On the square at the top of the light, a strange and terrifying scene is being staged.

From the flame in the center of the square, a flame suddenly burst out and shot into the body of a female believer. The female cultist only felt that countless messages poured in in an instant, and all the soul marks of the individual were like a drop of water falling into the sea, and in the blink of an eye, they ceased to exist.

When the female believer reopened her eyes, she was revealing a pair of silver eyes!

The invisible majesty covered the audience, and everyone only felt that their hairs stood on end, and their whole bodies fell into stiffness.

"The Decree - Sacrifice!"

The silver-eyed girl spat out a cold spell, and everywhere she looked, all the Mingjiao began to struggle in pain. All the blood in their bodies began to burn, and the stronger the person, the greater the flame!

On the square at the top of the light, countless human-shaped torches suddenly appeared!

The silver-eyed girl seemed to scan the entire Guangming Dome casually, but wherever her gaze fell, a humanoid torch would appear one by one.

"Bang!"

When the flesh and blood of the cultists burned out, a cloud of red smoke would appear and fly back into the silver-eyed girl's body. Each red mist will optimize the growth of the girl's body. From internal organs to bones, from muscles to skin, it grows rapidly, optimizes, and tends to be perfected.

Her strength is also constantly improving, and she is in the early stage of Qi training...... Mid-stage Qi training...... Late stage of Qi training...... It has grown to the highest level of refining gas. Just one point, you can break through the realm of the unity of heaven and man.

At this moment, all the proportions and lines of her body can only be described as perfect. And the face is indescribable ice and beauty.

Her clothes were burned by the flames. In the sacrificial fire, a red dress was condensed. The skirt is dotted with ice crystal diamonds, and if you look closely, there is a burning flame flickering inside each ice crystal.

Just looking at her appearance, figure and bare feet, she is completely a stunning beauty composed of cold and noble.

The silver-eyed girl put her hands in front of her eyes and watched silently. This is a slender hand that is enough to make any woman envious.

Her fingers spread out like orchids, and a burning flame appeared in the palm of her hand. The heat of the flame fluctuated, and finally flew into the mountain rock next to it, melting into a large hole wide for one person!

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Underground, Qingjun and Han Qing pursued and killed unhurriedly, and the road was full of corpses.

Yuan Richeng stood in the main formation, listening to the unhurried explosions in the corridor, as well as the sound of his subordinates fleeing, and he hated it in his heart. He asked the guards to get on the crossbow machine and aimed it at the exit of the corridor. As soon as the two women appeared, they ordered a salvo.

At this time, the soldiers who had fled in front came out of the corridor and shouted: "General, it's not good, it's not good, the enemy can do witchcraft!" ”

Yuan Richeng reprimanded: "Shoot the arrows and execute all these useless people who disturb the morale of the army!" ”

His guards immediately pulled the crossbow machine. A round of arrows rained down, and all the soldiers at Yongdaokou were shot and killed on the spot. The soldiers behind suddenly stopped and did not dare to come out.

Yuan Richeng said coldly: "Sort it out according to the formation." ”

The rout was just about to line up when a violent explosion was heard from behind. Compared to the scorching flames behind him, being shot with a crossbow seemed less terrifying. They shouted, shoved and ran forward.

A large group of soldiers poured out of the corridor, but Yuan Richeng could no longer give the order to release the arrows. It's not that he is reluctant to kill these soldiers, but it takes time for the crossbow bolts to be wound, and if they are all wasted on the rout, the real enemy will rush out, and he will not be able to restrain himself.

Seeing that the crossbow stopped firing, the routs accelerated their speed. They were out of order when they fled, and many of them fell and were trampled to death. These soldiers swarmed out, blocking the range of the guards' crossbow machines.

Qingjun and Han Qing entered the Yongdao. They looked out from the inside of the corridor and could see the defeated soldiers, as well as the crossbow arrays that the soldiers were obscuring. These crossbows would indeed pose a deadly threat to them.

"Red Flame Sea!"

A sound like waves crashing against a reef resounded through the stone chamber, and a sea of fire burst in the middle of the crossbow array, erupting countless fireballs that burned in all directions from the center.

The soldier in the middle of the fire stood silently, motionless, like a sculpture, but the whole person was completely charred. Immediately, the charred black part cracked through countless tiny openings, and bubbling plasma erupted from the mouths, almost boiling.

Yuan Richeng, who was standing in the back row, was hit head-on by the heat wave, and he couldn't breathe for an instant, and the inhaled heat burned him like a soldering iron. And the purgatory-like scene in front of him made his eyes dark, and he almost fainted to the ground.

This mid-level Dao technique completely broke the resistance of the Mongol army. They didn't dare to turn back, and they all desperately tried to stay away from the girl behind them. In order to survive, they drew their blades and slashed at their comrades. Immediately shouted and scolded, and the screams rang out.

Yuan Richeng watched this scene and knew that it was no longer possible to organize. He drew his waist knife and turned to join the fleeing crowd, slashing at the soldiers who stood in his way, shouting, "Get out of the way, fool!" ”

After only a few steps, his gorgeous armor caught Qingjun's attention. A red flame exploded on his head. Yuan Richeng fell to the ground, and the upper half of his body was burned into charcoal.

Qingjun was mentally exhausted after casting the middle order. After killing Yuan Richeng, her mental power was only less than 30 points, and she could only support 2 Chiyan explosions. For the caster, once the mental power is exhausted, not only will they faint on the spot, but they will also cause damage to the brain.

"Qingjun, you take a rest here, and I'll take care of the rest."

Han Qing sensed Qingjun's exhaustion and helped her lean against the stone wall. She drew her scimitar herself and pursued it from behind. Her skills were extremely agile, and the scimitar conjured up a cold light in her hand, and with each flash of cold light, a Mongolian soldier fell to the ground screaming.

At this time, there were still more than 60 remaining Mongol soldiers. Hearing the sound of the explosion temporarily stopped, the only remaining centurion turned to check and found Qingjun resting against the stone wall, and only Han Qing was chasing after him with a knife. He exclaimed with joy: "That demon girl must have run out of mana!" Brothers, go back and kill them! ”

Hearing the centurion's shout, the four Mongol soldiers turned around and drew their swords, and rushed towards Han Qing with him.

Han Qing was not afraid and greeted him face to face. Her toes were on the ground, and there was little to no sound. At the moment of approaching the centurion, the slender figure suddenly accelerated, and instantly circled the centurion's back, and the scimitar flashed away, grazing the opponent's neck!

The centurion's head flew high and pulled out a bloody parabola far away.

The remaining Mongol soldiers were stunned. Han Qing flew up and rushed into the enemy's formation, the sword light silently drew a step ring, passing over the enemy beside her!

The four Mongol soldiers let out a howl of pain, and where the knife light had cut, the arms had been detached from the body, and there were even more bottomless incisions under the ribs! They waved their mutilated upper arms, blood and internal organs gushing out of the wounds under their ribs like crazy.

The faces of the rest of the Mongol soldiers immediately changed, and they involuntarily accelerated forward and fled, never daring to turn back.