"Lord Priest, Lord Priest! Yin Chi is leaking! Leaked! ”

Mimi was so hurried that she almost fell. Wang Erxiao stood at the window, the rain wet his sleeves and clothes, and there were also a little drops of water on his face.

"Go ahead! Very, very scary! ”

Mimi was in a hurry, in a hurry.

Wang Erxiao woke up in shock, the sky was not lit up, but the hour had already passed.

She took the glass beads with her and hurried away.

The sky above Yin Chi was cloudy, but there was a light, like a hole surrounded by clouds, revealing a bright glow.

The golden crow poured out shadows like a layer of water, and fell to the ground dimly with two sun shadows.

"What is this?"

There was no rain on the ground of Yin Chi, but it was gloomy and gloomy. Rain in the sky.

"Is this from the top down? Didn't the water go down? ”

Wang Erxiao looked at this scene, now only Yin Chi is like this, the sun is blocked by the rain, and the whole cloud layer is like a cotton full of water. Gaps are exposed to signal threat.

"Is that a flood outlet?"

Yan Yunluo came at some point and stood behind her.

"It's too late, why is it so fast? It's today. ”

Yan Yunluo frowned and looked at Wang Erxiao, obviously flustered.

"What's wrong? How you're going to do it. ”

"Originally, I planned to use spiritual power to remedy it, so once the Swallowing Spirit Sea of Changle is burned, even if it is not enough, Wangxian Sect also has a Gathering Spirit Fall that can help, and those spiritual powers imprisoned in it will go to make up for the sky, but it won't work. It's too late now, and once the flood starts to fall that day, it can't be recovered. ”

Yan Yunluo hugged her who was kicking indiscriminately.

"Calm down, you're waiting for you to figure it out. We don't know about this heavenly punishment, you have to be calm. ”

"Ahh How calm I am! Sure enough, it was unlucky. Natural spiritual power can't be saved! You'll have to use more refined spiritual power, you know what it is! It's people! ”

"And then?"

Murong Huanning didn't know when he came, and there was Luo Su standing next to him, who had obviously lost a lot of weight. She held an umbrella, and the two looked at her together.

"You're here?"

Murong Huanning had a cold face.

"Look at you stupid! It's a shame. Don't stand up yet! ”

Wang Erxiao cowered and stood up straight.

"It's all a destiny, there's no way."

Murong Huanning is rarely serious.

In the air, a long smoke was erected, and in the deep haze sky, it was rare to be clean with gray and white fire.

"Changle is starting to burn."

"Re-dedicate everything that the Protoss has gained, God will give me grace, and return it without virtue."

Murong Huanning read this sentence lightly, and the corners of his mouth curled.

"It is estimated that it is not enough to pay it back, and I have to add some dividends."

Wang Er was careful of the huge shock, Xianmen? It can also be regarded as part of the grant of the Protoss.

"Priest, the altar has been lit."

Wang Erxiao looked back at the altar on the west side and lit a blazing fire, simmering with oil soaked in the spiritual sea to ignite a blue open flame. She nodded, lifted her intricate dress, and walked up to the stage.

Huai Gu stood beside him, his expression very calm. The white clothes are covered with ink-colored bamboo marks, making them look like teenagers. Wang Erxiao nodded at him and found that his clothes were a little worn.

"Boss?"

How did you get here?

"Erxiao, are you still planning to light this fire?"

He pointed to the only fire altar that had not been lit, and Wang Er pursed his lips. I held the glass beads so much that I was soaked with sweat.

"Dot."

"Is that the method of refining glass beads when asking Xingyan?"

Uh, he still knows.

Wang Er nodded slightly, stopped talking, and continued to go to the fire altar. He took the torch from the attendant, shook the bead and gritted his teeth and threw it into the fire altar. The beads were crystal clear in the oiled cotton wool and dry wood, and Wang Erxiao threw the torch into it.

Pout!

A red flame burst up, almost a half-man high. Ling Ling's luster floated from the fire and rose into the air like smoke, and as the Changle fire ignited, the sky slowly became more transparent.

But it began to rain.

Wang Erxiao's face became more and more pale, and the fire seemed to burn to her heart. A hand held her, and he raised his eyes to see Huaigu.

"Always hold on, you can't fall now."

Wang Erxiao was still stunned, and Yan Yunluo, who was pushed down and rushed over, fell into his arms. There was a thunderclap in the sky, and the leak that was full of light became gloomy and gloomy, and fire gushed out, and the sparks splashed and fell to the ground as a ball of flames.

The sky is like a stream stone cracked by sudden heat, cracked and finely curved, ugly and terrifying. There was a strange and magnificent and terrifying faint of purple-red, pale blue and bone-white light, like hellfire, but it bloomed like a lotus flower.

Huai Gu raised his sword, Ling Ling's white horizontal light broke through the sky, and in an instant, the air of the wind and the sky was clear. Cool all over.

He threw his sword into the air, and leapt forward.

"Master!"

When Cui Lanping saw his awe-inspiring look, his heart palpitated and his heart ached, and he hurried to go.

