Liu Jinyi stood in the void, his clothes fluttering, his hands behind his back, silently watching the place where the black slaughter turned.

The Yin-Yang Sect, which had lost the protection of the Great Array, revealed its true face in the light: the houses with round spires looked like a large field of huge gray-white wild mushrooms of different sizes and heights growing on the black swamp; if you looked down from a higher place, it looked very much like a pot of freshly steamed steamed buns, emitting countless wisps of gray smoke... It was the monks of the Yin-Yang Sect who were rising. Long Lin was a little surprised, under such a powerful bombardment and vibration, most of these "steamed buns" were still intact.

An extremely powerful divine sense cut off the boundless moonlight, and rushed to the door of Long Lin and Liu Jinyi, Long Lin suddenly felt that the sea was in severe pain, as if the headache and malignant disease had attacked fiercely again, and he couldn't control himself and retreated sharply, at that moment, he noticed that Liu Jinyi was wearing an ordinary white cloth robe, and he was barefoot... For she suddenly rose and floated in front of his head.

Her feet are like a pair of ingenious jade carvings, delicate and shiny, very cute. Her temperament when she wears regular clothes gives people a feeling that she is many times more majestic than when she wears palace clothes and court clothes.

An angry roar rumbled: "Liu Jinyi! You crazy old woman! Don't you just want to..."

Liu Jinyi didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he reached out and grabbed it again without saying a word, the void where the voice came from shrummed in pain, and the shattered moonlight starlight pounced on the black figure who was roaring, and the sound was like thousands of people tearing the cloth at the same time.

Two figures, one black and one white, suddenly rose and disappeared without a trace.

It's night, the mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder and earthquakes, the summer rain and snow... Wonders and phenomena that mortals can imagine or can't imagine have all happened in the Infinity Mountains.

Long Lin released almost everyone in the small world, except for He Luo, Li Duoshou, Zi Xiu, and the pair of young twin sisters, Mo Jiangzhu and Mo Lujue.

Yi Xinliu commanded hundreds of thousands of ant-demons above the middle level to rush to the ground and besiege those outer disciples who were not yet able to take off to fight.

Cao Hengli arranged a small array for stealth protection, guarding Kunlun Nu and others who were shooting arrows at the Yin Yang Sect in the array. The shafts of these feather arrows were emberless wood, and the arrowheads contained a small amount of fire crystals, which burned endlessly, and were extremely difficult to extinguish;

This kind of flame, ordinary fire fighting techniques are useless, and some monks who escaped from the fire with the help of magic weapons were immediately besieged and killed by Yi Xinliu's ant soldiers. The wolf cries and the ghost howls, and it is like a mess.

Long Bao was outside the protective array, with a wave of the purple whip, the whip flashed and thundered, and the Karakala split three magic weapons that hid the Yuanying monk flying out of the sea of fire with two sounds, and the purple arc net on the whip covered the pair of pale black Yuanying who had no time to escape, and was squeaked and screamed by the arc... The purple whip really showed its might, and Long Bao laughed with satisfaction.

Long Bao threw the captured Yuan Ying to Cui Rutie and asked him to put it in a special "trapped Yuan Box" to prevent him from escaping.

"These Demon Cultivators' Yuan Babies are actually black!" Cui Rutie exclaimed.

"Damn!" Cao Hengli remembered his tragic experience of being tormented by demons in the mine cave of Fulong Valley in every way, and even the Yuan Infant began to wither and blacken, but it was a pity that he had to be a formation master and protect Kunlun Nu and other companions who were not in a high realm, otherwise he really wanted to rush down with Yi Xinliu to kill the ten directions, and wash away the shame of the year!

The cultivation level of the Fengqi Continent seems to have been boosted by the Demon God Dark Cloud Covering Miao: except for the high-level monks, there are indeed some, but the others, such as spirit runes, refining weapons, formations, etc., are relatively weak, and they have not been able to develop simultaneously. Therefore, Cao Hengli's temporary formation almost blocked most of the opponent's first-round attacks.

After a short period of confusion, the Yin-Yang Sect's offensive gradually intensified, and many flickering electric lights turned around and rushed towards the Dragon Treasure outside the formation.

Flying sword light as dense as a rainstorm.

Long Bao's purple whip struck the flying swords smartly, accurately, and ferociously, just like the tail of a giant bull slapping the dense mosquitoes and flies, snapping... Syllable... Syllable... Syllable...

The sound of the flying sword shattering became more and more dense, as if countless people kept dropping the crystal glass cup in their hands. The power grid woven by the sword light and sword intent was constantly broken by the dragon treasure, and it continued to condense and combine, emitting a terrifying buzzing sound.

It's too much!, Kunlun Nu thought almost in despair. His Demon Slaying Knife couldn't cut through the monks who controlled the flying swords, and the arrows from his Luoxia Bow couldn't penetrate the layers of sword nets... There have been several times when several magic weapons have collided like meteors, and the formation that has been violently impacted is like a paper house floating on the sea and encountering a hurricane, which has been pulled and twisted by various chaotic air currents, and almost collapsed and torn... Every time, he was repelled by Cui Rutie's black iron hammer, followed by a big iron tong with the same black color flying out, accurately clamping those magic weapons that had been defeated or broken and deformed, and returned leisurely.

