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The ground shook, and the whole battlefield shook, as if it were about to collapse. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The people of the Hundred Refining Sect, including Meng Lang and Medea, all shook around involuntarily, like tumblers.

Fortunately, the violent shaking stopped after only a breath.

"What's going on?" Meng Lang asked as soon as the earthquake stopped.

"You don't know?" Hua Hanyan asked rhetorically.

"What do I know, and I want to ask you?"

Hua Hanyan straightened up slightly, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "There is a magic temple here, and the reason why the earth is shaking is that the magic temple is being opened." ”

"Magic Temple?" Meng Lang's heart moved, didn't he just need magic.

It's really hard to get through the iron shoes, and there is a magic temple here.

"There is constant fighting and killing here, just to open this magic temple," Hua Hanyan's eyes penetrated the void and landed on the looming magic temple, "Around that magic temple, the seven or eight powerful immortals and magicians are opening this magic temple, and the constant killing outside is also their people, who are constantly killing, using the power of killing and blood to open the magic temple." ”

"So there is such a thing?" Meng Lang also heard the Arabian Nights, using killing and bloody qi to open the magic temple, but after thinking about it, the reason why magic is strange is that it is different from ordinary immortal arts, and it is not an exaggeration to have such a way to open it, "Then, how did you and your brothers get here?"

Hua Hanyan smiled lightly and said mysteriously: "Let me tell you a secret, I am a quasi-magician, so I can perceive the approximate existence of the magic temple within a certain range in the Illusory Realm, so I came here with my brothers and sisters and met these people killing." ”

"Quasi, magician?" Meng Lang instantly understood that Hua Hanyan was also a quasi-magician, and he was a little more advanced than himself.

Being able to sense the existence of the magic temple in the too illusory realm, Meng Lang can't, obviously, he is worse than Hua Hanyan.

Don't say it, Medea must be able to sense it, otherwise, she wouldn't have asked Meng Lang to stop.

The Temple of Magic is both an opportunity and a trap.

At this time, Medea was far away from the location of the disciples of the Hundred Refining Sect, a distance of nearly a thousand zhang or so, but she did not leave, her eyes occasionally glanced at Meng Lang to see if he was there.

It seems that she has not given up on Meng Lang, and the whirlwind fairy technique on Meng Lang's body is more attractive than the magic temple.

Yan Luo stared at Medea angrily, and did not chase after her, facing a magician, even as a late stage of the Void Valley Realm, she had to deal with it carefully, and this was still a meat grinding ground with constant killing, which also made her dare not make a mistake.

"Well, I need magic, magic that suits me, as long as I get magic, I'm a real magician!" Hua Hanyan smiled lightly, a small pride in his smile, more of a kind of imaginative style.

A magician must have a magic wand and magic. Meng Lang knew this.

It seems that Hua Hanyan has a magic wand, and the magic wand can be seized and inherited, but the magic can only be found in the too illusory realm.

Because each type of magic does not allow two magicians to have at the same time, unless another magician dies, or is willing to give up one magic, otherwise, other magicians will not want to learn the same magic as other magicians, because the vast majority of magic can only be obtained in the realm of too illusory.

"Then, what's going on with this earthquake?" Meng Lang didn't tell Hua Hanyan that he was also a candidate magician, because he was really unfamiliar with the Western Continent and needed to keep some secrets.

"This magic temple is extremely mysterious, it may be the most mysterious magic temple we can encounter in the Void Valley Realm, it needs to absorb a lot of killing and bloody qi to open, and, in the process, it takes eight earthquakes in a row, fortunately, it is only the last time. ”

Eight earthquakes in a row, absorbing killing and blood, how many people will be killed.

Fortunately, there are enough immortals who have entered the too illusory realm, and there are enough resources.

Meng Lang turned around and looked at the magic temple looming in the distance, as if the magic temple was much clearer than before.

"Those people, do you know where they come from?" Meng Lang asked.

Hua Hanyan shook his head and said, "I don't know everything, one of the old men, who looks like he has a bull-faced sphinx mark on his body, should be a member of the Seven Peerless Sect, as for the others, none of them can see the history, they should all be extremely strong, and they may come from other states!"

In this vast area, there are other states besides Archana.

"It's very powerful, that old man seems to have reached the state of the Great Perfection of the Void Valley Realm, even if it's bad, it's not much worse. ”

The Void Valley Realm, the early stage, the middle stage, the late stage, the Great Perfection, and the Great Perfection is very close to the next Great Realm.

The realm of the old man is higher than Yanluo.

The old man of the Seven Peerless Sects suddenly looked at Meng Lang, and an incomparable spiritual power crossed the void and approached Meng Lang.

Immediately, Meng Lang was like seeing the sword mountain and sword forest, attacking him in a flood of mountains.

These attacks all fell on Meng Lang's soul, Meng Lang's soul sat on the sea of divine consciousness, and when the spiritual power of the sword arrived, he suddenly opened his eyes and glared fiercely, and those fierce swords fell one after another, and some directly turned into powder and fell into the sea of divine consciousness.

