"Nanlaicheng...has become like this."

Xu Qingyan's eyes were full of unbearableness.

Ning Yi looked at the ancient city surrounded by the sea of ​​fire, and although his eyes were reluctant to express his grief still flashed.

Ten years ago, my little mother talisman pointed out the dungeon pattern of the law enforcement department, and laid the root of disaster.

When Ling Yue repaired the array patterns, she had long expected that it would be ten years later... She had done her tricks in every dungeon array pattern core.

In the past ten years, the law enforcement department has arrested many demons, and today, Nanlaicheng will face the backlash!

The culprit was sitting on the dark ancient tree growing in the middle of Nanlai City.

Ling Yue had no expression on her face and sat on the trunk.

For him... all the missions were completed when he broke the fifth dungeon.

The flying sword hanging high in the dome burst into a thick sword light.

The sword light floated and covered it!

Cover the sinkhole in the center of Nanlai City and cut it from all directions.

This narrow space only has Ning Yi, Xu Qingyan and Ling Yue.

The flying sword slowly descended and arrived in front of Lingyue.

Ning Yi said expressionlessly: "I have been preaching in southern Xinjiang for ten years, just for today?"

Ling Yue smiled silently, but this extremely polite smile clearly showed provocation... He did not answer, but just sat on the dark branches and looked at Ning Yi with a smile.

What do you think?

"The eternal fallen one will never die and will naturally have a long life." Ning Yi sighed lightly: "Your unique formation pattern attainment, which is not the so-called heavenly gift? You have been sophisticated over the long years, so that you can become more and more familiar with the things of setting up array patterns and writing talismans... and finally you will be perfect."

"Perhaps, your preaching in southern Xinjiang has been far more than ten years." Ning Yi ruthlessly poked Ling Yue's disguise and said lightly: "This was only ten years ago that you found such a good opportunity..."

"Ha...stupid."

Ling Yue spoke, but then stopped talking.

"In the tree world of Longxiao Palace, there is an ancient tree full of light." Ning Yi ignored Ling Yue's behavior of trying to cover up, but instead smiled faintly and said, "Everything in the world has opposition... With light, there will naturally be shadows. Under the ground of Nanlai City, an ancient tree containing the power of shadows was buried deep. It is reasonable that the shadows were trying hard for this ancient tree, and there was nothing good to be surprised."

This passage is not just for Ling Yue to listen to.

It was also said to Xu Qingyan.

Ling Yue's face gradually became gloomy.

Xu Qingyan had a very high understanding. When he saw Ling Yue's reaction, he could understand at a glance. His mood suddenly calmed down and he waited quietly for Ning Yi's later text.

"If you guess correctly, the towering tree in the primitive tree world... should be the origin of all things. Whether it is light or shadow, they are peeled out from the ancient tree." Ning Yi said softly: "The part that fell in front of you, and the part of the Dragon Swallow Palace, are just broken branches."

Speaking of this, Ling Yue's expression still has not changed much.

Ning Yi suddenly laughed, "In the years of preaching in southern Xinjiang... how much incense have you accumulated? Is it enough to have the vows of Buddhist ancient caves? Even if this ancient tree is dug out, is it really useful?"

Ning Yi's next sentence is heartbroken-

"Don't forget, you were defeated in the Buddhist fire case!"

Ling Yue suddenly clenched her fingers.

After climbing out of the sinkhole, the ancient tree he sat cross-legged stopped growing. The vines swayed, the black leaves floated, and the incense rays once again poured into it, but it seemed insignificant.

Every word Ning Yi said hit the nail on the head.

The incense collected by the preaching for decades is still a little short of nourishing this ancient tree.

Ling Yue slowly stood up, and he turned his eyes to Nanlai City, which was covered by sword energy, and asked in a dark voice: "The incense is not enough... Is it enough to sacrifice to this Nanlai City?"

In recent years, as the head of the Law Enforcement Department, he has enjoyed the unique privileges of Nanlaicheng.

He not only laid the formation patterns in the dungeon.

Talismans were also buried around the entire ancient city.

