638. Yuhi Ritsu Festival

A round of sun was rising right in front of his eyes, but Yan Zhaoge couldn't feel the blazing heat and warmth.

Because the sun in front of him was black.

It is no longer a ray of light bursting out in the boundless darkness, but it seems that endless darkness is bred in the brilliance.

Yan Zhaoge's heart moved slightly, and when he looked intently, he saw that beside the big black sun, there was clearly a blue moonlight.

The sun and the moon are parallel, the sun is pitch black, but the moonlight is not as bright and bright as normal, illuminating the sky and the earth.

This round of full moon is pale and gray, revealing streaks of icy blue light, which makes people feel chills.

"Youri and Linyue?" Yan Zhaoge looked at this scene, slightly surprised, but also emotional.

Although the Ritual Sun Ritual Moon Ritual is a ritual that only appeared after the Great Destruction, he has never touched it before.

But after seeing the big black sun and the full ice-blue moon, and contacting the dark sect's martial arts inheritance and the current situation, Yan Zhaoge immediately understood the purpose of the dark sect's effort to implement the rituals.

The people of the Dark Sect want to artificially create the dark sun and cold moon, and then use the power of the sun and moon to perform baptism.

Now the most powerful person of the Darkness Sect is their suzerain Zhou Haosheng, who is an old rival with the Guangming Sect's suzerain Luo Zhitao.

Zhou Haosheng, who is also at the sixth level of the Martial Saint and in the late stage of seeing the gods, has also been stuck at this level for a long time.

This time, he wanted to use the help of the Youri and Linyue ritual to break through the bottleneck of many years and set foot on the realm of the fairy bridge of the seventh level of martial arts.

While Yan Zhaoge was thinking, he saw the sun and moon in front of him trembling slightly, and the unique dark space he was in was also shaking together.

"The Daxuan Dynasty followed the vines and found the main altar of the Youan Sect." Yan Zhaoge realized in his heart: "It came so fast."

In the southeast of the Huangjia Sea, in the void above the vast sea, the sky opened up, as if a huge black hole appeared.

In the depths of the black hole, a huge cliff is suspended in the air, with the Xiongcheng on the top of the cliff.

The city and the cliffs were all pitch black, as if they were integrated with the surrounding darkness, and the darkness was constantly spreading to the surroundings, swallowing more light.

At this moment, on the city and the cliff, there are chain-like pillars of dim light, as well as black smoke. The dim pillars of light and black smoke all penetrate into the void and disappear.

These beams of light and black smoke undoubtedly originated from the branch altars of the Dark Sect in the distance.

Dim beams of light crossed the heaven and earth, criss-crossed, gathered together in the main altar of the Youan Sect, and together with the sub-altars formed a huge spiritual formation, covering a corner of the Huangjia Sea.

But long before the dim beams of light lit up, the black smoke that also originated from various sub-altars had already gathered in the main altar of the Gloomy Sect, exposing it.

During the vibration of the void, a sea of ​​flames swept across the sky.

The power of the flames was much more terrifying than the offensive launched by the powerhouses of the Daxuan Dynasty at the branch altar of the Youan Sect in Shenghezhou.

The raging fire was not swallowed by the black hole, but instead distorted and disintegrated the black hole. In the end, it was the flames that were constantly devouring and burning the dark void.

The fire began to gradually dispel the darkness, even illuminating the dark city and cliffs.

Yan Zhaoge was in the special space created by the Sun and Moon Ritual Ceremony, and he could feel a grand will appearing near him, as if covering the heavens.

It was as if a pair of eyes had opened, watching the raging fire surrounded by the outside.

The aura revealed by the opponent was stronger than Zheng Guogong of the previous Daxuan Dynasty.

Although they are both strong men in the sixth level of Martial Saints, there are differences between them. For a veteran strong man like Zhou Haosheng, the suzerain of the Darkness Sect, his power is even more obvious.

Even if these eyes were not staring at him, Yan Zhaoge still felt his body go numb.

Silently practicing the Profound Art of the Promise of Heaven, Yan Zhaoge's whole body seemed to be emptied, returning to nothingness, merged with the dim streams of light in the space, almost indistinguishable from each other.

The Patriarch of the Darkness Sect, Zhou Haosheng, is focusing on the outside world at this moment.

Because the enemy he has to face is stronger than him!

The terrifying boundless sea of ​​fire splits to both sides,

Numerous figures were revealed, lined up in a neat formation, standing together in the void.

In the center of the formation, many strong men are guarding a dragon chariot, waving dragon flags, raising round fans, holding yellow umbrellas, holding dragon banners, and covered by colorful canopies.

There is a person sitting on the chariot, wearing a black dragon robe, wearing a flat sky crown, and his eyes are majestic. He is the current king of the Daxuan Dynasty, the third generation Xuanwang, Xuanmu King.

And beside King Xuanmu, there was a person sitting side by side with him, and his aura was stronger than King Xuanmu.

This person looks like a young man in his twenties, but his eyes are serious and old.

Although sitting with King Xuanmu, he felt as if he was in another higher level, which made people feel uncomfortable.

King Xuanmu turned his head to look at this person, and said slowly: "I also ask my uncle to help me."

The other party didn't speak, but raised his hand and pointed at the main altar of the Youanzong, and a stream of sword light shot out, sweeping towards the black cliff and city like a long river.

Around the main altar of the You'an Sect, a series of dark rays of light circulated, forming a huge formation, evolving into boundless darkness.

Where the darkness reaches, the fire is stopped immediately, and even swallowed by the darkness in turn.

But the sword light like water is everywhere, and all the colors seem to become pale and feeble, as if facing the scouring of time, tending to age and decay.

Light and darkness seem to lose their meaning at this moment, and everything becomes a simple symbol in front of time.

In the main altar of the Youan Sect, an old man in white looked at this scene expressionlessly. Above his head, a big black sun and a blue full moon hung high, and the dim brilliance fell and shone on him.

A black light lit up on the old man in white, and dense black spells suddenly appeared on the surface of the white robe.

He pushed forward with both palms together, and boundless darkness enveloped the main altar of the Netherworld Sect, cutting off all light.

There seems to be no more light in the world, and everything returns to the original, dark universe.

It was like water and sword light, and it was also isolated by the darkness at this moment.

But the sword light meanders and circles around the darkness, and it begins to wear down the protective power of the dark flood and desolate formation of the dark sect's mountain guard formation.

At this time, King Xuanmu also took the opportunity to attack, commanding the strong men of the Xuan Dynasty under his command to attack the original dark prehistoric formation.

The raging fire swept across the sky again, and with the help of the sword light entering the water, the darkness was dispelled.

In the main altar of the Dark Sect, the suzerain Zhou Haosheng's white robe was already covered with mantras, turning the entire robe into black.

The darkness, like the eternal night descending from ancient times, keeps resisting the attacks from the outside world, but at this moment, it feels like it is struggling.

At this time, Zhou Haosheng did not look at King Xuanmu, but at the young man with old eyes.

"Seventh level of Martial Saint, the initial state of Xianqiao!" Zhou Haosheng paused every word.

The person sitting next to King Xuanmu suddenly stood up, and with a flash of spiritual light above his head, he stepped down from the dragon chariot.

With one step, he reached the top of the main altar of the Dark Sect, and then stepped down with one foot.

While the brilliance of the soles of the feet was flowing, the sword light entering the water appeared again, flying straight down, like a waterfall, falling towards the main altar of the Dark Sect. (To be continued.)

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