With a whisper from Yuejian, the light of the formation under his feet skyrocketed, and the entire cave seemed to turn into a sea of fire, burning all the darkness in the world.

Ling Xian had a painful look on his face, and he felt as if a sleeping power was being called out from the depths of his body, this power was like a new seedling, tenaciously wanting to penetrate the shackles of the land and feel the sun and rain. However, when it was about to break through the ground, it was suppressed by another force like a boulder. The two forces were constantly clashing and colliding in Ling Xian's body, but the strength of the seedling was too weak after all, no matter how hard he tried, the boulder never moved. The sky is still a dream that seedlings can't reach.

A glimmer of fiery red light suddenly pierced through the dark clouds on the horizon, shone on the boulder, penetrated the cold barrier, and brought warmth to the seedlings that they had never felt before.

Once, twice, the seedlings, who felt the warmth again, began a new battle of their own, stubbornly struggling upward. A mixture of red and white light pierced the clouds more and more, as if a red sun was tearing through the darkness before dawn.

The expression on Ling Xian's face became a little hideous, as if he was enduring great pain, and the sweat of the bean was flowing wantonly on Ling Xian's face, sliding out of the ravines.

Yue Jian stood opposite Ling Xian, but there was not the slightest expression of pain on his face, but his face became a little pale, and his hands constantly changed the printing method, inputting a steady stream of spiritual power into the formation.

Time passed minute by minute, but the dawn did not come as expected, thick dark clouds obscured the sky again, and there was no longer a trace of light, and the seedlings fought weakly against the boulder, but the strength of the struggle became weaker and weaker. The color of pain on Ling Xian's face had not diminished in the slightest, the sweat had already soaked his clothes, and the whole person seemed to have been fished out of the water, and Yuejian didn't look good, the originally somewhat pale face was almost invisible at this time, and the light under his feet was much dimmer than before.

Yue Jian didn't expect the power of the curse in Ling Xian's body to be so powerful, and he felt that the spiritual power in his body was almost exhausted, and he felt a little desperate in his heart.

"Is this the fate that I can't escape?" Yue Jian looked at Ling Xian in distraction, and a trace of sadness flashed on her beautiful face.

Tsukimi closed his eyes in pain, as if he didn't want to face this desperate world, but after a moment, he opened his eyes again, and the hesitation and despair just now no longer existed, replaced by perseverance and determination.

"Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the ashes!"

Tsukimi bit the tip of his tongue, and the essence blood mixed with spiritual power poured into the formation, and the already dim formation flashed with a bewitching blood-red light again. The spiritual power mixed with essence and blood re-outlined patterns on the ground, and the complicated lines were like pulsating blood vessels, giving life to the formation, and a huge blood phoenix was slowly taking shape, and every powerful pulse would make the phoenix's figure clearer.

Tsukimi's face was no longer visible at this time, and a feeling of dizziness impacted her consciousness, and every time the light on the ground was stronger, Tsukimi's body became weaker and weaker, and now she was almost watching her strong spiritual power forcibly support it, even so, now she is close to running out of oil.

Tsukimi endured the discomfort, and the seal in his hand changed again, trying to squeeze more strength out of his body, but it suddenly went dark in front of him, and the seal was forced to be interrupted.

"Give it up, give it up, he's not worth it. ”

Tsukimi's heart suddenly sounded with a bewitching voice, as if the whisper of a demon slowed down her movements a little.

"Is it just because he is the inheritor of the Dragon Teng Empire that you have to give your life for him? Are you willing to be a tool and succumb to such a fate? Have you forgotten your dream of becoming a Formation Refiner?"

"No, no!" Tsukimi tried hard to expel the voice in her heart and complete the seal in her hand, but it backfired, and the voice of temptation became louder and louder, constantly shaking her mind.

I don't know when a layer of black mist has quietly crept up Tsukimi's face, Tsukimi's original struggling expression gradually became calmer, and the speed of the seal in his hand became slower and slower, and finally stopped before it was about to be completed, a drop of unwilling tears hung in the corner of his eye, and he slammed into the ground with a desperate curve weakly, and soon there was no trace to be seen.

The black qi slid down Tsukimi's delicate body and fell to the ground, turning into silk threads and winding towards the phoenix. The body of the phoenix ignited an unwilling blood-colored flame, and the cave was as bright as day for a while, but this was just the last struggle, losing the source of strength, and the phoenix burned the last power and could not change any ending. Before he could let out a last cry of helplessness, the phoenix, which had burned out its strength, was overwhelmed by the thick mist, and the cave fell into darkness.

The black mist turned back into threads and crawled slowly around Ling Xian on the ground, like a poisonous snake in the night, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment. But they seemed to be afraid of something on Ling Xian's body again, and they just patrolled around Ling Xian's body three feet away and didn't dare to enter.

At this time, Ling Xian had already lost the strength to resist at all, because of the battle between the two inexplicable forces in his body, he had already fallen into a coma, and now he was like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others.

The black mist lingered around Ling Xian's body for a while, maybe he didn't find a threat from Ling Xian, maybe his desire for prey was too strong, or maybe he just didn't want to wait any longer, a silent horn of charge sounded in the void, and black silk threads shot towards Ling Xian like sharp arrows.

The speed of the silk thread was extremely fast, and it was about to approach Ling Xian, and Ling Xian's body suddenly flashed with a faint blue light. This layer of light is extremely faint, and if you don't look closely, you can't feel its existence at all, and it looks extremely thin in the face of the overwhelming black fog, as if it will be extinguished at any time.

But unexpectedly, when the black mist met the blue mang, not only did it not swallow it, but it was like the ice and snow under the bright sun being melted away, and this thin layer of blue light stood in front of Ling Xian like a moat, preventing a trace of black mist from taking a step beyond the thunder pool.

The black mist was obviously not willing to fail, and the thick and undissolvable mist kept pouring out from Tsukimi's body, constantly tumbling, converging, and wriggling, and there was constantly a chaotic and evil aura escaping from it, and if anyone was here, they could still feel that there was a crazy consciousness in it that was slowly gradually taking shape.