At the moment when the pale light shield above the palace shattered, in a dark space deep underground, a dark flower shadow suddenly appeared from Zhuang Yu's sleeve, which was the shadow of the Third Manzhu Sahua.

"It's really weird, after the divine power subsides, the end of the Void Turning Array is even more active!"

Zhuang Yu's face was full of surprise, and he lowered his head and pondered.

Su Jiu was next to Zhuang Yu, and suddenly felt the shadow of a flower suddenly appearing on Zhuang Yu's body, and looked over with some surprise.

Not far away, Qing Ming was holding a brilliant divine bow, her eyes were closed, and her body was covered with a bright silver stream, which was extremely dazzling.

"Childe?" asked Su Jiu with some concern.

"It's okay, I'm going to a place, at most I'll go back with a stick of incense, and please take care of the green tea!" Zhuang Yu replied extremely resolutely.

Su Jiu wanted to persuade something, but when he saw Zhuang Yu's resolute eyes, he didn't say anything anymore.

"This is Childe's Scorpion Fighting Spirit Puppet, which was completely urged by me with the power of the origin, however, it can only send out a full force blow of the Divine Wheel Realm Triple Heaven, Childe should also make good use of it, once this attack is used up, with your current cultivation, I am afraid that you will not be able to exert all its power." ”

While speaking, Su Jiu touched it in his arms and took out a scorpion-like puppet with rolling blood, which was the Scorpion Fighting Spirit Puppet.

"Thank you, don't worry, I just suspect that there is something strange at the end of the Turning Empty Array, go and take a look. ”

Zhuang Yu took the puppet, glanced at the imposing Qingming softly, turned around and disappeared in place as a streamer.

In just a moment, Zhuang Yu, who was urging Yuan Li with all his might, found the dark cave at the end of the Turning Void Array again.

Without a moment's hesitation, he dodged and rushed in.

Standing on the stone platform, Zhuang Yu waved his left hand, and the seed spar of the Third Manzhu Sawa appeared out of thin air.

Looking at it, the seeds in the spar actually had a trace of light, and it seemed to have a trace of vitality compared to before.

Seeing this, Zhuang Yu finally determined something, his whole body Yuan Force soared, and the Five Elements Flower Cloud Armor urged with all his strength, and the Scorpion Fighting Spirit Puppet was also adjusted to a state of imminent triggering and put it into his sleeve.

Taking out the Qiushui Sword, he glanced up at the Yuan Force Vortex in the void, and he dodged and rushed over.

As if resisting Zhuang Yu's entry, several dark streams of light immediately entwined.

"Humph!"

Zhuang Yu snorted coldly, and together with both hands, several black and white light streams roared out, instantly blocking those dark light streams.

With this gap, he rushed straight in, and the ghost flashed and disappeared.

To Zhuang Yu's expectation, just the heavens and the earth flickered, as if they had just stepped over a layer of water film, and the surrounding scene immediately changed instantly.

A burst of water ripples fluctuated in the space, surrounded by boundless blue water ripples, and three dark and deep spars were floating quietly in the sky.

Looking at it, the power of the underworld god and the power of the dragon transformed by the Yuan Force Vortex behind Zhuang Yu were all swallowed by those three spars.

Beneath the hedron was a dark black altar floating silently.

A figure sat on the altar, slowly refining the pure divine power flowing from the three spars in the sky.

The shadow of a flower of the third Manju Sawa looms above his head.

Looking at its appearance, it is a flower without a shadow.

At this moment, she was slowly devouring the three hedrons above her head, her face full of joy, as if she was experiencing some kind of refreshment.

Suddenly, Zhuang Yu's eyes saw an incomparably familiar delicate figure on the left side of the altar, and his face changed in shock, and then he was furious.

As if sensing Zhuang Yu's earth-shattering anger, Hua Wuying slowly opened his eyes, and then his face changed suddenly.

"Zhuang Yu, why did you come here?"

Hua Wuying exclaimed, black light flashed all over her body, and a long black dress appeared out of thin air, covering the body.

"Who is she?"

Zhuang Yu's face was gloomy, staring at the figure on the left side of the altar, and the Qiushui Sword instantly beeped.

Ten layers of black and white aura rolled out, and the Hongmeng Sword Technique had been activated, just waiting for the Qiushui Sword to cut out.

"Hmph, who is she and what do you have to do with it?"

Hua Wuying did not mean to show weakness, as soon as the qi of the whole body rose, the black light of the Hades God Platform flashed, and it was about to disappear.

The pupils in Zhuang Yu's eyes shrank, and the Qiushui sword flew out.

Without sparing the slightest hand, he directly used the tenfold amplitude of the Hongmeng ring.

Looking at the sword shadow that slashed in front of him in an instant, Hua Wuying smiled coldly and raised his right hand slightly.

The three dark crystals above the altar instantly brightened, and the triple black barrier instantly emerged, blocking the flower without a shadow.

The next moment, Zhuang Yu's slash hit the black barrier.

"Click!"

"Click!"

Two crisp cracking sounds came out one after another, and the first two barriers broke directly under Hua Wuying's horrified gaze.

When the slash reached the last barrier, the Yuan Force was finally exhausted and dissipated into the air.

Despite this, the third barrier shook violently a few times, and a slender crack appeared.

"The divine power outside has been completely exhausted, and there is still a formation running?"

Seeing this, Zhuang Yu frowned.

"This is the place where my grandfather Hua Lan resurrected me, it is the Canglong Temple that fell to this place in the territory of the Nine Heavenly Gods, the big array has been arranged for more than 20 years, how can you break it, you come here, you are looking for death!"

Hua Wuying forcibly suppressed the horror in his heart and completely withdrew the altar into his body.

The figure to the left of the altar vanished.

Zhuang Yu gritted his teeth, and the Hongmeng Sword Technique came out again.

Hua Wuying's face on the opposite side was shocked, her hands immediately moved, and the triple black barrier immediately rose again, completely protecting her.

Then, she looked up a little anxiously behind Zhuang Yu.

Seeing that the Yuan Force Vortex did not react in the slightest, Hua Wuying gritted his teeth, flicked his right hand, and a sinuous flower thorn appeared out of thin air.

As soon as the thorns appeared, the Qiushui Sword flew with more than a dozen brilliant sword rays.

Hua Wuying's expression was solemn, and he held the flower thorn and waved it suddenly, just blocking the Qiushui Sword.

On the thorns, a large number of colorful sword shadows suddenly appeared, blocking all the sword shadows brought by the Qiushui Sword.

It's just that Zhuang Yu's attack power is obviously stronger than Hua Wuying's attack under the entanglement of black and white aura.

Hua Wuying seemed to have been violently impacted, his face turned pale, and he staggered back a few steps abruptly.

"Damn, just recovered. ”

Hua Wuying gritted his teeth and looked up a little unwillingly.

Seeing the almost crazy endless killing intent in Zhuang Yu's eyes, she was shocked in her heart, and then she didn't care about anything, and beckoned upward.

The three black spars in the sky above flashed and flew directly into her hands.

In an instant, Hua Wuying opened his mouth and swallowed the three hedrons.

After a strange dark black light flashed, the momentum on Hua Wuying's body skyrocketed.

Soon, her cultivation skyrocketed to the Sixth Heaven of the Divine Vein Realm, and it continued to climb.

The phantom of the third world Manzhu Shahua above her head was immediately condensed several times.

After a slight pause, Hua Wuying slowly looked at Zhuang Yu, his eyes full of killing intent.

"Die!"

Hua Wuying snorted coldly, holding the flower thorn and pointing at Zhuang Yu suddenly.