On one side, there was a cold and evil, thick ghost mist that the light could not penetrate, and on the other side was a colorful and beautiful, dreamy and beautiful chaotic qi like a rainbow, just like that, in the vast land of the god realm, under the Burial God Mountain, facing each other.

Suddenly, the ghostly mist churned and surged, faintly like a huge blue-black fist, and suddenly shrank back, and the next moment it slammed into the colorful light!

All the cultivators in the enchantment suddenly felt that the mountains were shaking for a while, and the originally stable colorful enchantment suddenly shook violently!

Shen Yixue only felt that even the chaotic qi in her body fluctuated violently, and she was almost out of her control!

As soon as her body shook, the Garan Ice Spirit Needle was almost out of her hand, and the colorful chaotic qi that emanated was followed by a burst of light and extinction, almost unable to sustain it!

"Girl!"

Xuanyuan Yu screamed loudly, and subconsciously reached out to help the girl in front of him, but was pushed away by her: "The power of the Heavenly Dao! This ghost fog actually has the power of the Heavenly Dao!"

Shen Yixue almost shouted out these words, but she said them to Daokong and Yan Silence.

Then, without waiting for the two of them to respond, Shen Yixue's wrist flipped, and the Jialan Ice Spirit Needle once again pierced the sky with her gesture, and the colorful chaotic qi gushed out again with a chilling cold qi, instantly all seeping into the colorful enchantment above her head!

Just now, the ghost mist surrounding the Burial God Mountain condensed into the shape of a fist, and punched Shen Yixue's colorful enchantment fiercely, and the enchantment began to shake violently, but Shen Yixue felt that on the Jialan Ice Spirit Needle in his hand, that trace of Heavenly Dao power was also hit hard, and it was almost about to fall off from the Jialan Ice Spirit Needle!

At the same time, she also felt that on the fist condensed by the blue-black ghost mist, there was actually a trace of aura similar to the power of the Heavenly Dao!

Like, but there seems to be a difference. But where it was different, and because it was just the impact of a touch, she didn't have time to understand it in detail.

Xuanyuan looked at his outstretched hands, was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, and said to Shen Yixue: "Girl, what do you need me to do?"

The Jialan Ice Spirit Needle in Shen Yixue's hand swung again, bringing all the colors of light on the colorful light curtain above her head to flow rapidly with the direction of her needle tip, like a river that suddenly became turbulent!

Just when Shen Yixue's Jialan Ice Spirit Needle drove the colorful chaotic qi in the enchantment to flow rapidly, the ghost mist outside had already condensed into a fist again, smashing three punches towards Shen Yixue's colorful enchantment!

Every punch is infinitely powerful, and every punch is wrapped in a power that is enough to compete with the Heavenly Dao breath in her Jialan Ice Spirit Needle!

But at the whole time, the golden light on the seven-colored enchantment began to decrease, from countless wisps at the beginning, to dozens of wisps later, and then to seven or eight wisps, less and less, clearly visible!

This is the power of those cultivators of the Buddha Sect, seeing that the ghost mist has shrunk to the surroundings of the Burial God Mountain, and the rest of the places have returned to normal again, and there is no need to continue to maintain the enchantment, and the fist condensed by the ghost fog is too big, and the strength is too heavy, they feel that there is no need to bear it with them!

What's more, Daokong has a number in his heart, and those who are powerful in cultivating Buddhas also have a number in their hearts, and the blood contract signed by Daokong and Shen Yixue is far less than the blood contract signed by Yan Silence, even if Shen Yixue is hurt, at most it will only affect Daokong alone!

Therefore, as the ghost mist fist, wrapped in the power of the Heavenly Dao, fell again and again, the golden light on the seven-colored enchantment soon became very few, until it ...... Not a single bit!

Xuanyuan glanced at Daokong hatefully, and then looked at Yan Xiao, who was also crumbling, and the silver-white light that was still flowing in the colorful light, his expression was inexplicably complicated, and he glanced back at Shen Yixue, gritted his teeth, and resolutely turned to leave.

At this moment, no one is too lazy to pay attention to a Xuanyuan Yu who wants to leave the enchantment, after all, many cultivators in my sister's ehation also want to know the consequences of leaving the enchantment at this moment.

Only Kong Weihai.

Kong Weihai's ascension to the God Realm was still short, and he had the power to comprehend the Heavenly Dao, so he did not participate in the action of maintaining the enchantment, and at this moment, he saw Xuanyuan Yu turn around and leave, and he turned around and followed: "I'll go with you!"

Xuanyuan paused, turned his head to look at Kong Weihai, whose expression was unprecedentedly serious, and without saying a word, he turned around and left again.

The two of them walked out of the enchantment smoothly, Kong Weihai took Xuanyuan Yu to get up, and flew out for more than a mile before stopping, and when he looked at it with his throat, he was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of him!

Shen Yixue's colorful enchantment is like an inverted semicircle, with colorful light on it, mixed with a trace of silver light, which is flowing rapidly, and the ghost mist on the opposite side completely envelops the entire Burial God Mountain, churning and surging, the whole shape is like a huge fist, and the outermost is actually wrapped in a layer of mysterious majesty but cold and ruthless aura, showing a layer of faint red.

It's just that the red layer is too light, and the ghost fog is too thick, unless you look closely, you can't detect it at all.

