Chapter 715: Artifact Spirit

Zhao Jian had already calmed down at this moment, his eyes fixed, and he looked at the white jade pillars around him.

However, as soon as his eyes fell on the surface of the pillar, he felt a sudden flower in front of him. The flowers on the white jade stone pillar seemed to twist and bloom like real flowers, revealing bursts of dazzling colorful colors. streamer.

Looking at those radiant stone pillars, Zhao Jian only felt his head sink, the foreground gradually blurred, and his mind became chaotic.

Looking around again, he saw that the surrounding area was suddenly occupied by ferocious puppets, and they rushed towards him with eye-catching eyes.

"court death!"

Zhao Jian's heart shuddered, and he let out a loud shout. The halberd shot straight out and stabbed at the nearest golden-armored puppet. Large strands of light sprayed out and swept towards the golden-armored puppet densely.

"boom"

These threads of light penetrated through the golden armored puppet's chest in an instant, and it let out a miserable cry, and then fell limply.

"Zhao Jian, what are you doing?" There was a loud shout, but it was the young master Zhuyun who stared at Zhao Jian and shouted.

On Zhao Jian's forehead between the brows, the flesh suddenly turned over, revealing a vertical pupil, from which a silver light shot out.

As soon as the silver light appeared, he woke up immediately, and saw beside Young Master Zhuyun, a disciple of Zhuyun Sword Sect had a big hole in his chest and fell in front of him.

"Don't look at those stone pillars, they are illusion formations." Zhao Jian ignored the scolding of Young Master Zhuyun and shouted.

Before he could finish his words, several disciples from the Holy Land around him suddenly acted like crazy demons. They raised their magical weapons and struck towards the people around them.

Immediately, someone was caught off guard and was hit by the people around him, and was seriously injured.

When other people saw this, they immediately came up to stop them and stopped them, only to find that those people were utterly irrational, and even killed the fellow disciples who tried to stop them.

And before the few people on this side could be stopped, some people on the other side continued to fall into madness.

As more and more people fell into madness, the entire altar was filled with killing sounds and blood flying everywhere.

Among the few people who remained sane, some tried to rush towards the edge of the altar, but found that there was an invisible barrier on the boundary, and it was impossible to pass through.

There were also some people who refused to give up, and flew up into the void above, but disappeared into the darkness, completely disappeared, and couldn't even feel the slightest breath.

Zhao Jian glanced around, taking in all the situations in his eyes. With a shudder in his heart, he flipped his palm and took out a golden jade formula, crushing it into pieces without hesitation.

A vortex of golden light suddenly appeared, and coiled upwards, disappearing from the original place in a roll.

Mo Xi regretted that his eyes were already blood red at this moment, but as an elite of the generation of inner disciples of the Lichen Sect, he naturally had some means, so he still had some reason left at the moment.

He glanced at Wan Hucong and Shui Fengyue who were in a frantic fight around him, and with a sudden wave of his palm, a white jade folding fan circled out immediately, magnified several times.

It opened its mouth and sprayed out a mouthful of blood, and the white jade folding fan immediately turned into blood, and the aura flowed non-stop.

With a wave of Mo Gehui's hand, the light on the folding fan lit up, and the fan suddenly opened, and he immediately jumped up.

There was a flash of bloody light on the fan, and the figure of Mo Linghui disappeared together with the folding fan

On the other side, the young master Zhuyun was chased and killed by three fellow disciples, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he pinched the spell with his left hand, and a golden sword-shaped rune lit up between his brows, from which a golden light suddenly shot out, directly breaking a narrow opening in the void.

One side of his figure passed through the gap and disappeared without a trace.

After these three people left, the altar was completely plunged into a frantic fight, and the gushing blood soon dyed the entire altar floor in blood red.

Somewhere in the sky above the altar, smoke towers hang in the air.

She saw the trapped people escape by various means, but she had no intention of chasing them.

When everyone fled away, her face turned pale, her body suddenly shook, and she barely stood still.

She has just advanced to the highest level of cultivation, forcibly controlling the restrictions in the Kunlun territory, and exerting great supernatural powers, her vitality will naturally be greatly damaged.

Yan Luo closed his eyes and breathed out slowly several times, his face looked better now.

At this moment, a purple figure flashed in front of her, and Zi Ling's figure emerged, bowing down to Yan Luo.

"Master!" Her voice was whimpering

"You are..." Yan Luoxiu frowned, with a look of doubt in her eyes.

Ziling raised her head, with pear blossoms on her face, she smiled, clasped her hands in front of her body, and her body was full of colorful rays of light.

Behind it, a phantom of a seven-colored tree branch emerged, exuding the same aura as that of the Qibao Miaoshu.

"You are Bao'er!" Yan Luo's beautiful eyes lit up, recalling.

"Yes, Master!" Zi Ling said with difficulty concealing her excitement.

A complex look flashed in Yan Luo's eyes, and he reached out to gently stroke her head.

Ziling's tears finally couldn't stop rolling down, and said in a somewhat aggrieved voice: "Master, you are finally back, Bao'er has been so scared and lonely all these years."

"It's okay, I'm back, everything will be fine." Yan Luo stroked Zi Ling's head.

Zi Ling nodded slightly, with a very serious expression on her small face.

"Bao'er, have you been waiting here for my return all these years? What happened in Kunlun back then? What about Ling'er?" Yan Luo asked three questions in one breath.

