Dense dragon scale patterns appeared on the surface of the fog barrier. Each dragon scale seemed to contain ancient pressure, and the sound of dragon roars could be heard faintly.
Colorful rays of light gushed out from the gap torn by the sword energy. The rays of light were like an upside-down river in the sky, bright and dazzling, but with a strange and frightening aura.
In the rosy glow, the grand scene of the founding of the sect by Master Xuanqiong appeared.
The master was seen standing on the top of the mountain, holding a long sword, with thousands of disciples behind him obeying his orders, and the solemn sound of chanting echoed between heaven and earth.
However, in this magnificent scene, the karma and karmic debts that countless ancestors had eliminated turned into physical demonic shadows, which were hideous and ferocious, rushing upstream along the sword's momentum, as if they wanted to devour Qing Yangzi completely.
The Seven-Star Sword in Qingyangzi's hand suddenly became as heavy as a mountain. The sparks flying from the sword edge took root and sprouted in the fog, and in an instant grew into a baloh tree hung with copper bells.
The bronze bells rang without wind, producing a breathtaking sound.
Qing Yangzi was shocked to find that the immortal power around him was being assimilated by the mist. The right hand of the founder of the Dharma image, which was wielding the sword, had turned into translucent crystal. It was crystal clear, but it revealed an air of death.
The Mirage Dragon Formation emitted a deafening roar, and the mist condensed into three thousand dragon whiskers, which wrapped around the sword in Qing Yangzi's hand like a living thing.
Qing Yangzi's whole body trembled. Through the colorful rays of light, he saw his reflection constantly splitting in the fog.
He was the one who stole the immortal wine when he was young, he hesitated when he killed the fox demon, he trembled when he saw his junior fellow apprentice become possessed by the devil. Countless Qingyangzi stretched out their arms from the fog, pulling the Seven Star Sword to different time and space, as if to tear him into countless pieces.
When the last ray of light from the Big Dipper disappeared, nine pairs of dragon eyes opened in the depths of the fog. Each pair of dragon eyes was as deep as the abyss, revealing endless pressure and murderous intent.
The Bagua pattern on Qingyangzi's Taoist robe began to flow in the opposite direction, and the direction of the Gangdou under his feet suddenly turned into a blood-red vortex, as if it was going to drag him into an endless hell.
At the same time, the sigh of the ancestor came to his mind: "The mirage dragon swallows the sky, and the one who breaks the formation will eventually become the core of the formation..."
The voice seemed to come from ancient times, carrying with it endless vicissitudes and sadness.
The shattered mist gathered together again and turned into a dark dragon that covered the sky and the sun, hovering on the top of the clouds. The dragon's body was winding and its scales were flashing with a cold light, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.
When Qing Yangzi fell into the fog, he saw his own falling reflection in the dewdrops condensed on the glazed tiles of the Yueying Sect.
The reflection became smaller and smaller, as if it was about to disappear into the endless void.
He tried to crush the life-saving jade talisman, but found that all the magic tools in the mustard bag had turned into faded fragments of memory.
Half a peach wood amulet, half a broken love knot, and the blood-stained sword tassel from when his junior brother died. These magical instruments that had accompanied him through countless disasters were now like faded scrolls, having lost all their spirituality.
The fog dragon let out a long roar, and its thousands of scales reflected Qing Yangzi's life at the same time.
From the ignorant youth to the immortal giant today, every moment is reflected with incredible clarity by the dragon scales.
When the first dragon scale sank into his brow, his heart of Taoism that had been there for millions of years collapsed, turning into fireflies all over the sky and merging into the endless cycle of mirage.
Qing Yangzi's consciousness gradually became blurred, as if he had fallen into an endless dream. In the dream, he saw his life flashing before his eyes like a kaleidoscope, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated in the vast mist.
A mist dragon hovered in the sky, its eyes shining like the sun and the moon.
Qing Yangzi was completely swallowed by the Mirage Dragon Formation and became a speck of dust in this endless cycle of reincarnation.
"Elder Qing, Elder Qing!"
Sheng Zijun looked at Qing Yangzi falling into the mist in shock. She wanted to pull him back, but as soon as she got close, she fell into it as well.
She retreated several feet fearfully, putting some distance between herself and the Yueying Sect.
"It wasn't enough that you killed Elder Mo of the Dao Sect, but you also caused Elder Qing to fall into the realm of nothingness and illusion. Aren't you afraid that the Dao Ancestor will come in person?!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Li Lingge and Zi Shuhe appeared behind her.
"As long as you stay here, who will know what happened today?"
"W-What do you want to do!?"
Sheng Zijun's heart tightened. She originally thought that as long as Qing Yangzi was there, these people would definitely surrender.
Unexpectedly, Yueying Zong and Li Lingge were so bold as to let Qingyangzi fall into an illusion.
These people are not even afraid of the Taoist sect, so they will not be afraid of her.
Without Qing Yangzi, Sheng Zijun's heart suddenly became alarmed.
She glanced at the mirage dragon formation behind her. She had to leave as soon as possible, otherwise no one would know that Qing Yangzi was swallowed by the mirage dragon.
"I am the leader of the Tianzhen Sect. Do you want to provoke a war between the two sects?"
Zi Shuhe had already seen through Sheng Zijun's thoughts.
"Weren't you the one who started the two sects' great formation?"
If Sheng Zijun had not instigated discord, how could the Holy Maiden Ceremony have developed to such a situation?
Shangguan Yourong's figure appeared and disappeared from the clouds of the Mirage Dragon Formation. Her slender fingers gently stroked the mottled patterns on the formation plate. The runes seemed to come alive, and a faint blue light flowed at her fingertips.
"Have you ever regretted it?"
Before he finished speaking, the fog covering the Moon Shadow Sect suddenly surged violently.
The mist dragon hovering above the sect slowly opened its eyes, its pupils like two bright moons, emitting a breathtaking light.
Sheng Zijun's heart tightened, but it was too late.
The fog dragon let out a deafening roar, its huge body drew a graceful arc in the air, and it opened its huge mouth and pounced towards her.
Sheng Zijun only felt a flash before his eyes, and his whole body was wrapped in thick fog.
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