The villain has been playing badly for ten years

Feng Heng's crystal skull looked outside the formation, and he quickly made hand gestures. Countless flying soul locks and banners complemented each other, and a green chain suddenly shot out, as if it was the light of destruction born from the ancient chaos.

Hua Jianbai was startled and turned his huge body sharply. His powerful tail stirred up layers of snow waves and swept across, breaking a patch of bushes.

The Flying Soul Lock in Feng Heng's hand scraped against the shiny silver foil scales, and was also swept up by the huge gust of wind, falling not far away.

Seeing that the dragon was quite difficult to deal with, Liu Shangyue didn't bother to suppress the magic circle. She rang the bell in the air as if impatiently, and a dark yellow light shone from it, striking at the place where Hua Jianbai was defeated.

Hua Jianbai roared and twisted his huge body to avoid it. The golden light on his back had long disappeared, and there was no dragon bone mark. It seemed as if he was always weak, and a numb pain came from his body again.

He tried his best to hold on for a moment, but then he suddenly lost his strength and fell from mid-air.

Ning Xiusu was extremely nervous, but he couldn't panic.

As his body moved suddenly, his eyes fell on the Zhenlei Gua position of the Xuanyin Formation, the injured gate in the east direction. The flags at the flaw were rustling, as if sensing the crisis.

The dim yellow light seemed to boil, and the rolling black gas exploded the light.

The magic circle under his feet began to rotate again, and countless偃人 rushed out from the fog. They all looked like Feng Heng and held green chains in their hands. The whip shadows crisscrossed like a gust of wind, and the hook tips brought up a sharp wind that seemed to be able to tear apart the soul.

In the midst of his busy schedule, he flipped over and jumped up, almost walking on the wind in mid-air. Before he could steady his body, the Flying Soul Lock shot out from all directions.

As he dodged in mid-air, his dark blue robe shattered a little, and he immediately turned around and issued an imperial decree through the air.

A clear light talisman built a shield on all sides, igniting a shimmering azure color, which instantly turned into a deep dark blue.

Ning Xiu's azure blue robe was blown by the wind, and he moved through it like a flowing cloud, sometimes rising and sometimes falling, so erratic that it was difficult to tell.

However, these flying soul locks were extremely fast and varied, chasing like poisonous snakes. The rumbling sound accompanied by the cold breath was extremely bone-piercing, like a drum hammer hitting the talisman light curtain.

The snowflakes that were stirred up all over the sky were like white waves. The fierce wind swept them high into the sky and then fell down one after another. The sky and the earth were in chaos and mist.

Now the mobilization of internal energy has reached its limit, as if countless ants are gnawing at the spiritual veins.

Although this offensive was fierce, it was not invincible.

All we need to do is destroy the flags at the weak points, and the Yan people will collapse without any attack, and we can reverse the situation.

Gotta rush over...

A sense of determination surged in his heart. Ning Xiusu gritted his teeth and transformed his body into a ghostly fire, igniting the thick snow in the magic circle. The purple mist also completely dissipated.

Before he could catch his breath, flywheel-like blades fell from the sky again. Each blade was extremely sharp, cutting through the air and making a sharp whistling sound, which was creepy.

With a loud bang, it hit the talisman condensed from the ghost fire, and the barrier seemed to be sparked by a sharp blade, and shattered with a loud bang.

Ning Xiusu took advantage of the momentum and leaped up, moving close to the ground as several giant rolling knives passed by him.

The next moment, he covered his hand and pressed down, and the blood turned into mist and rain in the sky, pouring down like a gorgeous waterfall from the top of the sky.

The blood rain came in torrents, like thousands of sharp blades, sweeping away everything with devastating force.

The flywheel-like roller in the magic circle was choked by the blood rain, and it turned into a wisp of ghost fire, so fast in the rain that people could not catch its trace at all.

A faint yellow light flickered on the flag at the wound, and an even more powerful dark force transformed into countless green chains that shot out like spirit snakes, almost passing through his ribs and scraping his arm.

The blood soaked the dark blue clothes, but it was wet but nothing could be seen. Only the torn parts of the snow-white clothes were spotted with bright red, making him look even more disheveled.

A group of Yan people suddenly appeared in front of him. When they made hand gestures, the fingertips of countless devil claws instantly extended and became sharper. Among them, willow leaf needles flashing with black light and devil claws pounced towards him.

Before they could get close, the dark fire suddenly rose up, sparkling with blue light, and the fire surged fiercely, sweeping everywhere like a storm in the raging sea.

With the help of the blood rain, the Xuanyin Formation instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire in the Nine Nether Hell, burning the flag of the Zhenlei Trigram.

As he moved, his whole body was trembling, but he didn't care about anything else. He escaped from the injured gate in the east like a phantom.

The Xuanyin Formation began to collapse behind him, and the Yanren and the rolling knife both dissipated and turned into powder in the Sumeru sky.

The huge suppressing force also disappeared in an instant.

When the turbid fog dissipated, a ray of golden sunlight sprinkled on the snow-capped mountains and penetrated into the pine forest.

