"Open!"
Following Xuan Mo's earth-shattering roar, a vast amount of immortal spirit gushed out of her body, stirring up the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the Lightning Pool Battlefield, forming a terrifying immortal technique.
Open.
The name of the immortal technique was only one word, but the power it contained was endless. The Gate of Opening was opened, the Mountain Splitting was opened, and the Heaven Splitting Earth was also opened! Xuan Mo's great immortal technique smashed into the endless darkness in front of her, only to see the pitch-black world rolling and tumbling, a thin crack suddenly appeared in the middle. In the crack, there was a clear sky and a warm breeze, like heaven in purgatory.
Dixian's power could indeed change heaven and earth. Compared to this great immortal technique, even the Heaven's Punishment Lightning seemed to be overshadowed. Black, who had the advantage of time and place, didn't look so invincible anymore. Although the ray of light in the darkness was weak, it was like a spark of fire, igniting endless hope.
At the same time, more than ten rays of light exploded from the place that was wrapped in the darkness. It was Dixian, who was previously swallowed by the darkness, burning her life to respond to the ray of light in the darkness.
"Wang Lu, hurry!"
Golden blood gushed out of Xuan Mo's seven orifices. In order to maintain this great immortal technique, she had already overloaded herself. Her celestial body and jade bones were breaking under the backlash. Although the fire of hope in the darkness was burning, her fire of life was constantly weakening …
However, at this moment, Wang Lu seemed to be stunned. He just stood there and didn't move. Xuan Mo's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, she urged again, "Hurry! I can't hold on much longer … "
Before she finished speaking, Wang Lu's expression changed. He stretched out his hand, but his movement was still half a beat too slow.
In front of him, the darkness that was split in half suddenly merged together, and the ray of light was instantly extinguished. Above the sky, countless rays of lightning bloomed in the blood clouds, instantly converged into one, and shot down. The thick lightning pillar was a thousand feet in diameter, and it completely swallowed Xuan Mo.
The lightning pillar only struck for a moment. When the light dissipated, a circular hole with a radius of ten thousand feet appeared in the sea of blood below. It was so deep that the bottom could not be seen. The sea of blood surged and roared, but when it passed by the hollow, it automatically circled around it and didn't come into contact with it. It was as if the space here had already been distorted, and a special passage that didn't allow any external objects to pass was blasted out by the thunderbolt.
Putting aside the fact that Xuan Mo was like a lamp that had run out of oil, even if he was in perfect condition, it would still be difficult for him to face such power head-on. This was the wrath of the heavens and earth within the pool of lightning, and it wasn't something a single creature could go against.
However, Xuan Mo did not die.
At this time, Xuan Mo was standing on the top of a barren mountain. He was held in Wang Lu's arms. His whole body was trembling and weak, and faint golden tears of blood flowed down from his eyes.
It was Wang Lu who saved her. At the critical moment of life and death, a pitch-black rapier appeared in her place. And Xuan Mo herself was transferred into Wang Lu's arms … Wang Lu sacrificed a flying sword with a numinous treasure in exchange for Xuan Mo's life.
"Fortunately, I guessed it."
Wang Lu said coldly. He let go of Xuan Mo and let her lie on the ground. The top of the barren mountain was washed by the rain of blood, and the ground was covered with blood. Xuan Mo's gauze-like celestial robe was soon stained with red and black, but she didn't seem to notice it. She was still lying on the ground with her head buried.
"I'll give you five seconds to adjust."
Just now, Wang Lu exchanged the spiritual sword for Xuan Mo. This kind of human-sword exchange was based on the foundation of the human-sword unity. At the critical moment of life and death, the sword spirit of the black sword forcibly resonated with Xuan Mo and swapped her out of the range of the thunderbolt, while the sword spirit itself disappeared. At that moment, Xuan Mo was indeed saved, but she was also severely injured. Her mind was almost completely destroyed.
She could feel the pain and resentment of the sword spirit of the black sword before it died. Unfortunately, there was no more time for her to slowly calm down. She could only use her immortal heart to suppress the throbbing and restore her calmness.
"Okay, I can do it again later."
Wang Lu was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, do it again."
When Xuan Mo attacked for the first time, Wang Lu, with his extraordinary judgment and intuition, guessed that the black was probably luring the snake out of its hole, so he was lucky enough to escape. Then, Wang Lu guessed that the black should not be able to prepare another thunderbolt.
After the thunderbolt just now, the blood cloud above their heads was obviously much thinner, and there were a lot less lightning snakes swimming in it.
However, the situation did not become advantageous because of this. Xuan Mo's attack did not succeed, and she was already on the verge of collapse. Golden blood kept gushing out of her seven orifices, and her flawless skin cracked in large areas … It seemed like she could fall at any time.
But Xuan Mo did not intend to give up.
She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Her pupils became blood red, and the platinum blood flowing out of her seven orifices flowed back into her body. The color also changed from gold to dark red.
Wang Lu raised his eyebrows. He knew that Xuan Mo was no longer risking her life. She was basically risking her life.
