The moment the star array lit up, it disappeared in an instant.
The eyes of Hanlong Longmu were filled with disbelief. The moment the Shura sword sank into its head, Sang Luo slashed off another dragon's head with his sword.
And as Sang Luo's movements fell, the red dragon head finally closed its eyes, and its breath disappeared.
“…”
In the cave, Dead Moon opened her eyes, a flash of anger flashed in her eyes,
"He has actually signed a life contract!"
I underestimated him!
Under the abyss, while pulling out the Shura Sword, Chu Yanshu dug out another cup of the magic dragon's elixir crystal core.
The moment the dragon soul overflowed, it was killed by Chu Yanshu's sword.
The magic dragon dies and the trapped formation is destroyed.
A phantom emerged from the formation, and with a raised hand, he put away the Vientiane Spiritual Bell and threw it towards Sang Luo.
Sang Luo caught the Vientiane Bell and saw the phantom clearly.
"Master Zhuochi?"
It turns out that he really set up this formation?
Zhuochi smiled approvingly at Sang Luo and then disappeared.
Sang Luo lowered his eyes and looked at the Vientiane Spiritual Clock in his hand, and with a thought, he put it into the spiritual sea.
At the same time, a magic formula appeared in her mind.
The sentences were too obscure and difficult to understand, and Sang Luo could only read some of them sporadically. He roughly understood that it seemed to be a spiritual secret about the law of creation.
It is unprecedented for a mortal to create a world. The spiritual power required is so powerful that even an immortal above the Nine Heavens may not be able to do it, let alone a mortal?
But deep down in her heart, there was always a voice telling her that she must learn it.
Chu Yanshu looked at the large formation on the altar, and a flash of contemplation flashed in his eyes. He seemed to have seen such an formation before.
Is Zhuochi really just an immortal king who fell due to the battle between gods and demons?
The moment the formation was shattered, the undercurrent under the water also disappeared without a trace.
This undercurrent was originally set up to trap the demon dragon, but I didn't expect that it would be used by the demon dragon tens of thousands of years later.
Chu Yanshu threw out a storage bag and collected all the demon dragon corpses. This thing was an excellent material for refining weapons.
Sang Luo glanced at the altar one last time, raised his eyes to Chu Yanshu, and said to Su Ruowan and his party,
"Let's go up first."
Su Ruowan nodded after hearing this, and took Song Qingyun, Xuan Ye and Liu Zhining to take the lead towards the water abyss.
Chu Yanshu took Sang Luo's hand and followed closely.
Without the underwater undercurrent, it is not difficult for a few people to get out of this abyss.
"…………"
Above the water, it still looked calm, and there was no sign of the rough waves under the abyss just now.
Song Qingyun stood on the huge lotus leaf, shook the water from his body, covered his heart and sighed,
"You can be considered as coming out of that hellish place."
Because the water was thrown too far, Xuan Ye, who had just used the cleaning technique, was splashed with water on his face.
Xuan Ye frowned, with a look of disgust on his face, and immediately shot a burst of spiritual energy towards him, and said,
"You're already a Nascent Soul, don't you know how to bake it with your spiritual energy?"
Song Qingyun raised his hand and dispersed Xuan Ye's spiritual breath, saying,
"You also know that I am Nascent Soul? How dare you attack me secretly? I tell you, I can hit you a hundred times without any problem!"
Isn’t he just a bad alchemy cultivator?
What's so great about it?
Even if the whole sect is tied together and none of his three senior brothers can fight him, why do you still have the nerve to make such a fuss?
Xuan Ye rolled his eyes when he heard this.
"Who attacked you? You don't want to talk to people with low IQs!"