The Ancient Vast Realm

"Everyone, I'm sorry, I can't let you do what you want for now!"

When the golden snake staff was about to fall into the magic circle, a loud voice suddenly sounded, like a thunder in the ears of Duoduo Luo and the other two.

Countless black mists spread out from the sky and earth, and actually formed a black giant palm, which grabbed the golden light in its hand.

Immediately, in the shocked eyes of the three people, a huge dark shadow emerged from the void little by little. It looked so huge in this cave world. It was Feng Xuan's Disaster Heavenly Monarch Dharma.

"What!"

Seeing this scene, Duoduo Luo and the other two people's faces changed drastically, and the face of the snake prophet showed a trace of disbelief.

It clearly saw Feng Xuan enter the temple and was sealed in it. He could even sense that Feng Xuan himself must still be bound in the temple and had not escaped. It was impossible for him to show his power in the outside world.

The temple could even bind a clan strongman like Bailinghua, so how could it not be able to trap a human being.

"How is it possible..."

The prophet of the snake people was a little absent-minded for a moment, and actually forgot their situation.

"Why bother with those, take back the holy weapon first!"

Unlike the loss of composure of the prophet of the snake people, the king of the sand lizards, Duoduo Luo, took the lead in taking action the moment he saw the Dharma image of the Lord of Disaster.

After a roar, he took out a huge beast-headed blade and slashed it out. The sharp blade light turned into a gorgeous streamer, as if to directly split the huge Dharma image of the Lord of Disaster.

However, this seemingly powerful sword was like a drop in the ocean. After sinking into the body of the Lord of Disaster, which seemed to be made of darkness, it did not cause any waves, as if it was a bottomless black hole.

Seeing this scene, Duoduo Luo's clear yellow beast eyes shrank, and he was horrified in his heart, not understanding what this method was.

Its action also awakened the Snake Man Prophet and the Wind Owl Prophet. The two also used their own methods to attack the Disaster Lord at this moment. At the same time, several people wanted to directly recall the clan-suppressing sacred artifact that they had previously sacrificed.

However, wrapped in the black fog, several people only felt that the connection between the clan-suppressing sacred artifact that had been nurtured for countless years and connected with their own minds had been reduced to the lowest. For a while, except for being able to feel its existence, they could not recall it at all, as if the two sides were separated by a world.

In desperation, several people had to continue attacking, otherwise once the temple was destroyed by the Disaster Lord, everything would be over.

Looking at the scene outside the temple, Feng Xuan looked calm. It turned out that he had arranged the calamity energy in this cave to spread out and explore before entering. With his spiritual perception, how could he not detect the hidden crisis? At this time, he just summoned the calamity energy that had been integrated into the outside world and turned it into a magic phase to fight the enemy.

Behind him, Bai Linghua looked at this scene with a strange light flashing in her eyes.

She was puzzled. You should know that all means were suppressed in this temple. Even if there were some means like clones, they should not be able to continue using them.

However, how could she know that the calamity energy cultivated by the Disaster Sutra was closely related to Feng Xuan himself. Every ray of calamity energy was like a continuation of himself, and it was not something that a small snake temple could stop.

As the snake prophet and others fought with the Disaster Lord, they became more and more horrified. The strength of the huge phantom in front of them was really amazing. The combined strength of the three people was just barely able to compete with it.

Each of its moves seemed ordinary, but it contained great power, so they even had to use all their strength to resist it.

If this battle happened in the outside world, it would have caused a lot of commotion.

Even so, the aftermath of this battle caused the earth of the entire cave world to fly layer by layer, and the endless forest land was also destroyed unprecedentedly.

Feeling all this, Duoduo Luo and his men were slightly relieved. If they had not lured Feng Xuan into the temple, they would not have been able to defeat him even with the holy weapons. After all, their own strength was still a little low, and they could not exert the power of the high-grade holy weapons at all.

However, soon, the people who were fighting fiercely also noticed something strange. As they fought with this huge Dharma image, they also found that the size of the Disaster Lord seemed to be shrinking little by little, and the opponent's power was like a rootless duckweed, which could not be replenished.

. "Its power is weakening. Without the replenishment of the human race strongman, defeat it quickly!"

Discovering this, the snake prophet's eyes suddenly lit up, his heart was calm, and he shouted excitedly.

Although this human race strongman had some means left, it was a pity that it was not enough to let him escape.

The other two naturally discovered this, and they were also relieved. Although some accidents happened, fortunately they were still within their ability to solve, and the winners of this battle were still them.

However, what the few people didn't know was that Feng Xuan, who saw this scene in the temple, was not in a hurry at all, but just watched this scene quietly.

"Your back-up plan doesn't seem to be enough for us to leave here"

Bai Linghua opened her eyes wide. Although her body was still unable to move in the coffin, she saw some battle scenes through the gate of the temple.

But soon she also found that the state of the Disaster Lord did not seem to be good. Once he could not resist the three people and let them take back their respective holy weapons, there would be even less hope.

"These few people do have some strength. If the holy weapon is in hand, even if I face them directly, I may not be able to do anything to them"

Feng Xuan nodded and chuckled, not denying Bai Linghua's words.

But he changed his tone and shook his head and continued:

"Unfortunately, this battle ends here. Now that you have Lord Bai Ling, their value is irrelevant."

As Feng Xuan finished speaking, a space blade suddenly fell from the sky above the temple, and then it actually split the entire temple in two. The broken land lay not far from Feng Xuan and the others, but the surface was as smooth as if it was cut by a sharp weapon.

This scene happened suddenly. Except for Feng Xuan, the others could not react to this sudden change.

Looking at the destroyed temple, the face of the snake prophet became miserable. It understood that everything was over.

"Boss, are you okay?"

The space twisted, and Yin Feng's figure appeared beside Feng Xuan. Around him, there were several sword shadows like swimming fish. Only by looking closely could you find that they were actually several swords like bamboo leaves.

On Yin Feng's shoulder, a pitch-black night crow blinked its obsidian eyes and looked at Feng Xuan. When Yin Feng approached, it flapped its wings and turned into a black mist and merged into his shadow.