Chapter 968 Xuantian Zhan

The wind is blowing, and the clouds are gloomy.

After the demon lord pulled out the stator of this sea of ​​demon breath, the entire demon land surged like waves.

The demonic aura that was originally imprisoned in this area suddenly lost control at this time, intertwined and collided, forming how many terrifying strong winds, hula la blowing over the heads of the people, in this gale, countless monsters were swept up, involuntarily, flying outward with the scattered demonic aura, the entire battlefield has become chaotic due to this sudden gust of wind...

In this battlefield, even the countless immortal monks are extremely difficult at this time. Those with low cultivation bases can't stop their stature. Even the huge dharma boats are smashed into each other by the strong wind, creaking.

"Haha, if you want my demon land to be destroyed, I will let your Tianyuan have no peace..."

The voice of the demon lord resounded above the sky and among the nether world.

No one knows where he really is, let alone where he will flee with this endless magic breath...

Because the final preparation of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Great Formation of Immortals and Demons has been seen through and broken by the Demon Land for some reason, so no matter how strong the current Immortal Dao is, it cannot strictly control these monsters. It is conceivable that this time the siege failed. These monsters will flee in all directions, and the Demon Lord will hide.

Thinking of this, I don't know how many people looked anxious.

But at this moment, in the void in the south, there was a faint wave of Dao Yun coming over.

At the beginning, it was like a faintly bright white light, and later, it was like a white veil, and as the aggregate got closer, this piece of white veil was still expanding, like a cloud spreading, covering the wider and wider sky...

In this world filled with endless black smoke, this kind of Dao Yun appeared, which made everyone startled.

Countless gazes all turned their heads and looked towards the southern sky.

"Tianyuan has more important things to do, so I don't have the time to play games with you all the time..."

In that piece of white light, came a flat voice.

Immortal disciples with low cultivation levels looked over at this time, and could only see a vast expanse of whiteness, which could not be seen clearly at all, while those with high cultivation bases could already see at this time, in the white light, stood a middle-aged man wearing hexagram robes. Said that he himself is heaven and earth.

And the oil lamp in his hand emitted that white light.

Different from ordinary lights, this light actually seems to be substantial, with wisps and strands unfolding in the air.

"Who is... the master of Yilou?"

Someone recognized the middle-aged man holding an oil lamp, and his eyes suddenly became very surprised.

Ban Feiyuan, the master of Yilou, is the head seat of Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountains.

A thousand years ago, the Eastern Emperor Taoist issued an immortal decree to find the world's masters, and then gather in Kunlun Mountains to deduce the method of dispelling the devil's breath. At that time, the various forces in the immortal realm were still opposed to it, because these people who had crossed the two calamities had forgotten what happened in the last calamity.

The difficulty of Yuandu in the last robbery was related to this ambition!

And this robbery, the demon land still exists, and the gods are not destroyed. It is the time when the battle is at its worst. Even if the Immortal Dao invests all its power, it may not be able to establish a victory in this melee. The Eastern Emperor Dao mainly mobilizes so much power at this time to invest in such a risky derivation. To anyone, it seems like an extremely stupid behavior...

Under the circumstances at that time, if the Taoist master of Donghuang Mountain had not insisted wholeheartedly, the matter of reuniting Kunlun Mountain would definitely not be able to proceed!

But fortunately, the Taoist master of Donghuang Mountain has enough prestige and background, and even strength, to carry out this matter.

As a result, the Kunlun Mountain Cave Mansion was opened again!

Countless masters in the world stepped into that empty and desolate land with the intention of mortal death.

They began to use their life's painstaking efforts and wisdom to deduce this illusory result, and it will take a thousand years!

And the one who led this matter was Ban Feiyuan, the head of Yilou at that time.

He was originally the lord of the holy land, with immeasurable dignity, but he gave up his dignity without hesitation. He was the first one to enter Kunlun Mountain, made a great vow, did not understand the magic breath, and did not leave the mountain gate.

Since then, Yilou's reputation has gradually declined, and it is almost about to be removed from the Holy Land.

Many people said that he gambled on the reputation of a holy place to do this illusory thing...

