Although everyone was a little scared, none of them retreated.

They united closely and faced this powerful enemy together. Luo Xiaoyu said angrily: "Bah! If you want to grab something, go and be your dream of spring and autumn!"

Grandma Lin was even more angry and trembled all over. She pointed to the dark hermit's nose and scolded angrily: "You evil thief! You dare to attack our treasures. It's so conscientious! Everyone can't let him succeed together!"

A sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of the dark hermit's mouth. He waved the wand in his hand, and the low voice was like a summoning from hell: "Since that's the case, don't blame me..."

The Dark Hermit's wand swept out, and a black light rushed out like a poisonous snake, heading straight for everyone.

The light twisted the air and made a sharp roar, creepy.

Everyone exclaimed and scattered to avoid it. Blacksmith Zhao roared angrily and swung the heavy hammer in his hand towards the black light.

There was only a loud "clang" sound, and the hammer collided with the black light, causing a dazzling spark.

Zhao Blacksmith's mouth shattered, his arms numb, he staggered back a few steps, and looked at the seemingly unscathed black light in horror.

Seeing this, Liehuo, who was watching, couldn't help but widen his eyes and took a breath.

Seeing this, the man in white flashed with cold light in his eyes, his hands quickly formed seals, and he muttered something in his mouth.

A dazzling golden light burst out from his palm, stabbing at the dark hermit like a sharp sword.

The Dark Hermit sneered, flashed his body, and gently avoided the golden light attack.

The golden light fell and hit a huge rock behind it. The gravel splashed and dust filled the sky.

"A little trick!" The Dark Hermit's voice was hoarse and harsh, full of disdain.

At this moment, the mysterious old man who had been silent suddenly moved.

He slowly raised his thin palm and looked at the rune elves beside him. The two of them released a powerful force at the same time.

The two forces converge and merge to form a dazzling wave of light, rushing towards the dark hermit like a surging tide.

Wherever the light wave passes, the air ripples and makes a humming low sound.

The dark hermit's face changed slightly, and he obviously felt the power of this power.

Luo Xiaoyu couldn't dodge and was wiped from the middle of her legs by the dark hermit's black magic. She let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground.

She covered her injured leg and moaned in pain, her face pale.

Seeing this, Xiaohong was anxious and wanted to rush over, but Grandma Lin grabbed her.

"Don't be impulsive, it's too dangerous to go there now!" Grandma Lin persuaded anxiously.

Everyone was distracted because they were worried about Luo Xiaoyu, so the Dark Hermit took the opportunity to launch an attack.

Several black lights flashed, everyone was covered in wounds, and blood penetrated their clothes.

The air was filled with blood, and the atmosphere was extremely depressed.

Doctor Zhang anxiously wanted to step forward to treat Luo Xiaoyu, but was blocked by an invisible magic barrier.

Elder Chen, who had been taciturn, suddenly stood up.

His weather-beaten face was now full of perseverance, which was completely different from his usual kindness.

He slowly walked to the front of everyone with a crutch, his eyes as if he was like a torch, and he looked directly at the Dark Hermit. His voice was old but loud, with a hint of unquestionable majesty. "Dark Hermit, do you know the origin of this ancient scroll? It seals the evil power of ancient times. Once released, it will cause disaster to the creatures!"

Elder Chen’s story was like a thunder thunder, exploding in the silent remains.

The Dark Hermit was slightly stunned, a trace of doubt flashed in his greedy gaze, obviously surprised by the old man's words.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Elder Chen carefully, as if he wanted to see through what trick he was playing.

Just as the Dark Hermit was distracted, Elder Chen suddenly moved.

He walked slowly towards the dark hermit with a crutch, with each step carrying a special rhythm, like an ancient sacrificial ritual.

As he approached the Dark Hermit, his eyes flashed with light, he muttered words, his hands formed a strange seal, and a soft light burst out from his palm, hitting the Dark Hermit instantly.

The Dark Hermit was caught off guard and was hit by this light. His body trembled suddenly, and he staggered back a few steps, with an incredible look on his face.

Seeing this, everyone exclaimed in surprise and looked at Elder Chen, who was usually inconspicuous.

Seeing this, the man in white flashed with a cold light in his eyes. He looked at the mysterious old man and the rune spirit. The three of them were in tune with each other and took action at the same time.

The man in white quickly formed seals with his hands, and a dazzling golden light soared into the sky, gathering together with the powerful forces released by the mysterious old man and the rune elves, forming an energy wave that ruined the world, like a roaring beast, crashing into the dark hermit.

The dark hermit avoided it and was hit by the energy wave head-on. A sharp pain came from his chest, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, dyeing the black robe red, and his breath instantly became sluggish.

Seeing this, everyone cheered and filled with joy of victory.

The dark hermit, however, the man in white, the mysterious old man and the rune elves, did not give him any chance and chased him closely.

Everyone also followed, and they seemed to feel the power surging in their bodies. Everyone was full of fighting spirit and vowed to completely defeat this evil person.

The joy of victory was filled with the air, the smell of smoke from the battle and a faint smell of blood, and the pride of protecting the treasure.

Xiaohong wanted to help Luo Xiaoyu up with heartache, but saw her suddenly...