This made Kunlun Nu, who thought that he would only strike iron, with great admiration.

The hardest one is Cao Hengli, who is alone, looking in all directions, constantly reinforcing the crumbling protective array. Although the protective array was invisible, the arrows sent by the monks of the Yin-Yang Sect from Kunlun Nu quickly locked onto the position of this protective array and began to attack fiercely. Kunlun Nu only likes to attack by nature and does not like to defend, so he is never willing to learn the formation seriously from Cao Hengli; after this battle, Kunlun Nu deeply feels the importance of the formation, otherwise with his realm, he should be wiped out in the first round of the opponent's rain-like attack.

Long Bao's purple whip gradually became solemn. Countless flying swords, with different shapes and attributes, shining with different colors, shuttled between the silver-plated clouds, and seemed to have inserted many beautiful and ancient hairpins into the sky in the moonlight.

Long Lin could see that this sword formation was not complete, but it was still close to perfect, and after their intricate and exquisite interspersed combinations, the power was stacked faster and faster, like a million icebergs gushing out of thin air, besieging him and Long Bao standing on a lonely cloud more and more tightly. Long Lin didn't take out the Shaking Light Sword, but just swung the Tianshu Bow from time to time while observing to drive away the flying sword that was trying to approach.

Zhen Ning'er, the instrument spirit who lived in Longlin's Origin Bead, was very resentful, and he used the Tianshu Bow as a dog-beating stick and a fly-repellent swatter, and couldn't help but snort coldly.

There was no coercion in this snort, but strangely, it seemed to be so suffocating that there was a moment of silence in time and space.

In this silence, Long Bao saw Long Lin like a big cyan feather, slowly flew up, slowly raised his knife, and finally sent out the first knife of this battle.

This knife is very strange, it seems to be a knife, or it can be said to be tens of thousands of knives.

Because they're too fast.

So it feels a bit slow.

Compared with the knife in Sanfenhu, this knife seems more plain and calm. There is neither anger nor sorrow. Even the majestic killing intent is also dissolved in the frost-like moonlight, becoming one with heaven and earth. Not deliberate, not arrogant. Peaceful, like a scribe who intends to write, spreads out one of his pieces of paper.

After the sword intent fell, Long Bao saw that the world in front of him suddenly collapsed in a whole circle, and those murderous flying swords suddenly disappeared for a moment;

"Ahh

"Good knife!" Cao Hengli exclaimed.

Cui Rutie praised in his heart.

"Big Daddy is amazing!" Snow Stained shouted with joy. She reverted to her true nature: a one-legged bird with blue feathers and red spots.

Hu Wangcai and Su Ningxin opened their mouths.

The flying sword, which had lost control, emitted various buzzing and trembling sounds, floating dazedly in the cyclone of the Gangfeng, appearing and disappearing, like colorful fish in the tides of the sea. Long Bao waved the purple whip and "salvaged" it happily. His purple whip sprouted many nimble tentacles, capturing the scattered flying swords, and then tying them up into a bundle like firewood... Very easy to use.

Long Lin put away the knife. He was not busy helping Long Bao and them pack up the loot, but stood intently, feeling the qi of heaven and earth. The world filled with the smell of blood and murderous intent seemed to tremble slightly with unreality, or the stars were whispering in disbelief... Something was brewing and waiting in the night sky, which was as solemn as an ancient tomb, and he was deeply uneasy.

Two straight lines of ink streak across the great golden full moon one after the other, dragging a long phantom shadow, as if the lunar disk was split into three pieces.

The moment the two ink lines that crossed the moon touched, the head of the ink line in front of it suddenly burst out into an impossibly bright cloud, like a huge match that had been lit.

The "match" burned violently, exuding an extremely terrifying aura, and the canopy on that side of the sky seemed to be burned into the void from the eeriely faint transparency to the boundless darkness of death.

There was a big, big, long, long meteor shower.

Everyone silently raised their heads to watch, and their hearts were touched.

The people of the mortal world rose up one after another, pushing the windows to look up at the magnificent spectacle that was rarely seen.

A large number of historians of the imperial dynasty wrote down: a large number of Xinhai nights in the summer and April of the third year of Shunning, the stars fell like showers in the night, and traveled westward, until dawn. ”

Nian Hengyi fell. Long Lin thought.

The warning in his heart had not gone away, so he clenched his shaking knife.

As if in response to his warning, an unremarkable mountain suddenly cracked. A golden light that overshadowed the full moon in the sky rushed straight into the dragon.

"Big old man and little ..."Hu Wangcai's exclamation was not over, he was oppressed by the sharp, arrogant and majestic Gang Qi and fainted, and Su Ningxin and Kunlun Nu fell down with him, Cao Hengli and Cui Rutie's coats were shattered in an instant, countless bloody wounds were cracked on the skin of their faces and palms, and the armor on their bodies also emitted a violent roar of Titicaca... The formation then collapsed, and pure white, dark blue, light gray, golden, and transparent butterflies flew all over the sky.