The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

Outside the imperial mausoleum, Yaochi Qinxiu formed an array, constantly urging the sound of the piano to meet the mirage dragon that was approaching them rapidly.

As the two elders, Di and Xiao, who had the highest cultivation base among them, they also endured the greatest pressure of confronting Mirage Dragon head-on.

The two looked serious, and the flute and flute played sharp notes, turning into a blue wave and rushing into the gray mist.

But the speed of the living creature coming out of the nether world was not affected at all, and the fog that was dispersed for a moment quickly condensed back.

There is still no movement in the depths of the imperial mausoleum. The young master and the others still need time, but even the strongest "Chaosheng Song" played by the two cannot stop it. The two elders stopped playing for a while, holding their magic weapon in the hands.

Just when the two of them decided to break the boat and use the most extreme means to block it with their own death for a while, a huge shadow suddenly appeared above their heads.

In the open space not covered by fog in the eastern suburbs, everyone in Yaochi looked up and saw a white jade boat slowly approaching under the moonlight.

The people on the boat have silver hair and purple pupils, their temperament is dusty, no matter their clothes or appearance, they are all different from the people of this world.

Sitting in the boat, the island master of Penglai looked at the gray sea of ​​fog that covered the entire imperial capital, put down his teacup, and stretched out his hand towards the mirage dragon hidden in the sea of ​​fog.Under the moonlight, the Yaochi people who were still awake saw a huge, perfect, slender palm like carved from white jade protruding from the sky, grabbing towards the mirage dragon!

"Go down."

In the depths of the imperial mausoleum, Xie Changle, who saw the completely opened yin and yang eyes and saw the dark scene below, was still in shock when he first came into contact with the other side of the world, and was pulled by Chu Yiyang and jumped into the whirlpool .

Beitang Hanye stopped at the spot and watched the two go down.

His eyes were looking at the vortex of Yin Qi surging up because of the approach of the living person, and the Qiankun sword in his hand was ready to be unsheathed at any time.

Chu Yiyang jumped down with his younger brother, but did not fall straight to the bottom.

When the two of them stopped castrating, Xie Changle lowered his head, only to realize that puppet silk as thin as a hair had been woven into a net under their feet at some point, making their whereabouts stop at a distance from Yin Qi. place.

Xie Changle was very nervous.

He licked his chapped lips, and asked Chu Yiyang beside him: "Brother, come down, and then?"

He still didn't know what Chu Yiyang planned to do when he went deep into the imperial tomb and came to the source of all the changes.

Chu Yiyang inspected the vortex under his feet for a moment, thinking about what he said when he met Xu Wang again.

Under the Nether, there are existences beyond their expectations, who can drive the ghosts and beasts of the Nether at will, and can tame strange beasts like mirage dragons.

The Zhongzhou Shrine no longer has a master, so as another world that is symmetrical to the Yang world, is there a god under the Nine Netherworld?

The face on the statue of Shenjun flashed before Chu Yiyang's eyes.

He dismissed that face, turned to look at his younger brother, and then pulled his arm: "Bleeding."

The suppression under the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs is based on Xuanyuan's blood. As long as the Xuanyuan Dynasty has descendants, the opened seal can be sealed back again.

Xie Changle only saw a golden light flash in his hand, and the next moment, a golden bell hairpin was held by his brother and pressed against his wrist.

He only heard the ringing of the bell, and his wrist felt cold and painful, and the skin was cut by the sharp golden bell hairpin, and warm blood sprayed out.

Chu Yiyang held his younger brother's wrist and turned the wound to face the vortex below.

The spiritual power penetrated along the wound, and as soon as it was stimulated, the rushing blood turned into a bright red blood mist, covering the vortex downward.

The blood mist and the gray vortex quickly came into contact. When the first drop of blood met the cold gray mist, it was like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, and the entire vortex formed by the condensed cold air fluctuated violently.

The strong yin energy seemed to come alive instantly, condensing the shadows of countless evil spirits.

As soon as they appeared, they showed a ferocious expression, stretched out their sharp claws, and grabbed the two people standing on the puppet wire!

To them, Xuanyuan's blood is like a blazing sun, which they hate the underworld creatures the most. Just a little bit of it can make them disappear, not to mention that it has sealed their passage back to the underworld for so long strength.

Seeing Xuanyuan's bloodline appearing in front of her eyes right now, it's like the envy of the enemy.

As the key to restarting the seal, Xie Changle was still bleeding, and the sharp ghost claws were about to touch the soles of their feet.

But Chu Yiyang would never allow these pickled things to hurt his younger brother.

The red clothes on the young man's body and the long hair on his shoulders were violently moved by the wind, and the mark of the evil spirit in the shape of flames appeared between his eyebrows again.

The next moment, those evil spirits whose fingers hooked the puppet thread lost their sanity, turned into smoke, and were sucked into the glove of his left hand.

Seeing that the first wave of evil spirits were suppressed, the white-clothed sword master standing on a high place did not make a move.

Sensing the powerful aura descending from outside the imperial mausoleum, Beitang Hanye turned his head and looked in that direction, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the heavy stone walls in front of him, and landed on the Penglai Island Lord who appeared at this time.

He had put a mark on the owner of Penglai Island before, and now he sensed the system to remind Chu Yiyang: "The owner of Penglai Island is here."

Chu Yiyang: "It's a good time to come."

With such a big event happening in the imperial capital, and so many people trapped here, the Northern Realm Xuanmen and these three-realm giants should have come a long time ago.

He has dealt with the mirage dragon outside, bought them more time, and now he can re-seal the yin and yang flipping eyes with all his energy.

