High-level spiritual veins, including a ninth-level spiritual vein, dropped a bombshell in the crowd, blowing everyone out.
It's on a high mountain millions of miles away from the mythical city.
An old man in black is sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain.
As soon as the high-level spiritual veins appeared, the old man in black slowly opened his eyes, staring at the ninth-level spiritual veins, with a flash of joy, "Unexpectedly, really unexpected, a mythical city uses high-level spiritual veins as the formation's eyes.
, if I can grab this ninth-level spiritual vein, living for hundreds of thousands of years will no longer be a problem!"
The old man in black ripped open the void and disappeared on the top of the mountain.
The mythical city is thousands of miles away.
Three identical old men also set their sights on high-level spiritual veins.
"Brother, we are in the right place."
"Unexpectedly, the rumors outside are true. This mythical building does have high-level spiritual veins, and it is also a ninth-level spiritual vein. It is not in vain for us to break through this time!"
"The high-level spiritual veins have appeared, let's set off and save ourselves a long night and many dreams!"
These three brothers also tore apart the void.
This scene keeps happening.
The rippling aura of high-level spiritual veins, which reaches their level, can be easily felt. It is equivalent to a sun in the dark night. It is as eye-catching as you want, and it is difficult not to be noticed by others.
"Boom~~"
Outside the mythical city!
A group of true disciples, the Holy Son, joined forces to attack the eighteen pillars.
No matter how they attack, the formation is as stable as a mountain, and the eighteen high-level spiritual veins can swim freely without being affected by them.
Each of their attacks can kill mid-level Loose Immortals and injure high-level Loose Immortals. Facing the eighteen pillars, they are helpless.
"This must be a ninth-level formation!"
The Holy Son of Blood Sea was proficient in formations. After a series of bombardments, he couldn't help but frown.
"Nine-level formation, how is it possible!"
"Nine-level formations, first-level sects, or superpowers can only have formations. How can a mythical city have such formations!"
As soon as the Blood Sea Saint Son's words came out, many people began to refute them.
"I agree with the Holy Son of Blood Sea. If this is not a ninth-level formation, with our attacks, even if it is a seventh-level formation, we can break through it in an instant!" Master Tian Jue's face was solemn.
Each of them is a master in the sect. With so many people attacking together, it is obviously not difficult to create a formation.
But now, it took them a full stick of incense to make a move, and they consumed a lot of real energy, but the formation remained motionless. This is not a good sign.
"Don't forget, everyone, among the formations auctioned by Shinhwa Tower, it's not surprising that there is a ninth-level formation." Long Aotian suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "Moreover, have you seen that these eighteen pillars, if there are no
Wrong guess. Each one represents a high-level spiritual vein, and the eighteen high-level spiritual veins are used as the base of the formation. Unless the gods take action, otherwise"
There was no expression on Long Aotian's face. He was shocked in his heart and cursed, "This damn Lin Fei, how can he have a ninth-level formation? Did he get it from the secret library of Tianji? With this ninth-level formation
This formation is no longer something they can blast away.
They came all the way, and the high-level spiritual veins saw it, but if they were to come back empty-handed, they asked themselves that they couldn't do it.
The high-level spiritual veins must be brought back.
"Let's attack one of the pillars collectively. I don't believe this formation can't be broken!"
In fact, everyone was unwilling to do so.
When someone brought it up, they immediately took action together and attacked one of the pillars. Soon, they were frustrated again because the pillar remained motionless.
What is the most depressing thing in this world is undoubtedly the thing in front of us.
The high-level spiritual veins can be seen clearly, and the distance is only one step away, but this crucial step can never be taken. The saddest thing is this.
The true disciple, the Holy Son, suffered defeats one after another.
People from all walks of life looked at each other in shock.
A mythical building actually has nine levels of formations and uses eighteen high-level spiritual veins to set up the formation. Doesn't this mean that their work has been in vain?
"Can't the ninth-level formation be broken?"
"I'm afraid the gods will take action!"
"It's so overbearing. No wonder Myth City is still so calm until now. It turns out that there is a ninth-level formation, and it is really a luxury to use high-level spiritual veins to set up the formation!"
Many people began to feel emotional.
Shinhwa Tower, which had been waiting to be slaughtered, suddenly showed its powerful side, and it was hard not to be surprised.
"Lin Fei, come out here."
The sword-mad Holy Son tried repeatedly, but the formation could not be opened, and he was almost going crazy. This Lin Fei was more difficult to deal with than imagined, but at the same time, he wanted to capture him back.
High-level spiritual veins are used to set up formations. It's a luxury. It's too luxurious.
As soon as the sword-mad Holy Son stopped, the others also stopped.
"Guys, why don't you continue to take action!"
A projection appeared above the cover, it was Lin Fei with a smile.
To others, Lin Fei's smile was simply provocative.
"Lin Fei, open the formation and surrender!" The Holy Son of Blood Sea's eyes were like lightning, and he stabbed at the projection, and he was very angry in his heart.
This gaze shot through the middle of the projection and could not hurt Lin Fei in the slightest.
"Surrender? You have a funny brain!" Lin Fei laughed, "You are the funniest Holy Son I have ever seen. I really doubt how you became a Holy Son!"
The Holy Son of Blood Sea's face turned black, "You have the ability to hide in there for the rest of your life!"
Seeing that the Holy Son of Blood Sea was defeated, everyone couldn't help but pay attention to Lin Fei.
"You are Lin Fei, you are so courageous." The sword-mad Holy Son's eyes were sharp, "I advise you to open the formation, I can protect you from death, otherwise, you will be a traitor to the Sword God Sect!"
Lin Fei rolled his eyes, "You say I'm a traitor? Are you saying that, or is it the Sword God Sect?"
How could the sword-mad saint be frightened by a sentence, "This is the opinion of the Sword God Sect. You collude with the Demon Sect and harm your compatriots. As long as you surrender voluntarily, I can speak for you in front of the elders and avoid your death!"
The Son of the Sword God is about to become a Heavenly Immortal, and the Son of the Sword Crazy Son is even more confident. Even if the elders of the Sword God Sect know that, in the face of the Heavenly Sword God, do they still have to agree to deal with one of them?
What is the opinion of Sword God Sect?
Lin Fei doesn't believe it, I'm afraid you represent the Sword God Sect.
"Hey, I suddenly remembered that I haven't eaten yet. You continue." Lin Fei's projection disappeared, and eighteen high-level spiritual veins appeared again.
What a big rack!
No one expected that Lin Fei, who was so disrespectful, would still have the heart to eat at this time? Is he really confident?
"Boom~~"
Above the sky, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared.
"High-level spiritual veins all belong to me!"
Excited voices came from the whirlpool, and one hand raised its hand to grab the eighteen high-level spiritual veins. Instead, it chose to ignore the eighteen pillars.
When this giant hand appeared, everyone's expressions changed drastically, especially the Holy Son and the others.
"The old monster who is half a step into a fairy!" (To be continued...)