Xihe looked at the dragon vein that had stopped rolling in the sky, thinking that there was still half of the dragon vein that had not been eroded, how about cutting it again? Although it was tiring to cut the dragon vein, it was very refreshing. I'm afraid there will be no chance again in the future. Okay, just one cut.
So Xihe chopped gently again, and the two pieces, half of the intact dragon body, fell to the ground and disappeared. The ground cracked again, but this time it cracked into two holes. But why did I seem to hear a roar in the dim light, a roar of anger? Never mind.
A circle of cracks surrounded the sacred Fusang tree, but at the last position of the encirclement, it was not perfect. The cracks at the last position appeared in the shape of "one, two, one (think of it as a picture)", resulting in the gaps of the cracks not being aligned, but preventing the sacred Fusang tree from being 100% enclosed.
Imperfections leave a little chance for the Fusang sacred tree! Xihe frowned as he looked at the ground veins, but it was no big deal after looking at it. Although the remaining land was connected, the dragon veins had been completely cut off, and the Fusang sacred tree had little chance of breaking through the blockade.
The Fusang sacred tree covers an area of 20,000 kilometers, and the rift valley surrounding the Fusang sacred tree is almost 40,000 kilometers in diameter. As the dragon vein was cut off, the branches and leaves of the Fusang sacred tree lashed wildly, obviously extremely angry; ten three-legged golden crows circled around the treetops and cried shrilly. But unfortunately, no master at the scene sympathized with Zhu Rong, and the miserable state of Zhu Rong was still vivid in people's minds.
At this moment, clouds suddenly rolled in the sky. Those clouds were not dark disaster clouds, but thick white clouds. These clouds were as white as white jade carvings, but with golden and red clouds on the edges, which were extremely beautiful.
"What is this?" the immortals wondered.
But I saw colorful clouds floating up above the immortals, and then wisps of holy energy filled the sky and earth.
“It’s the holy energy of merit!”
The immortals were surprised.
Then the merit and holy energy were seen falling down, and each hall master gained something. However, six out of ten merits and holy energy gathered on Xihe, one out of ten merits fell on the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and two out of ten merits and holy energy gathered on Liu Jie. The remaining hundreds of immortals shared the remaining one percent.
The immortals were pleasantly surprised at first, but then, when they looked at Xihe, they began to feel jealous; the immortals, especially the palace masters, were not stupid, and they had already realized at this time - no, they had been fooled!
However, it was too late. Under the protection of the holy energy of merit, Xihe's aura quickly broke through, and in a moment, purple-gold light lingered, and a holy aura bloomed; at this moment, everything in the world seemed to become insignificant, and only Xihe stood proudly in the world, sacred and inviolable.
Daluo Jinxian!
Xihe slowly opened his eyes, and a purple-gold light burst out. As he glanced around, he saw many palace masters including Dijiang, Tianhao, Langya, etc. lowering their heads. Even though they were very dissatisfied, they could only suppress it at this moment.
In the sky, Xihe's figure changed, and the moon-white Taoist robe turned into a lavender palace dress again, gorgeous and noble; a purple shadow of a big sun shone behind Xihe, and there seemed to be a purple-gold light lingering around.
The dragon-slaying sword also shrank, like a hairpin, and was inserted by Xihe into her hair.
Several Taiyi Jinxians in Xihe Palace shouted, "Congratulations, Palace Master." Then there was a chorus of shouts.