The Portal of Wonderland

Boom

Several purple flashes of lightning fell, and the sound of explosions sounded one after another, and several small purple flags shattered.

The purple mist on the golden light curtain suddenly surged in all directions, unable to condense again, and the small opening just opened gradually closed again.

what happened?

Everyone on the stone platform was shocked and angry, and looked sideways.

In the middle of the sky not far away, there is a black shadow flying over.

It's the guardian puppet, ready to attack! Zhao Jian frowned and shouted loudly.

Just as the people on the stone platform sacrificed the magic weapon, dozens of purple lightning lights and dozens of flaming spears fell towards the people in midair.

All of a sudden, a flash of light appeared in midair, and various halos emerged one after another!

Immediately afterwards, dozens of three-headed lion eagle puppets with wings on their backs flew down from the air and rushed towards the people on the stone platform.

Dozens of golden armored warriors were riding on the three lion eagle puppets, slashing down at everyone on the stone platform, wielding golden sabers in their hands.

They're all puppets in the late stage of the Heaven Rank! A disciple of the Lichen Sect exclaimed loudly.

As soon as the three lion eagle puppets fell, the bloody mouths on the three heads opened wide at the same time, and purple electricity, flames and wind blades gushed out at the same time, converging into dozens of three-color tornadoes three feet high, criss-crossing and intertwining with each other Attacked towards the crowd.

Several disciples of the Lichen Sect united together and cast the magic formula together. The magic weapon in their hands flashed with aura, and they shot a purple electric wall about ten feet high, blocking it towards the three-color tornado.

There was a bang.

The three-color tornado smashed heavily on the purple electric wall, and immediately tore it apart frantically.

There was a squeak on the purple electric wall, and the lightning flashed, barely blocking the three-color tornado.

At this moment, from the other side of the purple electric wall, another three-color tornado swept over, echoing the previous tornado, pulling and tearing each other crazily, tearing the purple wall into pieces .

A Lichen Sect disciple didn't have time to retreat, and was immediately pulled in by two tornadoes, grinding and squeezing into a puddle of minced meat.

Sword Formation! Young Master Zhuyun shouted loudly while urging the blue long sword to slash at a golden armored warrior.

After hearing this, the disciples of the Cloud Chasing Sword Sect formed several three-talented sword arrays based on Heaven, Earth and Man in groups of three.

This sword formation is formed by three people. When scattered, they defend each other, and when they attack together, they are powerful. It is a basic sword formation with both offense and defense.

As soon as the sword array was formed, it broke through three tornadoes one after another, and drove back the first three lion eagle puppets.

However, before these cloud chasing disciples were happy, even several golden armored warriors jumped up from the backs of the three lion eagle puppets, completely ignoring the sword array attack, and plunged into the sword array. The disciple in the middle position was killed or seriously injured.

The disciples in the center are the core of the Three Talents Sword Formation. Once they lose their combat power, the sword formation will be broken immediately.

Impossible! How do these ignorant puppets know the way to break the formation? Mo Xihui was startled, and the Sifang True Lightning Formation of the disciples of the Lichen Sect also suffered repeated setbacks.

The situation of the Black Demons is also not optimistic. Their devilish attack has limited influence on the puppets, and they have lost some advantages in the battle. Although they are physically strong, they are still forced to retreat again and again.

The formation couldn't work, and the puppets were extremely powerful. These forces were all passive, and they were expelled from the vicinity of the golden barrier one by one.

Zhao Jian's long halberd slashed down vertically, and the blazing light on it directly smashed a golden warrior with a knife into two pieces.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and his eyes swept around the battlefield, and a purple shadow suddenly came into his eyes.

Hmph, so that's the case! Zhao Jian said coldly.

After all, his figure blurred for a while, flickering on the stone platform one after another, and flew towards the innermost end of the three lion eagle puppets.

Die!

Zhao Jian shouted loudly, black and white light flickered on the halberd in his hand, and suddenly stabbed in front of him.

Zi Ling was half-sitting on the backs of the three lion eagle puppets, with her eyes tightly closed.

She felt a strong spiritual force coming, and immediately opened her eyes. Startled, she shot a piece of purple light in front of her, but her body flew backwards.

At the same time, the three heads of the puppets below him raised their heads, and a three-color tornado swept out immediately.

With a loud bang, the three-color tornado and purple awn immediately shattered before the tip of Zhao Jian's halberd.

Zhao Jian snorted coldly, waved the long halberd in his hand, and once again bullied him, fighting with Zi Ling.

Without Ziling's command and control, the combat power of those golden-armored warriors and puppet beasts dropped immediately, and they could no longer accurately destroy the magic circles set up by various forces. Under the attack of the disciples from all directions, they quickly retreated.

Mo Gehui and Jiu Shiluo also discovered the problem, and ordered their respective teams to continue slaughtering the puppets, while they moved around from the left and right sides, and together with Zhao Jian, surrounded Zi Ling in the center.

Zi Ling was surrounded by three people in the center, but there was no trace of fear on her immature face, but she looked at the three people with a look of sarcasm.