All I could see were towering cliffs on all sides and snow-covered mountain streams.

The huge body of the dragon fell on the icy stream, shattering the thick layer of ice on the stream.

Hua Jianbai didn't have the strength to stand up. His mirror-like scales were stained with blood, and his snow-jade dragon eyes were half closed, showing that he was already exhausted.

Ning Xiusu moved extremely fast, with a dark fire under his feet that never went out, as if he was stepping on a blue lotus, and suddenly appeared in front of it.

All the chaotic emotions of worry and anger melted into my heart and became unbearable.

He trembled with pain, looked at the other dragon's head that looked like a small hill, and reached out to touch the damaged scales.

It seemed like a long while before he managed to steady his tone:

"Hana Mitsuha...don't sleep."

Hua Jianbai heard the trembling sound and seemed to wake up a little. He opened his mouth and let out a dull moan.

"Woo——"

Now he was too tired to even maintain the form of a giant dragon. In the cold wind and stream, he gradually became a small snake.

The dragon horn, which looked like it was carved from jade, was extremely small. It twisted its snake tail slightly and used all its strength to move towards the direction where Ning Xiusu was standing. It finally climbed onto the other's fingertips.

Ning Xiusu's eyes turned scarlet. He gently held it in his palm and put it into his clothes. Perhaps his body temperature could melt the frosted scales on the other party.

Suddenly, there were several extremely tiny sounds, like the sound of bells ringing in the wind.

At this moment, leaden clouds covered the sun, and the sky and the earth were dark.

He sensed a hint of murderous intent and immediately became alert. When he turned around suddenly, he was hit in the face by strands of evil power.

A raging dark fire burst out from his palm, and the runes flashed with a dark yellow light, stirring up the snow foam on the ground.

Wherever it passed, the snow cracked into several black cracks, turning into a faint yellow luster, which suddenly hit the sparkling blue light.

The air waves were like a tidal wave, and with a "bang", the two disappeared at the same time, making a deafening noise.

Ning Xiusu felt as if struck by some powerful force, his blood boiling in his chest. He couldn't help but fly backwards like a kite with a broken string. However, he used the force to glide across the icy stream and came to a stop on the other side. His palms went numb for a moment, causing his fingers to tremble slightly.

The air was extremely cold, and breathing in the foul air was even more unbearable. He slowly swallowed the blood rising in his throat, pursed his lips slightly, as if forcing himself to endure it.

Butterflies fluttered here, hidden in the air.

I saw that in the dense pine forest not far away on the opposite bank, the branches and leaves were covered with icicles.

A green and red robe fluttered in the wind. The man was not tall, with narrow shoulders and a thin waist, and his face was covered with a black veil under a bamboo hat.

She just floated in the air, standing on the top of the pine tree, as terrifying as a ghost.

Ning Xiusu then saw clearly that the bell floating beside this person was the magical instrument preserved in the Dayan Armor Treasury, the Hunyuan Bell.

"The magic circle is gone... well, that's not fun."

Liu Liu was on the bank of the icy stream, hooking her feet on a pine branch and hanging herself upside down.

"Aunt Liu, you'd better not lock me up anymore. I'm more useful than a stone man."

Feng Heng, standing under the tree with his clothes torn into rags, angrily said, "Shut up."

"I won't do that, broken stone!"

The woman heard the two people arguing, but said nothing.

She just fluttered her sleeves and fell to the ground with a ghostly look. A gust of wind blew by, and her whole body was filled with a strong cold aura, which was frightening.

Feng Heng saw her and bowed to her in a panic:

"Mr. Liu, it's my fault for not doing my job well."

"No wonder you're the one."

She lifted her sleeves slightly, and her steps were like a ghost, floating across the stream without touching the ground, and soon she was in front of Ning Xiusu.

"I heard that the prince was already a pillar of the temple when he was there. It's rare to see him today..."

As she spoke, the fire lotus on her sleeves embellished her green sleeves beautifully, and her face, hidden by the black veil under her hat, was even more difficult to discern.

"It would be strange if it failed so easily."

Liu Jun... That woman's surname was Liu, and the green ribbon around her waist was adorned with a golden incense jade...

This item can remove filth and its shape resembles lotus petals, which is clearly the pattern of Tianzhao Mansion.

It turned out to be someone from the inner court of Dayan... He recognized this person.

Ning Xiusu's thoughts were already clear, his eyebrows raised slightly, the arc like a cold sword:

"How come Liu Shangyue, the official of Tianzhao Prefecture, is involved with a cult?"

When the woman heard him call her name, the black veil on her face moved in the cold wind.

"Your Highness, I only met once. I'm an official who records and preserves magical instruments, and you actually recognized me... It seems what the Star Lady said about your poor memory isn't entirely true."

Her light voice sounded both near and far, crisp as the cry of a nightingale in the mountains, empty and with a hint of ghostliness.

Ning Xiusu had an impression of her for no other reason. After all, there were not many half-merfolk in Dayan, and this woman was one of them.

But at this moment, he didn't feel like chatting:

"From the very beginning, evil ways have infiltrated Dayan, and it really started from Tianzhao Mansion."