Chapter Eighty-Seven: It's a pity that you don't call You Xuanhao (II)

The earth-shattering tsunami resounded for hundreds of miles, and the surging tide poured down from the top of the dome, hitting the ground and rolling up a huge vortex, followed by a burst of heaven and earth, and everyone's feet suddenly turned into a bottomless black valley, and the grass, trees, sand and stones also fell into the abyss with the whirlpool. At this moment, even the Xuanshuang Emperor, who was far away in the Heavenly Ice Imperial Palace, felt the spiritual power fluctuations from the vision of the Heavenly Sea Returning Ruins.

With the generation of the vision, the aura of everyone in Ye Lulu's team instantly converged, and then the whole body shook suddenly, and the spiritual power in the body was irrepressibly withdrawn, and it was directly absorbed and attached to the Phoenix Pheasant Dance. Depriving the spiritual power to bless the magic weapon, the same as replenishing the spiritual power of others, the spiritual power conversion rate is only about 60%.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, stand back!" The distraction monk named Dong Huan clenched his fists, barely stood on his feet, and began to burn the Yuan Shen hysterically, even the golden pill in his body was shattered into dust, and it merged into his flesh and blood.

The two-minute tide of life is simply a nightmare with no end in sight for the Doumu Legion at this time. I saw that Dong Huan's whole body was wrapped in miserable white flames, and the three bamboo swords spun rapidly in front of Dong Huan, bursting out with a true qi that was not powerful. The miserable white is mixed in the sea blue of the heavenly sea ruins, but it is not very conspicuous.

A huge white barrier appeared in front of You Xuanhao's eyes out of thin air, and then wrapped You Xuanhao in it, forcibly interfering with the connection between You Xuanhao and the vision of the Heavenly Sea Returning Ruins.

However, it was too late.

The red, white, purple, blue, and yellow flames ignited on the Tears of the Phoenix, breaking through the barrier of Donghuan in an instant, extending wildly outward, and soon condensed into a colorful phoenix in the middle of the sky surrounded by whirlpools, raising its head to the sky and roaring, erupting with a suffocating terrifying coercion. Immediately after that, the flames were divided into more than ten equal parts, and the light flashed, attaching to the bodies of the Feng clan monks. The divine aura filled the entire Doumu Great Forest, more than ten pillars of light rose into the sky, and the soul beads behind Jin Yue, Jin Fei and the others bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and the spiritual power of the phoenix was sublimated with the support of the rich life essence and the transformed true qi.

"Kill!"

Countless swords and sword shadows dotted the deep ocean even brighter, and the Doumu clan, which originally had the strength to resist, was cut into pieces like tissue paper one by one in front of the former overlord Jin Qi of the Double Saint Venerable level and more than a dozen Feng Clan warriors who broke through the limit. The monks of the Yuan Infant Stage and the Distraction Period protected Princess Zhu'an to the death, while Ye Lulu also transported the dual true qi of spirit and demon, forcibly absorbing the gradually thinning life force around her, and trying to offset the influence of the tide of life. The cold light of the Autumn Dew Sword converged, barely releasing a trace of true qi.