But he couldn't stop it, Huai Gu had already stepped on the sword and leaked into the clouds. Cui Lanping's heart is broken, and Yiheng is also chased by the sword.

At the same time, several other masters also followed together, and in an instant, the above masters of the Immortal Sect were all in the sky.

Another thunderbolt fell, and white lightning illuminated everyone's pale faces for a moment.

As soon as a few traces of light were gone, it was another Xianmen monk who went to fill the pit. The aura of the Edgeworth's flying spiritual power rose with the wind, and the disciples present turned pale as soon as they sensed the familiar spiritual power.

"Is this what it's called?"

Yi Zhuqiao's eyes widened and she was full of fear, and she realized why the master was silent when she saw the head of Huaigu, and gathered all their disciples to look at them one by one, before agreeing to go together.

"Master."

She looked around a little panicked, and found that they were all disciples of various families.

"Senior sister."

The smoke phantom's face was also pale, but he could only try his best to calm down and calm down his junior sister. This matter is not something that one of their sects can put a beak on, she looked at Wang Shuangwei, who was a disciple of the Xianmen on the stage.

pursed his lips and tightened Yi Zhuqiao's hand, which was very cold.

"Two Little ......"

Wang Erxiao's eyes widened, almost shaking. She used the method she obtained when she was in the middle of the day to scrape out all her divine power, the so-called Apostle Lotus Order was an attempt, and now she poured her divine power into the glass beads and burned it out, she was already at the end of her strong crossbow. He couldn't stand steadily, and leaned on Yan Yunluo with a sweat.

"Don't be afraid, even if it...... And us, there are still disciples in Wangxian Gate. ”

Disciple? Do you guys?

Wang Erxiao's eyes suddenly became clear, and she looked down. The disciples present were all standing on the ground, their faces full of grief and horror. But he couldn't move, Huaigu set up a pressure formation under the altar in advance, but anyone whose spiritual power was lower than that of the master couldn't move.

Wang Erxiao felt cold in his heart, grabbed Yan Yunluo's arm violently, and almost sank into the flesh with such force. Looking into his eyes, Yan Yunluo was moved by her.

Yan Yunluo......

He can move......

"Are you going too?"

Yan Yunluo was a little surprised, but still nodded, reached out and rubbed her head.

"You're a mortal now, I'm going to save people."

Wang Erxiao was stunned, but he also knew. The leaders of the Wangxian Sect have already gone, and the other Xianmen who are willing to go have also gone.

Then there are only the best of the disciples left.

She suddenly let go of his hand and stepped back. Yan Yunluo's heart was frightened, and he arrested her.

"Yan Yunluo."

She looked up but smiled.

"What's wrong?"

Yan Yunluo still grabbed her wrist, but she didn't hide.

"I'm just a commoner, you're an immortal genius. I think it would have been more useful, and although I stole a breath of life, I was not a good person in nature. ”

"What do you say, you are a clear wind."

Wang Erxiao smiled.

"It's okay if you don't say it."

Yan Yunluo grabbed her wrist and almost strangled her.

"Anyway, I'm worse of the two, so I'll make up for it."

"I won't let you go unless you cut off my hand."

"How can I give up, such a beautiful hand."

She also touched it deliberately.

Yan Yunluo was not awkward at all, Wang Erxiao gritted his teeth and tried to soften his tone.

"Rest assured, the virtue of self-sacrifice will be possessed by others, but it will never be me, I am a good boy who will not let others sacrifice to fulfill me, nor will I sacrifice myself to fulfill you. I have to spare my life. ”

However, Yan Yunluo still did not move.

"So don't be afraid, I'll come back alive."

Wang Erxiao felt that her face was stiff with a smile, but Yan Yunluo still stared at her, as if she was afraid that if he made a mistake, her soul would run away.

"This sentence of yours, the Melting Moon God also said, she didn't come back."

"I'm not her, I don't have the consciousness to dedicate myself, I'm so vulgar don't you know?"

"No way!"

The two of them were at a stalemate, and Shu Yilang brought Cang Jinyu and Bu Taoqi and other disciples over.

"Yunluo, we're ready, you're ......"

But he suddenly pressed Yan Yunluo's shoulder, and Yan Yunluo was startled. Wang Erxiao had already broken away from his hand, his fingernails slid into his palms, and blood flowed. Edgeworth soared into the air, ripping off the wrist wrap from his wrist and dotting it with beads of blood. Thrown to the ground, the white snake Langjun became huge, and with a sweep of his tail, he swept a few on the stage into the god array.

After doing all this, Wang Er held down the golden arrow feather on his wrist and summoned the moon-shooting arrow.

If it is insufficient, if it is not enough to block the sky, then according to history, the old scene will be reappeared.

Rongyue pierced her throat with an arrow, and killed herself to release her divine power.

Seeing that she was about to touch the deep cloud cave, she clenched the arrow and pressed it to her throat.

Slowly closed his eyes and handed his hand upwards......

The rain fell, but the sky was clear.