Qian Yao's attack slowed down for a moment, but Zhang Xiaohan had no time to think about why. Her cultivation strength and even her life were designed by Dong Xiao to survive and die together with the formation. Why?

Zhang Xiaohan was not even angry, and there was only one reason in his heart. She could not think that Dong Xiao, who had been taking good care of her, would delay the time when the formation was cracked in this way, and she did not believe that Dong Xiao's move was to kill her.

But the facts were right in front of her, and she had only had time to think about why, and Qian Yao took action again.

The divine thoughts and divine power bombarded the formation. The previous attack was just a means of temptation. As the prince of the human world, Qian Yao's attainment in formation was not much lower than that of Dong Xiao. He quickly found the weakness of the formation, just as Zhang Xiaohan once relied on the cooperation of the Heavenly Eye and Taiyi Divine Art, attacked and chased the nodes of the formation one by one.

Zhang Xiaohan could only passively bear the attack, but fortunately, she could disperse the attack to other nodes at the eye of the formation. Although the formation node was attacked, it remained unmoved.

Zibing looked at Zhang Xiaohan's expression and then her eyes fell on Dong Xiao's back. At this moment, the true dragon and the figure of the woman in the sharp corner had merged together, surrounded by countless Ming Jiawen, and black and red flames were also among them. Looking at her eyes, it was hard to tell whether the flame was burning Ming Jiawen, or the two souls that were fused together in the sharp corner, or burning both.

Dong Xiao seemed to have never sensed Zhang Xiaohan's crisis, nor did he sensed Zi Bing's sight, but he still kept igniting black and red flames.

The sound of attack resounded in his ears, and the roar of despair and crying came from the sea of ​​consciousness. These two sounds acted in the formation at the same time. Dong Xiao, Zhang Xiaohan and Zi Bing turned a deaf ear. Ran Ying did not have such a great concentration, especially the howling in the sea of ​​consciousness, which was about to drive him crazy. He had long been sitting cross-legged on the ground, and the spiritual power in the meridians flowed to resist various sounds, but the formation could be blocked by the sound of attack, and the sound directly acting in the consciousness was unstoppable, just because his spiritual consciousness was relatively weak.

The voice of the spiritual consciousness became stronger and stronger. Finally, he couldn't even sit still, so he simply stopped the exercises and watched Dong Xiao cast the magic, and looked at the two souls suffering. He listened to howling in the sea of ​​consciousness, hoping that Dong Xiao would quickly conquer the two souls.

Qian Yao couldn't attack the formation, but suddenly his sleeves shook, and a long brown brush was added in his hand. With one hand, the end of the pen was a little more solemn in the air. A red Ming Jiawen was outlined, turning into a red light and rushing towards the node of the formation. Then another Ming Jiawen appeared, but it condensed in the air, ready to go.

As soon as the red Nether Gawen appeared, Zhang Xiaohan's expression also condensed. In her intuition, she probably couldn't resist the Nether Gawen. She gritted her teeth and sent the spirit in her body into the formation first, but not only the spirit, but also the fire of the phoenix.

She stood on the array eye of the array to control the array, as if she was the master of the array. The phoenix fire did not burn the array, but it just collided with the red Ming Jiawen. The array vibrated, burning the aggressive Ming Jiawen directly in the node.

Qian Yao was shocked. When he had a pen tip in his hand, Ming Jiawen poured out like flowing water, running towards the same node one after another, and the Phoenix Fire was continuously transported over, but the same node was attacked like this, it was clearly not supported for a long time. Even if Zhang Xiaohan controlled the Phoenix Fire accurately, this formation was not arranged by her spirit after all.

Ling Su, who was standing beside him, suddenly chuckled, opened his mouth and said something, Qian Yao also said something. Zhang Xiaohan could only see the two people's verbal movements in the formation, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. He just felt that it would not be a good thing. Sure enough, after Qian Yao spoke, Ling Su also twisted his fingers, and under the familiar magic tricks, a string of silver Ming Jiawen also poured out from the tips of her fingers.

What exactly is this Ming Jiawen? The emperor's son and grandson all used it as an attack method. Zhang Xiaohan frowned slightly. Before Ling Su's silver Ming Jiawen fell on the formation, he opened his mouth and a large red flame rushed out. A crisp phoenix sound came from the flame. The flame suddenly rushed out of the formation and turned into a burning fire phoenix and rushed towards Ling Su.

Ling Su was caught off guard and raised his fingers. The silver Ming Jiawen rushed towards the fire phoenix, but the power of this fire phoenix could not be stopped by Ming Jiawen. Ming Jiawen quickly burned and turned into a little flame on the fire phoenix.

A white divine light suddenly surged in front of Ling Su's body. The divine light suddenly shone and dazzlingly. The fire phoenix paused under the divine light. The bright red flames shrank slightly, but then the fire phoenix screamed for a long time, as if it was out of the rage. The bright red flames soared into the sky, competing with Ling Su's divine light halfway. The white divine light and the red flames surging together.

Suddenly, a loud bang came out, and the fire phoenix suddenly dissipated with a long sound, and Ling Su also snorted, and the blood was stirred by the collision, and he flew backwards. Qian Yao grabbed the moment of the explosion and suddenly forced the tip of the pen to the formation node that had attacked for half a day.

This immediately means a head-on confrontation with Zhang Xiaohan. He uses the magic weapon in his hand and the formation used by Zhang Xiaohan.

The same red divine light collided, Qian Yao's pen tip looked light and unbearable. However, the moment he touched the formation node, the dragon that fell into Zhang Xiaohan's eyes was like a dragon head rushing in with a bloody mouth. Not only did he want to bite off the formation node, but he would also retaliate the spiritual power after the formation collapsed to her.

At this time, there was no longer any way out, and Zhang Xiaohan did not expect Dong Xiao and Zibing to take action. One of them was sacrificing the divine nature and flawless clone, and the other probably saw through that he would not be the phoenix obediently, and he wanted to use Qian Yao's hand to destroy himself.

Zhang Xiaohan's heart was surprisingly calm at this moment. With a thought, a small green tripod suddenly flew out of his forehead, looking as if it was slowly falling in the air. But in fact, what he saw was the afterimage behind the tripod. Just as Qian Yao's pen tip fell on the formation node, the Qiankun tripod came up.

The tip of the pen hit the body of the Qiankun Ding. The weak tip of the pen touched the body of the Qiankun Ding. Vibration and buzzing came from the air. Qian Yao took a muffled groan and took several steps back, and the tip of the pen in his hand was broken.
Chapter completed!