What's going on, Brother Zhao, isn't this person a disciple of your Qinglan Holy Land? Mo Xihui asked Zhao Jian with a puzzled look on his face.

Who are you? Why are you able to drive the guardian puppet here? Zhao Jian stared at Zi Ling and asked in a cold voice.

Zi Ling didn't answer his words, but her eyes retreated steadily on the stone platform, and the puppet that was constantly shattered was circulating, gradually revealing a hint of determination.

Hmph, shameless bastards, thieves, dare to think about the treasures in the fairy palace. With me here, you don't want to step into the Baoyue Palace again. I will let you be buried with Kunlun. Zi Ling said with a sneer .

After all, purple runes appeared one after another on his cheeks and arms, and the purple light on his limbs and torso was bright, making his skin almost transparent.

The fluctuations of the spiritual power coming from his body were very violent and extremely unstable, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

No, she is going to burn everything! Zhao Jian frowned and stepped back first.

Mo Gehui and Jiu Shiluo reacted extremely quickly, they quickly retreated and came directly outside the stone platform.

But the people on the stone platform couldn't react for a while, and none of them retreated.

Go to hell! Zi Ling said, the purple light on her body was so bright that it was about to burst.

However, at this moment, a soft white light transmitted down from the sky, covering Zi Ling's body, and quickly calmed down her originally extremely unstable spiritual power fluctuations.

Zi Ling looked up into the air, the figure bathed in the soft white light, with a look of excitement on his face, whispered tremblingly: Master...

I saw white light shining there, and a huge white lotus flower emerged out of thin air, and Yan Luo was standing on it wearing a water-blue palace attire.

The black silk on his head was lightly drawn, and a white jade hairpin was fixed on the back of his head. On his alluring face, the Qiong nose stood up and the cherry lips were slightly parted, as if finely carved, without a single flaw.

The belt on his body fluttered, and the corners of his sleeves danced. Against the background of the huge white flowers, he looked like a fairy from the nine heavens, showing a dusty temperament that ordinary people absolutely do not have.

On the stone platform, almost everyone forgot to move, and looked up at Yanluo one after another.

Precious flower... Holy ancestor... Jiushiluo whispered with a complex look on his face.

The expressions of the other dozen or so members of the Black Demon Clan changed drastically upon hearing this.

Holy Patriarch? Do you still respect me as the Patriarch? Yan Luo's eyes were very calm, sweeping over those people, and asked without any emotion.

Holy... Holy Patriarch forgives...

All the members of the Black Demon Clan trembled all of a sudden, shouted repeatedly, and fell to the ground one after another.

What you're waiting for, I'll talk about it later. Yan Luo finished speaking, and twitched the formula in his hand, a light flashed in the void in front of him, and a section of colorful tree branch appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree! Jiushiluo said softly.

Zhao Jian's eyes flashed, and he fixed his eyes on the branch.

Yan Luo lightly held the wonderful tree of seven treasures in his hand, and waved it casually, and a colorful light immediately lit up on the top of the branch.

I saw a huge seven-petaled lotus suddenly blooming on the ground under the Black Demon Clan, wrapping it up and putting it all in.

Then Cailian's light flashed, and disappeared together with the Black Demons.

This is a holy rank powerhouse!

Among the crowd, someone suddenly yelled.

The three disciples of the Holy Land felt the fluctuation of the breath coming from Yan Luo, and they panicked for a while, and the noise on the stone platform suddenly broke out.

I don't know who started it, and fled under the stone platform. Except for Zhao Jian and a few people, the disciples of the three holy lands jumped off the stone platform one after another, and fled in all directions in a hurry.

Yan Luo raised his eyebrows slightly, and after scanning those people around, his body burst into colorful lights, and he moved one hand in the void one after another, and a three-layer ring-shaped prohibition circle suddenly appeared in the sky above Baoyue Palace.

I saw a white light projected from the magic circle, reflecting on all the disciples of the Holy Land.

The moment these people were illuminated by the white light, they seemed to evaporate, and suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

After everyone disappeared, Yan Luo put down his raised hand, with a tired look on his face.

His eyes turned, he looked towards Ziling, and waved at him gently.

...

Inside the Kunlun Holy Ruins, in an unknown space.

On the ground of an altar, a burst of white light suddenly lit up, and circles of magic circle runes emerged.

Immediately afterwards, figures came out of the magic circle staggeringly, they were the disciples who disappeared from the three holy places just now.

After Zhao Jian appeared, the long halberd in his hand immediately lit up with black and white light, blocking it in front of him.

Turning around slightly, looking around, he found that all of them seemed to be on a huge round altar, surrounded by a pitch-black void, and could not see anything.

Around the altar, there are eight white jade pillars engraved with bewitching flowers, which directly connect into the dark void above, and it is hard to tell how high it is.

This... what is this place?

Someone in the crowd asked, his voice was a little trembling, and he seemed very afraid.

Under the current situation, naturally no one would answer him, and everyone was on guard, guarding against the guardian puppets that might appear at any time. (To be continued.)