In an instant, all the swords turned into flying ashes, becoming the nourishment of Meng Lang's Divine Consciousness Sea.

"Ah~" The old man of the Seven Peerless Sect's eyes bulged, as if he had received a heavy hammer, and he tried hard to control his mind so that he didn't spurt blood.

"Looking for death~"

As an immortal of the Great Perfection of the Void Valley Realm, how could he have suffered such a secret loss, and in a fit of rage, he wanted to drive the flying carpet and hunt Meng Lang.

"Gajano, don't be distracted, if you are distracted, the time to open the magic temple will be postponed again," the black-robed magician, with a pair of unfathomable blue eyes, shouted before the old man of the Seven Peerless Sect, Gajano, "That kid looks like he should be a quasi-magician, your spiritual power is not comparable to him, it is not a shame, if it is a contest of immortal arts, you can kill him in seconds, okay, after opening the magic temple, I will avenge you!"

Gajano Flying Carpet didn't like to move, and said coldly: "Cannaro, you don't need to interfere, indeed, it's important to open the magic temple, that kid, let him live a little longer." ”

The killing continued, and the collection of killing and gore did not stop.

The Temple of Magic will open after the last earthquake.

Meng Lang resisted Gajano's soul spirit attack, and he was not happy, his face turned pale, but fortunately, he recovered quickly.

"What's wrong with you?" Meng Lang changed in an instant, and he couldn't escape Hua Hanyan's eyes.

"It's nothing, it's just a little uncomfortable!" Meng Lang didn't want to deliberately hide it, he was really too many people to say.

Hua Hanyan was skeptical, and seemed to have an answer in his heart, but he didn't say anything. She knew in her heart that everyone had secrets, and besides, since Meng Lang hunted the adult earth dragon, she knew that Meng Lang was not simple and had secrets.

To be a woman is to keep secrets for men. Not to mention, Hua Hanyan has a deep affection for Meng Lang, and she will naturally keep it a secret for Meng Lang's sake.

Rushing~

The overwhelming immortal arts attacked, and a team of at least ten people killed the disciples of the Hundred Refining Sect.

Burst~

A disciple in the early stage of the Void Valley Realm, who bore the brunt of the attack, was hit by a surging immortal technique like a wave, and immediately vomited blood and died, and there was no time to scream.

Killings to the end, often insane.

It seems that an invisible force is driving, everyone is killing each other, and the disciples of the Hundred Refining Sect, if it weren't for the interconnection of the Great Array, they might not be able to kill each other.

But they can't stop others from attacking them.

"Kill!"

As soon as they saw that their senior brother had been killed, the disciples of the Hundred Refining Sect became angry, and one after another immortal techniques frantically sent out, attacking the group of ten.

The combination of two amazing immortal arts met in the void, and a shocking sound erupted, and a series of firelight splashed down, like huge fireworks.

The immortal combination of dozens of people naturally overwhelmed the group of ten.

Soon, the immortal arts of the disciples of the Hundred Refining Sect pressed the immortal arts of the group of ten to only a few zhang in size, and under the strong pressure, the body of one of the ten people exploded steeply, turning into a pool of blood.

Originally, ten people were defeated, not to mention one dead, the group of nine was even more unbearable, and soon, those people died one after another, turned into ashes, and none of them were left behind.

As soon as they died, a trace of invisible killing and blood flowed towards the Magic Temple in the distance, making the Temple of Magic a little clearer.

Such battles are everywhere on the battlefield.

Every kill is adding nourishment to the Temple of Magic, making it open faster.

"Kill~"

"Kill~"

Everyone is like killing red eyes, and when they see someone they don't want to do, they will kill them.

After the disciples of the Hundred Refining Sect slaughtered the group of ten, they didn't have time to breathe, and the other group of nearly twenty people came over.

In this way, dozens of people against twenty people.

The battle situation was very tragic, and the group of nearly twenty people died five or six people in a face-to-face meeting with the disciples of the Hundred Refining Sect, and their power weakened.

However, the Hundred Refining Sect was not intact, and a disciple in the early stage of the Void Valley Realm died on the spot, turned into flying ashes, and became the nourishment of the Magic Temple.

The more the enemy kills, the more it is like it can't be killed.

There were fifty or sixty disciples of the Hundred Refining Sect, but before the last earthquake came, more than a dozen people gradually died.

The sooner the battle comes, the more brutal it becomes.

Medea is near the group of disciples of the Hundred Refining Sect, in the increasingly ferocious battle, even a magician can hardly protect herself, on her wonderful body, there are a few blood marks, it stands to reason that if the immortal does not die, it can recover quickly, but Medea does not have time to completely recover from the physical damage.

Medea hides behind her meteorite flames to avoid all kinds of flying magic, but the magic can't last forever, and the magician's mysterious power will eventually be exhausted.

"Hanyan, if we bring Medea into our group, with a powerful magician, we will be even stronger!" Seeing such a situation, Meng Lang didn't want Medea to die in the chaos of the battle in a daze.

"No, this is luring the wolf into the house!" Yan Luo roared with a pair of eyes in his eyes.

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