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Chapter 523 Imperial Mausoleum Killing Formation

 The figure in the darkness seemed unfamiliar with the palace and often walked around, as if calculating something.

Liang Yan patiently walked with him for a while, burning incense, when he suddenly saw a bulging hillside with green vegetation in front of him, which was a palace garden.

"Could this be the imperial mausoleum?"

Liang Yan stopped and secretly guessed that the man in front also stopped and silently looked around.

The two of them were walking in tandem, each with their own thoughts, but under the night, they were both surprisingly peaceful.

After a long time, the man in front suddenly raised his foot and took a step forward.

When he took this step, it was like a spark falling into boiling oil, and a golden glow suddenly exploded in the originally dark garden.

Liang Yan looked from a distance and saw that the golden glow stretched for hundreds of feet and was so majestic that it almost covered the entire imperial mausoleum. In the mid-air, there were also dragon bodies and claws looming, but every time they were just a glimpse, they disappeared in the dark night.

fleeting.

The figure in the darkness groaned, and his originally upright body seemed to stoop forward a bit, but he did not stop, and then took another step forward with his other foot.

The golden light danced crazily in mid-air, seeming to be very angry at the disrespect of the person below. There was only a muffled sound, and countless golden lights sprinkled down, and finally they all converged on the person's head.

At this time, Liang Yan could see his appearance clearly with the help of golden light. He saw that he was a middle-aged man wearing a white robe, with a face like a crown of jade, a crown and belt, beautiful beard and phoenix eyes, and a dignified appearance.

At this moment, he put his hands behind his back, facing the golden light in the sky. He was not afraid of the dragon's power that flickered in and out, and his whole body was full of breath. A blue glow suddenly rushed out from the back of his head and went straight to the golden light in the air.

Roll away.

Two rays of light were entangled in mid-air. Although the green light was thin, it was like a shield, blocking all the countless golden lights high in the sky.

The golden light trembled endlessly, but there was nothing that could be done about this layer of green light. After a few breaths of stalemate, a golden dragon claw suddenly appeared from mid-air and suddenly grabbed the person below.

The man in white robe snorted coldly, his hands and sleeves flew up, and he saw a Qingluan flying up into the air, intersecting with the golden dragon claw.

Although the dragon's claws were majestic, Qingluan's body was also surrounded by green flames. The two were equally powerful, and they started an evenly matched competition in mid-air.

Both sides tried their best and fought fiercely in mid-air for a long time. Suddenly, they heard Qingluan roar and flap his wings, creating circles of blue ripples, trapping the golden dragon claws in place.

Immediately afterwards, Qingluan's figure turned and turned into a stream of green light, hitting the dragon claw.

There was no sound at all under this collision, but in the dark night, a green and gold halo exploded.

The figure in white robe snorted coldly, and suddenly flew into the air. He was in mid-air, surrounded by whirlpools of stirring spiritual energy, but he did not show any timidity.

Liang Yan looked from a distance and saw this man dashing left and right in the glow of the sky. Finally, he stepped lightly on the golden dragon claw with one foot.

As soon as he stepped on it, the air around him was affected, and suddenly there was a low whine, as if something was obeying and no longer resisting.

"Hahaha! The Ten Directions Prisoning Dragon Formation is just mediocre!"

The middle-aged man in white robe is full of ambition, standing on the dragon's claws and facing the wind, his robe is hunting, his big sleeves are flying, he is indescribably free and easy.

At this moment, a bloody light suddenly shot into the sky, and then a big bloody hand suddenly came out from the depths of the imperial mausoleum and struck down on the man in white robe who was standing on the dragon's claws with his hands behind his back.

This change was so sudden that even Liang Yan, not to mention the man in white robe, had not expected it. In just a moment's notice, the big blood-colored hand was already hanging above the head of the man in white robe, and then he suddenly swung downwards.

One fan.

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and the man in white robe was caught off guard and was hit by a sneak attack by a big bloody hand. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew towards the depths of the imperial mausoleum involuntarily.

At the same time, the brilliance in the entire imperial mausoleum reappeared, but it was not the golden light before, but a burst of blood-red light.

This light was very coquettish and strange, and countless bloody evil energy rushed into the night. Even though Liang Yan was hiding in a very far away place, he felt that his own energy and blood seemed to be attracted by it, and he felt an inexplicable feeling of anxiety in his soul.

"It's the 'All Spirits Transforming Blood Formation'!" Liang Yan thought to himself: "This is the hidden formation within the formation. Someone has arranged another layer of the 'All Spirits Transforming Blood Formation' in the 'Ten Directions Prisoning Dragon Formation'!"

The man in white robes in mid-air had obviously figured this out, and while using his luck to dissolve the evil spirit in his body, he shouted loudly: "How dare you, Fang Xiaoxiao, to frame me!"

In the darkness, a voice shouted coldly: "Humph, you don't know the heights of the world, but you dare to break into the imperial mausoleum alone with just your cultivation in the early stage of Juyuan Realm!"

As soon as the voice fell, a burst of demonic energy rushed into the night. It was completely different from the spiritual power used by the big bloody hand just now. It was an extremely pure demonic power.

This demonic energy went straight towards the man in white robe. The man in white robe's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly made a gesture. A blue luan flew out from behind his head, screamed in the air, and opened his mouth to spit out green flames that filled the sky.

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The green flames of demonic energy billowed and surged, but the two only entangled for a moment before the green flames were completely broken. The power of the black demonic energy did not diminish and continued to attack the man in white robes.

The man in white robe did not expect that his own Qingluan flame would not be able to withstand even a single encounter. He watched helplessly as the black demonic energy came through the air and entered his body in an instant.

"No, it's impossible! I have Qingluan's body protection, I have Qingluan's body protection! How could it be defeated so easily?"

The man in white robe had disheveled hair and vomited blood. He looked like a dancing madman, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

He went from being so proud just now to being seriously injured by the big bloody hand and the black demonic energy. It only took him a few breaths. At this time, he heard another person in the imperial mausoleum say coldly:

"Demon Lord Fei Luan? Humph, what a great name! He's just a monk who has just entered the early stage of Ju Yuan Realm."

This man seemed to be extremely disdainful, and then continued: "You encouraged the fifth prince to rebel, thinking that you can take advantage of the chaos to seize the 'Secret of King Cheng'? What a good idea! We have already jointly set up a large formation here, just a mosquito Fly in and we'll know immediately!"

"Why talk to him so much? Just let him become the nourishment of this 'All Souls Transforming Blood Formation'."

The man before snorted coldly, and another black demonic energy burst through the air and poured directly into the body of the man in white robe.

The white-robed man's clothes were suddenly torn to pieces, and he was bleeding from all his orifices. Before he could use any means, he was torn apart in the red blood light of this formation and turned into countless pieces of flesh!


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