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The moment the formation was broken, Mu Ji was approaching the formation. The spiritual storm released in the formation was too violent and beyond his imagination and judgment.

He was not worried about Zhang Xiaohan's safety. Among all of them, Zhang Xiaohan is the safest, not only because she can see spiritual lines that others cannot see, and can easily break the powerful formations in their eyes, but also because she has the last protective umbrella, the earrings given to her by Jianji. This was refined by Jianji for Zhang Xiaohan by himself, enough to withstand the strongest attack in this world.

In particular, she also sacrificed the colorful feather fan and the phoenix wings. One of these two increased her attack power and the other improved her defense power. There are not many monks in this world who can be called Zhang Xiaohan's opponents.

But the spiritual power storm not far away surprised him. Nangong and the other two were just in the early stage of Mahayana cultivation, but the spiritual power fluctuations stimulated far exceeded those in the early stage of Mahayana, and even he felt a sense of fear in his heart.

The formation has been broken, and all that is left is terrifying abuse. A green light flashed on Mu Mu's body, and his spiritual power was completely restrained. He quietly dripped through an arc and sneaked in from the edge of the abuse of spiritual power.

The ancient trees on the periphery had long been razed to ashes in the explosion of the formation. The air was filled with burnt smell, and there was also an extremely abundant crazy spiritual energy. It is hard to imagine that such a rich spiritual energy appeared only because of the battle between monks. If you could concentrate on practicing in such a rich spiritual energy, it would not only be twice the result with half the effort.

Hibiscus sneaked in very quickly, and in such abusive spiritual power, he also felt great pressure. Soon, he passed through the center of tyranny, but his forward steps suddenly paused, and in shock, he almost leaked out traces.

Nangong and the other two were bleeding from their mouths and noses and were stumbled on the ground. From the position where they were standing, they should be the location of the array eye. What shocked him was that not far behind them, next to a spiritual spring that was erupting, there were three huge umbrella-shaped spiritual medicines rooted by monks.

The face is ferocious and painful.

Anger suddenly emerged from his heart, and his eyes quickly returned to Nangong and the other two who were on the ground. They were about to lift their footsteps. A sudden roar in his ears was deafening, and the spiritual power rolled again. The spiritual power in his body was also instantly stimulated by the roar and rolling spiritual power. It rushed in the meridians. Before he lifted his foot, he paused and landed on the ground. Suddenly, a small ball of light came out from the rolling spiritual power, flew towards the spiritual spring without being covered with lightning, drew an arc in the air, and pierced directly towards Nangong Xiaomei.

Mu Jin had no time to react, and his eyes followed the light ball. Seeing that the light ball entered Nangong Xiaomei's forehead, suddenly an impossible idea appeared in his mind. His right hand suddenly raised, and his index finger pointed at Nangong Xiaomei in the air. A hole suddenly appeared in front of his index finger and disappeared in an instant. At the moment he raised his finger, Nan Gong Xiaomei suddenly screamed in a shrill manner, and his body rolled on the ground, avoiding Mu Jin's fatal blow.

"Puff!" There was a round index finger-sized hole on the sandy land that was rolling past. If you walked forward and looked closely, you could see that this hole shot through the sandy land very deep, but the sand and stones around the hole seemed to be melted by high temperature, becoming crystal clear.

Mitsuki failed to hit the attack, his fingers slightly tilted. As the second attack was about to be activated, a secret sound suddenly appeared in the consciousness: "Partial."

The sea of ​​consciousness suddenly turned over, and the severe pain made the extended fingers tilt. Mu Jin's figure suddenly showed from the spot. He reacted very quickly. He knew that the attack was not hit, and his spiritual consciousness was attacked, but he did not protect himself at all. He rushed towards Nangong Xiaomei as soon as he fitted.

The rolling Nangong Xiaomei suddenly stood up, and the Nangong brothers suddenly sat cross-legged as if they were being pulled. The hibiscus was still half way from them. The three of them all returned to the eyes of the formation. Nangong Xiaomei's mouth again sniffled out a word: "Qi."

In an instant, the surging and rolling spiritual power storm turned into dozens of ancient trees, crossing the hibiscus. Each ancient tree that had to be hugged by five or six people suddenly became two, turning into half of its original thickness. The formation that was originally crushed by Zhang Xiaohan actually appeared again.

At first glance, the sight was full of ancient trees, towering into the clouds. Even though I knew that these ancient trees were all phantoms, everything was so real.

If it moves, the traction formation will run. If it doesn't move, the formation will not move. If it doesn't move, the sister Yi, who has taken over Nangong Xiaomei, can take the opportunity to restore her strength.

Mu Ji kept pounced forward and looked straight ahead. Although there were towering ancient trees in front of him, his gaze seemed to see Nangong Xiaomei in the array through the ancient trees.

He raised his right hand, no longer a light index finger, but a fist. He was not facing the Nangong Xiaomei in the early stage of Mahayana, but a powerful soul who had been imprisoned for 300,000 years.

A black hole as big as a bowl suddenly formed from above the outgoing fist, and then suddenly disappeared. A spiritual power rolling hole suddenly appeared in the straight line between the fist and the black hole. The line of sight was already fast enough, but it could not keep up with the speed of the formation of this spiritual power hole. It seemed that only the tail smoke rolling at its tail was pushing the soul-sucking pressure.

I had just seen the spiritual power hollow, but the fluctuations generated by the huge spiritual power explosion seemed to be responsive to the excitement of this spiritual power hollow. The deafening explosion that should have occurred did not sound for a long time, and only the phantom of the ancient tree in front of me was collapsing and collapsed.

"Zhang Xiaohan, Xiaobao, thank you. Don't worry, I will come back to find you." The first hoarse voice was still in my ears, but the last sentence was gone. The illusion collapsed. On the scorching pitted sandy land, the two Nangong brothers with blood from seven orifices were slapped on the ground. Behind me, Lingquan was still vomiting quietly.

After the spiritual consciousness was released, Nangong and the others died so thoroughly that they could not be able to penetrate the depth, but the Nascent Soul in the Dantian disappeared. On the other side, Zhang Xiaohan was standing blankly on the side.

At the end of Zhang Xiaohan's sight was a young monk with a big figure. Not far away, the fire fox was lying on the ground, and the nine long tails spread out evenly behind him, as if it was a beautiful red fan.

Around the young monk, there were large black fairy stones scattered, with many top-grade fairy stones mixed in it, and a large piece of top-grade five-color fairy stones. There were also fragments of spiritual plants, demon pills, and scattered storage bracelets. At first glance, it seemed that everything in the storage bracelet was thrown out.
Chapter completed!