Ke Zheng was concentrating and breathing, guiding the foreign spiritual energy into the meridians, turning it into the bright beam through the spiritual technique, and controlling the large array for defense and attack.

Outside the secret room, above the Tiankui Xingchu, the barrier of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Array was like a giant porcelain bowl pressed upside down in the void above the Diqi Gate. A seemingly tiny but extremely destructive figure jumped into the clouds and mist, as he tried his best to attack the barrier of the formation, which was stronger than the other.

On each star hill, thousands of eyes looked up at the extremely terrifying figure in the void, and their eyes showed fear and panic. They were sucking cold air in their mouths, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

I don’t know who spread the news that the enemy is the eighth-level cultivation level in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. This news was like a huge rock pressing against the hearts of every Diqi disciple. It was a little difficult to breathe and couldn’t breathe.

"Why didn't the leader hand over the Dameng Ancient Mirror in exchange for peace?"

"The Dameng Ancient Mirror is in the space formation world, so why should I bring it out and provoke a powerful enemy?"

"Can the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Formation resist the enemy from the sect?"

"If he never leaves, what should he do if Diqimen's future path?"

Many disciples above the Glodge Stage are asking themselves, playing drums, but they are helpless. Even if the powerful enemy who destroys the world has arrived, they will be destroyed before they can scream. All they can do is pray that the leader can control the sect protection formation to compete. This is the only hope.

What makes people feel scared is that hope is very slim, and the formation barrier is split under the endless attack of powerful enemies like a fierce and evil enemy.

"If the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Formation only has such power, without three attacks, the end of Diqi Sect will surely come."

The rampant voice shocked Diqimen, and the recoil force of the barrier shot out various star hills, bombarding many huge deep pits.

"Hmph."

After a loud cold shout, the formation barrier suddenly changed, and layers of spiritual waves washed by, like waves of storm, and the entire sky above Diqimen turned into a sea.

"Back against the dead."

The cultivator of the eighth-grade Nascent Soul sneered, flashing his body and retreating a hundred meters. For an old monster like him who has lived for thousands of years, he could see clearly the situation in front of him at a glance. Diqi Sect is just a cultivator of the first-grade Nascent Soul rank, and the person who controls the formation must be the main one.

The Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Formation is indeed extremely powerful, and it is actually the largest formation of the Xuanwu Dynasty. Unfortunately, Ke Zheng’s attainment in the formation has not reached the level of transformation. The Green Ring Formation Spirit Master can sweep half of the power of the formation, and it only needs to form uninterrupted consumption like a dripping water through the stone. The person who operates the formation will definitely consume no matter how powerful the eighth-grade cultivator like him, the power of the formation will be greatly reduced and can be broken with one blow.

Therefore, the formation barrier suddenly became storm like a flood and a beast, as cunning as he chose to avoid the edge of the moment and slowly planned it.

The huge wave of spiritual energy subsided, and the barrier of eight-level cleavage was repaired. Seeing this, the eight-level cultivator of the Nascent Soul was very dark and bleak, and was in a very unhappy mood. He actually needed to do his best to deal with a second-level sect with only the first-level primitive cultivator of the Nascent Soul. If it was reported, he would be laughed at by those old immortals.

The great monk of the eighth grade of Nascent Soul immediately looked awe-inspiring, his breath flowed through the meridians like turbulent flow, and the majestic pressure was released, covering dozens of miles of radius. The qi firmly locked the barrier of the formation. He kicked his feet gently, and suddenly pulled up his body, rushed straight to the sky, then turned around, pressed down his head, and his palms.

"Flip the palm prints and break them."

The surging spiritual energy palm prints bombarded the sky, and the palm prints passed by, the void collapsed, and the spiritual energy shot and shook open. The power was so strong that it was no less weak than the sword that Killed Dan Tai Guang.

“Moo…”

After such a powerful attack, the barrier of the formation was calm, but suddenly a roar came from the roar. A black bull with a huge horn as high as one meter came out of the formation and attacked the palm prints of the altar without fear. Two huge forces instantly collided with one piece.

“Hum…”

The powerful shock wave collapsed into the void, and several terrifying void wormholes appeared. The black mangul was shocked by the palm print of the turn of the altar, but it condensed but did not disperse, as if the real mangul flew backwards backwards to the formation barrier.

Although the Palm Print of the Flip Hall is extremely powerful, the momentum of the ** is also

It was frozen, and after reorganizing, the black mana bull recovered after being bathed in the formation barrier by five thunder, rolled up and fought back with a fearless back.

"Tiangang fights with the cow."

The great monk of the eighth-level Nascent Soul exclaimed, a little unbelievable, Ke Zheng was able to control the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Formation to produce the Tiangang Battle Niu.

In the Battle of the World more than 3,000 years ago, the Ninth-grade Spirit Lord's strange formation was to control thirty-six Tiangang fights against the cow and kill the White Tiger God King alive. It is said to be the myth of Chunsheng Da 6, and it is praised as a shocking battle that has never happened before and after.

“Hum…”

The black war cow and the palm prints of the flipped altar were about to part with one touch. The black war cow still flew backwards and returned to the barrier. However, the eighth-grade Nascent Soul cultivator was obviously well prepared this time, and his momentum was not blocked. He was unforgivable to get the power. He aimed at the war cow that had not recovered and shot an unparalleled palm print.

The black war cow struggled to stand up, and supported the horns to resist. In the end, the gap was obvious. The black war cow flashed dozens of times under the powerful palm print of the eleventh. The ice disappeared and collapsed.

The three blows worked, and the eighth-grade Nascent Soul cultivator rushed straight to the sky again, intending to break the formation by force, but he did not want to create a branch outside. However, a black war cow with lightning flashing light appeared and rushed forward. When he approached, the black war cow took shape, which was no different from the one just now, and could resist the three strikes of the eighth-grade Nascent Soul cultivator.

Even though the great monk of the eighth-grade Nascent Soul considered himself too high, he couldn't help but take a breath when he saw this black war cow. He thought he had pinched a soft ball, but he wanted to kick it on the hard board and complained.

“Moo…”

Opposite to the north corner, the third black war cow wrapped in lightning appeared quietly, making a roar of cracking stones through the clouds.

After the first roar of the cow, the second roar rang out of nowhere, but it came to the western corner of the barrier, where a black war cow appeared out of thin air.

Correspondingly, the black war cow appeared in the east corner of the barrier, did not roar, but his dark eyes stared at him, the eighth-grade cultivator of the Nascent Soul.

The old monster licked his lips, frowned, and felt helpless. This black war cow had the power of the third-grade Nascent Soul. He could not kill him without three attempts. Even if he was a great cultivator of the eighth-grade Nascent Soul, he could not withstand such endless consumption.

What's hateful is that without saying anything, the four black war cows stepped directly into the void and rushed towards him. The four spiritual storms brought about released a bursting spiritual storm. What's even more terrifying is that the lightning attached to the black war cow is filled with endless destructive power, tearing the nearby void.

With such power, the old monsters of the eighth-grade cultivator of the Nascent Soul were also scared at this moment. These black war cows that seemed to have only the third-grade Nascent Soul combat power were even more difficult than expected, and they couldn't help but believe the myth as true.

He did not dare to hesitate, and he flipped the altar and attacked four palms in a row. Four palm prints that were slashing the sky and the earth were smashed down in the air. The palm print was fierce and hard without casting and fiercely slashing the bull's head.

The black war cow rushed forward, the horns of the cow were woven in thunder, and the arcs were hissing, and he did not dodge or avoid the palm prints.

"Bang...bang...bang...bang...bang..."
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