The other side.

The gray mist suddenly came, and the sense of reality carried by the earth on it decreased sharply, but Cheng Biting Jin and Xiao Jing's breaking action did not stop there. On the contrary, as the gray mist spread, the origin of the four clans that had originally leaked out of the gap in the formation was inexplicably eliminated, but instead their resistance to exercise was greatly reduced, and the swing speed of the blade increased instead of decreasing, and the gap had expanded from the size of the original fingernail to more than a hundred times, enough to poke into it with one hand.

Regardless of the cost, the output of the power to expand the gap, such an action has lasted for an hour, if it were placed on a normal day, such an overdraft would have exhausted the two masters, but since the surrounding environment turned into gray fog, their original almost bottomed out power has been re-energized in an instant. Such a strange thing naturally makes them strange, but the top priority is not here, Cheng Yanjin and Xiao Jing didn't have too much exploration, and even Cheng Yanjin, who likes to make a fuss, only encouraged Xiao Jing in his spare time by waving his long sword: "Xiao Jing, this gray mist is obviously a magical power made by the little doll of the Wang family, so as to help us break the formation." Work harder, and then show him well after rescuing your old-fashioned master. ”

Xiao Jing only replied briefly: "Obey." ”

At this moment, a calm voice cut through the gray mist and drilled into the ears of the two masters: "With your cultivation, it is indeed not easy to destroy the Six Realms Trapped Spirit Array to this point, so leave it to me next." ”

This voice was calm and steady, and there was no joy or sorrow, but without knowing the enemy or me, Cheng Yanjin still couldn't help but be vigilant: "Who?"

At the moment of questioning, the long sword slashed down several more times, making the gap in the Six Realms Trapped Spirit Array a little wider.

A blue light blocked in front of Xiao Jing, and with a soft push, it had pushed him away.

"It's just help, don't be careful. ”

Before Cheng Biting Jin could make a move, another voice sounded, and then, the strength of the Ghost Ancestor of the World was inexplicably dissipated, and the burly body retreated a few feet away.

Cheng Yanjin stared at the sudden brown light in front of him: "You guys are here too?"

"Naturally. ”

Replacing the two dominant positions, the tone of "heaven" and "earth" was calm, but he did not make immediate movements, but stood opposite to each other, facing the gap in the formation that had begun to repair itself.

"Although it was inspired, but to be able to create such a formation, it seems that there are many wizards in the Heng Clan. ”

"The sword is not the right way after all. ”

"Huh. ”

"Tian" smiled without saying a word, stretched out one hand, and grabbed the edge of the gap: "We forcibly break the formation with a cultivation that the Heng clan will never be able to achieve, and we are not afraid of others laughing at the strong and bullying the weak?"

"The result of the conspiracy to blame Xi is to be broken by others who rely on the strong and the weak, what is the pity?"

"Earth" also lightly pressed the edge of the gap, adding even more disdain to the harsh words, dragging back with one hand, the void space was shattered again, and the gap in the formation had expanded again because of this simple action.

Seeing this unbelievable scene, Cheng Biting Jin's eyes widened, and his big hand couldn't help but slap his face: "The Creation Sage? This is the Creation Sage? The results that we have achieved with great effort, it is better for them to pull it casually? Stinky boy, stinky boy, what kind of magical power do you have?"

"Heaven" replied on behalf of Tang Ling: "Without him, it is just the result of cultivating to a high level and different avenues." ”

With the help of the Creation Sage, the gap in the formation expanded to the size of a portal in a moment, enough to accommodate several people to enter and exit at the same time, and the white light in the gap that was originally like a firefly was now filled all around, only a weak and tired voice was heard, and a faint voice came from the gap: "'Heaven', is there still 'earth'? Why are you coming?"

"Earth" replied coldly: "If we can't wait, can we let your friends waste a lot of effort and return in vain?"

There was silence in the gap.

"They shouldn't have come. ”

When Cheng Yanjin heard this, he suddenly felt that the nameless fire was on fire, and he was about to choke on words, but unexpectedly, Xiao Jing had already spoken first: "Master cured me of my stubborn illness and passed on my skills, now that you are trapped here, if Xiao Jing ignores it, won't he become an ungrateful person?"

“......”

There was silence again.

"Dead fatty, I'm afraid you'll scold me for being hypocritical as soon as you open your mouth, right?"

The complaint in his stomach was preemptively broken, and Cheng Biting Jin snorted repeatedly: "I just want to beat you up now! Everyone will do their best to save your husband and wife, but in the end, you will only get a disgust from you, and you won't let me scold you for being hypocritical?"

"Yes, yes, Lu Guogong is sharp-eyed, and his grievances are clear, so he is offended. Tang Ling didn't seem to intend to bite the gold with Cheng, "It's just right that you guys are here, and the villagers are just in your care." ”

Without waiting for everyone to reply, the white light in the gap in the formation was great, and I saw that the figures tightly wrapped by the lock ice had been sent out of the Six Realms Trapped Spirit Array, which was the townsfolk who Tang Lingyun'er rescued from her self-writer that day.

When Cheng Yanjin and Xiao Jing saw these delirious survivors, they were stunned for a moment, and then their hands were clenched tightly unconsciously, trying their best to suppress the anger in their hearts. They had all lingered in the town and sighed for the simple folk customs of the villagers, but now only a few dozen of the nearly 1,000 residents have escaped their bad luck, which makes the two rulers mourn.

"Earth" is not so sentimental: "'Spirit', do you plan to trap yourself in the array?"

"Hehe, what I want in my heart at this moment, I'm afraid that you, who have never really set foot in mortal worlds, can't understand it?"

In the last sentence, the gap in the formation has reappeared to repair itself, and the white light has also begun to weaken gradually, obviously Tang Ling unilaterally cut off communication in the formation. "Earth" snorted coldly again, and he was about to break the formation again: "Even if it can be understood, I'm afraid I can't accept it, what's the reason, let's wait for you to explain it to me in person after you come out." ”

Before the "earth" skill was moved, a palm was already on his shoulder, and the "heaven" said quietly: "'Spirit' insists like this, it should be for Yun'er, right?"

There was no response from the gap in the formation.

Probably already aware of the weight of Tang Ling's obsession, the "earth" sighed, and let go of the gap no longer widened, allowing it to start repairing: "I didn't expect that our initial worries would actually become a prophecy, could it be that the appearance of one soul and four bodies will indeed bring calamity to this world, and even we will not be spared?"

"Worried?Your Creation Sage has great powers, will you still be worried?" Cheng Yanjin was very dissatisfied with the two Sages giving up halfway, and beckoned Xiao Jing with a long sword in his hand, "Xiao Jing, let's do it, pull the stinky boy out of the formation and ask him about the ins and outs." ”

"Tian" didn't move, but just asked: "Ghost Ancestor, you were also a mortal, have you ever heard of the saying 'heroes are sad to pass the beauty pass'?"

"What?"

At this moment, the Six Realms are trapped in the Spirit Array.

As Wang Yueyao said, the Six Realms Trapped Spirit Array borrowed the power of heaven and earth and used Yun'er's soul as the eye of the array, leading the origin of the four clans to open up an independent space. Now, the spirit of creation, weakened by the prohibition and backlash on his body, is trapped in a void of chaos, his head is not up to the sky, his feet are not on the ground, like a drowned corpse in water, drifting with the tide, except for a small wound in the palm of his left hand, which is oozing pure white blood point by point, quietly nourishing the soul of the array of eyes Yun'er.