Ling Xuanluo was led by the Baiyun Immortal Weng to a huge immortal tree, and the immortal Weng and the extradition of the white dragon turned into auspicious clouds and dispersed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The magical tree in front of him didn't need to guess to know that it was from the spiritual power of the twelve immortals. After they used their spiritual power to forge the gate guarding the immortal clan, they grew into a tree and took root in this red soil forever, symbolizing the prosperity of the immortal clan for generations and evergreen.

Standing under the tree, Ling Xuanluo was enlightened, took a few steps back, knelt down and bowed to the ancestor three more times and bowed nine times, and then jumped over the top of the tree, from where he took down a golden scroll.

The candidate for the new immortal head was written in the scroll, and he was not in a hurry to open it for reference, but carefully put it in his sleeve and placed it with the seal letter.

This is an unexpected harvest at this moment in the decisive battle of the clouds, although he was pleasantly surprised, but he did not forget his other mission - to collect the twelve immortal spiritual power for Xi Mu Mingzhu and completely cleanse it of evil qi.

When the crystal beads like water droplets were held in the palm of his hand, he didn't need to add any more words, and the twelve immortals seemed to have sensed it, only to see the same crystal clear breath, slowly floating out of the green leaves, touching the pearl light, the two merged with each other, and were no longer separate......

After putting away the scroll and the pearl, and falling back to the red clay ground, he felt the ground tremble, trembling so much that he lost his center of gravity and plunged forward.

When he stood firm, he had already stood outside the Yunxiao Gate, and Jiang Nanjun was only ten steps away from him. The jade gate, which was leaning on the sky, turned back into a dilapidated dark iron door, closed tightly as if nothing had happened.

"Xuanluo, you're back." Jiang Nanjun smiled and walked up to him.

"Brother, I ...... just now" He didn't know what the situation was outside the door when he walked into the One Hundred and Eight Paths, so he had to ask Jiang Nanjun tentatively.

Although Jiang Nanjun did not go in with him, the depth of his eyes showed that he had insight into everything. But he didn't ask, and he didn't say anything, he only patted Ling Xuanluo on the shoulder and said: "You re-closed the gate of Yunxiao for the immortal clan through the Zen Divine Skill of Pointing to the Heavens, which means that after the decisive battle of Yunxiao, the immortal clan and even the Six Realms have passed the catastrophe safely." Xuanluo, the war is over. ”

A few words were said lightly, but it implied that in the eyes of onlookers, Ling Xuanluo knelt in front of the gate of the clouds and did not get up. The sentence "You are back" is just for the primordial gods who drifted away with the twelve immortals.

Ling Xuanluo didn't care to ask, recalling the words "the war is over", and denied it gloomily: "No, brother, as long as the Void Cold Valley is still there, and the comrades-in-arms there are still fighting, the war will not end, and Xuanluo's responsibility is still heavy." ”

The two rode back to the battlefield below, passed through the layers of crowds, stood on the edge of the battlefield, and looked in the direction of Fuyu Island.

At this time, the glimmer of dawn was piercing through the clouds in the sky. A ray of crimson morning glow, as if it had been smeared with a paintbrush, bloomed in the east.

But the natural light that runs through the heaven and the earth was instantly shattered by a strange light, where the sea and the sky meet, the red sun should be rising, but suddenly there are fierce waves, as if from the bottom of the South China Sea, and then the distant sky turns into the bottom of the sea, and the beautiful scenery of the sunrise in the South China Sea becomes a strange fire hell in the blink of an eye.

This is the reason why the soldiers of the Condor Alliance exclaimed just now, because the twelve immortals appeared, and the spiritual power interfered with the magnetic field, so that the time up and down the cloud gate was slightly staggered, and when they came down, they were stuck in the South China Sea at the moment of abnormal changes.

People crowded around the center of the sea, pointing at the rough spray. Ling Xuanluo grabbed Jiang Nanjun and hurriedly said: "It's not good, it's the iron dragon!" The iron dragon turned over in the sea, apparently trying to absorb the fire of the beast spirit in the sea of fire! ”

He rushed to the gate of the sky to extinguish the fire bell, and led the light and shadow soldiers to fight on the surface of the sea, stopping the demon soldiers from shooting rockets with fire crossbows. He had seen the magnificence of the sea when the sea of fire raged out, and he knew how powerful it was. But what he didn't expect was that the ferocity of the iron dragon could resist the sea water that was so awe-inspiring to all spirits.

The flames in the sea formed into fireballs, rolling densely, and under the churning of the iron dragon, the hot gas rushed towards the gate of the sky in reverse. The flames were so fierce that even if people were far away from the sea, they could not bear it, and they retreated to avoid their skin being torn by the heat.