The speed of the Yuanying-level warrior's full flight was no less than that of a flying sword, but it still took a little time to reach the outskirts of the city from Bu Minglou.

If you don't grasp the geographical advantages of Rongcheng, even if you are as strong as Huanglong, you can't realize the instantaneous transfer of the Han family. While flying, Huang Long began to whisper the key to combat.

"Everything revolves around Longtai Dingshan, always maintain a formation with more than three comrades-in-arms, and never try to fight against the desolate demons with your own strength, in the end, my order is above all else!"

After saying that, the yellow dragon began to gradually descend in height, and the firelight on the outskirts of the city was clearly visible.

It was a flame burned by the pure aura of heaven and earth, its color was milky white, its high temperature was enough to melt the gold stone, and the pillar of fire was more than 100 meters high, and it seemed to be a striking landmark in the early morning of the Rong City, showing its sense of existence.

Looking down from a high place, you can vaguely see that in the middle of the pillar of fire, there is a square white stone, five meters in length and width, and ten meters high, and a breath similar to the condensation diagram is faintly emanating from the white stone. Under the scorching pillar of fire, the sand and gravel soil have begun to melt, but the white stone has not moved.

Obviously, that is the Molin national treasure that Huang Long said, Longtai Dingshan. This object is almost the same as a moving Abyss Diagram, and has a strong suppressive effect on all barren things. It is also regarded by the Molin people as the key to pulling out the wilderness and driving away evil spirits.

However, now this national treasure is wrapped in untouchable spiritual fire, refusing to be approached by anyone!

The spiritual fire is ignited by the spiritual power of the earth's veins, and Rongcheng, as the old capital of wishing for hope, can be called a first-class spiritual energy place in the Immortal League, and there are many spiritual veins stripped from the old spiritual mountain, once ignited, it will suddenly become a natural disaster!

Staying in the camp, Bu, Liao and others, who are responsible for taking care of the national treasure, have been forced back dozens of meters away by the blazing spiritual fire, they have formed a short formation, two older middle-aged generals each hold heavy shields, head and tail, young Lu Tianqing is on the top of the head to sacrifice a hideous dragon head virtual image, the dragon has four horns, tentacles like ropes, twisted by flames and thunder, two golden eyes are firmly staring at the only opponent on the field, there is a beast-like ferocity in his eyes, but there is also instinctive fear, for a while, Mo Lin's guardian holy beast, He didn't move forward.

Mu Yuqing just laughed at this, as if he had never taken the Molin people other than Huanglong into his eyes at all.

And this Yueyang envoy, who should have been beheaded by a sword in the blessed land, was standing in front of the burning national treasure at this time, and the rolling heat wave seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, separating from both sides of her side. And Gu Baishi's holy light couldn't stop Mu Yuqing's approaching steps.

Under the ancient white stone, there was a roar of pain and anger.

"You're late!"

Mu Yuqing sneered: "You should be glad that I still came!" The original plan was for you to lure out the national treasure of the Molin people, and then ignite the fire of the spiritual veins to destroy it. As a result, you, this waste, were suppressed by the Molin people, and the fire of the spiritual veins was weakened by half! If I have to do everything myself, where is the need for me to keep you alive? ”

Gu Baishi's voice fell silent for a moment, and then, Mu Yuqing slowly raised his hand.

With the lifting of her arm, the entire Longtai Dingshan began to tremble slightly, this holy relic used to suppress the desolate demons and never die endlessly, at this time, it seemed to have a tendency to rise off the ground under the compulsion of external forces!

And Huanglong rushed to the battlefield at this critical juncture.

The old general did not hesitate at all, his right hand was held outward, and the primordial infant in his body burst out with a roar, and in an instant, dozens of apricot yellow rune papers were born from the void, each rune paper contained a blow that was almost the full force of a Jindan cultivator, and dozens of rune papers were rolled into a yellow and clear spear under Huang Long's order in a blink of an eye!

The yellow dragon roared angrily, and his chest, shoulders, back, and waist ...... The muscles that have been tempered for thousands of years stretch like flowing water, and contract like a crossbow, and in the purest and most direct way, throw the spear that has been condensed by the rune paper!

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color, and the morning glow seemed to be snatched away by a flying spear, leaving only an empty clear sky.

On the other side, Lu Tianqing also immediately saw the opportunity, shouted the edict in his mouth, and forcibly merged his divine thoughts with the dragon head above his head, and forced the instinctive fear of the holy beast with the military soul, and then spewed out a pitch-black thunderbolt from the dragon's mouth, stabbing straight into Mu Yuqing's heart.

There was a talisman spear that changed the color of heaven and earth, and then there was a holy beast punishment thunder that was sent out in formation, but Mu Yuqing seemed to ignore it, just raised his left hand and made a gesture of refusal.

As a result, the talisman spear of the Yellow Dragon and the thunderbolt of the dragon's head were frozen in mid-air, as if time and space had been forcibly suspended at this moment.

After that, Mu Yuqing's left hand was slowly clenched, and with the five fingers closed, the green tendons on the back of the hand also bloomed. At the same time, the cursed spears and thunderbolts frozen in mid-air were like graffiti on paper, twisted into comical shapes with the folds of the paper.

Crash!

There was no sound, but it seemed to shatter the glass space in the void, and the curse spear and thunder turned into powder at the same time, and the resulting backlash was also directly transmitted to the caster.

Lu Tianqing spilled blood on the spot, and fell down without saying a word, Huang Long also snorted, and a knuckle of the little finger of his right hand directly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

But just taking advantage of this moment, Huang Long had already crossed the last part of the journey, and fell straight into the short formation of the Mo Lin Army from mid-air, taking Lu Tianqing's place.

On the other side, Wang Luo naturally stood in front of Huanglong's right side, and naturally integrated into the short formation, existing as a barrier for the eye of the formation.

This amazing battle intuition and formation knowledge made Huang Long stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Okay, let's move forward!" ”

The next moment, Huang Long's footsteps took the lead in moving forward, in front of him and behind him, the rest of the Molin people also followed, people stepped on the blazing land, and the oncoming heat wave seemed to scorch the space and distort it, but every person in the formation firmly maintained their composure, and did not use the slightest true element to resist the high temperature. Instead, he concentrated all his power in the hands of Huang Long.

And Huang Long concentrated everyone's strength in one place, and his right hand was held in the air, so thousands of apricot yellow rune papers poured in from all directions, but they were no longer condensed into weapons, but like moths, to fight the spiritual fire on the ancient white stone!

Everything revolves around Longtai Dingshan, and Huang Long is obviously more able to abide by the rules he has set than anyone else.

Seeing this, Mu Yuqing's calmness on her face also receded slightly, she tried to reach out to stop those flying runes, but found that each rune paper was like a dexterous bird, always able to avoid her direct blow with extremely sharp movements, and thousands of birds pounced down at the same time, Mu Yuqing had to use her hands.

With the movement of her right hand, the apricot yellow rune paper flying all over the sky was finally locked in mid-air, but at the same time, Longtai Dingshan, which had just risen a little bit, also fell down.

At the same time, Wang Luo made his own preparations under the cover of Huanglong in the formation.

Prepare for a game-breaking method overnight, you might as well use it here.

But Huang Long's voice came into his mind at this time.

"Keep your tricks, Mountain Lord! She's not the most critical enemy, it's someone else who needs you to use your special moves! ”

(End of chapter)