In the battlefield where Ye Futian was located, both the legions of the Great Zhou Holy Dynasty and the legions of the Great Shengdao Palace were surrounded and suppressed.

The Xuanwu Legion is still trapped, hiding in the Xuanwu shell. Every time the divine whip falls, many people in the Xuanwu battle formation will be killed directly, but the battle formation is still immortal, waiting for the arrival of the outside world.

Ye Futian still sat cross-legged, playing the piano with both hands, the sound of the piano enveloped the world, and his mental power also enveloped the vast void. All the pictures in the battlefield were imprinted in his mind.

Everyone in the Supreme Saint Dao Palace is fighting hard, fighting for faith.

Teacher, while fulfilling his promise, he will lead the Tiangang battle formation and block the most elite army in the Great Zhou.

The sword formations set up by the sword demon and Xu Shu, as well as the senior brother, all entered the hinterland of the Great Zhou Holy Dynasty army and fought at any cost.

This battle is a battle of life and death.

More violent mental power poured into his mind, as if it was integrated with his spiritual will. However, he was only a middle-class wise man after all. Such terrifying spiritual power made him unbearable, and his spiritual will seemed to collapse. This was like Hua Jieyu's battle with the will of the saint, and he fainted after the battle.

Now, he is facing the same situation.

But at this moment, he was not considering the consequences. The unparalleled spiritual power was almost uncontrollable. He tried hard to control his body without trembling, allowing his ten fingers to still play the piano sound steadily. Widths of piano sound gathered together wildly, turning into an even more terrifying spiritual storm. Gradually, it seemed that a supreme figure condensed, like an ancient god.

The art of inheritance of the temple, the gods of all things are inspiring.

At this moment, it bloomed from Ye Futian's piano music.

The ancient god that appeared continued to condense and form, becoming larger and larger, covering the sky and the sun, and appeared in the center of the battle army. Many fighting people looked up in shock. The ancient body was filled with an extremely terrifying spiritual and will power.

The huge ancient god's body was flowing with unparalleled power of rules, and strands of extremely terrifying purple-gold thunder shone between the heaven and earth. Between the ten fingers of the ancient god's body, there was endless world-destroying thunder light. Each thunder light was like a god whip.

The ancient god stretched out his arm and came with endless purple thunder lightning. A long thunder whip wrapped around the Xuanwu formation, just like the light of doomsday falling down madly, hitting the super spiritual will that was condensed by the battle formation, causing the huge Xuanwu body to tremble.

"Xieyu." Ye Futian was playing with a sound. Hua Jieyu was the same as his mind at this moment. His body flew into the air. The divine whip in his hand waved with the strongest force, heading straight towards the Xuanwu Battle Formation, directly hitting the center of the endless thunder and glory, as if it was triggered a terrible formation.

In an instant, figures flew out from the Xuanwu battle formation, screaming.

The entire battle formation, countless powerful people, were all shaken away, and the huge Xuanwu was split into pieces and the battle formation was broken and disintegrated.

Pang Mu stood in the void and saw the people around him being shaken away madly. He also felt a terrible force in his body attacking his spiritual will, and his face turned pale.

Unexpectedly, he would face such a dangerous situation when he launched an attack on Ye Futian.

"Boom." As soon as he stepped on his feet, Pang Mu wanted to retreat. Xuanwu's soul appeared and wrapped his body in it. At this moment, he had only one idea to escape.

"Where are you going?"

A cold voice came out, like a sound of judgment. After this voice fell, Pang Mu looked up at the ancient god. He saw a pair of terrible pupils. The pupils were like Ye Futian's eyes, extremely deep, making people fall into it. In an instant, a terrible mental storm invaded. Pang Mu's body was instantly shrouded in purple thunder, and he felt a stinging pain in his mind.

Rumble...

A terrifying loud noise came out, and the ancient god in the void punched, as if an endless huge star fell down and hit Xuanwu's body.

Accompanied by a terrifying shock sound, cracks appeared and broken in Xuanwu's body. Pang Mu spit out a mouthful of blood and his face was pale.

"I'll withdraw from the battle." Pang Mu suddenly felt a strong sense of fear. If he continued to fight, he would die here.

A howling wind sounded, and Hua Jieyu's divine whip whip down, and another loud noise. Pang Muru was electrocuted and felt a numbness in his whole body. His mental will almost collapsed and shattered, but even if he was not killed directly, he only breathed a sigh of relief.

"Die." Ye Futian looked up at Pang Mu in the void, his eyes showing cold murderous intent.

He wanted these people who came to the Taoist Palace to die.

"Bang!" Another heavy blow, Pang Mu's life soul collapsed and shattered, his body was broken, and the divine whip also came again. A miserable voice came out, Pang Mu's spiritual will collapse, and his body fell weakly towards the sky.

Seeing this scene, the people who were seriously injured in the Xuanwu Battle Formation before were pale and each of them felt extremely strongly afraid.

Pang Mu, the commander of the Xuanwu Legion, one of the four commanders of the Holy Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty, died in the Shiroshima Zhisheng Dao Palace.

"Bang."

In the void, the chess pieces of King Zhou fell heavily on the chessboard, and a terrifying majesty filled his body.

Although Pang Mu is not a royal family, he is also one of the four commanders of the Jinhuang Legion of the Great Zhou Holy Dynasty. He has a great status in the Holy Dynasty of the Great Zhou. Now he is dead in the Supreme Saint Dao Palace.

Moreover, this holy war was a little different from what he imagined. The power and determination of Huangzhou were far beyond his expectations.

