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Volume 2: First Entering Xuanmen Chapter 306: A single move affects the whole body

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    It's quiet at night.  ??The sky is clear and frost is flowing, and the moon shines on the flower forest.  The clear and cold brilliance fell, and the light and dark rosy clothes were mottled into patterns. When draped on the body, there was an indescribable aura.  Pan Wenji is sitting on the cloud platform, with the seal hanging in the air, but he is restless.  "What's going on?" Pan Wenji looked gloomy. At his current state, he had understood the rules, interacted with heaven and man, and had feelings in the dark. Such a whim was not a good sign.  King Qing Jiao seemed to have noticed something unusual in Pan Wenji's behavior and cast his gaze over.  Boom, at this moment, Pan Wenji suddenly shook his body, and through the magic weapon connected to his mind, the scene under Haiyan was illuminated.  I don¡¯t know when, overlapping dim lights bloomed, and a demon god with three heads and six arms rose into the sky. The silver chains on his body collapsed one by one and turned into powder.  The devil sings ancient songs. Wherever he goes, order collapses and chaos descends.  Crash, evil, fear, hatred, killing, all kinds of negative emotions rose up, as if they were real, and they seemed like rusty hanging ropes on the gallows, strangling the throats of all the Shui Tribe people.  ¡° Faintly, unimaginable disasters are raging in the East China Sea.  "Not good," Although the scene only flashed away, Pan Wenji's expression changed drastically and he stood up suddenly. He suddenly remembered the prophecy circulated among the senior officials of the Shui Tribe, that the nightmare of the suppressed Shui Tribe would awaken under the eyes of the sea.  "Fellow Daoist Pan?" King Qingjiao frowned and spoke displeasedly. Pan Wenji's actions just now have affected the seamless operation of the formation.  "Something big has happened." Pan Wenji was so anxious that he had no time to say anything. He shook his body and turned into a sky-shattering rainbow. He rushed out of the formation and rushed into the distance.  "Is this?" King Qingjiao and other Dongtian people of the Water Tribe stared at this change in dumbfounded amazement. None of them expected that Pan Wenji would leave so neatly at this time.  "Our great formation," Tian Liuer let out a painful wail. One person was missing, and the Tianhe Catalpa Formation was no longer complete.  Boom, boom, the next moment, the black and white brilliance is like two wings extending, slowly hanging down from the sky. In the auspicious light of the sky, Jing Younan slowly walked out, took off the dragon horn conch from his waist, put it to his mouth, and blew it hard.  Woohoo, vast, vast, majestic.  The sound that had been silent in the dust of the years sounded again after ten thousand years, and the mighty power spread across the sea, making the blood of every aquarium that heard the sound of the conch boil, and then they surrendered deeply.  This is the power that comes from blood and inheritance, and is not transferred by human will at all.  Even though the Dragon Tribe¡¯s strategy of spreading seeds all over the world can make the Shui Tribe expand into a terrifying ethnic advantage in the shortest possible time and maintain unity and strength with the advantage of bloodline, it also lays hidden dangers.  The natural elevation of bloodline and history, as well as the strict inertia of the system, leave ordinary water tribes with no room for thinking. When they hear the ancient conch sound filled with the majesty of the ancient dragon tribe, their first reaction is to surrender that is engraved in their bones and blood.  Of course, King Qingjiao and others are cave gods who have turned into dragons from carps and stand at the top of the aquarium. Even though the dragon-horned conch symbolizes traditional power, they will not be allowed to show their submission, but they are still a little surprised.  It's inevitable.  There were originally a lot of omissions caused by Ban Wenji's departure, but this little surprise inevitably expanded the omissions, and finally converged into a loophole. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out of the cave sky, Jiang Wen, the Nanhua sect's cave heaven master, was the first to seize this breakthrough, control the cave sky, and come out proudly, filling the sky with the phantoms of birds and beasts, with astonishing momentum.  "Duh," the spirit bead raised its sword light, and the frosty air rose into the sky. As a Dongzhen disciple of the Shangqing Sword Sect, he naturally possesses keen intuition.  Afterwards, Qin Yun, Yan Xiaoyue, Ye Tiannan and Zhou Luoyan broke out of the formation one after another.  The original Tianhe Jue Formation was truly extraordinary and contained endless mysteries, trapping everyone inside and making it difficult to find a way out.  But now that there is a loophole in the formation, trying to trap five more people is just nonsense.  It can be said that Pan Wenji's sudden departure disrupted the plans of the real people of the Shui Tribe and caused flaws in the original formation. Jing Younan held the dragon-horned conch and briefly made the real people of the Shui Tribe lose their minds. It was like using an ax to smash  The dike that originally had a gap split open, and the torrential river water could no longer resist it.  "It's really unexpected," Yan Xiaoyue supported the high bun on her head, her beautiful eyes were wandering, and her thoughts were swirling.??.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????.  This victory will curb the Shui Tribe¡¯s ever-increasing landing plans and help Xuanmen cope with the catastrophe.  "Jing Zhenren has done a great job," Yan Xiaoyue turned her attention to Jing Younan in front. There is no doubt that as the person in charge, he has the greatest contribution.  "How could this happen?" Jiang Wen frowned quietly, confused.  He had hidden a lot of tricks and was ready to make a name for the Nanhua faction, but before he could use them, the duel between the Xuanmen and the Shui tribe had already decided the winner.  This situation is like punching the air, very depressing.  "Jing Younan," Qin Yun lowered his eyelids, feeling unhappy in his heart.  It is of course a good thing that Xuanmen wins this time, but Jing Younan shines so brightly that they all become foils, which is not a good thing.  You must know that as a Dongzhenren, he is willing to come to fight with the Shui tribe just to use this platform to show his power and obtain benefits. It is obvious that he has not achieved this goal.  Ye Tiannan and Zhou Luoyan were very happy. They could come happily and go back safely. They also brushed their faces in front of their Xuanmen colleagues. Their merits were already complete.  As for Lingzhuzi, he looked up and down at the people of the Shui Tribe on the opposite side. Jianwan was swimming in the cloud light on the Tianmen. It seemed that he wanted to find someone to try his sword on.  Jing Younan held the dragon-horned conch in his hand and let out a sigh of relief as he watched the overlapping formations dissipate on the sea.  Although he didn¡¯t know why something happened to the Shui Tribe, causing a flaw in the solid formation, he seized the opportunity anyway and became the winner with the help of the power of the Dragon Horn Conch.  Otherwise, it would be difficult to deal with just his shadow copied in the formation.  "My luck is with me," Jing Younan smiled, stepped forward, looked straight ahead, and said loudly, "Dear Masters of the Shui Tribe, the formation has been broken, what should we do?" "This," King Qingjiao's face was as dark as a  At the bottom of the pot, I didn¡¯t know how many times I cursed Pan Wenji. If he hadn¡¯t left before the battle, how could he have ended up where he is now?  When such an opportunity passes, how long will the Shui Tribe have to wait?  "What?" Jing Younan hung the dragon-horned conch on his waist, raised his sword eyebrows, and said in a voice as passionate as gold and stone, "Do you still want to regret it?" "Of course not," King Qing Jiao  Gritting his teeth, he said in a reluctant tone, "We, the aquatic tribe, have always made promises worth a thousand pieces of gold." I hope I can finish this book smoothly.
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