my luck is on

"I just used Wentian Jue to divination some things. If I go to Wanjian Cliff, the Refining Realm Sect will still have a chance, but if I go to the Nine Dragon Hall, the Refining Realm Sect will die."

Lu Yang's body went limp for a while, and he showed an expression of exertion as he tidied up his messy inner breath.

"Thousands of years ago, Yi Qingfeng guarded the Refining Realm Sect through the Demon Dao War. Thousands of years later, I will do my best to help the Refining Realm Sect survive this calamity."

The void in Lu Yang's hand shone brightly, and various styles of spirit swords appeared alternately.

After listening to Lu Yang's words, Ning Juehui shattered the spirit talisman in her hand and said, "I'll go too, you need my guardian."

Looking at the appearance of the two, Jin Yan sighed and shook his head and said: "I can't let you take risks, the mountain protection array has been broken, and now going to Wanjianya is no different from risking your life."

"Jin Yan, you know that the accuracy rate of Wen Tian Jue is as high as [-]%. Wu Mingzi once told me a word, knowing that it can't be done, so I can't give up."

Lu Yang left Jin Yan behind, turned around and picked up Qinggong and left.

Ning Juehui nodded to Jin Yan and followed behind Lu Yang.

From the back of Lu Yang who was going away, Jin Yan seemed to see Wu Mingzi's approving expression.

The corners of Jin Yan's mouth twitched, but he still didn't catch up after all, but murmured to himself: "Wu Mingzi, that child didn't disappoint you."

Lu Yang stopped suddenly, leaning against the tree trunk panting like a cow.

Seeing Lu Yang's strange state, Ning Juehui stretched out her hand to send some spiritual energy to him.

Lu Yang waved his hand to reject Ning Juehui, and said, "It's not about spiritual power, it's about asking Tian Jue to devour the practitioner's cultivation. I didn't expect it to be so sudden, and I was a little caught off guard."

Seeing a trace of worry in Ning Juehui's eyes, Lu Yang smiled.

"Let's go, the longer we delay, the more people will die."

Lu Yang took a deep breath and stood up.

Suddenly, a group of pagan disciples, armed with all kinds of magical weapons, flashed across the sky above Lu Yang, and thunder flashed behind him.

Even Ning Juehui and Lu Yang, who were far away on the ground, could still hear the shouts of that group of people clearly.

"Kill that beast!"

"Ten Thousand Years Rare Horn, Lin Jia, and Inner Alchemy!"

"Don't let it go!"

A series of shouts caused more thunder.

The sound of wailing and exclamation rose and fell one after another amidst the sound of thunder.

Looking at the thunder light in the distance, Lu Yang trembled faintly while holding Xu Miao's hand.

Ning Juehui noticed Lu Yang's hand and said, "The Beast Master deliberately lured the enemy away. If you go there now, it will be in vain for the Beast Master's intentions."

"I know."

Lu Yang said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

At this moment, the golden flame's radiant Kirin had already been stained red by blood.

Blood was flowing like rivers on the ground, and many people around were staring at it, but worriedly watching the thundercloud churning on the top.

"on!"

Suddenly, three people came from different directions, and the spirit sword in their hands was shining brightly.

But at the next moment, two thunderbolts struck.

In an instant, Tianlei turned the two of them into coke without hesitation.

Seeing that Tianlei didn't land on him, the only one left was overjoyed and rushed towards Jin Yan.

Holding the spirit sword high, a mighty smile appeared on his face.

Jin Yan moved, and a golden shadow came to the person like lightning.

Shocked, the pagan monk held the spirit sword in his hand in front of his chest.

"useless."

Jin Yan stepped on the spirit sword in just one face-to-face encounter.

"Big... don't be afraid, everyone. Ants kill elephants a lot. A rare horn that has been around for thousands of years can forge the legendary fairy sword."

The pagan monk watched the crowd back away in fear, and shouted out quickly.

"Too many ants kill elephants? To me, you are indeed like ants, but to say that this deity is an elephant? You underestimate me!"

With an inexplicable smile, Jin Yan stomped on the ground with both hooves.

The entire land suddenly cracked, and crystals of golden light gushed out of the surface.

In an instant, everyone's chests were pierced by gold crystals.

Blood water fell like rain, and the golden flames that drenched it were like blood jade unicorns.

Seeing that the remaining pagans only dared to fly with their swords and dared not step on the ground, Jin Yan said playfully, "Remember that this deity is Jin Lin?"

On the other side, Lu Yang and the two had arrived at the valley entrance near Wanjian Cliff.

"Sure enough, the protective array has disappeared."

Lu Yang looked at Wanjian Cliff, which was supposed to be surrounded by dense fog, and felt a little strange.

Ning Juehui closed her eyes and felt the moisture hidden in the air, and said, "There is no one breathing inside."

Lu Yang nodded, and said: "It's not too late, I must rush to the top of the cliff first, and set up the formation."

Ning Juehui threw out the floating waves and said, "Then I'll take you up, you have to save some strength to set up the formation."

Lu Yang stepped on it, and the floating waves didn't feel as soft as expected, but were as hard as iron, very solid.

As he climbed to the top of the cliff, the piercing wind kept flashing past.

Many spirit swords still stood on Wanjian Cliff, but Lu Yang frowned.

"The pagan sect broke the mountain protection formation, but did not plunder the Wanjianya Lingjian. What's their plan?" Lu Yang was puzzled.

"Perhaps it's because the sword can't move on its own. As long as the Lianjing faction is destroyed, the spirit sword here is still within reach."

Ning Juehui's face turned cold and she sneered.

Don't you intend to stay alive...

Listening to Ning Juehui's opinion, Lu Yang also had a solid understanding of the formation of the mountain protection formation in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, the two reached the top of a bare cliff.

"How many swords are missing?"

Ning Juehui looked at the gaps in the ground and became worried.

Spiritual objects are needed to set up formations, some people use spiritual stones and good jade as a formation, and some people are good at using weapons and swords.

For ordinary small formations, the number of spirit swords is not enough, which is not a problem, but if it is a large formation protecting the mountain, the impact of the lack of spirit swords will be incalculable.

"I only have three magic weapons."

Ning Juehui took out a small knife, Floating Waves, and Dragon God Whip.

Lu Yang shook his head and pushed Fulang and Dragon Whip back, and said, "You don't have Fulang and Dragon Whip, how can you protect the Dharma?"

Hearing these words, Ning Juehui picked up the floating waves and the dragon whip, hesitated to speak: "But this way..."

"64 spirit swords are missing, and all of them are main swords. It seems that they want people to be unable to repair the mountain protection formation. I didn't expect that there are also formation masters in pagan religions."

Seeing that there was no sword spirit on Wanjian Cliff, Lu Yang already guessed that all the main formation pillars had been pulled out.

Without sufficient spiritual veins, of course, the sword spirit cannot take place.

At this time, one spirit sword after another sprang out of Lu Yang's body.

Some are as thick as a giant axe, some are as thin as a short dagger, some exude immortal aura, and there are spirit swords that exude the aura of slaughter.

Ning Juehui stepped aside knowingly, and squeezed out a magic formula in his hand, which condensed the water vapor and condensed into a column of ice.

Seeing her figure reflected on the icicles, Ning Juehui drew a thick fog again.

Just when Ning Juehui was getting ready, the doorman in her arms buzzed.

I saw the group of swords surrounding Wanjian Cliff shining brightly, reflecting the entire sky like a glow.