On the top of the mountain behind the Holy Sect, the smoke rose at this moment, and the light was full of light, reaching straight into the sky. In this area, rays of light intertwined with each other, with the figure in the middle as the source, and the aura spread out layer by layer.

And, around here, there are huge stone pillars. On the stone pillars, dense runes are carved. The runes circulate, appearing golden red. The power above this enveloped the entire Holy Sect and became extremely illusory.

From the second that the Heavenly Gangdi Branch Great Array opened, all the aura of the Holy Sect was included in it. The physical fatigue of the disciples seemed to have decreased a little, and they were more energetic than before. I don't know why, but it's a good thing.

It's just that what they don't know is that Muyang needs to make a lot of determination to do this. Extracting the leylines is not an ordinary thing. The leylines are the essence of the earth, and once they are forcibly used in large quantities, the consequences will be serious.

Just like last time, Mu Yang used the wood method to extract the essence of a forest. At that time, his own realm strength had indeed increased a lot, but the withered area would never have any more life, which was absolute death.

The power enhancement is still so serious, not to mention that it is now to refine the filth in the Heaven and Earth Artifact. Mu Yang himself couldn't calculate how much leyline qi he needed. Perhaps, this plane will be completely destroyed because of this incident.

But at this moment, Mu Yang can't take care of it so much, if the young man in Huafu is completely demonized, then it will not be this one plane that will disappear, but the entire era, and the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, so he can only make such a difficult choice.

The sexagenary branches alternate with each other, and the two forces merge with each other. In the warm and powerful aura, Muyang and the young man in Chinese costumes were wrapped. The latter is in the midst of this power, sleeping quietly and without pain.

Mu Yang, who was sitting on the ground, also had dense runes flowing under him. Every time the aura of the Protoss bursts out, the runes will be one point less. It is only after the runes have completely disappeared that the leylines are extracted for purification to be considered successful.

Poof, poof, bang, crack, arc flowing, power bursting. Each time it spreads around, it causes the surrounding space to tremble again and again. This is not a good sign, but Muyang is also powerless to take care of it.

"Holy Lord, I know that you feel guilty, and I know that this matter is not something you can control. So now that I figured it out, I can't blame you. If you want to blame us, in this game with evil, we are too passive, give up. ”

In the purification of the wood essence, although the earth withered rapidly and the vitality disappeared quickly, fortunately, the young man in Chinese clothes gradually came to his senses and opened his mouth to stop Muyang. Scene after scene is emerging, and he is also very uncomfortable.

"No! we've come to this point, and we can't just give up. Even if this world is really in danger, as long as you are here, it will not be too late. Don't give up, you will succeed, I am the master of all races. ”

Muyang insisted, but the depletion of the earth was too serious. Within a radius of 100 miles, there is almost no grass. It's not too long, and once it reaches seven hundred and forty-nine days, maybe this plane will really be over.

"Holy Lord, don't go any further, you listen to me, it's not a joke. Although I was very headstrong before, I am very conscious now. Don't continue. Continuing will only lead to irreparable consequences. ”

In the mood of the young man in Chinese costumes, he was unwilling to cooperate. But Mu Yang was persistent, and even forcibly infused the ley line qi into the body of the young man in Huafu to continue the process of purification. But all the pressure was transferred to him alone.

At the same time, within the Holy Sect. Right in the heart of the front yard square. Many disciples could clearly see that the pillar of light on the top of the mountain had become illusory and abnormal from the condensation at the beginning to the current dispersion little by little.

Even the enchantment around the Holy Sect was affected by the Great Earthquake, becoming good and bad, and sometimes even without moving at all, the enchantment would disappear completely. What starts out as a moment will then disappear for half an hour.

"It's not a way to go on like this, it's too weird. The spirit of the earth is rapidly disappearing. If there is any collateral influence because of the Holy Lord, then our entire Holy Sect will not be able to bear it. ”

Many disciples were anxious, but there was nothing they could do. I could only wait quietly for the final result, but at this moment, another trouble came to my door. It is just a very critical time.

"Acting Elder, outside the sect, Ye Wuwei, who claims to be the great disciple of the Dan Divine Palace, has already been here for the third time. If we continue to do this, we will definitely not be able to hide it, and what will we do when the time comes?"

The strength of the Holy Sect is obvious to all the people in the rivers and lakes, and to all cultivators. Therefore, most of the small sects are thinking of coming to show goodwill, and even rely on the power of the Holy Sect. It's just that Muyang has always refused euphemistically before.

He Muyang is just a passer-by of this face, and the Holy Sect will not be here for long, so if he wants to develop, he still has to rely on the person above this face. If you have always relied on his strength, you will never be able to truly grow.

But this time, Ye Wuwei was very sure that the Holy Sect would accept his overtures from the Dan Divine Palace. Because he didn't pay tribute with any elixir or heaven and earth treasure like those vulgar people, but did a practical thing.

In a small town under the Holy Sect Mountain, Ye Wuwei led a team of people and a few fanatics from the Ten Thousand Daomen Gate, and had been patiently waiting for the Holy Sect's reply, but many days had passed, and there was still no movement.

"Senior brother, what do you say is the matter with this Holy Sect? Why do they keep avoiding it? Didn't they hear clearly what we brought? Or did they not want to accept us at all? ”

Ye Wuwei kept calm, because he understood that the Holy Sect was not a small sect, and it must have its own rules. However, after a long time, his patience was about to be squandered, and he couldn't help frowning.

Although the Holy Sect is the number one sect, such an attitude is really unacceptable, right? Even if it is unacceptable, at least we must meet and give an explanation. They have lowered their profile like this, isn't it sincere enough?

"Huh...... Ha ha...... Don't think that if you have done something for the Holy Sect and swept away all the chaos that we have, they will accept your overtures, and now they will reject them as well?"

The trapped people of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate immediately sneered when they saw Ye Wuwei's cold face. The pride of the latter, it was already very good to be able to do this, but he didn't expect to be rejected by the Holy Sect, and he was indeed very depressed.

A hole appeared in the shoulder of the Wandaomen man, and a stream of blood shot out in a straight line. The pain distorted his face. But the more this happens, the more it proves that Ye Wuwei has lost patience, and there is a good show to watch now.

(End of chapter)