She was compressing her immortal spirit, converging all the remaining power in her body and compressing it, hoping to release the strongest explosion. That was why the blood that came into contact with the immortal spirit would turn red again, and the blood that she lost would be pulled back into her body by this suction force …
But this compression method was built on the basis that there was no return. Immortal spirit, primordial spirit, jade bones, spiritual energy of heaven and earth … Once all of them were mixed together, it would be difficult to separate them. However, if this was not the case, how could the seriously injured and dying Xuan Mo use the second Great Immortal Technique?
After noticing Xuan Mo's movement, Black immediately reacted. Although the thunder snakes in the sky were small and insignificant, they all roared and rushed down from the clouds. In the blood sea, various kinds of demonic beasts and demon spirits jumped out, ready to encircle and annihilate.
Seeing this situation, Wang Lu was inwardly moved. He immediately opened the Divine Weapon Arsenal and lined up all the spiritual treasure level divine weapons beside him.
"Go!"
Wang Lu made a sword finger, aimed at the thunder falling from the clouds, and shouted. Suddenly, a short sword turned into a flash of light and rushed up, colliding with the falling thunder, and the two disappeared.
At the same time, there were another three flying swords of fire, respectively facing the three demon spirits in the blood sea, and then resolutely self-destructed, evaporating these powerful demon spirits in an instant.
The cultivation of Nascent Soul Level was no longer enough to protect oneself on this battlefield, and could only rely on the Heavenly Weapon Arsenal to use extravagant and cruel means to delay.
Xuan Mo clearly sensed all this, and her heart kept surging with grief.
After a brief resonance with the sword spirit of the black sword, she knew very well how painful and desperate it was for these flying swords with spiritual nature to be used as consumables to self-destruct. And as the main messenger, Wang Lu … He was not born cold-blooded and cruel, and he must also be under great pressure to use his sword finger to drive the flying swords to die.
Therefore, she could not waste this precious opportunity … However, just when Xuan Mo was about to integrate everything, she was suddenly stopped by Wang Lu.
"Wait."
Xuan Mo's eyes widened in disbelief, "Are you crazy!?"
This is a terrible price to buy a moment of time, and you actually want to wait? Wait for what?! Can't you see that in this battlefield, time is more advantageous to the side?
"Wait." Wang Lu emphasized again, and his voice was a little heavier.
Xuan Mo resisted the pressure of burning her internal organs and decided to listen to Wang Lu's opinion. It was just that …
"What are you waiting for?"
Wang Lu was silent for a moment, and then his voice trembled slightly, "I don't know … But, I think now it's black urging us to act."
With that, he suddenly stretched out his right hand and propped up a golden Non-Phase Sword Defense, which wrapped the two of them in it, and then his left hand pointed in another direction.
The next moment, the two people inside the sword defense disappeared from the top of the mountain and appeared in another place.
It was a place filled with dazzling galaxies, a place that was cold yet hot.
Outside the Thunder Reservoir.
"Fortunately, I was cautious enough to set up a road sign before I came."
The so-called road sign was naturally a flying sword that had been arranged in advance. However, before Wang Lu's voice fell, Xuan Mo grabbed his collar, stared at him with blood-red eyes, and asked, "Wang Lu, what the hell do you want to do!?"
"It's a simple logic." Wang Lu grasped Xuan Mo's wrist and opened his slender hands a little bit so that he could speak clearly, "The more the enemy wants us to do, the more we can't do it. Black's approach seems to be anxiously urging us to launch the second attack, but in theory, he has no reason to be anxious. Time is more advantageous to him. "
Xuan Mo calmed down a little, "And then?"
"Then, I guess he has encountered some trouble and needs to solve the two of us as soon as possible, so that he can solve that trouble. In other words, he can't split himself. "
"So, you want to say, now time is on our side?" Xuan Mo asked, "These are all your guesses, how sure are you?"
"Less than ten percent." Wang Lu shook his head, "But, at that time, the probability of success for the second attack is less than one percent."
Xuan Mo gritted his teeth and realized that what Wang Lu said was true. At that time, Black could fall thunder from the sky and summon demon spirits from the sea of blood, so he didn't know how many cards he had.
"So, wait a minute, I think the variables will come soon."
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"Black … is probably coming soon."
In the City of Immortals, Luo Xiao raised his head high. His eyes passed through the thick dome of the City of Immortals as if he could see an infinitely distant place.
"Are you sure?"
Luo Xiao shook his head and said with a smile, "Mind Disorientation Powder has been dispelled, and the cards have been revealed. If he still refuses to come back, I will kneel down and call him father. Moreover, for me, I don't need to be so sure. With a ten to twenty percent chance, I can bet on it. Even if things fail, how much loss can I suffer? If I hold the thigh of the Fallen Immortal, Black can't kill me. "
After a pause, Luo Xiao said, "But, I think he will come back. If Mind Disorientation Powder is dispelled, maybe he can endure it, but if he loses this thing, he will die. "
Shu Si looked at the cyan bottle in Luo Xiao's hand and asked curiously, "What is this thing? Why is it so important?"
Luo Xiao threw the bottle over and said, "The root of Mind Disorientation Powder, the Vortex of the Fallen."
"Huh?" Shu Si was startled. In a flurry, he almost dropped the bottle to the ground.
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