After all, at the time of the last robbery, Tianyuan had already accumulated a lot of results of comprehension of the dark magic breath, so the ancestors at that time thought they could deduce a way to resolve the catastrophe forever, but this robbery is different, the accumulation of past generations has been destroyed by the scourge of the last robbery, so if they wait for it to be deduced out of thin air, there is no hope for them to build a building without foundation...

Why is the catastrophe that has ravaged the world for tens of thousands of years been deduced by you for thousands of years?

Therefore, the reunion in Kunlun Mountain was discussed for a while, but it was gradually forgotten after all.

The eyes of the world are still turned to the battle with the Protoss and the Demon Land!

But the owner of Yilou still persisted...

... The world has almost forgotten him, until today!

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"Haha, the magic breath is not extinguished, the sky is restless, I want to go, who can stop me?"

The demon lord in that gloomy cloud had now let out a shrill laugh, as if he seemed to be rampant.

As his voice vibrated in the void, the surrounding wind became more violent, and the magic breath gathered and scattered, and hurriedly dispersed to the surroundings.

If you look at it from a high altitude, it is like seeing a ball of ink falling into the water and slowly spreading out.

"There is no need to wait for the catastrophe to come!"

The Lord of Yilou was getting closer and was seen by more and more people. His voice sounded softly, deep and heavy. Facing the already chaotic demonic land, he didn't seem to be in the slightest panic. His clothes were swaying, and even a trace of demonic breath could not touch him. As he walked more and more into the battlefield, he raised his hand lightly, and the oil lamp in his hand flew up to the sky gently.

The oil lamp flew higher and higher, and the light on the lamp became brighter and brighter. It wasn't until this time that the immortal monk who had been in astonishment discovered the peculiarity of this oil lamp. The light actually hung down from the sky in strands, like silk threads.

The mass of ink that was spreading out of the water was actually solidified at this moment.

It can even be seen with the naked eye that the magic breath that is close to the white light gradually fades at this time, while the white light grows stronger, as if the nature of the dark magic breath is being transformed by this light and becomes a part of the white light...

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In an instant, there was no sound between heaven and earth!

I don't know how many eyes, they all raised their heads stupidly, looking at the oil lamp in mid-air.

No matter how slow the monks reacted, they also discovered the unusualness of the oil lamp at this time!

Apart from the puppet, is there any other way to hold the magic breath, or even transform it?

For the Tianyuan cultivator who has been battling with the devil's breath for three thousand years and knows the devil's breath very well, this is simply unthinkable!

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"This... what is this?"

Between heaven and earth, I don't know how many people were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

The first one to speak was the Demon Lord!

His voice had already changed its tone, he was terrified, even trembling, and he asked a question.

The owner of Yilou was also looking up at the bronze lamp. He watched the rays of light hanging from the oil lamp continuously spread out. He wanted to freeze the magic breath of the whole magic land. His eyes gradually softened and there was some joy. After a long time, he raised his head and looked in one direction, saying: "This is the final result of our thousand-year gathering in Kunlun Mountains!"

His voice was clear and clear, as if he was speaking to the devil, but also as if he was speaking to all the monks around him.

"Thousands of years in the mountains, endless painstaking efforts, gathering endless wisdom in the world, finally lived up to everyone's expectations!"

The figure of Ban Feiyuan, the master of Yilou, was extremely tall at this time, his hunched figure was straight, his robe fluttered, and he had a sense of immortality: "This is Xuantian Zhan, with this treasure, the devil's breath is no longer something that cannot be dissolved, and this treasure is me..."

He looked up at the sky, as if saying to someone: "...I brought someone to make it!"

"With this treasure, today is the day when the Demon Land will perish!"

"It is also the time when Tianyuan is in chaos and will eventually be extinct..."

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Compared with the Ten Immortals, Ban Feiyuan, the leader of Yilou, is not high in cultivation.

He only has the high-level realm of transforming gods, but when he said this, his figure seemed to be taller than the sky.

And listening to his words, an unstoppable excitement rose from the hearts of all the cultivators in the field...

... The catastrophe of the past dynasties, the loss of countless souls, is all because of the devil's breath!

...And now, does the world really have a way to fight against the magic breath?

There will be another update!