"Master, after you left Kunlun that year, Zangtai took the opportunity to lead a large number of ancient barbarian troops to invade Kunlun, and the whole journey was overwhelming. In order to protect the Moon Palace, my sister and I left the Qibao Miaoshu without authorization, activated the treasure moon formation, and trapped Zangtai to kill the palace. Middle. In order to find the master, my sister and I came up with the idea of ​​leaving Kunlun in this body, but due to the exhaustion of soul power, we could no longer return to Kunlun to guard the palace. Fortunately, we can take this opportunity to get our wish." Zi Ling Said.

"So that's the case." Yan Luo nodded and sighed.

"Bao'er and sister acted without authorization, which almost caused Baoyue Palace to be guarded, please punish the master." Ziling said, and suddenly bowed down.

As a result, Yan Luo lightly raised one hand, and supported Zi Ling's body with a soft force, and said in his mouth: "You and Ling'er are only thinking about Kunlun, how can I blame you."

"Thank you, master! By the way, what happened after you left Baoyue Palace, why did you come back now? We went to many places to look for you, but we didn't get anything." Zi Ling asked again.

"I can't remember exactly what happened, but it's true that I almost lost my mind. This incident should have something to do with Heavenly Court... Too many things happened during this period, and I didn't recover part of my strength until recently." Yan Luo's expression changed complicatedly, and he finally sighed.

"Heavenly Court!" There was deep anger in Ziling's eyes.

"It's a fluke that I survived this catastrophe and was able to come back from the dead. When my strength recovers, I must seek justice for all the creatures in Kunlun." Yan Luo said word by word.

"Well, Bao'er believes in the master, and will definitely be able to do it. By the way, what about Shi Mu, isn't he with the master?" Zi Ling nodded repeatedly, suddenly thought of something, looked around, and asked.

"I arranged for him to retreat in the palace for a while." Yan Luo said.

"This Shi Mu is also a weird person. When I met him for the first time, I noticed that there was a faint breath of the blood of General White Ape on him, and then..." Zi Ling said.

"This is his choice... perhaps, this is God's will in the dark. Without him, I might still be wandering in the underworld." Yan Luo Youyou said, but then his face paled and his breath fluctuated .

"Master, are you alright?" Zi Ling asked with a face change.

"It's okay, it's just that the vitality was consumed a lot just now, and you'll be fine after a little rest." Yan Luo shook his head and said.

"The master recovers his vitality first, and I will kill those who escaped one by one." Zi Ling said, with a cold light in his eyes.

"No need, the reappearance of Kunlun this time will definitely cause the heavenly court to spy on it. It will not help to eliminate these people. And I think that among the people who entered here, there must be spies from the heavenly court. For the present plan, it is better to restore Strength, for the time being, avoid a direct confrontation with the Heavenly Court." Yan Luo said, with a flash of light in his hand, he took out the Seven Treasure Tree.

Zi Ling was a little bit unwilling, but she still nodded, the colorful rays of light on her body suddenly turned into a ray of light, and merged into the wonderful tree of seven treasures.

The Qibao Miaoshu suddenly burst into light, and countless seven-colored rays of light formed circles of ripples, spreading towards the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, the aura emanating from the Seven Treasures Miaoshu increased sharply. It was lightly slid across the void, and the void immediately shattered layer by layer.

A large swath of colorful rays of light poured into Yan Luo's body, her tired face recovered quickly, and her vitality seemed to be replenished with a few breaths.

Yan Luo looked at Baoyue Palace, with complex expressions in his eyes, and gently waved the Qibao Miaoshu with his plain hand.

A large area of ​​colorful rays of light emerged around Baoyue Palace, wrapping Baoyue Palace inside.

The next moment, with a flash of colorful sunlight, Baoyue Palace slowly melted into the void and disappeared.

After finishing these, with a wave of Yan Luoyu's hand, the Qibao Miaoshu melted into the body in a flash, without a trace.

Then a black light flashed on her body, and a square magic weapon flew out, which was the Falling Immortal Platform.

It turned into a black light, hovering in the open space between the white jade pillars below, and immediately sucked the corpses of a large number of dead and injured disciples into it.

Then Yan Luo swiped with one hand, and a crack appeared in the void. He took a step and flew into the Necromancer interface, and the space crack disappeared immediately.

Outside the Kunlun Secret Realm, several streaks of light flew out in a panic, and stopped when they got to the outside. Several figures appeared, none other than Zhao Jian, the young master of the Chasing Cloud Sword Sect, and Mo Xihui three people.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that no one was chasing after them.

"Mu Yi! Several talented disciples from my Qinglan Holy Land killed you! This Zhao will not let it go!" Zhao Jian looked at the young master of the Chasing Cloud Sword Sect and said angrily.

"Hmph! You young villain, file a complaint first. Five of my disciples from the Cloud-chasing Sword Sect were killed by your own hands. I saw it with my own eyes. This feud is irreconcilable!" Mu Yi was furious when he heard this.

Mo Gehui's face was also extremely ugly, but he didn't say much.

Just now they were shrouded in prohibition and killed each other. Although they were under the illusion, almost everyone had the blood of the other two holy land disciples on their hands. This is an indisputable fact.

He watched with his own eyes that all the major disciples of the Lichen Sect's various contemplation masters were buried here, and he was the only one left. How would he explain to the Holy Master and the elders after he left.

Zhao Jian and Mu Yi glared at each other, but they didn't make a move after all, and each chose a direction to walk.

Mo Ge regret also went in the same direction.

In the flight, Zhao Jian turned his head to look at the two behind him, but there was a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, and he strode forward.

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