Xiaohong carefully tore off Luo Xiaoyu's trouser legs, revealing a shocking wound. The red blood mixed with the soil made her feel distressed.

She blew the wound gently, for fear of hurting Luo Xiaoyu, her eyes were full of gratitude and care, "It's all my fault that I failed to protect you in time, does it hurt?" Luo Xiaoyu grinned, showed a slightly pale smile, and endured the pain to comfort Xiaohong, "It's okay, what's this little injury? Look at me, you're not alive!" Her tone was still so straightforward and reckless, but with a hint of imperceptible weakness.

The man in white stepped forward and picked up Luo Xiaoyu with a hand. His movements were as gentle as treating a fragile treasure. His gentle eyes fell on Luo Xiaoyu's face, as if he was about to melt her. "You silly girl, you are hurt and still showing off." Xiaohong looked at them, her lips raised slightly, and showed a gratifying smile. This warm scene made everyone feel the beauty of friendship and love.

Everyone smiled at each other, and the tension in their hearts also dissipated, and their relationship seemed to be more harmonious.

Just when everyone thought the danger was lifted and they breathed a sigh of relief, something happened suddenly.

The ancient scroll suddenly emitted a dazzling light, as dazzling as the sun, completely covering Xiaohong's figure.

The light was hot and mysterious, and there were also strands of golden runes mixed in it, as if it contained some ancient power.

Everyone exclaimed,

In the light, Xiaohong felt that her consciousness seemed to have been pulled away from her body, and everything around her became blurred, replaced by bizarre scenes.

She seemed to have seen the towering ancient altar, the mysterious priest in feathered clothes, and countless twisted and painful faces.

Those scenes flashed through her mind like a lantern, causing her to have a splitting headache and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. Xiaohong tried hard to catch something, but those scenes disappeared in an instant without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

Everyone could only look at Xiaohong in the light. They were anxious and helpless, but they could not know what Xiaohong saw.

At this moment, Xiaohong's originally slightly frown brows stretched out, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, but her eyes were filled with unprecedented firmness...

The dazzling white light swallowed Xiaohong. Everyone stretched out their hands in horror, trying to touch the light curtain, but was bounced away by an invisible force.

Luo Xiaoyu was closest to her, and was shocked and staggered a few steps, almost falling to the ground.

She exclaimed, watching the light grow stronger and stronger, and finally formed a huge light cocoon, completely wrapping Xiaohong in it.

The light cocoon was filled with golden runes, as bright and dark as if it was breathing, mysterious and weird.

"Xiaohong!" Luo Xiaoyu shouted with a thrill of fear and worry.

The others were not much better. They were anxiously circling around the light cocoon, but they were helpless.

"What should I do? What's going on?" Liehuo scratched his ears and his rough face was covered in sweat.

"Don't panic first," Elder Chen stroked his beard and tried to calm down. "I remember that there was a similar situation recorded in ancient books. Maybe you can try it with the 'Breaking Light Curse'."

"Breaking the Light Curse? That is an extremely dangerous forbidden technique. If you are not careful, you will hurt the trapped person!" Zhang Langzhong immediately objected, "Miss Xiaohong's situation is unknown now. It is too risky to use the Breaking the Light Curse rashly!"

"Dr. Zhang, life is at stake, how can you worry so much?" Elder Chen's tone became tougher, "It's better than waiting!"

The two were arguing, and the atmosphere around them became tense.

The man in white frowned and stepped forward and said, "You two are a little restless. The most important thing now is to figure out the nature of this light cocoon and make a decision."

"Speak lightly," Zhao Blacksmith said in a muffled voice, "Miss Little Red is still in there and her life and death is uncertain. How can we have time to study it slowly?"

"That's right, Mr. White, what's the best way?" Grandma Lin also spoke. Although she was old, she had unquestionable majesty in her voice.

Everyone talked and each other, and the scene was in chaos.

Grandma Lin sighed heavily and raised her voice: "It's all quiet! What's the use of quarrel now? Let's hear what the young master in white said first."

Everyone then calmed down and their eyes were focused on the man in white.

He pondered for a moment and was about to speak, suddenly, a few dazzling light shot out from the light cocoon...

Several dazzling rays of light shot out from the light cocoon like sharp swords, and were so fast that they were unexpectedly fast.

Everyone couldn't hide and were hit.

The blacksmith Zhao was the first to be hit. His thick arms were swept by the light, and his skin was bursting with flesh and blood.

He let out a painful roar, his eyes were bloodshot, and he waved the hammer in his hand angrily, rushing towards the light cocoon desperately, trying to smash it.

However, before he could get closer, several rays of light wrapped around his body like a spiritual snake, tightly bound him in the air.

He struggled desperately, but to no avail, and could only moan in pain.

Seeing this, Liehuo wanted to come forward to help, but was forced back by the light. He could only watch Zhao Blacksmith tortured by the light, and was extremely anxious.

"My evil! Don't be crazy!" An old and majestic voice sounded, and an old man with a long hair and a young face appeared in front of everyone at some point.

He held an ancient wooden stick in his hand, and the staff was carved with complex runes and emitted a faint golden light.

Next to the old man, a beautiful woman wearing colorful clothes and transparent wings appeared behind her.
To be continued...