The disciples of the sect sitting in the magic circle closed their eyes, and the terrifying spiritual turbulence broke out on the top of the mountain. If they were not protected by the runes of the ancient formation, the fluctuations of this level of turbulence were enough to destroy and kill them!

Rumble--!

The shock sound resounded between the sea and the sky for a long time, and the waves were raised on the sea surface. At this moment, the fog-covered walls that covered Miluo dispersed, revealing the vast sea surface and the glazed sky. The elder Qingyi, who received Li Xi'an, was not wrong. These substances were indeed used as protection for Miluo, but not only as high walls that divide the world and Miluo, but also as a sharp sword to kill the enemy if necessary.

"It's over?" The young man looked up and looked at the vast sword energy of light.

At this moment, the mountain top was filled with clouds and mist, but every wisp of air was a terrifying sword.

"Hu——" The burly man sat on the magic circle with his strength and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's time to end it? You must know that this magic circle almost pulled me into a mummy. I see that among so many people, you are not very serious. After all, your spiritual energy, according to the sect leader, is a monster, a human-shaped spirit beast."

"Didn't you say you wanted to meet the invading enemy before? So now I can't wait to end it?" the woman smiled.

"That's different!" The big man waved his hand quickly.

"This is not the same? Seeing this does not mean that I really want to fight the invading creature. In order to invade Mira, the two sect masters can also make the two sect masters take this posture, a thousand years or ten thousand years, how long hasn't been met. The old dragon is just two sect masters personally attacked and went deep into the ocean to kill. Many younger generations don't even know about this."

The young man smiled, "Then I'm afraid this matter will be remembered for a long time."

Looking down, many disciples have lost their strength.

Their spiritual energy was consumed, and they didn't even have the strength to look up at the top of the mountain.

In the bottom and center temple, the old woman sat cross-legged and breathed a breath of turbid air. At this moment, her decline was even more obvious. She had lived with the old man for nearly ten thousand years, and had already reached the limit of the extreme palace realm. She could still exist only by relying on Mira's magical powers. After this battle, regardless of whether she was victorious or not, she and the old man might have left.

The spiritual energy was soothing, and the old woman was regulating her breathing.

"But...it's over." she said.

As the Lord of Mira said, so what if the other party was once Zhenyi? This is Mira, no matter how powerful he is, he is just a famous emperor.

"Huh?" Suddenly, a strange wave spread, which made the old woman stunned. She suddenly looked up and stared at the dragon crutch in the dojo. The crutch was trembling!

"Boom--!" The vast fog was decreasing rapidly, like sunlight appeared, and the fog naturally melted. A long hideous red tail swept across the mountain top and disappeared in an instant.

Some disciples did not stand firm without any defense. Because of exhaustion of spiritual energy, they fell from the magic circle and smashed to the ground, smashed to pieces!

The vibration and roar became clearer and clearer, and more and more disciples fell, like dumplings, embellishing blood flowers in the Miluo Mountain Gate one by one!

"Get up!" the old woman roared.

"All the disciples obey orders and set up a formation!"

If the formation does not take off, with the help of the formation, I still don’t know how many people will be killed or injured in this strange fluctuation!

The inner disciples below clasped their hands together, took the pills, injected the only spiritual energy into the magic array, maintaining the stability of the formation.

"Get up!" Elder Sifang ordered.

"What's going on?" The young man frowned, he raised his hand, and the spiritual weapon saved a disciple who was about to fall. He looked upwards, and there was a golden light dissipating in the fog!

"Sustain the formation!" he shouted.

"This is the last chance. If you take pills, you will not be able to recover your spiritual energy in a short period of time." The woman said worriedly, "The Sect Master and the others..."

"Control ourselves! The sect leader has never made us worry, let alone Mr. Yang on it." The burly man got up from the magic circle and sat cross-legged, with his spiritual energy swelling.

The stability of the magic circle made everyone feel relieved for a moment.

But it was only a moment.

They heard the chanting sound, the tide of chanting, chanting a name! Through the barrier of the magic circle, they penetrated into their souls and drove them away!

When people looked up, they could see the fog sword light completely melting, a bronze tripod floating in the air, and thousands of worship figures appeared in the cauldron. They worshiped the same illusory and blurry green mountains. On the green mountains, the nine heavens of rivers fell, standing in the palace in the sky!

A huge palm isolated the light.

The golden color is like cast of gold. The palms cover the sky and are still extending, the arms, shoulders, and the head without any facial features. This statue of god standing tall rose from the clouds, held the hilt of a long sword in his right hand, and the sword tip fell into the sea, splitting the ocean current and drawing out of the abyss!

"Fa...fa?" Young people are unsteady in their words.

"Tianyi? Is the creature who invaded Mira...a ancestor?"

"Are you kidding? Zu? Shinichi? Our enemy is... a Shinichi? In this world, does Shinichi actually exist?"

Miluo was dead silent.

Facing the most brilliant light in this world, their minds were shrouded in darkness. What are they doing? Being an enemy of a true self?

The red dragon shadow lies in the sky, and Li Xi'an lowered his head and looked down at the various forms of all living beings.

He let go of the Eight Passes of Taihang and threw a head into the sea at will. This was the head of the old dragon, the spirit of the artifact, which had most of its consciousness. He helped him to free himself and gave him death. The other arm exerted force to crush the body of the old dragon that had lost its head. The crackling sound was silent and now it was like a soul-catching song!

"Puff--" The old man's blood stained red with white robe.

This is his natal weapon. Now, the dragon is broken, and the crutch is broken! His bright pupils suddenly dimmed, and his breath is rapidly declining.

The old woman was shocked. Her turbid eyes were full of the golden and brilliant statue of gods. It stood in the sea and sky, like an ancient god that has lasted forever. This is... Has this world lost its ancestor that has never been seen in millions of years?

She slowly stretched out her withered hands, as if she was praying.

The Lord of Mira stood on the top of the mountain to support the declining old man. He stared at the golden statue, his eyes full of reluctance.

Miro...will he be ruined in his hands?

No……

The man shook his head.

He couldn't let the other party take Mount Miluo!

This is not only the future of Mira, but also the future of this world! In the inheritance of Mira's sect leader, Mira is mentioned that Mira is the dragon vein in this world, the birthplace and support of spiritual energy. If Mira is lost, this world will be endless darkness and the road to cultivation will be cut off!

The man took a deep breath and stood up, and he straightened his waist.

But the ending seems to be destined in what manner he faces the statue.

"Boom--!" The statue raised its long sword, and the sound of the sword body passing through the sea was dull and thunder. The world suddenly became dim, and only the light of this golden statue flashed, as if it was the only one.

Everyone was shrouded under the sword light.

The man noticed that this brilliant statue had only the upper body and the lower body was just illusory.

Ancestor...is not complete!

"There is still a chance...Mila's ancestors! In this world, we cannot lose Mila! In this world, are you indifferent? Ah!" The man spread his arms, roared, and screamed. His white robe was stained with blood, and he was no longer the appearance of the solemn Lord of Mila.
Chapter completed!