In the lobby of Momei Villa, the Northern Meditation Cultivator was still reminiscing about the previous battle.

It's not just the battle of Qu Youyuan that he saw with the naked eye.

Although he couldn't see the process of the fall of the other two holy envoys, they didn't take action against Qu Youyuan, and Yi Wuxing didn't appear after his death, which was enough to prove that they were no longer in this world.

He was 100% sure that this battle between the Holy Pavilion and Momei Villa would be recorded in the history of the cultivation world, and it would still be looked up to after a thousand years.

As a witness to this war, he witnessed the picture of Qu Youyuan killing Yi Wuxing in one go, and his heart was yearning, but it was also heavy.

He looked out the window.

The original thriving Memerin is gone, and nothing remains of the land.

Dilapidated and desolate.

Even if it's a victory, it's just a pyrrhic victory.

He sighed softly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The sky in the distance, it seems to have some distortion?

He wasn't sure, but the moment he blinked, the scene in front of him had completely shattered into countless small pieces, as if smashed glass.

Pieces of shattered scenery are all spaces that have been blasted open.

It was the scene formed by the bombardment of the large array of Momei Mountain Villa guarding the lobby.

Bei Ming Xiu only felt that the sea of knowledge was turning over the river and the sea, and there was already blood flowing out of his mouth and nose, even if the cold and dark sword soul suppressed it with all its strength and the protection of the spring, it could not reduce this churn by half a point.

When the chaos in his sea finally dissipated, he found himself sitting on the ground, still a little drowsy, and when he looked out the window, it was only pitch black.

That's the color of the ink.

Mo Qingzheng tried to help him up, but seeing that he was still awake, his expression relaxed a lot, and said, "How is it?"

"It should be fine. The Northern Meditation Cultivator calmed down, felt the flow of the spring in the sea of consciousness, knew that the problem was not big, and then looked around, and found that there were four disciples of Momei Mountain Villa who fell to the ground like him.

The difference is that their seven orifices are bleeding, their origin spiritual power has dissipated, and they are no longer alive.

But just now, one of them was still showing off to him that he had been guided by Qu Youyuan, but now he had become a corpse with residual warmth.

He remembered that the four disciples of Momei Mountain Villa were all cultivated.

He didn't have time to think about what had happened before, because there was a loud noise inside the lobby.

Mr. Wen Liu slammed the door tightly, spitting blood, and with some trembling manipulation of Lingmo completely blocking the lobby, he shouted, "Retreat inside!"

"Third Senior Brother, you are the same!"

Feng Liangjie was helpless, trembling towards the inside of the hall, and a frightened disciple of Momei Villa saw this and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

The other disciples of Momei Mountain Villa were obviously frightened, and some of them hurriedly carried the injured four disciples away.

Bei Mingxiu stood up with Mo Qing's support, and Mo Yuan's slightly immature and eager voice had already reached his ears: "Sister, Zhou Han, hurry up!"

Bei Mingxiu smiled helplessly, and retreated to the back of the hall with the current, but there was a trace of indelible fear in his heart.

If he hadn't been guarded by the spring, I'm afraid he would have died by now.

can actually break through the big array of Momei Villa and kill people, how powerful must the person who shot it?

It was then that he saw another picture that he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Mr. Wen Liu wiped the blood from his face, and his cuffs were red.

She gritted her teeth, opened the door, and strode out.

Mo Qing Moyuan's sister and brother's faces changed greatly, and they said in a lost voice: "Mother!"

Feng Liangjie shook his head helplessly.

The sixth junior sister is still the sixth junior sister.

The sixth senior sister who usually fishes and paddles, can take a moment of leisure and never gets up a second early.

The sixth junior sister who was forced to be anxious and had a temper that was more horizontal than Qu Youyuan.

He couldn't stop it, and he didn't want to stop it.

In other words, if he didn't have the spiritual ink hanging down on the beam by his side, he also wanted to go out together and face the terrifying existence.

"Stay well, I'll go back as soon as I go. ”

With Mr. Wen Liu's heroic words, the door closed again.

Only a few drops of spiritual ink flowing from the tip of the pen were shot out by the leaking wind, smashing against the wall next to the door, blooming dazzling ink flowers.

......

"What a big array. ”

In the middle of the air, a white-haired old man praised from the bottom of his heart.

Beside him, another old man agreed: "It is worthy of Wen Xingyao's handwriting." ”

Previously, the two of them aimed at the best lobby protected by the big array, but they failed to destroy the big array of Momei Villa cleanly, leaving only a gap. Reading the book

It was a bit of a surprise to them, but it didn't hurt either.

Because they are the strongest Heavenly Venerable and Earth Venerable of the Holy Pavilion.