Chu Yiyang held his younger brother's arm and reminded: "Hold Yuan Shou Yi."

To restart the seal of Xuanyuan Imperial Mausoleum, he had to remove at least half of the blood.

Xie Changle's blood flowed out, and was catalyzed by Chu Yiyang's spiritual power into a blood mist that filled the sky and suppressed it downward.

The body temperature, vitality and strength of his whole body were disappearing with the blood loss, and his face gradually turned pale.

If he was not a powerful monk, but an ordinary person, he might be dead by now.

At this time, Chu Yiyang consumed his blood without any mercy, until the swirling vortex underneath was suppressed inch by inch, and the bottom pit reappeared, then he stopped pushing.

He casually pushed open the bottle stopper, poured the prepared hemostatic powder thickly on his wrist, then stuffed him with a bottle of elixir to restore vitality, and he jumped down.

The red clothes were like fire, like a ball of flame falling into the cold mist.

Chu Yiyang stepped on the ground with both feet, and looked at the stone chair reappeared in the middle of the pit.

He is still in the state of a ghost, and the cold air does not repel him.

He walked forward, and as he walked, a small blue-black cauldron appeared in his palm.

Whether it was Beitang Hanye, who was holding the battle, or Xie Changle, who was standing pale on the puppet silk, they all saw the little cauldron in his hand and felt the power in it surpassing the heavenly magic weapon.

The power absorbed by the Chen Xing Ding in the mirror, water and moon has not been exhausted, and the inscriptions on it are still flashing, adding a bit of dazzling to the quaint body of the tripod.

This is Chu Yiyang's method, and this is his confidence to come in and seal Yin Yang's overturning eyes again.

Indeed, the lost Xuanyuan Sword couldn't be found for a while, and the same heavenly magic weapon was used to replace it and suppress it in the same position, but this tripod... where did he get it from?

Chu Yiyang stopped in front of the stone chair and looked down at the ground.

On the ground, there was still a deep cut where Xuanyuan Sword was pulled out.

He withdrew his gaze, and looked at the Chen Xing Ding in his hand again. After being activated, this magic weapon had a certain degree of spiritual connection with him. He silently said "Go", and then put the small blue-black The tripod was thrown upwards.

As soon as the Chenxing Cauldron was out of his palm, it spun around in the light of the inscription, changing from the size of a palm back to its original size when it appeared under the Qingye Mountain City.

A thick, primitive aura that seemed to come from the wilderness permeated the entire tomb chamber, and when the cold aura that had been suppressed to the end met this aura, they were all suppressed and retracted into the passage.

There was a moment of silence between heaven and earth.

Aware of the shock brewing in the silence, Xie Changle, who was standing on the net made of puppet silk, quickly straightened up, and called out nervously to Chu Yiyang who was still standing on the ground: "Brother!"

At this moment, some memories that seemed to not belong to him flashed before Xie Changle's eyes: strange rooms, bright light curtains, papers rolled up by the strong wind, dazzling lights...

Before he could urge him any further, Chu Yiyang, who was standing on the ground, had withdrawn the spiritual power injected into the token, and his ghostly aura turned into the anger of a living person.

His figure turned into a streamer, and by the way, his younger brother who was still standing on the net flew back to the platform.

The moment the two left, the seal blessed by the Chen Xing Ding restarted, emitting a dazzling golden light.

For a moment, whether it was in the streets and alleys of the imperial capital or the ghosts wandering in the territory of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, all of them burst out with the light of the seal.

The inscription of Chen Xing Ding replaced Xuanyuan Sword's power of the earth, flashing on countless evil spirits and beasts, blocking their power.

The things from the past that came from the netherworld turned into mist after a burst of wailing, and were sucked into the ground by the dragon veins that were guarded by Xuanyuan's blood and reactivated at this moment, and dragged towards the passage under the imperial mausoleum.

The golden light was dazzling, broke through the top of the tomb, and rushed into the night sky.

The gray-white mirage dragon with radiant phantom pupils was rolling and struggling in the jade-like palm, but it couldn't get out at all.

Outside the imperial mausoleum, everyone in Yaochi looked at the golden light shooting up into the sky behind them, seeing all the demons and monsters that were causing harm to the world were sucked back by the reset seal, they couldn't help showing joy on their faces: "Young master, they succeeded!"

The mirage dragon was restrained, and the fog in the entire imperial capital gradually dissipated.

In the depths of the palace, after passing through the gray mist and returning to the formation, only the great priest left alone supported the formation. Seeing the light shining in the east, a smile appeared on his face, and then the light in his eyes dimmed. off.

The emperor's bedroom was in a mess. The prince, who was drenched in blood and exhausted from fighting, and Xuanyuan Ce, who suddenly appeared here at the most dangerous time, supported each other. Seeing the figure of the ghost army disappearing in front of him, he finally fell to the ground uncontrollably.

The monks who came back from the illusion were awakened by the light from the east, and saw the thick fog dissipate, and the evil spirits and beasts wandering around also turned into mist and disappeared.

Around them, people who could never wake up could be seen everywhere, including mortals and monks.

Just as that hand completely suppressed the struggling mirage dragon, grabbed it and retracted it from the ground to the white jade boat, the light above the imperial tomb in the eastern suburbs also exploded to the extreme, and suddenly fell silent.

The rotating Chen Xing Ding withdrew its light, and slowly sank into the ground under the watchful eyes of the three people in the mausoleum, re-sealing the overturning eyes of Yin and Yang.

Those who survived the catastrophe stared blankly at the darkened sky, and then saw it slowly light up.

—Dawn is coming.

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