Chapter 1219

What should we do?

The Elder of the Long River felt ashamed to face the Lu Sovereign and the Spirit Martial Emperor.

At this moment, outside the Heaven-Reaching Sword Formation, many elders of the Devil Cloud Sect grew increasingly arrogant.

Elder Han Sen was shrouded in dark, sinister black, his figure hidden within a wave of demonic qi, letting out a grating, cold laugh: "Elder of the Long River, I have some unfortunate news for you."

Our Devil Cloud Sect's forefather will descend imminently! Moreover, a batch of Yunlan troops will also descend upon this place! By then, your sword formation may not last even the time it takes to burn an incense stick!

The Elder of the Long River pointed to the distant place and shouted angrily, "Right now, Yunlan Heaven is being devoured by the Phantom Hall and the Gu Clan, yet you do not go resist the external enemy, and instead you all descend upon my Long River Sword Sect?"

Elder Han Sen let out a cold snort, likewise shouting angrily, "So you blame me? Hehe, you could clearly stand on the Emperor's side, yet you chose the losing side."

He also felt anger in his heart.

After all, the Spirit Martial Emperor had ordered them, the Devil Cloud Sect, to swiftly conquer the Long River Sword Sect and capture and kill Ji Fuyao and the others.

But they have been unable to take it despite prolonged attacks!

Two days ago, the Devil Cloud Sect was severely berated by the Spirit Martial Emperor's thunderous wrath.

Trash! You're all a bunch of trash!

The sound of the angry scolding still seemed to echo in their ears.

However, these past two days, it seems the Spirit Martial Emperor has not urged them again.

Thinking of this, Elder Han Sen flicked his sleeve and shouted, "Keep bombarding the sword formation! Don't stop for even a breath!"

His voice fell!

A more terrifying attack fell upon the Heaven-Reaching Sword Formation, like wave after wave of black ink dropping onto a white Dao diagram; the fierce sword qi was ultimately suppressed, continually fading away.

Within the sword formation.

Ji Fuyao still held little Nannan, feeling her body constantly heating up, her complexion growing ever paler.

Ye Chen frowned and said, "Senior Sister, little Nannan's condition is getting worse."

Ji Fuyao gently stroked little Nannan's cheek, activating her spirit fire Dao resonance to try to absorb the heat waves on her body's surface, but to little effect.

That was not spirit fire, but a strange power.

Ye Chen asked, "Huh? Where did the butterfly beside little Nannan go?"

Ji Fuyao thought for a moment, "I remember that butterfly flew away and hasn't returned yet."

At this moment, little Nannan was still in a daze, but the corners of her mouth twitched upward, revealing a sweet smile.

Ye Chen let out a soft 'eh?' and said, "Eh? Little Nannan smiled."

Ji Fuyao couldn't help but let out a light laugh, "Is little Nannan having a nice dream?"

But little Nannan still had not awakened.

Ji Fuyao sighed and said, "Now Yunlan Heaven has fallen, the Phantom Hall and the Gu Clan are seizing the power of the World Tree, we are trapped here, and little Nannan seems unable to hold on much longer. Perhaps we should call for Master to act."

Ye Chen nodded and said, "Then let us call for Master. I really worry something might happen to little Nannan."

Ji Fuyao held little Nannan, gazed toward the void, and softly called, "Master."

"I am here."

A faint voice echoed in the void.

Everyone was stunned.

Ji Fuyao smiled beautifully.

She loved this about Master so much.

He is always there!

The Elder of the Long River looked at Zhang Liao with a shocked expression, "Brother Zhang Liao, is that the voice of the Dao Sovereign?"

Zhang Liao's heart settled, "Not bad, that is indeed the Lu Sovereign!"

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

Void Rending!

Space twisted!

Lu Xuan's white robe billowed slightly as he stepped with light, cloud-like footsteps; upon his shoulder, a butterfly danced gracefully.

"Lu! Xuan!"

Elder Han Sen stared, mouth agape, frozen in place, never expecting Lu Xuan to actually appear in Yunlan Heaven.

In the next instant, his pupils dilated.

Because the Space Channel behind Lu Xuan began to expand continuously, the vast Weiyang Army surged forth like a mighty river, heaven and earth continually trembling.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

The Weiyang Army was densely packed, their shouts rose to the heavens, and their terrifying battle intent turned into a raging flood.

Within the Xuanlin Butterfly Ruins, they were suppressed by heaven and earth, unable to exert their strength, fighting bound hand and foot, they had long been stifled.

Seeing the many Devil Cloud Sect enemies, the Weiyang Army's eyes lit up, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Yang Ling'er stepped out in a long robe, her peerless visage bearing a hint of resentment, coldly looking down upon the Devil Cloud Sect below; around her, icy and yang Dao resonances began to flow continuously.

"Spirit Martial Emperor!"

From the direction of the Devil Cloud Sect, Elder Han Sen and the others all exclaimed in surprise.

Who would have thought the Lu Sovereign and the Spirit Martial Emperor would descend together!

They searched the ranks of the Weiyang Army but found no trace of Qi Chun Jing, which let them breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems this is not the worst news!

At this moment, Lu Xuan slowly opened his right hand; the butterfly on his shoulder fluttered down onto his palm.

Seeing this, Elder Han Sen gasped, his face filled with disbelief as he asked, "That is little Nannan's butterfly! How could it be in Lu Xuan's hand?"

As a high-ranking member of the Magic Cloud Sect, he naturally knew a bit about the little girl and the Butterfly Power.

That is the source of the Cloud Mist Great Emperor's authority over heaven and earth!

Lu Xuan suddenly turned his palm, brilliant Divine Light flowed over the Butterfly, and with a boom a terrifying heavenly might surged toward the Magic Cloud Sect crowd.

Flip the hand to make clouds, cover the hand to make rain!

This might fused the Power of Time and the Power of Dreams, exuding an aura that made the Magic Cloud Sect tremble as it swept forth.

Know that although the Profound Scale Butterfly Ruins have shown a breach, they are not yet broken; and the Profound Scale Butterfly Ruins are the authority of will of Cloud Mist Heaven, while the Butterfly is the key and source of that authority's power.

With a thought, Lu Xuan unleashed heavenly might!

Even another part of the will of Cloud Mist Breaking Heaven dare not appear!

Elder Han Sen instantly broke into a sweat; he felt a hundred thousand towering peaks loom overhead, pressing down on his body—a power even more terrifying than that of the Cloud Mist Great Emperor.

Not only him; all the top experts of the Magic Cloud Sect felt like thorns in their backs, instantly suppressed by this power.

"Exterminate!"

Lu Xuan calmly uttered a single word.

In an instant, Elder Han Sen and the others' bodies began to wither—the mark of the Power of Time seizing their lifespan, as if the wheel of time had accelerated a thousandfold, forcibly draining their vitality.

Everyone looked terrified, and they all brandished their Spiritual Weapons to resist this terrifying power.

But it was useless!

But it was useless!

This is the Power of Time!

They, along with the Spiritual Weapons in their hands and the Dao Resonance within their bodies, were utterly obliterated.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

Elder Han Sen and the many strong ones' bodies turned directly to dust, swept away by the void astral wind, vanishing into nothing.

Seeing this, the remaining elders and disciples of the Magic Cloud Sect were stunned in place.

Lu Xuan borrowed the Butterfly's Power; this might completely surpassed their understanding!

Who could withstand it?

Lu Xuan was already invincible!

In the next instant, Yang Ling'er raised her jade hand and directly commanded the Everlasting Army: "Kill!"

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