It's just a big array, and it can't stop them at all.

The Heavenly Venerable looked down on the Momei Villa, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes when he saw the gradually falling picture.

And when he saw through the entire Momei Villa, the disappointment in his eyes was even greater.

How can you be trapped by such a low-level trick that confuses people's minds?

I can't even pinch a few ants to death, and I give away the engraving in my hand?

The Heavenly Venerable's two white beards couldn't stop jumping, and then he waved his hand.

A crack appeared in the large array of Momei Villa again, which was particularly dazzling in the setting sun.

The Earth Venerable sighed, not knowing whether it was the disappointment expressed by these Holy Pavilion disciples, or the silence he had previously observed for this mountain villa.

He was about to make a move when there was an angry shout from the ground.

"The bearded old thief, dare to be presumptuous here!"

When the two Venerable Ones heard this, they had no joy or sorrow, but just calmly looked down, as if they were watching the clown's performance.

Two more rifts were added to the array.

Qu Youyuan's face was full of anger, he took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and shouted, "Formation!"

There is a formation in Momei Villa, and the people in the formation can gather the spiritual ink in the eye of the formation, and pour everyone's cultivation into the person who occupies the eye of the formation.

In the last battle with the Sword Demon back then, they handed over all their power to Shang Yunjian, laying a solid foundation for the final sword.

At this moment, it is Qu Youyuan who wants to make this sharp sword.

His injuries were severe, and his meridians were showing signs of depletion, but no one objected.

None of them are in very good shape, and he is the fourth senior brother.

Wei Sheng sat upright on the ground, the Ming Fengqin flowed out of her sleeve and landed firmly on her lap, and the clear sound of the qin sounded with the spirit ink, like an empty mountain bird.

"You can't do it without trying. Ming Dao looked at the two indifferent old men in the air, and said, "This face is really bad." ”

He pulled out the scabbard at his waist, and countless small spiritual ink swords flew out of it, merging with Wei Sheng's piano sound.

The Huaqing Sword and the Ink Dragon Inkstone also flew up with the ink.

Yan Cheng didn't speak, he waved his hand to summon the ink pool water, and with a stroke of the pen, the pool water swallowed up the previously gathered spiritual ink, and the color gradually turned black. It hovered in the air like a giant ball of ink.

Mr. Wen Liu finally arrived at this time, and recalled the pure world from the air, and at the same time, the spiritual ink around his body was poured into the ink ball without hesitation.

"Sixth Senior Sister, why are you ......?"

Without waiting for Mingdao to finish asking, Mr. Wen Liu interrupted: "What, you are allowed to work hard here?"

Ming Dao smiled and shook his head, squeezed the last drop of spiritual ink out of the scabbard, and nodded, "Yes." ”

Qu Youyuan glanced at Mr. Wen Liu, didn't say anything, and crashed into the ink ball.

A pitch-black ink dragon appeared in the ink ball.

Qu Youyuan roared angrily, harnessing this ink dragon with his body, and rushed in the direction of the Heavenly Venerable and the Earth Venerable.

At the very front of the ink dragon, four somewhat broken lights and shadows emerged.

It is the four-elephant marking.

Although in addition to the White Tiger Seal, the other three Seals were all just taken from the hands of the Three Holy Envoys and have not yet been refined, at this time, forcibly driving at this time can at least provide one more guarantee.

The ink dragon rushed out of the large array of Momei Villa, and the dragon's body seemed to be plated with a layer of silver light.

That was the power that was continuously injected into it, the power of the Great Array of Momei Villa.

Qu Youyuan roared wildly, and the ink dragon swayed upwards and soared straight into the nine skies.

In front of it, it seemed that even the two Venerables of Heaven and Earth of the Holy Pavilion were just a small speck of dust.

The strings broke, the piano stopped suddenly, Wei Sheng wiped away the sweat that couldn't stop flowing on his face, and smiled at Ming Dao, who collapsed and fell to the ground on the side.

The Huaqing Sword and the Molong Inkstone fell to the ground, and their brilliance dimmed.

Mr. Wen Liu turned his back to prevent his fellow disciples from seeing her coughing up blood, and he couldn't help but aim into the air, with expectation and worry in his eyes.

Yan Cheng's eyelids drooped greatly, and he looked at the flying ink dragon in the air.

And at the head of the ink dragon, Qu Youyuan controlled the power of the ink dragon on the one hand, and stared at the Heavenly Venerable and the Earth Venerable on the other, the expression on his face was extremely serious, extremely serious, and the angry waves were all over his body, and he was ready to fight for his life.

The ink dragon moves the sky.

This is their last attack.

It's also the strongest attack they can do right now.

If it is successful, the overall situation will be determined.

If you lose, you will die and there is no place to bury.