Chapter 429 Nine-Dragon Champion
When the millions of disciples around saw such a scene, they were all relieved, they all withdrew their mana, and burst into bursts of cheers.
Lanying and other Peacock Cliff sisters saw that those spirit-eating moths were wrapped in layers of Xuanzhen fire, and obviously they would die soon. The great work has been accomplished, and they also ordered the sisters to receive their work one after another, and they also watched Qianqian quietly with excitement. The mysterious fireball in the middle of Yu Mingmen Zhongzun.
At this time, Xiuhuan returned to her mischievous nature, laughing and talking about the mysterious fireball with the sisters around her, completely forgetting her previous nervousness. Lan Ying chuckled and gave her a blank look, but she didn't say anything, since she was used to it anyway.
Just when everyone was concentrating on the mysterious fire, in the darkness above the huge white ball of light, there was a man wearing a nine-dragon crown and a giant black robe standing proudly on a cloud. Above the mist, overlooking all this. The blood-like crimson moon face shone with a strange dark red and black color, and two icy gazes burst out from his eyes, staring in disbelief at the Xuanzhen fire and the millions of Xuanlingmen disciples around him. Angrily said to himself: "Hmph! That person ruined my good deed again! Who is he? Why did he go against me and help you bastards! I didn't expect you to be so lucky and escaped! But, hum!"
In the bursts of cold snorts, among the nine dragons on the nine dragon crown on the head of the blood moon mask, one of the black dragons, which was more than a foot long and bowed in the middle of the crown, suddenly shot out a jet of black smoke from its mouth. This cloud of smoke is like a black poisonous snake, forming a column of smoke more than ten feet long and shooting towards the nine peak masters who are focusing on controlling the Xuanzhen fire like lightning.
"I don't believe it, you nine old things are so fateful!" the blood moon masked man gritted his teeth and said bitterly.
When seeing the more than ten feet long column of smoke turned into countless spirit-eating moths, the blood moon masked man let out strange laughter for a while, and then disappeared in the darkness of the sky.
Buzz, buzz.
Countless spirit-eating moths still formed the shape of a smoke column and swooped down towards the nine peak masters thousands of feet away. In the blink of an eye, it has dived down more than a thousand feet, and there are bursts of death-like breaths around.
Suddenly, a bright red rainbow burst from an unknown direction in the sky, instantly turning these spirit-eating moths into dust. These powders scattered in all directions and disappeared in an instant. And after that, Danse Guanghong also disappeared.
Under the high altitude, the Xuanzhen fire shrank smaller and smaller, and finally annihilated with a bang, and then, the last spirit-eating moth also turned into nothingness.
"Fortunately! Fortunately! The great work is finally done! I'll go!"
After seeing the fire of Xuanzhen being annihilated, those hidden masters in the outer gates of the nine peak masters bid farewell one after another, and entered Tianyu one after another without stopping.
"Congratulations to all seniors!" The nine peak masters and hundreds of elders from all peaks turned around in unison and sent off loudly.
For these people, few of the millions of disciples had any chance to meet them, so their departure was not a big surprise.
Next, Master Bing Po and other Xuanling Sect Venerables looked around at the millions of Xuanling Sect disciples around them, seeing their colorful figures surrounded by them, they felt infinitely moved. Thinking back to the previous terrible sunset evening.
At that time, when Song Zhen and Ni Tianleng were in the middle of the battle, with the dark black, red and green confused world created by the two, the surroundings fell into chaos, and most people could no longer see everything in front of them clearly. . I, the peak masters, and some senior elders are fine, and with their strong cultivation, naturally they won't be disturbed too much. But at that time, I suddenly felt an inexplicable breath of death coming from the surroundings, and then I smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, and after a while, the sound of buzzing insects came from my ears.
"Not good! It's Araki's soul-destroying incense and the spirit-eating moth!" Immediately, Master Bingpo felt this kind of evil existence that he had seen once more than a thousand years ago. Frightened, he hurriedly transmitted his thoughts to all the Xuanlingmen disciples present, and sent out a message to ask for help from the hidden master of Xuanlingmen.
However, the other party's action was too fast. As soon as his message was sent out, the Araki Soul Snatching Incense had already flooded the entire practice field. Seeing that a large number of disciples fell down, and countless spirit-eating moths rushed out of the sky. Dark clouds generally rushed down.
The situation was extremely critical, so I had no choice but to forcibly form a huge invisible net with other peak masters and hundreds of elders to cover the millions of disciples in the surrounding sects. Net, firmly control them in the center of the practice field. At this moment, due to the fighting between Song Zhen and Ni Tianleng, a huge white light ball of spiritual power suddenly formed, and the abundant spiritual energy leaked out, quickly attracting countless spirit-eating moths to it, and in a blink of an eye, the white light ball It turned into a huge black ball.
Seeing this, I and all the high-ranking cultivators understood each other, activated powerful mana, and pushed this huge black ball thousands of feet into the sky, and then kept pushing it in this direction. The only purpose is to prevent millions of disciples from being attacked by spirit-eating moths.
