he Lord of Great Dreams

Chapter 1733: War Whip

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As the power of the magic fire increased, the golden sword formation became unstable again under its wrapping and calcination, and showed signs of being unable to withstand the attack and struggling to death.

The three men in gray all showed satisfaction in their eyes when they saw this. They thought this was what should happen as it should be, and they immediately worked even harder to activate the magic formation.

On the altar, Su Zhen was watching this scene and was also delighted.

Her gaze fell on Tu Shanxue in the formation, and a fierce look flashed in her eyes.

Tu Shanxue's aura weakened significantly, but he clenched his silver teeth, and a pink light flashed on his body. He tried his best to pull the power of the Fox Ancestor in his body.

Although this was of little use, the Fox Ancestor's power still continued to flow into Su Zhen's body, but it could more or less slow down the speed of its loss.

"At this point, you still want to resist!" Su Zhen said angrily.

Tu Shanxue did not say anything, his eyes only fixed on the golden sword formation within the demonic flame.

Although it is ironic, given the current situation, Shen Luo is her only hope.

Based on Tu Shanxue's understanding of Shen Luo, this person is a deep-minded person with many means. He will never be willing to die in the magic formation and will definitely take some action. If she can hold on until Shen Luo breaks out of the formation, she may still have a glimmer of hope.

However, under the impact of wave after wave of black and red devil flames, the golden sword formation became increasingly shaky and looked like it would collapse any moment soon.

"Is there nothing he can do..." Tu Shanxue's heart sank.

However, in reality, in the golden sword formation, Shen Luo was methodically replacing the infected Pure Yang flying sword, using his blood-colored claws to help the contaminated flying sword absorb the evil energy, and then sending it back to the sword formation.

The reason why the golden light curtain appeared to be weakened was, on the one hand, because he was replacing the flying sword, and on the other hand, he did it on purpose to make the three gray-clothed men misjudge and delay time.

But as time went by, the three men in gray also realized something was wrong. They found that the golden sword formation seemed to be weakening, but it was endless, and they could never be completely broken.

"Don't hold back the real blood in your hands, throw it all into the formation and kill him completely!" the tall gray-robed man shouted.

Upon hearing this, the other two also snapped their fingers, and a drop of golden blood shot out from their fingertips and landed on the crystal skull. The flames in the magic array completely turned from black to red, and both the burning power and the filthy infectious power increased exponentially.

Shen Luo immediately felt the pressure doubled, and the light curtain of the golden sword formation was compressed rapidly. Within a few breaths, six Pure Yang Flying Swords were contaminated by demonic energy, and it was too late to replace them.

He showed an anxious look, and his consciousness was immersed in the Free and Easy Mirror.

In the bamboo building inside the Xiaoyao Mirror, the Nether Fire Furnace was glowing brightly. The Fire Spirit hanging above was sweating profusely, staring at the furnace intently.

Nie Caizhu, who was sitting cross-legged beside the stove, had a pale face and her body swayed slightly back and forth. She seemed to have overdrawn her strength and was almost unable to support her body.

But she clenched her teeth, frowned, and still forced herself to transfer the last bit of magic power into the furnace.

"It's done." At this moment, Huo Lingzi suddenly raised his eyebrows and shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of spiritual light instantly shot up into the sky from the Hellfire Furnace, and actually blew the lid of the furnace away. A large, ancient iron whip that was completely dark green and surrounded by nine black hoops slowly rose from the furnace. A strange bird head relief appeared near the handle, with bloodshot eyes, and looked lifelike.