Chapter 773 The demonic shadow breaks the curtain, and the sword rises to the seventh level of the clouds
"Huh? The master of Shadow Palace, Zong Lu? He actually came to this secret realm of Tianyan?"
"That's right, no matter how powerful the Demonic Shadow Palace is, how can we really let a junior who has just condensed the golden elixir come forward? I just didn't expect that the master of the Shadow Palace, who has always been invisible when seeing dragons, would actually come in person!!"
"Haha, it turns out to be fellow Taoist Zonglu. Your move really surprised me!"
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Voices rang out one after another, and everyone looked at the figure that suddenly appeared.
Everyone in the Zhao Dynasty and the monks in the Demonic Shadow Palace all looked happy.
On the other hand, Master Tianhong and others, as well as everyone from Jinchan Temple and Wuji Sect, all had expressions of concentration on their faces and had a bad feeling in their hearts.
Especially those from Jinchan Temple, Wuji Sect, and others could no longer do it, so they all jumped into the sky and flew towards Master Tianhong's location.
Zong Lu, the master of Shadow Palace, once a pillar of righteousness, is now an evil cultivator who brings disaster to the world.
Everyone is familiar with this person's background.
"Hmph! I'm here, no matter who comes, don't even think about inheriting the stone statue!"
Master Tianhong frowned, sternly reprimanded, immediately raised his true energy, activated his flying sword, and was about to strike.
"So you are Master Tianhong from the Huanxing Sect? Unfortunately, if you want to stop me, you... are not qualified enough!"
Zong Lu's face didn't change, and he gave a look.
Among the crowd in the Demonic Shadow Palace, three figures immediately rushed out like lightning and headed straight for Master Tianhong.
Zong Lu didn't even look at it, his eyes were fixed on the inheritance stone statue in the distance, as well as Shen Miaoyin and Su Twelve who were approaching the stone statue again.
Thoughts.
The afterimage sword suddenly appeared in front of him.
The flying sword, as black as ink, exudes a strong evil aura that is incompatible with its own aura.
"The Eight Extremes of the Afterimage·Qianyuan Seizes the Heaven!"
With a low shout, a sword split the wind and broke through the clouds, carrying thousands of hectares of light, and headed straight for Su Twelve and Shen Miaoyin.
r The sword light came in an instant, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of the invisible diaphragm in the air.
The flying sword hovered in the air as expected, but under the attack of this powerful sword energy, a light blue spherical diaphragm light curtain slowly appeared in everyone's sight.
Above the light curtain, brilliance circulates, and an astonishing counterattack is brewing.
Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes flashed with doubts.
Zong Lu is indeed strong enough, and the power of this move is shocking.
But in front of the light curtain left by this giant in the Nascent Soul stage, the moment the flying sword hovered, the winner was clear.
The master of Shadow Palace, Zong Lu, shouldn’t be such a brainless person, right?
Just when everyone was confused and puzzled.
On Zong Lu's waist, a magic bell appeared across the sky.
"Buzz~"
The bell is covered with magic patterns, but is about the size of a baby's fist. It looks slightly evil but not threatening.
However, as the bell shook, the dull sound quickly spread, sounding like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning, resounding for hundreds of miles.
Everyone present looked at him sideways when he heard the sound, and their expressions became solemn.
The demonic sound echoed in their ears, and everyone felt a strong threat.
"What kind of treasure is this? Is it so terrifying?"
Pairs of eyes fell on the palm-sized bell.
Before everyone could react, they saw thick demonic energy swarming in the distance.
The demonic energy turned into magic power, intertwined into a giant fist of a hundred feet, and hit the diaphragm light curtain emerging around the inheritance stone statue in the air.
"boom!"
A shocking explosion shook the heavens and the earth.
A ball of monstrous energy burst forward, the shadow of the fist disappeared, and disappeared with it.
There is a spherical diaphragm light curtain emerging around the heritage stone statue.
"Broken... Broken?"
"The isolation light curtain emitted by the inheritance stone statue can also be broken?"
"It's not surprising. This bell is absolutely extraordinary. It is probably a legendary magic weapon. Coupled with the inherited stone statue, three out of five are eliminated, and the defense power has been reduced by more than 60%!"
"If there wasn't this isolating light curtain, wouldn't this inheritance stone statue be easily accessible?"
"Yes! Come on..."
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Everyone was amazed, and as they spoke, they all reacted, hurriedly summoning their true energy, and once again rushed towards the inheritance stone statue.
Everyone could clearly see the scene where the three stone statues were submerged into the bodies of Su Twelve and the others.
Everyone present was smart and had already reacted.
I'm afraid that once the inheritance stone statue enters the body, it will be impossible to take it out again.
As for what will happen if the recipient of the inheritance dies before completely refining the inheritance power, that is yet to be known.
And this also means that once the inheritance stone statue is obtained, even if there are people with higher power in their respective forces who are interested, there is nothing they can do.
Everyone has their own plans in mind, and they are even more desperate than before!
Before everyone could take action, Zong Lu's true energy surged again. The flying sword that was still hovering in the air now had no resistance and suddenly became brilliant again.
Thousands of sword energies soared into the sky, as if they had the power to shake the heavens.
The surging offensive opened a path ahead and headed straight for the inheritance stone statue. The powerful sword light blocked other monks who tried to step forward to seize the treasure.
"Lin Wuyou, Fairy You Ruo sent you here because she trusts you. I didn't expect that with your ability, you really disappoint me!!!"
At the same time as he made his move, Zong Lu glanced at Lin Wuyou.
Looking at the colors
Under the rays of the sun, Lin Wuyou was covered in black air and in terrible pain. Zong Lu did not hide the playful look in his eyes, and his words were full of joking.
It was obvious that he was taking this opportunity to suppress Lin Wuyou and break his state of mind.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Lu transformed into a stream of light and followed the sword flow offensive. The moment he rushed into the range of a hundred feet, he took vigorous steps and a powerful posture to take the inheritance of the two remaining stone statues in front of him.
The diaphragm light curtain was broken, which also greatly reduced the spiritual power within a hundred feet radius of the heritage stone statue.
Coupled with the Jianliu offensive to clear the way, the pressure on Zong Lu was reduced to a minimum.
"Su Twelve, go and take down those two heritage stone statues! I'll hold them back!"
Before Zong Lu could approach the inheritance stone statue, Shen Miaoyin's face hardened, knowing that it was impossible to seize the inheritance stone statue safely now.
He made a prompt decision and came to Su Twelve's side decisively.
He raised his hand and slapped Su Twelve on the back, helping Su Twelve move forward.
Immediately afterwards, she made a sword gesture with both hands, and the Lihuo Xuanbing Sword roared out. The red and blue sword light brought the majestic sword power and went straight towards Zong Lu.
"Hmph! What a Shen Miaoyin, so strong. Unfortunately... I have no interest in fighting with you today!!!"
Zong Lu snorted coldly and moved according to the sound.
The sword stream in front of him suddenly changed direction and headed straight for Shen Miaoyin. But he himself continued to move forward, chasing Su Twelve and continuing to snatch the inheritance stone statue.
Facing the incoming stream of swords, Shen Miaoyin remained calm and unhurried. Under her urging, the Lihuo Xuanbing Sword rose seven levels deep into the clouds, blocking the continuous stream of swords.
It was easy to neutralize Zong Lu's powerful offensive.
With her eyes fixed on Zong Lu's figure, Shen Miaoyin's eyes flashed coldly and she was about to continue attacking Zong Lu.
But at this time.
The shouts in the distance shook the sky and the earth, and dozens of figures transformed into streams of light at this moment, rushing towards them.