Hearing this, Mo Kongjing silently recited the magic method in his heart, and the mental method drove the spiritual power in his body to rotate for several days before his physical condition stabilized. Fang Cai's top-heavy, negative state of qi and blood shock finally dissipated.

When they found out that most of the disciples of the Heavenly Gate Sword Sect and the disciples of the Mohe Spirit Palace were already rolling on the ground in pain, the faces of the three of them were very ugly.

Yu Ling is also their companion no matter how you say it, and they absolutely believe in Yu Ling's character. Even if there is some concealment in the matter of the disaster in Xishi Haiyuan, it is also excusable for a reason.

But this time, it was a bit too much to take out the artifact and play it to attack the innocent monk!

Just when Mo Kongjing was secretly thinking about how to make Yu Ling stop, the two leading disciples of the Tianmen Sword Sect actually sacrificed the long sword together, and just when she thought that the two were going to attack Yu Ling, the two long swords grabbed a few sword flowers in the air and flew straight towards them.

Two long swords hovered above the heads of the disciples of the Heavenly Gate Sword Sect, and in a short time, a layer of enchantment visible to the naked eye protected all the disciples of the Heavenly Gate Sword Sect.

The situation of the disciples of the Heavenly Gate Sword Sect in the enchantment also gradually improved, and those disciples who were rolling on the ground without any image just now also blushed and immediately got up to meditate and regulate their qi.

The situation on the side of the disciples of the Mohe Spirit Palace is not optimistic, except for Zheng Xun'an and Ning Keqin, who can still support one or two, the rest of the disciples are all struggling and squirming on the ground in pain. Seeing that this situation is even worse than that of the disciples of the Heavenly Gate Sword Sect, I don't know how many times.

"Oops, Mohe Spirit Palace is full of Fa cultivation disciples, and of course their physique alone is far inferior to the disciples of the Tianmen Sword Sect. Now this situation is too late to set up the formation, and the Qimen Dunjia they are familiar with can't play a useful role, how can this be good? Mo Kongjing was a little anxious, she couldn't wait to rush out directly from here at the moment and slap Yu Ling awake.

But vaguely, she could understand something, the current Yuling was not the Yuling they knew.

At least the Yuling they knew wouldn't be so indifferent.

He played the flute in his hand with a blank face, even if no one could hear the music he played. The cold look, like the sword's eyebrows, all showed his indifference.

Even when he saw so many people suffering from the sound of his flute, he had no intention of stopping.

Mo Kongjing's question was not answered, and no one could answer it, Mu Yanran focused all her attention on Linglong Zhu at the moment.

God knows that this layer of formless and textureless flute sound has such mellow lethality! Although the Linglong Bead is a spiritual weapon, it is still the best of the defensive spiritual weapons, but in the final analysis, it is just a spiritual weapon. In the face of the coercion from the artifact, the Linglong Pearls are in danger, and there are even traces of imminent shattering!

While being shocked, Mu Yanran finally remembered that she still had an immortal weapon, looked down at the Zishuo Bell on her waist, and gritted her teeth, she also sacrificed this immortal weapon and covered it on the Linglong bead!

With the support of the immortal weapon Zishuo Ling's continuous aura, the Linglong Bead suddenly became larger again, and the azure water beads were covered with a layer of light purple aura. The two brightly colored lights flickered alternately, and in the face of the coercion of the artifact, the combination of an immortal weapon and a spiritual artifact was completely resisted!

It's just that Mo Kongjing knew in his heart that Yan Ran had done her best to protect the three of them at this moment, and she had no other strength to take care of others.

"I won't be able to sustain it for long if it goes on like this, Ah Jing, you can quickly think of a way." Gritting her teeth, she saw that the blue light on the Linglong Bead was even worse, and when the sound wave formed by the flute hit the Linglong Bead, Mu Yanran could clearly feel that the entire Linglong Bead trembled. If it goes on like this, even if there are immortal weapons that barely fight against it, it won't last long.

Gritting his teeth, Mo Kongjing's expression suddenly became hideous, "Who knows what kind of madness Yu Ling suddenly has!" Of course, she knew that if this continued, not a single person would survive here. The authority of the artifact cannot be challenged!

"There's no way, Yanran, can you find a way to get close to Yuling? I'll take care of the rest. Hengshan took out a long knife out of nowhere, raised it and looked at the back of the knife, Mo Kongjing and Mu Yanran suddenly had a plan in their hearts.

After hesitating for a moment, Mu Yanran gritted her teeth and nodded fiercely, "I'll try, even if the Linglong Bead can't support it, the Immortal Weapon Zishuo Bell can barely support one or two." I only hate that my cultivation is not good, and I can only exert five points of its power. ”

The sky shook again, and Mu Yanran, who was unstable, was shaken by the shock's qi and blood, and even shook a few times with the Linglong beads.

Hurriedly reciting the magic trick to stabilize the Linglong Bead, Mu Yanran's expression stiffened for a moment, and the speed at which the Linglong Bead extracted the spiritual power in her body was so fast!

The two leading disciples of the Heavenly Gate Sword Sect were also struggling to support themselves, and most of the disciples who were rolling and squirming on the ground in the Mohe Spirit Palace were actually pale and bleeding from seven holes!

"Senior sister, don't care about us anymore, you go quickly!" Zheng Xun'an, who was struggling to support his spiritual power, suddenly turned his head righteously and raised his eyebrows at Ning Keqin, who was safe and sound.

"I'm leaving, what are you going to do?" As if unexpectedly, he raised his eyebrows, and rather glanced sideways at the disciples of the Mohe Spirit Palace who were rolling on the ground. Her expression was still cold, and her eyes were still emotionless when she looked at others.

"What can we big men do, isn't it just a broken flute, watch me go up and smash it!" Pulling the corners of his mouth far-fetched, Zheng Xun'an wanted to pull out a big grin, but the lethality of the flute was too strong. The spiritual power in the body runs a little slower, and the body is painful to the bone.

Ning Xiang, whose face was calm, did not move at all, and his dark eyes as cold as frost showed his expression for the first time in his life.

Only feelings and life cannot be disappointed.

In this way, she slowly raised her hand, and a pair of white and flawless hands rose slightly, and countless silver threads were suddenly given life.

At this moment, everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked up at the sky as if they had some premonition.

The girl in black raised her plain hands, and countless silver threads sprouted from her bony hands.

The silver filaments shimmered in the air with a fierce cold light, and the small black dot that appeared in the sky grew larger and larger. There was a loud bang, and the black dots that suddenly grew larger smashed the huge altar into a huge pit.

When everyone gasped and was shocked, only the figure in battle armor and holding a flute in the center of the altar still did not move at all and played the flute of the sea god under his hand.

The corners of her mouth hooked up three points, and the girl in black would rather have her hands flying in the air at great speed, she would give them life!

The pitch-black robe rattled in mid-air with a strong wind, and the girl sat firmly on the puppet's shoulder. The behemoth's hollow eyes suddenly appeared two dark flames that flickered and jumped.

Taking a deep breath, Hengshan, who had been unable to get out of the shock for a long time, said slowly and solemnly, "As soon as the Yanshi comes out, who will compete?!" ”

Mo Kongjing's pupils shrank sharply, her fists clenched tightly, and her strength was so strong that her palms were pierced by her nails and bleeding, but she didn't know it.

(To be continued.) )