"The Yuan-Devouring Magic Rod is indeed related to this huge magic formation. It looks like a magic treasure that suppresses the center of the formation, and the black magic ring is also related!" Shen Luo didn't care about showing his whereabouts. He looked at the two magic treasures flying away without any futile attempts, and muttered to himself.
When the young teacher next to him saw this, he no longer hid his tracks and appeared after a flash of white light.
"Jiuyou! This treasure disappeared more than a hundred years ago, how could it be in your hands!" When the Blood Skull Patriarch saw the black magic ring, his expression changed drastically and he shouted at Shen Luo, his voice full of disbelief and endless shock and anger.
Shen Luo was stunned by the Blood Skull Ancestor's roar, frowned slightly, and ignored it.
On the other side, Mo Xin stretched his right hand into his arms, as if he wanted to take something out. When he saw the black magic ring flying out, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Jiuyou is actually in his hands. That's perfect. I don't need the imitation I made." Mo Xin took out a black ring, which looked exactly the same as Shen Luo's black magic ring, but the aura was much worse. He turned his hand and put it away.
The Yuan-devouring Magic Rod and the Black Magic Ring now fell into the two black light pillars, leaving only two empty light pillars.
"On the way here, the mysterious black shadow, that is, the flower demon from the spiritual cave, snatched the black and yellow short ruler from the sealed stele. At that time, he also had a black magic bell in his hand. Could it be..." A thought popped up in Shen Luo's mind.
Two piercing whistling sounds came from the front of the cave, and two black lights shot out from Elder Mei's body. Among them were the black and yellow short ruler and the black bell, which were thrown towards the magic formation and fell into the last two black light pillars.
"Elder Mei!" Shen Luo was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered.
"Fellow Daoist Shen, the situation was critical just now, and I didn't have time to tell you that Elder Mei from Tianji City was the flower demon who escaped from the Ling Cave that year." Zizhu's voice sounded in Shen Luo's mind.
Shen Luo remained silent, looking at Elder Mei with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
When Elder Mei saw the two magic treasures being shot out, his face changed. Suddenly, he shot out from the crowd of Tianji City and flew towards the depths of the cave.
"Elder Mei, where are you going?" Elder Fu shouted hurriedly.
But Elder Mei seemed not to hear anything. In the blink of an eye, he flew to the depths of the cave and landed near the magic formation.
However, he did not stand with Shen Luo, Mo Xin, Blood Skull Ancestor and others, but found another place to stay.
A green light also shot out and landed beside Elder Mei. It was the Wood Owl.
When Blood Skull Patriarch saw that there were more and more monks around him, a cold look flashed in his eyes and he raised his hand and waved.
In the front part of the Yin Cave, the Shura Puppet Ghost, the Nether Scholar, and the Yin beasts abandoned by the Night Rakshasa shot into the cave and landed next to the Blood Skull Ancestor.
Without the leadership of the three, the attacks of the Yin beasts outside the Yin Cave began to become scattered. However, the Tianji City side also lost two True Immortal-level beings to help, so the two sides remained evenly matched.
Near the magic formation, the four groups of people each occupied one side and confronted each other.
The young master glanced at Elder Mei, frowned slightly, but said nothing.
The five magic weapons entered the magic array light column, and soon each of them burst into a sky-high magic light, and connected with each other to form a huge black ring, which fell down and was imprinted in the black magic array below.