The Portal of Wonderland Chapter 714: Appearance

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"Boom"

Several purple electric lights fell, the sound of blasting sounded again and again, and the purple flag on the have several surface shattered.

The purple mist on the golden light barrier suddenly surging around and can no longer condense, and the small ruler Xu Xiaokou, which has just been broken, gradually heals again.

"What's going on?"

Everyone on stone platform was frightened and looked sideways.

It is not far from midair, a dark shadow is flying.

"Is a guardian puppet, ready to fight!" Zhao Jian frowned and shouted loudly.

On stone platform, the crowd just sacrificed Magical Treasure. In midair, there were ten purple electro-optical lights and dozens of flame spears in have several, and they fell down towards the crowd.

For a time, there was a glimmer of light in midair, and halos of various colors came one after another!

Next, dozens of puppets with three wings and eagles flying back and forth from the air flew towards the crowd on stone platform.

On the three lion eagle puppets, riding dozens of golden armor warriors, wielding golden swords in their hands, slashed down towards the crowd on stone platform.

"All Late Stage puppets!" an Originating Dust disciple exclaimed loudly.

As soon as the three lion eagle puppets fell, the blood on the three heads opened at the same time, and the purple electricity, Raging Flames and wind blade spewed out at the same time. Intertwined with each other and struck towards everyone.

Several disciples of the Originating Dust united together, the tactics were applied together, the Magical Treasure aura flashed in his hand, and a purple electric wall about ten feet high was hit, blocking the three-color tornado.

The sound of "Bang".

The three-color tornado smashed heavily on the purple electric wall, and immediately tore it up frantically.

The "chirp" sounds on the purple electric wall, and the electro-optical masterpiece can withstand the three-color tornado.

At this moment, from the other side of the purple electric wall, another tri-color tornado swept over, echoing the previous tornado, pulling and tearing each other frantically, tearing the purple wall It was broken into pieces.

A disciple of Originating Dust was too late to pull back, and was immediately pulled in by two tornadoes.

"Knot Sword Formation!" Zhuyun Young Master screamed loudly as he urged the cyan sword to cut towards a golden armor warrior.

Disciples of Chasing Cloud Sword School listened and immediately formed a group of three. Based on the "world and earth", they formed a number of three talents Sword Formation.

This Sword Formation trio is formed, and defends each other when scattered, and has great power when combined, which is a basic Sword Formation that has both offense and defense.

As soon as Sword Formation was formed, it broke through three tornadoes one after another, knocking back several puppets of lions and eagles.

However, we are not waiting for these chasing disciples to be happy. Even though have several gold armor fighters jumped from the backs of the three lion eagle puppets, they completely ignored the Sword Formation attack and plunged into Sword Formation at the cost of broken bodies. Kill or seriously wound the disciple in the middle.

The disciple in the middle is the core of Sancai Sword Formation. Once the combat power is lost, Sword Formation will be immediately broken.

"Impossible! How do these puppets without wits understand the way of to break the formation?" Mo Lin regretted it, and the Sifang Zhenlei array of Originating Dust disciples also suffered setbacks.

The situation of the Black Devils is also not optimistic. Their magical attack has limited impact on the puppets. During the battle, Xiantian has a part of the advantage. Although its physical strength is strong, it is still forced to continue to retreat.

The formation method can't work, the puppet strength is extremely strong, and these forces are all passive, one by one was expelled from the vicinity of the golden enchantment.

Zhao Jian's long halberd split vertically, and the white rays of light masterpiece directly struck a golden warrior with a knife into two sections.

His eyes flashed, his eyes swept across the battlefield, and a purple shadow suddenly caught his eyes.

"Huh, So that's how it is!" Zhao Jian said coldly.

Finally, his figure was blurry for a while, flashing one after another on stone platform, straight towards the head of the three lion eagle puppet groups, and swept past the innermost end.

"Death!"

Zhao Jian uttered shouts out in his mouth, black and white rays of light flashing above the halberd in his hand, and suddenly spurted toward him.

Zǐ Líng is sitting halfway on the back of the three lion eagle puppets, and both eyes is closed tightly.

She felt a strong attack of spiritual power and immediately opened her eyes. In shock, she shot a purple awn in front of her, but she flew backwards towards the back.

At the same time, the three puppets under him pierced their heads, and a tri-color tornado swept out immediately.

The "bang" sounded loudly again, and the tri-color tornado and purple mango immediately shattered before Zhao Jian's halberd.

Zhao Jian snorted coldly, waved the halberd in his hand, and bullied himself again, fighting with Zǐ Líng in one place.

Without the command and control of Zǐ Líng, the fighting power of those Golden Armored Warriors and puppets Beast immediately fell, and they could no longer accurately destroy the law formation deployed by all parties. Under the attack of the disciples, they quickly retreated.

Mo Lin regretted and Jiu Shenluo also found the problem, ordered their respective teams to continue slaughtering the puppets, and then moved their bodies to outflank the left and right sides, together with Zhao Jian, surrounded Zǐ Líng in the center.

