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After moving, Han Yu, Wangyou Sanren, Big Crow and Black Dragon King adjusted their direction and quietly arrived at a mountain col ten miles outside Jinxia Temple.

The two of them were like animals, with not even a trace of mana fluctuations escaping, as if they were just a stubborn stone hidden in the crevices of the mountains, waiting quietly.

The mountain gate of Jinxia Temple has been opened, and there are still traces of the broken mountain guarding formation. Several broken formation flags are hanging on both sides of the mountain gate, like snakes with broken spines.

There were vague figures shaking in the view, they were several monks wearing the costumes of Jade Palace and Ziyunzhou.

Not long after, a white cloud magic weapon suddenly appeared in the sky, speeding from a distance.

On top of the Baiyun magic weapon, two figures stood vaguely, one purple and one green, exactly like the ancestors of Ziyun and Liuzhou.

The white cloud magic weapon reached the sky above Jinxia Temple and slowly descended.

At the moment less than a hundred feet away from the mountain gate——

A ball of blazing white flame flew out from Han Yu's shoulder, turned into a firebird with a wingspan of ten feet, and flew straight towards the Liuzhou ancestor on the white cloud magic weapon.

Liuzhou Patriarch's expression changed, and he sent out a stream of black water to meet the flames.

But the black water flow didn't even hold a breath in front of the flames. As soon as it came into contact with the flames, it melted like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

The flames continued unabated and directly hit the Baiyun magic weapon.

boom--!

The white cloud magic weapon was shaken violently by the flames, and the auspicious cloud patterns on the surface of the magic weapon were instantly burned and distorted.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of Wangyou Sanren's flute sounded.

It is no longer the probing and pulling in the previous battle, the sound of the flute is directly a killing move.

Layers of sound waves poured down the ground like mercury, penetrating into every hole and heading straight towards the white cloud magic weapon.Every sound wave carries ripples that are visible to the naked eye. Wherever the ripples pass, the air seems to be twisted into twists.

As the flames and sound waves arrived one after another, the two figures on the magic weapon resisted with all their strength, but they could only last for one breath, and then began to become transparent and blurry.

Finally, the sound of the flute passed by, and the figure of "Ancestor Ziyun" was cut open from head to toe, turned into purple light and expanded, but at the moment when it was about to explode, it was wrapped in the flames of the big crow and burned up.

"Liuzhou Ancestor" still wanted to escape, and her body turned into a black light and threw it into Jinxia Temple - but the flames of the big crow were faster, following closely behind, completely engulfing her.

After two explosions sounded almost simultaneously, the Baiyun magic weapon turned into a ball of debris and fell to the ground.

In the mountain col, Han Yu frowned slightly: "Is it a token of the gods?"

"It's so easy to fight..."

"The main body is not here." The big crow landed on Han Yu's shoulder, with a hint of regret in his voice, "The main body should be fleeing to the four continents, and they only sent tokens to finish them off."

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