Almost instantly, Xuanyuan Yu understood that it must be the layer of Heavenly Dao power that Shen Yixue said in his mouth, the layer of ghost mist that was similar to the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Kong Weihai was also a little moved, his usually disdainful expression was completely retracted, he frowned, and his eyes scanned back and forth between the ghost mist on the outer layer of the Burial God Mountain and Shen Yixue's colorful enchantment.

The ghost mist was still tumbling and surging, and the outermost faint, almost transparent red became more and more conspicuous, while Shen Yixue's colorful enchantment light gradually dimmed, as if the color above had been deprived of the outermost layer of the ghost mist!

He snorted coldly: "These cultivators of the Divine Realm, at the critical moment, none of them can be relied on, and you really decided to help them?"

Even if Xuanyuan didn't understand it very well, he could roughly guess that the fists condensed by the ghost mist, these few punches fell, although they did not break the enchantment, but they deprived Shen Yi of part of the heavenly aura on the Ice Spirit Needle!

And this is also the reason why the Buddha cultivator who maintained the enchantment before, the power of the Heavenly Dao was drastically consumed!

Seeing that the light of the seven-colored enchantment dimmed again, Xuanyuan Yu didn't want to think about it anymore, and the Zhantian Sword in his hand was raised high again, and the benevolent and holy aura spread out, and with the shape of the Zhantian Sword, it condensed into an invisible big sword, and slashed towards the tumbling mist!

"Boom!"

The sound like thunder on the flat ground suddenly set off, and the blue-black ghost mist suddenly sunk inward under the sword qi of the Xuanyuan Zhantian Sword, and then rolled even more violently, and even the outermost layer of extremely thin red light spread out as if frightened, revealing the blue-black ghost mist inside.

At the same time, a muffled snort came out of the ghost mist very clearly, and smashed heavily into the hearts of Xuanyuan Yu and Kong Weihai!

The two of them changed their faces almost at the same time, Kong Weihai's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his hands were opened, and Lan Yingying's true qi fluttered out from his palms, meeting the ghost mist that shrouded the Burial God Abyss!

The ghost mist churned and surged rapidly, but this time it did not swallow up like before, but instead shrank inward again!

The foot of the Burial God Mountain was suddenly exposed. At the same time, the distance between the ghost mist and the colorful enchantment also suddenly widened, and it seemed that it had lost the meaning of attacking again.

Xuanyuan Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and raised his foot to return to the colorful enchantment again, but was pulled by Kong Weihai: "I know you are anxious, but it doesn't prevent you from listening to me a few words, right?"

Then regardless of whether Xuanyuan Yu agreed or not, he spoke to himself: "If I didn't guess, you should have the memory of the Heavenly Demon Sect's Sect Master Night Wandering, so, presumably you should also remember, Heavenly Witch Shen Yixue,"

Kong Weihai did not use the title of "Yixue Master Nephew" as before, but instead said these six words in a very solemn tone, and paused for a moment before continuing: "Back then, I had a great relationship with Tianhu Yueyao, the elder of my Holy Beast Sect. ”

Xuanyuan paused for a moment, frowned and pondered, as if he was caught in the contemplation of the past, and said after a while: "What is it, what is it?"

Kong Weihai's narrowed phoenix eyes suddenly burst into light: "Before, didn't you ask, my purpose?"

Xuanyuan Yu woke up instantly, but quickly turned a cold face: "Your purpose has nothing to do with me!"

Kong Weihai shook his head, and seemed to disagree with Xuanyuan Yu's statement: "Originally, perhaps, it really has nothing to do with you, so you asked, I didn't answer, but now, look at those sanctimonious guys in Taoism and Buddhism, do you still think so?"

Xuanyuan's expression was even colder: "You're no better, but you just want to take advantage of that girl too!"

Kong Weihai shook his head again, and corrected with a serious expression: "Wrong! It's mutually beneficial! And it's ......."

He paused, then suddenly lowered his voice, "Those old fellows of the Buddha Sect and the Dao Sect, don't you want to block them up?"

After speaking, Kong Weihai looked up at the colorful enchantment that was getting closer and closer, raised his eyebrows, and showed a glamorous smile: "Anyway, if it were me, I would never let go of such an opportunity." What's more, in this way, you and the Heavenly Witch will truly have a stable foothold in the Divine Realm before leaving!"

Xuanyuan Yu's footsteps slammed, turned around and glanced at Kong Weihai deeply, noncommittal, as soon as he raised his foot, the person had already stepped into the colorful enchantment.

In the enchantment, because the ghost fog once again converged around the Burial God Mountain, the clarity between heaven and earth was restored again, even if the aura of heaven and earth was no longer rich and abundant as before, but it finally returned to normal, and there were already cultivators of the Buddha Sect leaving one after another, leaving only a small part, and there were also cultivators of the Dao Sect.

Of course, it's not that the cultivators of the Dao Sect don't want to leave, they are still in the territory of the Buddha Sect at the moment, and they always have a feeling of being a dwarf, in fact, they are more eager to leave than the cultivators of the Buddha Sect.

But because the blood contract signed between Yan Lin and Shen Yixue is almost related to the life and death of every Taoist cultivator, he forcibly endured no action, but the voice of complaining about Yan Lin became louder and louder.

The more Xuanyuan listened, the more ugly his face became, and finally he simply paused, turned around, glanced at Kong Weihai behind him, stepped out of the colorful enchantment in three steps and five steps, and a few leaps came to the edge of the boundary river, and slashed out with a sword!