Chapter 256 18. Dragon Shadow of Despair
The disciples sitting in the magic circle closed their eyes, and the terrifying spiritual energy turbulence erupted on the top of the mountain. If they were not protected by the ancient formation runes, this level of turbulence would be enough to destroy and kill them!
Rumble——!
The shaking sound resounded across the sea and sky for a long time, and big waves arose on the sea. At this moment, the high wall of mist that shrouded Miluo dispersed, revealing the vast sea surface and the glass-like sky. The elder in Qingyi who received Li Xi'an was right. These substances indeed exist to protect Milo, but not only as a high wall dividing the world and Milo, they can also be an extremely sharp sword when necessary. , kill the enemy.
"Is it over?" The young man raised his head and looked at the mighty sword energy of light.
At this moment, the mountain top is shrouded in clouds and mist, but every breath of energy is a terrifying sword.
"Huh -" The burly man sat down on the magic circle without any strength and let out a long sigh of relief, "Is it time to end? You know, this magic circle almost turned me into a mummy. I see that among so many people, you are the only one who didn't. What a big deal. After all, according to the master, your spiritual energy is like a monster, like a humanoid spiritual beast."
"Didn't you say you wanted to meet the invading enemy before? Now you can't wait for it to end?" the woman said with a smile.
"That's different!" The big man waved his hands quickly.
"What kind of thing is this? Just seeing it doesn't mean that I really want to fight the invading creature. Being able to invade Miluo, and having the two sect masters put on this posture, a thousand years, or ten thousand years, how many years? I haven’t seen it for a long time. The two princes just went deep into the ocean to kill it.”
The young man smiled and said, "I'm afraid this matter will be remembered for a long time."
Looking down, many disciples have lost their strength.
Their spiritual energy was exhausted, and they didn't even have the strength to look up at the top of the mountain.
In the dojo at the bottom and in the center, the old woman sat cross-legged and exhaled softly. At this moment, the decline in her body was even more obvious. It turned out that she and the old man had lived for nearly ten thousand years, and had already reached the limit of the extreme palace realm. They could still exist only by relying on Milo's magical power. After this battle, regardless of victory or not, she and the old man will probably have to leave.
The spiritual energy is soothing, and the old woman is practicing breath control.
"But...it's over now," she said.
As Lord Milo said, so what if the other party was once Shinichi? This is Milo, no matter how powerful he is, he is still just an emperor.
"Huh?" Suddenly, a strange wave spread, making the old woman stunned. She suddenly raised her head and stared at the dragon crutch in the dojo. This cane is vibrating!
"Boom——!" The vast mist is rapidly decreasing, and like the emergence of sunlight, the mist naturally melts. A ferocious long red tail swept across the top of the mountain and disappeared in an instant.
Some disciples were unprepared and failed to stand firm. Due to exhaustion of spiritual energy, they fell from the magic circle and hit the ground, shattering into pieces!
The vibration and roar became clearer and clearer, and more and more disciples fell, like dumplings, dotting the Miluo Mountain Gate with blood flowers one by one!
"Get into formation!" the old woman yelled.
"Disciples, listen to the order and form a formation!"
If we can't afford the formation, with the help of the formation's protection, we don't know how many people will be killed or injured in this strange fluctuation!
The inner disciples below clasped their hands together, took the elixir, and injected the only spiritual energy into the array to maintain the stability of the array.
"Start the formation!" the elders from all directions ordered.
"What's going on?" The young man frowned. He raised his hand and the spiritual weapon saved a disciple who was about to fall. He looked up and saw golden light escaping in the mist!
"Maintain the formation!" he shouted.
"This is the last chance. Taking the elixir will not restore the spiritual energy in a short period of time." The woman worried, "Sect Master and the others..."
"Take care of ourselves! The sect leader has never made us worry, not to mention that there is Mr. Yang on top." The burly man climbed up from the magic circle and sat cross-legged, his spiritual energy steaming.
The stability of the magic circle made everyone feel at ease for a moment.
But it was only for a moment.
They heard chanting, a tide of chanting, chanting a name! Through the barrier of the magic circle, it penetrates deep into their souls and cannot be driven away!
When people looked up, they could see the mist and sword light completely melting away, a large bronze cauldron suspended in mid-air, and thousands of worshiping figures appearing in the cauldron. They worshiped towards the same illusory and vague green mountains. On the green mountain, the Nine Heavens River falls, and the palace in the sky stands!
A huge hand blocked the light.
Golden, as if made of gold. The palms covered the sky and were still extending, arms, shoulders, and heads without facial features. This towering statue stood up from the clouds, holding the hilt of a long sword upside down in his right hand. The blade of the sword fell into the sea water, splitting the ocean currents and carving out an abyss! "Dharma...Dharma?" The young man could not speak steadily.
"Shinichi? The creature that invaded Milo is... Ancestor?"
"Are you kidding? Ancestor? Shinichi? Our enemy is... a Shinichi? Is there a Shinichi in this world?"
There was deathly silence up and down Miluo.
They faced the most brilliant light in this world, but their minds were shrouded in darkness. What on earth are they doing? Becoming an enemy of a Shinichi?
The red dragon shadow occupied the sky, and Li Xi'an lowered his head, overlooking all living things.
He let go of Taihang Baxing and threw a head into the sea at will. This is the head of the old dragon, the weapon spirit, the weapon spirit with most of its consciousness wiped out. He helps it to be liberated and gives death. The other arm exerted force and crushed the body of the old dragon that had lost its head. The clicking sound sounded like a soul-robbing song in the silence!
"Poof——" The old man's blood stained his white robe red.
This was his birth weapon. Now, the dragon is broken, and the crutch is also broken! His bright pupils suddenly dimmed, and his aura was rapidly fading.
The old woman was shocked. Her turbid gaze was focused on the golden and glorious statue. It stood between the sea and the sky, like an ancient god that existed forever. Is this... this world has lost an ancestor it has not seen for thousands of years?
She slowly stretched out her withered hands, as if praying.
The Lord of Milo stands on the top of the mountain, supporting the decrepit old man. He stared at the golden statue with unwillingness in his eyes.
Milo...will be destroyed in his hands?
No...
The man shook his head.
There was no way he would let the other party take away Mount Milo!
This is not only the future of Milo, but also the future of this world! In the inheritance of the successive masters of Milo, it is mentioned that Milo is the dragon vein of this world, the birthplace and support of spiritual energy. If Milo is lost, the world will be endless darkness, and the path of cultivation will be cut off!
The man took a deep breath, stood up, and straightened his back.
But with how he faced the statue, the outcome seemed to be doomed.
"Boom——!" The statue raised the long sword, and the sound of the sword cutting through the sea was as dull as thunder. The world suddenly dimmed, and only the light of this golden statue shone, as if it were the only one.
Everyone was shrouded in the sword light.
The man noticed that this glorious statue only had an upper body, and the lower body was just an illusion.
Ancestor... is indeed not complete!
"There is still a chance... Ancestors of Milo! We cannot lose Milo in this world! There is still this world, how can you be so indifferent! Ah!" The man spread his arms and roared at the top of his lungs. His white robe was stained with blood, and he was no longer the solemn Lord Milo he was before.
The sword that created the world fell, and the man faced the sword light.
(End of chapter)