The Portal of Wonderland

Just as the second round of the sea trials was in full swing, the entire Xixia ancient country was experiencing an unprecedented catastrophe.

The two largest forces in the East China continent are now taking advantage of the wind and the sky, sweeping the bases and sub-districts of the Ming Dynasty.

As a state religion of the ancient Xixia, the meditation of the meditation has been carried out for thousands of years, and the believers in the country have naturally reached an unprecedented scale.

These believers who have no resistance, in this catastrophe, have been smothered with blood by the Moon.

After all, eradicating the heretics is famous, and it does not matter whether the object has force.

Especially after the attack on the Scorpio auction, this behavior is more justified, and even the last trace of scruples can be ignored.

For a time, the entire Xixia ancient country was mournful and bloody, and the blood flowed into the river.

Nowadays, these two forces have finally arrived at the destination of their trip, the Yinji Mountain Range, the Pangu Peak where the General Altar of the Moon is located.

The towering peaks of Pangu, which is now enveloped by a layer of giant gray light curtains, are run on the surface of the light curtains.

Through the translucent gray light curtain, faintly visible on the mountain peaks, one of the martial arts disciples dressed in gray robes is among them, with nearly 10,000 people, and a pair of wait-and-see.

Many of these people are the knockouts who have just retired from the second round of the sea trials. They were sent directly to the altar through the transmission array. They were looking at the crowded figures with strange and horrified eyes. The mountain that surrounds the Pangu Peak.

The figures in the north of Pangufeng are mostly dressed in black robes, while the south is dominated by blue robes. The number of people on both sides is similar, with five or six thousand people.

However, looking north and south, there are still a lot of black and blue people coming together.

This situation continued for a full fragrant time, until both sides reached the scale of more than 10,000 people, and then stopped.

At this moment, if you look down from the top of the peak, it is like two huge semi-circles of the same black and blue, and it is clearly separated from Pangufeng.

On the south side of Pangufeng, there is a huge blue gourd floating above the Tongtian teaching disciples in the mountains and plains. There is a white-haired old man in a gossip costume sitting on the top of the mountain. He is a childish face, eyes closed, and a rod of dust in his hand. Leaning on the shoulders.

It is Tongtianxian who teaches the Lord of the Tao.

Behind him, there are still six people sitting on the plate.

Suddenly, the lips of the dustless people are moving slightly, like what is being said.

Immediately, three Taoists stood up from more than a dozen people, and they shook hands toward the dustless people. Then they jumped out of the gourd.

Soon, after the violent movement of the disciples below, a man of a thousand people was separated, and the Quyang City, not far from the south, went away.

On the north side of Pangufeng, more than 10,000 black-robed disciples were flying over the air. There was a giant Pu fan with a size of more than 20 feet. The surface of the fan was black and white, and a man and a woman stood side by side.

The male is thirty or forty years old, a Confucian robe, with a light face and a faint look at the gray giant peak in front.

The woman's wearing a black cloak, faintly visible inside wearing gold costumes, exquisite face with a bit of enchanting charm.

The two are naturally Situ Hao, the master of the demon, and Jin Xiaoyu.

Behind the two, they still stood more than ten tall figures, and they seemed to be covered with a layer of black gas. Their eyes were cold and their faces were a bit sloppy.

"Sovereign, is this the altar of the Ming Dynasty?" Jin Xiaoyu suddenly asked.

"Accurately speaking, this is just the general altar of the moon in the East continent." Situ Haodao.

"Is it because they have power in the Xihe continent?" Jin Xiaoyu said.

"Yes. But in the end, these are just a glimpse of the power of the moon.... Xiao Yan, are you looking for someone? As far as I know, the kid should be in Quyang City." Situ Hao nodded, not waiting for Jin Xiaoyu. Asking again, the words turned and said.

"Sovereign, you promised me, if you see him here, please let him go." Jin Xiaowei said.

"That kid can be regarded as the person of my demon sect. As long as he does not do anything special, I will naturally not be difficult for him. Yes, although you now have the strength of congenital late, but no one has sent people to Quyang City, Just in case, let the two Tianweiwei go with you.” Situ Hao said, one hand and one move, suddenly two tall figures stood out from behind and walked behind Jin Xiaoyu.

"Thank you for the lord. Xiao Yan will leave." Jin Xiaoyu looked back at the two figures and said.

As he said, Jin Xiaoyu jumped into a huge Pu fan, and the two Tianwei guards followed without a word.

Just then, a loud horn sounded from below.

At the foot of the mountain below, among the disciples of the Tianmo, there are more than 20 heads with a size of dozens of feet. They are like a tiger, a wolf and a leopard, and they are covered with a black or gray scale. , exudes a powerful burst of pressure.

