The attacks of the seventy-two monks continued. They did not give Zhang Zichen any time to rest, nor did they give Zhang Zichen any time to regulate their breathing.

Under their attack, Zhang Zichen was hit by a long stick several times.

If Zhang Zichen hadn't had a peach tree spirit in his body, it could provide his body with a powerful healing speed, I'm afraid that Zhang Zichen's left arm and two thighs would have been broken at this time.

"what to do?"

Zhang Zichen was a little confused. Should he use the "Ancient Chaos Art" at this time?

If this ancient secret technique is suddenly used at this time, Zhang Zichen is absolutely sure that he can break the formation in an instant and kill 72 people including the Jifu Monk.

However, this "Ancient Chaos Art" is Zhang Zichen's killer move. Now, there is a powerful saint king watching.

Zhang Zichen is planning to leave this "Ancient Chaos Art" to fight Wuxin, and at this moment, it must not be wasted.

"Forget it! Bear with it!"

After thinking for a while, Zhang Zichen was still ready to hide the "Ancient Chaos Art".

"But, how should I break these seventy-two people?"

Zhang Zichen was anxious. At first, he thought that with his powerful strength, he could take the initiative to attack and break the formation of these 72 people.

But now it seems that he was careless and underestimating the enemy. Jie Nu and others cooperated too well.

Zhang Zichen can say this: if there were another seventy-two other cultivators in the late stage of the True Lord who had not undergone strict training and cultivation, Zhang Zichen could have killed it with one sword.

Not to mention seventy-two people, even if there are more, hundreds or thousands, Zhang Zichen is absolutely sure that he can kill them invisibly.

However, once these people form a formation, their power will increase by hundreds of times, which is really surprising.

"Formation! The word Formation is really not to be underestimated!"

While resisting the attack, Zhang Zichen flashed his body, thinking about how to break the formation.

Time flies, and it is a day and night comes.

Zhang Zichen began to be anxious. He fought with these monks early in the morning, but after a day, he could not do anything to these monks.

Until the morning of the next day, Zhang Zichen had not broken the seventy-two houses of demon subduing and demon subduing formation.

"I'm really a failure! Even a small formation cannot be broken!"

Zhang Zichen sighed. The seventy-two monk formations were really strong. For twenty-four hours and twelve hours, they kept attacking and defending continuously.

Not to mention them themselves, even the people who see them will feel tired, but they themselves don’t seem to feel tired at all.

Zhang Zichen was quite surprised by this.

But Zhang Zichen didn't know that at this moment, Jie Nu and others were even more surprised and puzzled.

In the hearts of the seventy-two monks, they believed that Zhang Zichen was just a cultivator in the late stage of the True Lord, and their formation was as powerful as that of the early stage of the Holy Lord.

Ordinary people have been killed in their formation.

But Zhang Zichen is an exception. With such a weak cultivation level, he has been traveling through the formation of the Seventy-Second Room for so long, but he has not yet revealed his defeat. This is really puzzling.

Gradually, the seventy-two monks began to feel anxious.

Occasionally, once or twice, someone finally makes a mistake.

The seventy-two rooms are tired and tired, because they are confused.

If there are flaws, there is a way out. Zhang Zichen's face showed a smile.

Yesterday, Zhang Zichen wanted to defeat these 72 monks with his fastest and strongest attack, but now it seems that trying to delay time is the best way to break their formation.

Not only the seventy-two rooms, but even the monk Wuxin who was staying in the distance was extremely surprised.

"This Zhang Zichen is really as strong as the legendary one. He is really worthy of being the first genius in the heavenly continent. With the power of the seventy-two rooms, although he cannot kill Wuxin, he is more than enough to kill the monks who enter and exit the Holy Lord."

"But what about Zhang Zichen? He is just a cultivator in the realm of the True Lord!"

Wuxin muttered to himself, with deep eyes. He stood on the huge rocks in the mountains and stared at the battlefield in the distance.

In the distance, there were constant roars and waves of power, causing huge storms.

The unintentional black clothes swung under the strong wind, and his body was extremely firm.

In the past day, Wu Xin has reminded the Seventy-two Room repeatedly, asking them to kill Zhang Zichen as fast as possible, but the Seventy-two Room is still consuming power face to face with Zhang Zichen.

If this continues, the power of the Seventy-Two Room will gradually weaken, and there are hundreds of powerful forces in Zhang Zichen's body. At that time, the only one who is waiting for the Seventy-Two Room will be defeated!

In fact, Wuxin also knew very well in his heart that it was not that the Seventy-two Room did not want to kill Zhang Zichen as soon as possible, but they just couldn't kill him.

The 72nd Room is powerful, and Zhang Zichen's power is also very powerful. The 72nd Room is both offensive and defensive, and Zhang Zichen is also both offensive and defensive. The 72nd Room is trying every means to attack, and Zhang Zichen is also trying every means to resist.

In this way, the two sides were in a stalemate and no one could do anything to each other.

"It's the last time!"

"If Room 72 doesn't work, then I'll take action myself!"

Wuxin said gritting his teeth.

Then, he took a deep breath again and shouted to the battlefield in the distance: "My brothers, if you still cannot take Zhang Zichen within half an hour, it means you are defeated! You have to think clearly."

This huge sound filled the entire space.

Zhang Zichen and the Seventh Room on the battlefield all heard Wuxin's shouts.

At this moment, Zhang Zichen smiled, but the seventy-two monks had extremely serious faces. No one laughed, and no one felt relaxed.

Half an hour!

If they can't take Zhang Zichen in half an hour, it's obvious that Senior Brother Wuxin is ready to take action himself.

This is a huge shame!

At this moment, the seventy-two monks were angry.

"Dear brothers, half an hour, Brother Wuxin only gives us half an hour!"

"Hmph! In this half hour, we will kill Zhang Zichen!"

"Yes! You must kill him! Everyone uses their strongest power!"

The seventy-two monks were furious. Today they faced their enemy Zhang Zichen, which was really the greatest shame in their lives!

Under the roar of everyone, golden light shone out from the eyebrows of the seventy-two monks.

The eyebrows of these people were shiny, and monsters, weapons, mountains or rivers emerged from the eyebrows of seventy-two monks.
Chapter completed!