Sword Spirit

It’s unrealistic to let Lu Xuan break this big line, but if you just want to find out the eye, you can still do it with Lu Xuan’s current strength.

Now that we have the Gathering Array as a reference, it is much simpler for Lu Xuan to analyze this big squad. I will put all the runes in one pair. Soon, Lu Xuan has identified three positions, these three places. Location is the most suitable point for the eye, but large arrays often have some fake eyes to confuse, in order to prevent being seen at first glance.

If it is a general big array, perhaps Lu Xuan really has to make a difficult choice of three choices, but this gathering soul is different after all, he is Sol used to absorb the soul to restore strength, where the soul force gathers the most, there must be It’s the real eye, and Sol will never be generous enough to let two-thirds of the soul lose.

I saw that Lu Xuan reached out to a mountain in the southeast direction. He said with certainty: "There must be a place where Sol will go."

"Well, it is not too late, we will kill the past!" Ye Wuji immediately took the initiative.

At this time, suddenly a huge shouting sound suddenly sounded from all directions, Lu Xuan and others stood tall and looked far, and suddenly the situation was unobstructed.

I saw countless warriors appear to be out of thin air. They rushed from the three bread clips to the coalition forces of Jiuhua League and Wansha Island. The magical gods who had already collapsed into the army, with the help of this powerful force, suddenly stood firm again. heel.

In the face of the new enemy attacked by the madness, the Jiuhua League martial artists were caught off guard, and it was hard to launch the defense line. It was once again compressed back. Just after the help of several strong people from Lu Xuan, the battle was opened again. Once back to the state of anxiety.

Ye Ruida’s eyes were slightly stunned, and after a fixed look, he slowly said: “It’s the people of the Eight Orthodox Temple.”

He has been lurking in Sikong for nearly 20 years, and he is familiar with the temples of the Eight Senses. He has seen it at a glance.

"It’s a good calculation." Ye has no trace of his heart and anger: "There is a gathering of the souls, and Sol knows that he will be found by us soon, but at this time, the people of the Eight Temples are sent out, trying Drag our steps."

"This is not a conspiracy, this is a conspiracy, no solution." Ye Wenjun said: "No trace, you take an idea, it is attack, or keep."

This is a tough choice. From the current situation of the war, the people of the Eight Orthodox Temples come and have a lot of them. I am afraid that they have already come out of the nest. In this way, the number of the Jiuhua League and the Wansha Island coalition forces face the illusion of the gods. The advantages suddenly disappeared, and the warriors of the Eight-Party Temple also contained a lot of crazy phantom warriors. Both sides were evenly matched. Without the help of Lu Xuan and others, even if they win, they are definitely a big victory.

However, if they chose to help the Jiuhua League Wansha Island coalition forces, then it is undoubtedly letting Sol Anan restore its stability. Once the strength of Sol is restored, no matter what the situation is, no one can predict.

The leaves have no teeth and bite their teeth. Suddenly, they shouted loudly: "Saikong can be there, can you dare to come out?"

The sound of the leaves is constantly echoing. Obviously, he still has a glimmer of hope. He hopes that Si Kongqing can understand the truth, and the two sides will fight each other and join forces to deal with Sol.

It is a pity that in addition to the more deafening shouting sounds from below, there is no response. Ye Wuxie absolutely does not believe that Si Kongqing did not hear it, or that he was not present, or that he did not want to stop talking.

"Father, you need to make a decision as soon as possible." Lu Xuan suddenly screamed: "The soul power in the big battle has been moving. If I expected it to be good... Sol has already begun."

The leaves have no traces of words, and the heart crosses: "Go, kill Sol! As long as you kill Sol, even if you sacrifice thousands of brothers, you can at least keep the Tianjian continent and keep the roots of our humanity!"

Ye Guangjian nodded and said: "No trace, I support you, the ancestors are the Terran Emperor, to protect the human race as their own responsibility, I will wait for the younger generation to inherit the ancestors' great wishes!"

"Go!" Ye did not trace the next word, the first to rush to the mountain where Sol was hiding. Before leaving, he handed over the right to command the battlefield to the hands of Wanshi Island, Heiyue, not seeking meritorious service, but seeking no merit, to protect the lives of the brothers as the top priority, the result of this war, ultimately Who wins is both loses.

The seven people came out together, and if the seven swords came out of the mountain, they all shot at the hiding place of Sol.

In the face of this battle that will soon determine the destiny of Tianjian, the hearts of the seven people are all nothing but ancient wells, calm, no jealousy, no jealousy, no hesitation, no fear, as if only to go to dinner.

The closer to the mountain, the more clearly Lu Xuan can feel the concentration of the soul around it rises until it rises to a soul strength that he has never felt before. So many souls are used. The souls of countless illusionary sages and the souls of the Jiuhuameng brothers are simply comparable to the cruel and **** sacrifices.

Lu Xuan's heart is a bit cold, in this environment, how fast can Sol's recovery speed?

The speed of the seven people is very fast. Under the circumstance, the efforts of dozens of interest have already come to the front of the mountain, and the first obstacle has already appeared in front of them.

No less than 20 warriors lined up in a row, and they brushed the way to Lu Xuan and others. These people, everyone is fluctuating with a sinister atmosphere. Some people know Lu Xuan, for example, he once had Dong Ruyi, who had worked in the seal land, did not know most of them.

However, Lu Xuan does not know, but Ye Wuxie and others can all name it.

"Gu Xingyu, Han Wenmin, Song Tai, Sun Yang..." Ye’s gaze was swept away from the faces of the people, and they murmured: "They are all enshrined by the elders of the sacred gods and the temples. They are all above the virtual reality."

"Father, don't bother, they have all become the soul slaves of Sol." Lu Xuan broke out the channel: "No wonder that I haven't seen any of the illusionists before, and they have all been concentrated by Sol. I want to stop us."

Ye Wenjun ruthlessly said: "That is to kill the past, it should also let my sword drink a blood."

"Kill, don't delay the time, behind, it is estimated that there is a second wave of soul slaves waiting for us." Ye Wuxu did not say much, directly issued the order.

Although these 20 people in front of them are regarded as the best players on Tianjian mainland, they are undoubtedly not the top powers in peacetime, but they are fundamentally in front of Ye Wenjun’s strong standing on the peak of Tianjian’s mainland. Not enough to see.

Ye Wenjun took the lead and rushed out. The opposite soul of the slaves had a movement. A warrior armed with a pair of screams screamed. Ye Wenjun suddenly pushed the hilt and the sword came out. The sword was wonderfully turned in the air. A bend, a maneuver, directly beheaded this person.

After all, the soul slave is a soul slave. Without a soul, there is a strength in the air, but it cannot be fully played out.

Seven people are on the same stage, but for a moment, the interception of more than 20 people are all awarded, among them, Ye Wenjun kills the most, and Ling Xiao is the second, but Lu Xuan is ranked third.

"Directly on the top of the mountain, the top of the mountain is where the eye is, and Sol is bound to be there." Lu Xuan said.

"Okay." The other six people responded with a sigh of relief, and their body shape rose straight and went straight to the top of the mountain.