But even so, Master Bingpo still felt chills in his heart, because although the abominable Araki Soul-eating Incense hadn't yet formed a spirit-eating moth, it had apparently entered the bodies of all his disciples, and soon it would also form a devouring moth in their bodies. If the spirit worms killed them, wouldn't that mean the entire Xuanling Gate would be destroyed, and then countless spirit-eating moths would fly from the Xuanling Gate to all parts of the Mortal Realm?
Bing Po Daoist thought in fear, hoped that Huang Tian would protect him, so that the disciples could feel the existence of Araki Mu's soul-destroying incense as soon as possible, and force them out of the body as soon as possible. However, the fact is just the opposite, watching countless disciples keep falling down. And I had no choice but to leave with the high-level people in the gate controlling the black giant ball.
How hopeless his state of mind was at that time, Master Bing Po is really unbearable to recall, and at this moment he is still frightened.
At this moment, he looked over and over again at the smiling faces of the millions of disciples in the sect. Although he didn't know how they got rid of Araki Duohunxiang, seeing that they were all alive, a group of old tears actually flowed down.
"Senior brother, you?" Seeing that the always indifferent and ruthless real Bing Po was crying, Master Kong Kong said in surprise.
Hearing this, Master Bingpo quickly blinked his eyes a few times, and said excitedly: "It's fine!" Then he turned his head to look at the huge white ball of light, and saw that Song Zhen and Ni Tianleng were still facing each other inside, so With a wave of the big sleeve, the huge white light ball immediately turned into a white divine light and shot into the sleeve.
As soon as the white light ball disappeared, the space between the sky and the earth immediately became dark, and the sky curved into a crescent moon, shooting down a faint light, embellishing the darkness between the sky and the earth into a dim tone.
Gusts of mountain wind passed by, and the unpleasant burnt smell in the air slowly dissipated, replaced by the scent of fragrant flowers and spiritual grass unique to Sisi Longyun Mountain.
The millions of disciples around and nearly a thousand high-ranking members of Xuanlingmen among them were silent with each other for a long time, and each other's emotions were ups and downs. Everyone understood that tonight was a night where life and death were intertwined, and it was a unique event in the history of Xuanlingmen. A rare night that is related to the survival of the mountain gate, it may be the last night where millions of disciples can live and die with the older generation of peak masters and other venerables.
This night was extremely sad and precious, and everyone quietly sucked in the unique breath of Xuanlingmen that flowed in all directions in Longyun Mountain.
The traces of the flowing mountain wind are like a peak master leading the disciples of this peak to reminisce about every footprint they have walked, and millions of disciples are shining with admiration. Nearly a thousand high-level people stared at the outside of Xuanlingmen. Although the general election of the New Territories Peak Leader has not yet ended, the meeting of new and old eyes tonight has completed the delivery of the new mission.
"Haha! The disciples of the Xuanling Sect obey the order! Return to the practice field and continue the election of the peak master of the New Territory!" Bingpo Daoist looked around over and over again at the millions of disciples around him, and suddenly laughed heartily. Then, Piao Ranyu raised a sword and shot towards the training field first, and then other peak masters and elders followed.
The disciples of Xuanlingmen carefully discovered that the sword under the foot of the leader of the sect is no longer the first sword of Xuanlingmen, Tianmang Shenjian. These disciples made various guesses about this, but they did not draw any convincing conclusions.
As a monk, traveling hundreds of miles is not that far away, but after more than half an hour, all the disciples of the Xuanling Sect who participated in the election of the peak master of the New Territory before returned to the training ground, and they still stayed in their previous positions. Like nothing ever happened.
The masters of each peak sent an order to count the number of people. What is gratifying is that there was not a single casualty disciple in the Twelve Shocking Heaven Peaks. The masters of each peak were all happy about this. Defeat is much bearish.
Real Bing Po saw that the surrounding order had stabilized, he flicked his sleeves, and suddenly a white light shot towards the center of the practice field, and then that huge white ball of light appeared again.
However, the scene inside the white light sphere has changed. Song Zhen and Ni Tianleng are now making a gesture with both hands, manipulating the astrological ruler and the emerald green pen to fight fiercely.
"Heck! Feeling like the two of them are still fighting in the sleeves of the chief uncle of the master peak! You see, Song Zhen's posture is so funny!" Xiuhuan said, looking at Lan Shuang's beautiful face that had regained the color of blood.
Hearing this, Lan Shuang couldn't help showing a smile at the corners of her mouth, and saw Song Zhen pinching his hands together, but his eyebrows, one black and one white, were not idle, and kept twisting in line with the ups and downs of the astrological ruler. And the other party seemed very calm and cold against the weather.
"Boom!"
When the two of them were fighting in full swing, the huge white ball of light outside might have lost too much spiritual energy due to the gnawing of the spirit-eating moth, and suddenly burst.
"Huh?" Song Zhen and Ni Tianleng raised their heads and glanced around when they heard the crackling sound. Then, the two figures quickly fell to the ground of the practice field, and looked curiously at the millions of disciples around them. Then he concentrated on fighting again.