Zǐ Líng was surrounded by three people in the center, but there was no fear of expression on the immature face, but looked at the three people with a sneering look.

"What's the matter, Brother Zhao, isn't this person your disciple of Azure Orchid Holy Land?" Mo Lin regretted his doubts and asked Zhao Jian.

"Who the **** are you? Why can you drive the guardian puppet here?" Zhao Jian stared at Zǐ Líng, and asked cold voice.

Zǐ Líng did n’t answer his words, but his eyes fell on stone platform. The broken puppets circulated, gradually revealing a decisive color.

"Huh, shameless rats, and thieves, even daring to remember treasure in the fairy uterus. With me here, you don't want to step into Treasure Moon Palace again. I will let you bury together for Kunlun." Zǐ Líng said with a sneer.

Finally, purple rune appeared on his cheeks and arms, and purple light was bright on the limbs and trunk, reflecting the skin almost transparent.

The spiritual power posted on his body fluctuated violently and was extremely unstable, as if it would explode at any time.

"No, she wants to burn all jade!" Zhao Jian frowned and drove to retreat first.

Mo Lin regrets and Jiu Shenluo response is also extremely fast, quickly withdrew backward, and came directly out of stone platform.

And everyone on stone platform could n’t react for a while, but no one retreated.

"Go to death!" Zǐ Líng said, the purple rays of light on his body was extremely bright, and it was about to burst.

However, at this moment, a soft white light transmitted from high altitude and covered Zǐ Líng, quickly calming her originally unstable spiritual power fluctuations.

Zǐ Líng looked up at midair, the figure bathed in the soft white light, the expression of excitement appeared on his face, trembling murmured: "Master ..."

I saw white light shining there, a huge white lotus emerged out of thin air, and Yan Luo was wearing a water blue palace dress and stood on it.

The black silk on his head was lightly pulled, and it was fixed behind his head with a White Jade hairpin, the face of Qingguo Qingcheng, Qiong nose stood up, and the lips of the cherry blossoms were slightly opened.

The top of her shirt turned, her horns fluttered. Against the background of the white giant flowers, like the Nine Heavenly Immortal, she showed a dusty temperament that no ordinary person could have.

On top of stone platform, almost everyone has forgotten the action and looked up toward Yan Luo.

"Bao Hua ... Patron Saint ..." Jiu Shenluo face complex expression, whispered in his mouth.

The rest of the more than ten Dark Devil people heard that complexion suddenly changed.

"Patron Saint? Are you still honoring me as an ancestor?" Yan Luo's eyes were very calm, and he swept over those people without asking any emotion.

"Holy ... Patron Saint forgiveness ..."

The dark demons suddenly shivered, shouted in the mouth, and fell to the ground one after another.

"You are waiting for something, and I'll talk about it later." Yan Luo said a word, and the tricks in his hand pinched. In front of him, light flashed in the void, a colorful branch appeared in his hand out of thin air.

"Seven Treasure Wonderful Tree!" Jiu Shenluo whispered.

Zhao Jian ’s both eyes bright light flashed and stared at the branch of the tree.

With Seven Treasure Wonderful Tree lightly in his hand, Yan Luo waved it casually, and a colorful rays of light lighted up immediately on the top of the branch.

I saw a huge seven-petal lotus on the ground beneath the Black Demon Clan, and I wrapped it all in and put it all in.

Then Cailian light flashed disappeared even with the Dark Devil.

"This is a strong Saint Rank!"

Suddenly someone shouted among the crowd.

The disciples of the three Holy Land felt the fluctuating breath from Yan Luo, and there was a sudden panic. The noisy sound above stone platform suddenly made a great deal.

I do n’t know who started it, and fled towards stone platform. Except for Zhao Jian and a few others, the three Holy Land disciples jumped out of stone platform, and the imperial dynasty fled around.

Yan Luo raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at those people. His colorful rays of light masterpiece, with one hand moving in the void one after another, suddenly appeared a three-layered ring restrictions law formation over Treasure Moon Palace.

I saw a white light projected from law formation and reflected on all the disciples of the Holy Land.

These moments when these people were illuminated by white light, they seemed to evaporate and suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

After all the people disappeared, the hand raised by Yan Luo was put down, and a trace of tired expression appeared on his face.

His gaze turned and looked towards Zǐ Líng, waving at him gently.

......

In the Kunlun Holy Market, an unknown space.

On a altar ground, a burst of white light lights up, and a circle of law formation rune emerges.

Soon afterwards, a figure emerged from the law formation upside down, just like the disciples who just disappeared three Holy Land ago.

After Zhao Jian appeared, the black and white rays of light lit up on the halberd in his hand, blocking him.

His body turned slightly, and looking around, all of them appeared to be on a huge circular altar, surrounded by a dark void, and they could not see anything.

Around the altar, there are eight white jade stone pillar engraved with fairy flowers, directly connected into the black lacquered void above, and you ca n’t see how high.

"This ... what is this place?"

Someone in the crowd asked, his voice trembling, and he was very afraid.

Under the circumstances now, no one will answer him, everyone is watching, guarding against guard puppets that may appear at any time. (To be continued.)