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The power of the self-destruction of Dragon Clan Xianyu is no less than that of the eleventh-level real person's self-explosion of Qi Sea. The beam of light that shot up into the sky penetrated the sky and opened a big hole in the sky.

No monk under the Twelve Realms would dare to easily resist the power of Xianyu's self-destruction.

"Boom."

The sea of ​​clouds was billowing and air currents were spreading across the sky. Lu Mingyuan looked up.

The light cast by the moonlight is slightly distorted.

An old fisherman sitting cross-legged in the clouds appeared in the void. His face was old and his hair was gray. With the roaring and destructive wind, he quickly rolled away from the sky. A slightly twinkling star suddenly turned into a parabola and fell into the center of Changle Palace.

Upon closer inspection, it turns out that the twinkling star is actually a fishhook.

"The great Yan worshiper has taken action."

Luo Ying recognized this person at a glance.

"Is he worshiped by Dayan?" Lu Mingyuan saw the old man's appearance for the first time and didn't recognize him at all.

Luo Ying nodded: "This person is the fisherman who is one of the four great sacrifices of Dayan."

"Fisherman, such a simple and unpretentious name."

Luo Ying, who had always been calm, had a rare look of solemnity on his face: "It's just a nickname, his Taoist name is like thunder in the world of Middle-earth."

"what is it call?"

"Qingxu Zhenjun."

There was silence in the air for a while. At this moment, the fishing rod began to tremble violently, along with an extremely long silk thread. A slender mysterious light poured into the old man's hand along the rod thread.

There was a glint in the old fisherman's cloudy eyes.

Suddenly, a huge vortex appeared in the Changle Palace, accompanied by a heavy and ferocious aura that spread out in the void.

The old fisherman felt a powerful force coming from the other end. He tightened his grip on the fishing rod and did not let go. After a while, the vortex on the lake became bigger and bigger, and the waterspout rolled and surged, creating amazing waves.

He narrowed his eyes and let go of one of his hands.

The spiritual energy in the darkness surged rapidly and gathered into a finger. The sky was filled with rays of light, and the whole body was white, like a towering spiritual needle.

Chi!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and the condensed volley penetrated the waterspout and entered the huge vortex.

A dark red dragon shadow jade crystal carrying a terrifying and violent aura, the dragon's roar lingered in the air, and the dragon shadow sank in a dark black mammoth vortex.

"Roar!"

The sky roared, and a mighty dragon shadow rose slowly.

The vast dragon shadow reveals a head with ferocious horns and snake-like pupils. With just one eye, it is as tall as a person, and the person is really small in front of it.

This is actually a violent dragon spirit that has been cultivated in jade for three thousand years.

"Roar!"

Long Ling roared, obviously unwilling, and wanted to struggle and escape.

However, the old fisherman swung his fishing rod and smashed it to the side like a divine force. He let out a loud attack. The shadow on his body became much darker, and it looked like he was seriously injured.

"Whoosh!"

But in an instant, the violent dragon spirit was caught by a fishing line as thin as an ox's hair, hung in the starry sky above, and then thrown into the fishing basket behind him, like a thousand-year-old cold pool, suppressing and sealing the scorching jade crystals .

In an instant.

The destructive power was instantly eliminated.

A barren open space was revealed, as well as a few remaining golden tadpole text masks.

The moment the explosion occurred, everyone mustered the strength to resist, protect themselves and avoid disaster.

The few great scholars all turned pale and stumbled to the ground.

They used their magical powers to protect many students and scholars behind them, and they had reached their limit.

The situation of Master Jiang Shan on the periphery was much better, with no adverse reactions, and his string of Buddhist beads protected most of the people behind him, including palace maids and eunuchs.

Lu Mingyuan recovered from the tense atmosphere.

The sense of vitality swept around.

He found that the situation at the scene was not optimistic.

The monks present, as long as their strength was at the eleventh realm, were basically fine. Others were not so lucky. Most of them suffered great trauma, and there were many dead. Under the tenth realm, there was no possibility of survival.

Fortunately, the powerful people protected those around them immediately. The overall casualties were not too serious, hundreds of people, and the survival rate was about 70%.

There was only one location where the situation was the worst.

Ten meters from the center of the explosion.

In the center of the explosion in the huge and spacious palace, almost no one survived, not even an eleventh-level monk. There was only one person standing.

A seal engraved with the word "reason" and a golden sword spike hanging from the hilt fell to the ground at the same time. At this moment, the light on both of them disappeared and fell to the ground.

"lady."

Lu Yunqing's face was numb and he stood there blankly.

Obviously, this explosion accident came from the eighth prince Lu Yunqing.

When others saw this, they couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Guessing something, everyone fell silent.

Although Lu Yunqing survived, Princess Ning died in order to protect him.

The seal with the word "Li" was given to him by the Saint of Li to protect him, while the golden sword spike was a life-saving thing for the daughter of the Saint of War.

An amulet alone was obviously not enough to save her life, so Princess Ning sacrificed herself and left the opportunity to Lu Yunqing, while she and her soul were wiped out by the remaining power of the dragon spirit.

Changle Palace, where people were chatting and laughing and having a harmonious atmosphere, disappeared.

Now all that remains is ruins.

In the void.

A white rainbow light flashed across like a shooting star.

The figure of a Celestial Master in white suddenly appeared. The young Celestial Master was holding a simple sundial and scanning his surroundings with his spiritual consciousness. He had always been a wanderer, with a rare smile on his face.

He rubbed his chin and said, "It was the real dragon's jade that blew itself up, no wonder."

Xu Changqing cast his gaze at the chief minister of the cabinet below and asked, "My lord, chief minister, can we start?"

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Heavenly Master."

Yuan Xuangang said lightly.

Xu Changqing's eyes condensed, his body stood in the void, his white clothes were blown by the evening wind, golden Dao Qi emerged from his two fingers, and poured into the ancient sundial.

"Boom!"

The Taoist bell rings.

Everything in heaven and earth comes to stillness.

"Crack!"

A huge sound came from the sundial, and the ancient scales emerged and were dyed golden.

The illusory golden scales corresponding to the twelve heavenly branches such as Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao and Chen instantly enveloped the world.

Everything within a radius of several hundred meters glowed with dazzling golden light.

Between heaven and earth, a huge corona appeared.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

It was as if there was an invisible big hand that kept the scale of the corona turning. At this moment, it seemed that time and space were reversed, and the ruined palace palace, the bowls and chopsticks on the ground, the rubble of the red wall, and the vegetation turned into powder all appeared.

Golden light appeared all over the sky.

In just a few breaths, a complete Changle Palace once again stood in the open space, and everything around it returned to before the stick of incense.

Everyone was extremely shocked when they saw this.

"It's a Taoist immortal weapon that ascends to the sun's crown."

"I didn't expect that I would be able to see such an immortal weapon in my lifetime."

"This thing can reverse time and repair everything, but it cannot repair a person's three souls and six souls, otherwise it will compete with the reincarnation of heaven."

Many people looked at Lu Yunqing's position with regret on their faces.

Dead things can be restored, but how can dead people be resurrected so easily?

If there is only one soul left, maybe the Taoist Immortal really has a way.

If the spirit and soul are all destroyed, and the three souls and six souls are all dissipated, even the ancient immortals and powerful saints and ancestors cannot bring them back to life.

The number of words in this chapter is relatively small, because the plot behind it is very important and the characters are many and complex, so it is difficult to write. I have to sort out the outline carefully, so don’t worry.