Chapter 1311 The sect-protecting formation opens and the Haotian Sect descends
Wu Zhaodi's figure fell, and the Tianluan falling from the void suddenly emitted a vast fairy light.
As if reborn, the fish jumped over the dragon gate, and the Tianluan exuded endless fairy light, illuminating half of the void.
And above the void, Huang Xuequan's figure stood up instantly.
"Xian Luan, I knew that bitch didn't pass them all to me," he said bitterly.
"I am afraid no one knows this secret skill except her daughter."
He had worked diligently under the previous palace master for so many years just to learn the art of Xian Luan.
It's a pity that the other party never taught him. He waited for many years and finally lost his temper and overthrew the previous palace master.
His pursuit of Wu Zhaodi was not only to eliminate the last chance of the previous palace master, but also to capture Xian Luan's training skills.
But in recent years, he also created his own Xue Tianluan.
Although there was no head-on collision, Huang Xuequan also wanted to know who was stronger and who was weaker between his Xue Tianluan and Xian Luan.
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After the fairy light flashed, all the injuries on Wu Zhaodi's Xian Luan were wiped away.
Become as ethereal as a fairy, as if covered with a layer of holy wings.
Its chirping sound was sharp and boundless, resounding throughout the sky, filling the entire Tianluan Immortal Palace with mighty force.
"This Xianluan seems to be exactly the same as our founder of Tianluan Immortal Palace," some disciples whispered.
The founder of Tianluan Immortal Palace, his statue stands in the center of Tianluan Immortal Palace.
That immortal luan looks like this, for everyone to look up to.
"Be careful what you say," a disciple nearby said quickly.
Now Wu Zhaodi is just a remnant, so what if she has Xian Luan.
Tianjiao is worthy of people's attention, but Tianjiao who has not grown up can be said to be nothing.
There was silence all around, except for Xian Luan and Xue Luan, who were facing each other from a distance. The two screamed loudly, becoming more and more powerful like rough waves.
Xue Luan turned into a line of blood, swept through the endless void, and killed again.
But Xian Luan didn't move, but the fairy mist around him became thicker and thicker. When Xue Luan came to kill, it flapped its broad wings hard.
Fluttering a few feathers, he shot Xue Luan away.
Xue Luan screamed and fell on the Xianting stage.
There are a few cracks in the ground, but the Xianting Terrace is extremely hard, so it is not afraid of being destroyed.
And Xue Luan struggled on the ground for a few times, but was motionless.
Lu Zhi'an next to him was seriously injured and spit out a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with the internal organs in his body.
The power of a palm is so terrifying.
"How could it be?" Lu Zhician fell to the ground unconscious, just muttering to himself.
The Xianluan in the sky was like a lonely immortal, with countless feathers turning into sharp swords and falling off from his wings.
The next moment, thousands of feathers flew together.
It turned into a rain of swords and drifted past in the void.
"Master, save me," Lu Zhijian shouted with his last strength.
In the sky, Huang Xuequan looked embarrassed, and his figure disappeared.
However, he did not go to save Lu Zhijian, but grabbed Wu Zhaodi with one palm, trying to imprison him.
"Not good," Grandpa Wang also noticed the abnormality and shouted quickly.
Xu Zimo stared slightly, waved his right hand, and thousands of miles of spiritual energy exploded, condensing into a huge palm.
Collision with the yellow blood spring.
The sound of explosions was endless, resounding throughout the sky.
"Who is it?" Huang Xuequan's figure flew out and shouted with a stern look.
He looked down at his right hand. The palm of his hand that had just collided was burning and he felt pain.
Before Xu Zimo could answer, Lu Zhi'an's screams had already sounded. The rain of swords fell, and Lu Zhiang was pierced by thousands of arrows and died. Before his death, he was still a little unwilling and stiff with his eyes closed.
Wu Zhaodi put away Xian Luan and retreated to Xu Zimo's side.
"Activate the sect-protecting formation," an elder nearby reacted and shouted quickly.
Huang Xuequan frowned slightly and took out a token from his pocket.
The token soared into the void, and colorful fireworks suddenly bloomed.
This is the token to activate the sect-protecting formation. Without this token, no one can easily activate the formation.
The whole Tianluan Immortal Palace rang out the soft chirping of Tianluan one after another, looking up at the sky.
I saw more than a dozen celestial luans flying up and across the sky, turning into the power of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
"This is the Five Elements Tianluan Formation, be careful," Grandpa Wang reminded Xu Zimo and said.
"This formation was arranged by the founder of the sect, but after the founder left, the formation gradually declined.
It no longer has the power it had before, but it still cannot be underestimated. ”
"Don't worry, I'm not the protagonist of this war," Xu Zimo asked.
The sect-protecting formation was activated, and everyone in Tianluan Immortal Palace felt a little more at ease.
"I wonder where you got the confidence to come back to Tianluan Immortal Palace," Huang Xuequan snorted coldly.
"It turns out that I have found a backer."
His eyes were locked on Xu Zimo, and the person who faced him before was Xu Zimo.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm not his patron, I just came to see the fun," Xu Zimo said.
"His backer is someone else."
"Who?" asked an elder next to him.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Five Elements Tianluan Formation suddenly fluctuated.
The screams of countless Tianluan sounded at the same time.
There was another "boom" explosion, as if the sky was shaking, and the entire formation was shattered.
"Tianluan Immortal Palace has a new palace owner, and the Haotian Sect came here to congratulate her," a burst of laughter came.
Xu Zimo could hear it, it was the voice of the ancestor of Wu Ling.
The next moment, countless spiritual ships were seen swarming in, surrounding the entire Xianting Terrace.
In an instant, countless disciples were shocked.
And the leader is naturally the Martial Spirit Ancestor.
Qi Haoran didn't show up, presumably he was too lazy to get involved in this situation.
"It's Haotian Sect," said an elder next to him.
"I can see it," Huang Xuequan said calmly.
"I wonder why the seniors of Haotian Sect are here?" Huang Xuequan stepped forward and asked loudly.
"I came to congratulate the new palace master on his succession, but as soon as he arrived, he was trapped by the formation. You are very unfriendly," said the ancestor of Wuling.
The holy power shrouded him, faintly putting pressure on Huang Xuequan.
Huang Xuequan's expression changed drastically. Although he had the power of Tianzun, he was still one step away from the Great Sage.
"We were negligent," Huang Xuequan looked around and looked at the spirit ships.
Said: "Haotian Sect came to congratulate me, as for such a large formation?"
"Doesn't this make your palace master important," Wu Ling Ancestor said.
"Thank you very much," Huang Xuequan said.
"But I have some personal matters now. Everyone from the Haotian Sect has come from afar. I will send someone to take you down to rest."
"There is no need to rest. I am here not only to congratulate the new palace master, but also to seek justice," the ancestor of Wuling continued.
(End of chapter)