When Lu Huaming drew his sword, the Tang Dynasty official disciples hurriedly retreated to a distance and took out various communication instruments.
At this moment, a tiny white light flashed in the darkness behind them, and countless hair-like white lights shot out silently and hit these government disciples.
More than a dozen Tang Dynasty official disciples were all knocked away, their bodies were riddled with holes, and they all died without a single sound.
"Junior Brother Gong, Junior Brother Chen... Who is hiding there!" Seeing this, Lu Huaming's eyes were bloodshot. The sword in his hand shone wildly, and an even greater sword energy slashed into the darkness, illuminating the place.
A black figure stood there, covered in a layer of black air. His face could not be seen, but his body looked a little hunched, and he was leaning on a silver crane cane in his hand. He seemed to be an old man.
A huge sword energy shot out like lightning and slashed down at the black figure's head.
"Frosty Nine Provinces! The divine sword left behind by the peerless swordsman who swept across the three realms in the past! It's a good sword, but it's a pity that you can't bring out its power." A slightly old voice came from behind the black fog, and the crane-billed cane in his hand pointed into the void.
A silver staff shadow shot out and collided with the huge sword energy.
With a loud "boom", the blue sword energy was cut off.
A huge force rebounded back, Lu Huaming's body shook violently, and he took two steps back, but the black figure did not move at all.
At this moment, the situation in the other cracks was the same. The restrictions inside were broken, black air rose into the sky, and countless demons reappeared.
In the northwest of Chang'an City, a series of palaces are located here.
This place is quite a distance away from the imperial city, but it is always surrounded by soldiers and is heavily guarded. Not only is it difficult for ordinary people to get close, but even court dignitaries and even members of the royal family are not allowed to get close without permission.
This place is called Circular Mound, where emperors of the Tang Dynasty offered sacrifices to heaven.
However, these are the perceptions of ordinary people. What they don’t know is that the location of the Circular Mound is also the hub of the dragon vein of the Tang Dynasty. Emperors of all dynasties would set up an altar for offering sacrifices to heaven here, using the power of the dragon vein to pray to heaven for prosperity, and at the same time use this altar to suppress the dragon vein of national destiny.
In the center of the Circular Mound stands a huge altar. It is dark blue in color and built with jade and diamond. It is dozens of feet high, circular in shape, and has three floors. There are nine stairs extending from the top of the altar to the ground, which is extremely magnificent.
At this moment, the area around the altar was filled with large golden flags, each embroidered with a golden dragon. The entire flag was shining with golden light and emitting dragon energy.
These golden flags seemed to be the flags of some special formation. The golden light they emitted connected with each other to form a huge magic formation.
The entire Circular Mound is shrouded in restrictions, and all spiritual light is blocked by the restrictions, so it will not be revealed to the outside and disturb the people.
At the top of the altar, Yuan Tiangang sat cross-legged, muttering to himself.
In addition to Yuan Tiangang, there were more than a dozen monks wearing offering robes sitting around, also chanting spells and casting spells. One after another, the spells were constantly integrated into the surrounding golden formation.
These people had a powerful aura, and they were all at the True Immortal stage. The Fire Boy and the golden-robed old man that Shen Luo had seen before were among them.
This great formation seemed extremely difficult to activate. Even though the cultivation base of everyone present was above the True Immortal Stage, it did not look easy. For those with a slightly lower cultivation base, beads of sweat already appeared on their foreheads.