"How?" The old village chief put a chess piece and looked up at King Zhou Sheng Dao. His mood was also a little turbulent. The performance of Ye Futian and the powerful men of the Supreme Saint Dao Palace moved him a little.

"Although a legion was surrounded and killed, the same battle formation will be buried with you." King Zhou Sheng spoke coldly, made a move again, swallowing a piece of chess piece of the old village chief.

What the Saint King of Zhou refers to is naturally the Tiangang battle formation headed by the wise king of fighting.

The old village chief lowered his head and looked towards the direction of the Tiangang battle formation.

At this time, the Fighting King gathered the power of the battle formation, and his whole body was shining brightly. Only three major positions, Zhou Mian, Zhou Huang, and Wuliang Xianjun, launched an attack again.

With an angry shout, the Dharma body of the Fighting Xianjun condensed again, and a thousand feet of light burst out from his huge body. His arms were raised, filled with endless power. Then he carried the power of the Battle Saint Fist Glove and broke out into the air, bombarding out the fist light, trying to break the heavens.

However, the three powerful men on the opposite side all had holy weapons, and they came with the power of holy weapons, breaking the fist intention and descending on the Dharma body. The Golden Phoenix Sword penetrated everything, slamming the void by the infinite ruler, and the Dharma body collapsed directly. The terrible attack hit the burly body of the Dou Zhan Xianjun. His body bones were broken and his meridians were cracked. The sword intent of the Golden Phoenix Sword attacked his body through the holy weapon armor, making his body seem to be about to be torn apart.

The holy weapon was stained with blood, and the breath of the Fighting King's body was fluctuating unsteadily, as if it was shaking, and his majestic body could not continue to bear it.

"Senior brother, let me do it." King Kong Xianjun was in a state of turmoil. Looking at his majestic body, he was trying his best to buy time for that battlefield.

"Pang Mu is dead." At this time, Zhou Mian glanced at the other side, with an extremely cold expression. The leader of the Xuanwu Legion was killed in battle.

Ye Futian, he actually forged an endless and huge body and entered other legions. On the battlefield there, the legion of the Great Zhou Holy Dynasty did not have an advantage.

The King of Dou Zhan obviously saw it too. He turned around and glanced at the battlefield, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Has he destroyed a large army of the other party?

In this way, the Taoist Palace has a little more hope. Of course, he also has to protect this Tiangang battle formation from being destroyed.

"You kill him." Zhou Mian spoke to Zhou Huang and Wuliang Xianjun, then turned around and led the army to another battlefield.

"Where is going?" The King of Dou Zhan stepped out, and the battle formation immediately moved with him. His body headed towards Zhou Mian, and his domineering fist rushed out again.

"You are looking for death." Zhou Mian said angrily, and a wing slashed down, as if cutting the void and splitting the fist. But the Xianjun of Dou Zhan never thought of giving up. His arms broke through the air at the same time, and endless fists smashed towards the other party. The huge wings behind Zhou Mian slashed down wildly, and the two attacks collided violently.

"Senior brother, be careful." King Kong Xianjun shouted loudly, and saw a dazzling light coming. King Dou Zhan Xianjun was unable to dodge any more when resisting Zhou Mian's attack. The Golden Phoenix Sword slashed on the body of Dou Zhan Xianjun with terrifying power. Although it was blocked by the holy weapon, the Golden Phoenix Sword could not penetrate into his body, but the boundless and sharp sword intent still rushed into his body.

The blood from the mouth of the King of Dou Zhan kept spitting out, and his internal organs seemed to be about to tear them apart.

At this moment, he remembered the teachings he taught to Ye Futian and Yu Sheng for the first time. He said that the body refiners will always be strong, and you can afford to attack you by others, but the other party cannot withstand your attack.

However, this time, it was a little different, even he could not bear it.

"Senior Brother." King Kong Xianjun's face was pale. At this moment, it would be difficult to change the formation.

The other party would not miss the opportunity to kill his senior brother.

"If I fall down, you continue." Dou Zhan Xianjun spoke loudly. After the words came, his body seemed to burn, and seven rays of light rushed into his body frantically. Suddenly, a series of light penetrated his body, penetrated through his fists, feet, chest and abdomen, and even the top of his head, bursting out with endless dazzling light.

The Tiancan Art is his practice technique. How can the word Tiancan be explained?

In fact, he had one move that he did not teach Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, that was the ultimate move of the Tiancanjue, the Tiancanfa style.

Break the limits of the body and burn all the potential of the body.

At this moment, endless momentum poured into his body in the Tiangang battle formation, penetrated without reservation, and stormed into his body, and seven rays of light rushed straight into the sky.

At this time, the wise king of Fighting Battle was in a relaxed state of mind, and an extremely terrifying force of will shroud the heavens.

The vast world seemed to have a force resonating with it. Suddenly, a terrible storm blew up from the sky. These storms raged into the world like the rules of the great way. Then they headed towards the body of Dou Zhan Xianjun, penetrated his body, causing Dou Zhan Xianjun to look slightly, and he looked up at the sky.

God, are you kidding him too?

At this time, above the void, the chess piece in the hands of King Zhou and the old village chief fell. Their eyes were extremely sharp, looking at the Fighting King Xiakong.

If you have no shortcomings in your mind, the holy disaster will come, will the holy path be forged?

"Haha..." A loud laughter shook the world. The King of Fighting Zhan stared at the sky and said solemnly: "I want to ask the sky, how much is this life? But where does my heart want, is there any regrets in death?"

Since God has allowed him to experience the holy way before he dies, he will be inseparable in this life!
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