These beasts are the spirit-level trenches of the Tianzong dynasty, which are famous for the Dongzhou mainland. Each of them must be controlled by ten star-level warlocks, and it takes a lot of spiritual stones to start. Although it is slow, it is almost invincible. Power is no less than the general level of power.

"Offensive!" Situ Hao's voice came from above, although the sound is not big, but it is clearly introduced into everyone's ears.

These people have a look of enthusiasm, dancing in the hands of the weapon blade, surrounded by animal-shaped crickets, slowly approaching the top of the mountain, looking from afar, like a black ocean spread toward the top of the mountain.

There is still a distance from the mountain guardian shroud, and the water-like columns of light are spewed out of the animal-shaped mouth, and together with some innate warriors or warlocks, they fall into the gray light curtain. On, there was a deafening roar.

A variety of light clusters illuminate on the gray light curtain, and immediately turn into a little bit of crystal mans.

At the same time, the dense magical light spells also emerged from the giant light curtains, pouring down like a rainstorm, and wanting to attack the Tianmo Zong disciples who rushed forward.

However, the Tianzongzong was also prepared, and a large spell guard quickly rose up in front of the sprinting Tianzong disciples. At the same time, some local warriors flew out and used various magical means to fight for the disciples. Covered.

Although most of the attacks were blocked, but after all, there were still many disciples who fell forever on the road of sprinting.

Almost at the same time, the other side of the giant peak was also roaring, and numerous mana fluctuations came. It was obvious that the party also started to attack.

The war is on the verge!

Under such an intensive attack, the giant gray light curtain that served as the Guardian of the Moon was finally trembled. The entire Pangu Peak shook like an earthquake, and it seemed to be whining.

Just before the Tiantian Xianjiao and the Tianqu Emperor's large and medium-sized disciples rushed to the gray light curtain and prepared to launch a round of onslaughts on the Mingyue Guardian Mountain Array, a black smoke suddenly appeared in front of the gray light curtain.

Then a breath from the world of death spread in an instant, and a strange zombie appeared out of thin air. Among them, there was no shortage of strength to reach the innate level of war, black and purple zombies, and even a few kings of the ranks. Zombie king.

As soon as these dead creatures appeared, they immediately fought with the two middle- and low-level disciples who rushed forward.

All the meditation disciples have a crazy color on their faces, and they do not hesitate to attack the true mana, and cooperate with these dead creatures to slaughter the other disciples.

After all, once it is broken, it is a dead end.

But after all, the difference in the number of the two sides is too great. After the heavy price of thousands of disciples, Tongtian Xianjiao and Tianmo Zongzong finally grasped the initiative of the battle.

As more and more attacks landed on the huge gray light curtain, it began to fade at a rather slow speed.

......

The Great Hall of the Moon is a huge chamber space.

On the ground, a hundred-foot-sized hexagonal ray of light circulates, emitting a faint **** light, densely packed with Lingshi.

Sixty-four meditation disciples are scattered in every key node of the array. They hold a **** skull in their hands. Countless blood-colored beams are shot from the skull. They are not in the law, and the faces of these people, It also rapidly depleted at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In the middle of the big array, a vulgar old man with a white hair sits in front of it, and in front of it is a red bead covered with a spiritual pattern.

The white-haired old man is the right guardian of the moon.

I saw that his hands were constantly changing, and a road of law was flying out of his hands and hitting the red beads.

The spiritual pattern on the beads gradually lights up and slowly rotates, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

At this time, the white-haired old man read a few words, a mouthful of blood sprayed onto the red beads.

The blood is shining, a large blood-colored beam of light is shot from it, and it is straight into the void above the secret room. I don't know where to go.

"Liu An, I can only help you here..."

After the white-haired old man squirted the blood, his face was pale and his body was quickly exhausted.

......

Pangufeng’s offensive and defensive battles continue.

At this moment, outside the giant gray light curtain covering Pangufeng, it has been covered with a thick layer of corpses, including two disciples and dead creatures.

However, no matter whether it is the dustless people on the gourd on the south side of Pangufeng, or the Situhao on the huge Pu fan on the north side, they have not shot, and there is not much expression change for the battles below.

At this time, the change suddenly occurred!

The gray yin that shrouded the hill suddenly rolled and contracted, and in a twinkling of an eye, it retracted into the huge bone of the wolf-like tiger in the top of the mountain.

The demon beast bones immediately became full of blood, and in the eyes of the original empty hole, two sets of light silver soul flames of several sizes were stunned, and their heads began to shake gently, as if they had just woken up.

The powerful mana fluctuations spread like water marks in all directions, and a horrible momentum immediately enveloped the entire mountain.