Bi Xun's heart trembled.
He saw more and more disciples being hit by thorns and poisoned by them.
He didn't care about the subsequent battle.
A square box the size of two fists came out of his hand.
Seeing that this box is all silver-white, the cold light on it is fascinating.
Although it is far away, people can already feel the terrifying power on it.
This silver box was originally used to fight against Mo Ling, but looking at the current situation, they still underestimated Mo Ling's ability after unsealing.
If they don't use it now, they probably haven't even seen Mo Ling's face.
People are already dead Murong Wu took a long black gold knife that she took from the original owner of this costume and kept swinging it to resist the menacing attack.
After feeling a sudden strong force around her, she suddenly raised her head and saw A silver-white box jumped straight into the sky.
Then, the silver box made a creaking sound, and then the lid of the silver box slowly opened a gap.
Thousands of white lights shot out from it in an instant, and the entire space was filled with light.
Being dazzled by this white light The light was so dazzling that everyone present could not help but close their eyes.
The visual closure makes their hearing and touch more sensitive.
They can't see it, but they can clearly hear the sound of something being torn into pieces and being crushed into powder bit by bit.
Murong Wu couldn't open her eyes, but her vigilance was at its highest.
This situation was very dangerous.
She was facing a double-layered crisis.
If any of them could open their eyes at this time, they would be shocked by the strangeness of the scene.
The silver box in mid-air was not fully opened.
There was only a gap less than half a finger wide, from which a stream of dazzling white light was emitted, making it difficult to open one's eyes.
Then the white light seemed to have an entity, like a storm.
Instantly twisting towards the purple thorns and the man-eating crows in the sky Wherever the white light passed, these things were first pierced, and then torn apart crazily by unknown things.
Every inch, every bit, was not missed.
As long as the things that had just attacked them were all ruthlessly crushed, and then they were torn apart again.
It was crushed into powder little by little, and was brutally scattered by the white light, without even leaving any blood.
The white light lasted for a very short time.
In just a snap of a finger, the surroundings fell into silence, as quiet as death.
The white light also disappeared completely.
The silver box slowly closed its mouth, slowly descended from the air, and fell back into the sky again.
Bi Xun's hands At this time, people opened their eyes and looked at the situation around them.
Even though they had experienced it several times, they still felt very shocked, and Murong Wu was even more afraid of them.
After Bi Xun collected the silver box, he staggered slightly and his face turned a lot pale.
It was just such a short period of time and such a small power that consumed so much energy.
It could no longer be used in a short period of time.
It had to be used before.
They need to rest well, otherwise they won't be able to complete their mission, and they might end up like the people they sent earlier.
Murong Wu noticed something strange about him with sharp eyes, and he understood in his heart.
It seemed that this thing was consuming him and he couldn't use it more.
"Everyone should take care of their injuries first.
Let's rest for an hour and hit the road."
Bi Xun said with a white face.
His condition is not suitable for leaving now, and he just used the one here.
He doesn't dare to be disturbed by anything for a while, so he should rest first.
Down.
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Murong Wu sat down silently.
She put the black gold sword in her hand and lowered her head.
She didn't know what she was thinking about.
Mo Ling's eyes suddenly sharpened when he looked at the woman, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the place where the fight had just taken place.
The cold light was catchy.
His hands were still on the barrier, but murderous intent was rising in his body, and he still refused to give up: