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When the broadsword and the one hundred and ninety-ten attack were confronted, the entire Immortal Sea trembled.

The sea surface that should have been white and immaculate was formed by spatial distortion, some of which were deadly whirlpools formed by demonic qi, and some of which were spatial rifts caused by the attack on Yu Wei. There was also some darkness that could not penetrate the slightest light, the absolute darkness that would appear when the space was about to collapse.

The darkness was mysterious, and even more terrifying, and no one dared to approach it, including the high-ranking monks of the spirit realm.

At this time, the mid-out-of-body demon cultivator who was fighting against all the cultivators had completely destroyed his body, and it was so shattered that he didn't even splash out of his flesh and blood, and he was shocked into powder by the air flow and disappeared into various whirlpools.

His Yuan Infant was severely injured due to the damage of the Natal Dao Weapon, and because he forcibly confronted the Jiuyao Demon Punishment Array, he was injured by the power of the stars, the sun and the moon contained in it, and this holy and contained the power of the Dao Law shocked every wisp of demonic energy in his Yuan Infant, and greatly suppressed him.

On the opposite side, the head of the Spirit Sword Sect that struck out a sword that condensed the power of the formation was safe and sound, and the one hundred and eighty-nine monks who were the base of the formation were all counterattacked, but because the counterattack was shared among all the monks, the injuries were not serious.

Zixuan's bone meridians, including flesh and blood, are stronger than others, the impact just now is nothing to her, Zhihai is a little buzzing, a little drowsy, but she can still react at the first time, summoning Lingguang and letting her turn into a Vermilion Bird and fly towards the Demon Cultivator's Yuan Baby.

Before she could do anything, the other nine Vermilion Birds had already rushed out of the swirling air current, and the tails of the birds composed of different colors of different flames were connected, forming a tight encirclement. They cried out for a long time, and their melodious chanting cleared the minds of their own monks, and they sounded like a voice of urging in the demon cultivators.

The place where the two swords collided had already formed a large vortex that could not be approached, and there used to be an invisible enchantment here, which could not be broken by the Nether monks before, but now it broke into a block and printed a little spiritual light, finally allowing people to see clearly this barrier that closed the southern spirit realm.

The remaining fragile barrier was still struggling in the airflow, and the cultivators were worried that the movement here would cause the master of the enchantment to come, so they hurriedly accelerated the action of encircling and suppressing the Demon Cultivator Yuanying. It is not easy for more than 100 people in the refining period to fight against the middle stage of the out-of-body stage, but it is still not difficult to fight against the middle stage of the out-of-body stage.

Ten Vermilion Birds took the lead in dragging the long tail feathers, and the flames burning all over their bodies swept away the dim and distorted road ahead, the black pressure pressure demonic energy struggled to disappear, the rushing waves were turned into rich water vapor, and the whirlpools of air currents were blown away by the impact of the Suzaku Breath.

Zixuan stood not far from the enchantment that was about to collapse, feeling the breath of the Southern Spirit Realm that made her yearn, her heart was shocked, and Lingguang was even more powerful, and under the influence of her surging battle intent, she sped up, and together with the four different fires, she turned into light and shadow and swirled towards the half-black and half-white Yuanying.

The last expression of the demon cultivator was just frightened, there was no condescension for the lower ranks, and he looked pitiful and hateful.

Five flames surrounded it, and it didn't even take much effort to melt it, and Yuan Ying finally turned into a wisp of black smoke and a wisp of green smoke, containing demonic energy and spiritual energy respectively, and dissipated in this heavenless and earthless sea.

"Enchantment! The enchantment is about to collapse! Everyone quickly avoid!" Zixi Lingjun is a vein of Qingque, and her lethality to demon cultivation is not as great as that of a monk of Suzaku lineage, she has been standing not far from Zixuan to guard, sacrificing wisps of pure wood spirit, so that Zixuan radiates a strong vitality.

At the moment when the Demon Cultivator Yuan Infant dissipated, she sensed that the enchantment that had sealed the Southern Spirit Realm for more than 100,000 years finally had a sign of being completely broken. She shouted, and her voice echoed through the sea, to the ears of every monk.

One hundred and ninety monks, including Zi Xuan, all left the air at the moment when the sound came into their ears, dodging the still surging tide and standing in the distance, gathering together to wait for the arrival of the monks of the Southern Spirit Realm.

"It's coming, it's almost ......" Ziqin Lingjun consumed a lot, and after recovering the Vermilion Bird, he hurriedly took a pill of the tonic elixir, and by the way, he habitually regarded Zixuan as a child, and took one and stuffed it into her mouth.

After Zixuan swallowed it, she smiled quite awkwardly, brushed her scattered hair and said, "When you are a junior, you can't react." ”

Zixuan didn't have time to talk about his family relationship with his clansmen from beginning to end, and at this moment, his heart suddenly warmed, and he couldn't help but pull the corners of his mouth and smile. "I'm a junior in front of the Spirit Monarchs, and I'm still willing to be a junior. ”

"Yes, it's good to be a junior! I'm also a junior! They all have to let me!" Zi Ruochong squeezed over from the side with a white face, and Chong Zixuan squeezed his eyes. As soon as he opened his mouth, the two Lingjun, Ziqin and Zize, couldn't help but push him away, saving him from being entangled and messing around like a child in front of people.

"You go to my side, hurry up and heal my wounds, so that I can visit the elders of the Southern Spirit Realm. Ziqin Lingjun gently pushed him away with a wave of his hand, not letting him pester Zixuan, saving him from teaching people badly.

Zize Lingjun also nodded, and gently persuaded: "Ruochong, I will ask the elders to go to the Middle Spirit Realm to rescue Ziling later, you quickly recover for a while, and if necessary, you can also help." ”

As soon as Zi Ruochong heard that he needed his help, he immediately stopped teaching Zixuan to ask the elders for treasures, patted her on the shoulder, turned his head and swallowed a pill and stopped talking.

The eighteen Spirit Monarchs present in the Zi family actually had a lot to ask Zi Xuan, but now the Supreme Elders of the various clans and the Spirit Monarchs in the Demon Cultivation Clan were all present, and they were unwilling to shift everyone's attention to Zi Xuan, which added pressure to her.

Zi Ruochong has always loved to mess around with others, and he is a person who doesn't care about everything, with the peculiar characteristics of his brain, it is difficult to think of this, and he can only rely on seduction to shut him up.

As for the other Zijia Lingjun, after the war, they all exchanged pleasantries with the monks of various clans and demon clans, and tried to deviate from the topic. So that everyone should not think deeply, why the juniors in their clan who had just held the Yuan Infant Ceremony would suddenly become the early stage of refining.

As long as you can prevent people from being curious for the time being, you can temporarily suppress the fact that Zi Xuan has a treasure that transcends time and space. As for the future, with the support of the elders of the spiritual realms in the southeast and southeast, who is afraid of this secret being passed out?

Boom Boom Boom –

Just when everyone suppressed the serious or minor injuries, their faces gradually became rosy, and their breath began to stabilize, a loud noise came from far away, which was the movement of the high-level barrier being broken.

"What a pure aura!"

"And the breath of a high-level senior!"

"Fellow Daoists, look! It's Suzaku!"

A crisp and melodious long song echoed in the sea, and a chant completely calmed the churning waves, making the sea calm again. Zixuan, his family, and all the Lingjun around him, bowed to the Vermilion Bird hovering high in the sky, their eyes were radiant, and their hearts were boiling.