The vast and scattered white, heavy rain, the game between mountains and hands.
The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, this is a sword formation.
Sixteen swords constituted an extremely ferocious sword formation that cut down all living beings. The emperor had been standing in the imperial realm for thousands of years, and no one had yet come out alive. The light of light that tore apart the heaven and earth was in full bloom. He lost consciousness and immediately questioned the sword formation that was sitting cross-legged.
The tall man in the center.
"What did you do?"
Now that things have happened, he feels even more weird.
It seems that there is a crack in the originally flawless arrangement, and along that crack, everything they have carefully prepared will collapse. A king will be born in this ancient mountain range.
He sat cross-legged in the center of the sword formation, capable of cutting down mountains and the sword energy left no trace on his body. He sat cross-legged like this peacefully, as if he was the master of the sword formation. But in fact, the master of the sword formation was driving hard outside the sword formation.
, crazy injection of spiritual energy to maintain it. The sword array is powerful, but the consumption is also the largest among all weapons.
The Imperial Domain could not be used, and the constructed temple was dripped by heavy rain, and then shattered with the raindrops, and then this creature named Mole. He was not an emperor, but he possessed a certain domain.
Sealed the world around the sacred mountain.
The spirit and will trapped in the heavy rain are one realm, and the ripples of nothingness floating around the mole are the same realm.
On the contrary, the imperial realm is fragile.
"I didn't do anything, just ordinary hunting." Zhu said, his eyes fell on the emperor, and for the first time, the emperor had the idea of "escape" in his heart.
How is this possible? He is trapped in his own sword formation! The emperor comforted himself. He has practiced for thousands of years with his sword formation. He has few opponents in the Ji Palace Realm. He is just a creature in the Yang God Realm, not to mention his sword formation.
Completely exposed, thousands of sword energies are about to tear the sky apart.
Why could this creature make him run away with just one look?
Sitting cross-legged in the center of the sword array, Zhu stood up and spread his arms. He spoke, or in other words, he was giving orders, giving orders to this space! The whistling sword energy calmed down as he pressed his hand, and the sword array had no trace.
Waves.
At the same time, the emperor felt that the connection with the sword array was cut off from him. There were cracks in his originally unchanging expression. He was more horrified than on the surface. Impossible, how could this be possible? This sword array is his natural weapon.
How could it be possible to block contact while he was still alive? What kind of method did this creature follow?
The emperor's body erupted with light, and murderous intent overflowed.
No matter what, his weapon must be in his own hands.
There is a big difference between humans and demons. In the old days of Kyushu, a crucial step in the human race's practice was to refine weapons. Weapons are extremely important things that accompany the path of practice. Practice, fight, and experience all kinds of things on the path of practice.
A good piece of equipment is enough to help a monk make many detours.
Not to mention the natal weapon that can progress along with the monk himself.
As long as there are enough materials, the upper limit of the natal weapon is immeasurable.
His sword formation is more precious than all his resources and treasures, and there is absolutely no room for loss!
"The mysteries of this sword formation are terrifying, but you have only used one-tenth or two of them." Zhu spread his hands, and the sixteen flying swords stabilized. The uneasiness deep in the emperor's heart was detonated by Zhu's actions.
, the sword array that kills violently and will drink blood when unsheathed is actually as docile as a white rabbit in front of this creature.
"Do you know the name of this sword array?"
"Desolate Water Sword Formation." The voice carried irresistible will, and the emperor replied subconsciously. The emperor's face changed after he said the name of the sword formation. He actually obeyed the words of a Yang God realm creature? For an emperor
It was so embarrassing. He immediately shouted loudly in an attempt to cover up his shortcomings, "I personally refined this set of sword formations. You are just a beast with no inheritance. What do you know!"
"I just cast some evil spells to cut off the connection between the sword array and the emperor. Do you think you can sit back and relax?" The emperor smiled coldly. He sacrificed the remaining artifacts and killed the tall man in the center of the sword array.
As he said, this is his own destiny weapon that he refined himself. No one in the world can teach a creature without inheritance no matter how terrifying it is. How can he understand his own destiny weapon better than he does?
Wait until he gets close enough to tear up the creature's plan and retrieve the sword formation. Wait for a while and wait until the jade hand of creation laid down by the Master surrenders to him. Then all the creatures in this mountain range will surrender or die!
The cricket was neither angry nor annoyed, his eyes were filled with pity as he looked at the emperor who was killing him.
"The name of this sword formation is Lixia Sword Formation. It is true that you refined the sword yourself, but you did not create the sword formation yourself. You carefully engraved the Lixia seal script on the sword body, but you can't understand the true meaning of this sword formation.
Is it useful?"
Plowing the Xia Sword Formation, eating and drinking the morning glow and white dew, nourishing the Qi of the whole day, tearing the sky apart when the sword is drawn is as simple and easy as an old farmer plowing the field.
The emperor obviously didn't understand this path. Instead, he thought it was killing with a sword and thirsting for blood. On the path of cultivation, one step was wrong and the other was wrong. He took a side road, and he would not find any problems when he looked back.
It's so stupid.
"Don't know how to use it? I'll teach you." He smiled. He sat cross-legged and had already memorized the seal characters of the sword array in his heart. The sword array roared and he was jumping for joy. After a thousand years, a living being finally recognized his body.
The changes in the sword array were completely different from what the emperor was familiar with.
Zhu looked in the direction of Li Xi'an, raised his hand, and the sword array pulled a ray of sunlight from that direction, making it look like morning glow.
Dreamy colors of red and purple fell from the sword array, and the sharp edges shattered the new weapons that were being killed.
The emperor finally wanted to escape, but it was too late.
In the heavy rain, orange-red and dark purple colors bloomed like a demonic flower, and sixteen flying swords formed a complete sword formation.
Name Lixia!
The broad bronze palm grasped the emperor's head.
All I have left is my head. I can't hold on to anything else.
He used his other arm to draw an arc and closed the sword array. The gushing glow disappeared in the rain curtain, and the sixteen flying swords were put away by him with a piece of carapace.
The red dragon should like this set of sword formations. If he doesn't want to accept the witchcraft of Shiwandashan, he must show other sincerity.
This is not the opponent's land. No matter what the motive behind Chi Jiao's action was, he helped the cricket and hundreds of thousands of creatures in the mountains. He needed to give some thanks. He couldn't see the origin of this sword formation. It was by no means an ordinary person.
The emperor evolves on his own. There is a sword in the red dragon's weapon, and he will be more able to control the sword formation than he is.
The emperor's head was also put away.
Maybe the red dragon can use this head to deduce some meaningful clues.
After everything was done, I closed my eyes and felt the heavy rain.
The spirit contained in the rain is still violent, and the one who caused the rain is still fighting.
But the red dragon could kill his opponent faster than him, and he could no longer feel any life under that twilight light. The emperor the red dragon was targeting was dead, so who was he fighting at this time?
Opening his eyes, the three pupils appeared in a triangular shape, sharp and boundless.
The mole looked to the north.
Impurity appears again.
The abominable and abominable spirit was covered up by the heavy rain and did not spread like a virus like it once did.
The heavy rain buried everything, preventing the mole from noticing it immediately.
The stars on the sacred mountain are still blazing, and the jade hands maintain the weak balance at this time.
There is still time, let’s deal with the filth first. Remember the difference between the sacred mountain and the previous one. According to the current trend, suppressing the three jade hands can last until dawn.