rapidly bombarded towards the slightly holy snow white at this time.

The bright light continued, and the light of the formation in the Qingling Sect was also continuous, but all the disciples of the Qingling Sect felt the madness from the top of the mountain at this time, and they could even feel the emerald green aura that was about to move in their bodies, as if they were about to follow that roar and pour out.

But all of this is very powerless under the dragon king's supernatural powers......

The original vitality was ruthlessly torn apart at this time, all the emerald green plants broke one after another, countless clods of earth flew one after another, raised high and disappeared in the white mist, and the thick roots buried under the mud were cut off in an instant, and with the constantly wandering "dark eyes", they were torn apart, and even those fragments were not completely separated, and then they were swallowed into the darkness and crushed into flying ashes.

Everything was reduced to nothingness in the white mist, completely swallowed up by the void, and there was no light left......

The roar echoed, and the collision with the wood divine power continued, but those pitch-black cracks were not stopped by anyone, even if they could temporarily stop the spread of the mist, but those "pitch-black pupils" appeared in unexpected locations as suddenly as ghosts, and the "Sen Sen Big Mouth" seemed to be able to completely engulf the Qingling Sect in the blink of an eye.

The disciples who surrounded the top of the mountain were all immersed in horror at this moment, and in the face of the indescribable means of reaching the sky, their hearts were full of turbulent waves and rolling, and they couldn't move.

The strength of the power of space is also evident at this moment!

Even if it is a existence like wood, it is difficult to have any means of resistance at this time, in the face of the snow-white mist that continues to spread,

When Mu was dealing with such a crisis, he naturally recognized the spatial aura that erupted from the Dragon King's phantom, and he also focused on urging the formation of the power of isolation space that had been carved in the Qingling Sect at the first time.

But at this moment, I don't know if it's because of the oppression of the Dragon King's phantom, or because this attack is really too violent, the original natural enemies have lost their due role at this time, and those formations that could have strengthened the power of space and blocked the space have completely failed, completely eroded by this snow-white mist, completely cut by those emotionless "eyes", and suddenly collapsed!

And above these white mists, the figure of the dragon king stood quietly like this, the six wings behind him completely blocked the light of the sun, and only silver light appeared under the darkness, showing the power of domination.

"How is it possible? Can you really make a move? Isn't this just a phantus? There is still a little soul left in the world?" In a prosaic place in the Western Regions, on the grassland of the Pingchuan River, the figure of Chuan Enhao suddenly appeared, his eyes were uncertain, although there was no fluctuation of aura on his body, but the clenched fist completely exposed his fighting intent at the moment, after all, if it was really the remnant soul of the Dragon King, then the remaining residual blood in Nangong Hao's soul would not matter, and the quality of his transcendent medicine would undoubtedly be able to go to a higher level, and the success rate would definitely be a qualitative leap.

"You think too much, how can it be that the remnant soul is manifested, don't forget what else we have in our hands now......" Fang Qianling snorted coldly, also clenched his teeth, and looked at the location of the Qingling Sect from afar, his eyes suddenly became gloomy, and the silk threads that were constantly wound around his fingertips were also slightly tightened at this time.

At this time, in the face of the predicament of the Qingling Sect, his heart was already burning with anger, and the original calm was completely turbulent by the layers of snow-white mist, after all, just as Nangong Hao thought, although he didn't have much feeling for the Qingling Sect when he cultivated the ruthless way, the existence of the wood was really too crucial!

His shortcut must be done by Mu himself, and it is precisely because of this that Mu cannot make any mistakes......

"That's right...... If you really need Nangong Hao, then you can only think of a compromise solution. The key is that this place must not be exposed, and the rest is up to you. Chuan Enhao smiled lightly, in this situation, he also chose to watch coldly, only thinking about preparing the bloodline of the Feng clan in good condition, preparing for the final step of alchemy, everything else is not important, so he walked slowly towards the nothingness behind him, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

For the current situation, Chuan Enhao didn't have any feelings, after all, it didn't matter whether the Dragon King Phantom was controlled by Nangong Hao or not, what he needed now could already be regarded as something in his bag, he only needed to wait until the Dragon King Phantom dissipated, those bloodlines that had already been refined from Nangong Hao's remnant soul could not infringe on Fang Qianling's interests, he could easily get it, and the result was already considered both, as for what happened to Qingling Sect, these were none of his business.

"Just a confused soul can set off such a storm, I really underestimate your ability to toss...... But it doesn't matter, you want to kill me, it's just wishful thinking!"

Saying this, the trace of anger in Fang Qianling's heart completely calmed down at this time, and even the expression on his face turned solemn in an instant, the cold aura burst out from the inside out, and the small emerald green rattan on his fingertips suddenly formed a strange seal, and between his sneers, he also turned his head to look at the place where Chuan Enhao's figure disappeared......

At the same time, Yang Yunxi, who was still insisting on resisting the surrounding Qilin flames, actually changed, his body stiffened, and the trace of struggle in his eyes suddenly turned into a hollow, and the clear spring with flames rising around him suddenly spread a lot of dark green.

At this strange surge, Yang Yunxi's hand suddenly raised, and the spiked dagger that he held in his hand was the spiked dagger that had changed before, and with the trembling of his body, he suddenly stabbed towards Nangong Hao's eyebrows without any hesitation, and stabbed hard towards the spike that had already penetrated his skull.

"Hiss!" A piercing roar erupted, and when the dagger was about to touch the spiked vine, a bright red light suddenly appeared, as bright red as blood, and eight sharp spikes suddenly appeared in front of Yang Yunxi, exuding monstrous blood, spreading with the intent of destruction......