This is an extremely long and huge project. Every talisman is buried quietly. For ten years, it has gathered into furs, sand has accumulated into towers, and a small amount has gathered into many... Each talisman, under the gathering of underground quicksand, condensed into a burst iceberg that could overturn the entire Nanlai City at any time!

Ling Yue suddenly inspired his divine thoughts!

"Boom--"

The entire ancient city was shaking, and the city walls were turbulent, causing dust, and wisps of black light destroyed the city walls. The entire Nanlai City underground seemed to open a huge mouth.

Seeing this scene, Xu Qingyan's expression suddenly changed.

"Ning Yi!"

She subconsciously shouted out the most reliable name in her heart.

Ning Yi aimed at Lingyue and handed out fine snow directly.

With the blessing of Xu Qingyan's divine nature, the sword light is vast and swaying like a river!

However, this time, there was no strange phenomenon of gods and ghosts colliding with the two gorges of Xiaoshishan-

The dry and shattered ancient tree at any time shook out at the moment when the sword energy of light came out, tens of thousands of long black leaves turned into a tornado against the sword energy, submerging Ning Yi and Xu Qingyan!

The reason why the tree world can suppress the abyss.

It is because the ancient tree containing light has it as the foundation of the golden city that Lord Lu Shengshan was able to rest assured, take root with the power of light, and suppress the dark abyss for a hundred years!

And at this moment... this tree in southern Xinjiang has grown branches.

The attacks and killings of light and shadows are reversed.

Ning Yi's sword, the devastating light, was swept by the black shadow, like a sharp blade, broken into thousands and tens of thousands.

Light and shadow, the momentum is the same as water and fire.

Who wins and who loses depends on who is stronger and who is longer.

When the shadow takes root... Ning Yi's sword energy becomes difficult in an instant and difficult step.

The two men's swords were like a small boat, shaking in the wild waves of the unrestless sea of ​​anger, and could be swallowed, overthrown, and submerged at any time.

"These innocent people in Nanlaicheng... must be rescued."

Xu Qingyan pressed Ning Yi's black shirt with one hand tightly. She sent a voice anxiously, and the sound penetrated the heart lake and entered Ning Yi's divine sea.

The sea of ​​anger is in the craziest waves.

Ning Yi's state of mind is unprecedentedly quiet.

This ancient tree, which is fighting against its own sword energy, consumes incense at every moment... Ling Yue intends to turn this battle into a tug-of-war.

Although the outcome is unknown now, it is obvious that if this Nanlai City is lost, the ghost cultivator under Lingyue's command, the shadow of eternal fall, will engulf the entire southern border.

Ning Yi, I can’t afford to lose, nor can I afford to spend it!

How to save Nanlaicheng...

Ning Yi's eyes moved slightly.

He looked at a white jade tied with a red rope flying around his waist in the wild waves of the angry sea.

Ling Yue, who was standing on the canopy of the ancient tree, raised her hands, spread her fingers, and pushed her palm forward fiercely.

He roared at the top of his lungs, "Sword holder? But that's it!"

The moment the sound landed.

Time and space seem to be getting slower.

Ling Yue's thinking did not slow down. He widened his eyes, his dark pupils contracted, forming a slender long line like a thin piece of cut paper.

The red rope tied to Ning Yi's waist floated at the highest point in the air and broke in response.

White jade hanging in the air.

Ning Yi held it in his palm.

The volume of time.

Among the eight volumes of the Sword Holder, the most mysterious and unique force... If you want to refine this book of heaven, you need time, place, and people to be harmonious.

Nothing is indispensable.

Perhaps, great luck is needed.

But perhaps... in the rules of the Sword Holder's Heavenly Book, a special situation is missing.

When someone who refines the ancient scrolls is not alone, what if it is?

From the perspective of perfect adaptation alone, the Dragon Emperor can refine the scroll of time, and the Lu Sheng can also refine the scroll of time... The power of this book of heaven can be exerted to the extreme in the hands of these two people.

But what if a book of heaven is refined by two people at the same time?

The two of them gathered together the right time, place, and people.

"Miss Xu..."

Ning Yi spoke softly, and every word slowly came into the sea of ​​divine things on the woman's back.
To be continued...