King Geng stared at Xu Wuzhou gloomily. Behind him, warriors jumped out. At the same time, they pulled out a mirror.
This is a purple mirror, but purple is not its color, but the color reflected by the purple lines.
A group of warriors dragging the mirror suddenly cut a cut on their wrists with a knife. As the cut appeared, blood flowed from the body and was absorbed by the mirror. As more and more blood was absorbed by the mirror, inside the mirror
A figure is reflected.
The moment the figure appeared, a group of warriors burned their own essence and blood, constantly infusing it with power. The figure with closed eyes walked out of it as if it had been awakened.
The moment this figure was walked out, the heaven and earth surged out in vain with a holy power. This holy power was terrifying and gradually formed a holy realm.
That's right, the holy realm that even the sub-saints couldn't form was formed in front of this illusory figure.
"The illusory image of the saint!"
Many people's pupils shrank and they only stared at this group of virtual images. The virtual images were walking towards Xu Wuzhou. The Holy Domain was pressing in, and the space was constantly collapsing.
King Geng stared at Xu Wuzhou and sneered: "You are a frog in the well, you will never know how strong our Saint Clan is."
Before Xu Wuzhou could speak, he saw a man walking into the field. He looked at King Geng sarcastically and said, "No matter how strong your Saint Clan is, it's just the Saint Blood Realm, the ancestral weapon of your Demon Clan. It's a pity that it's not hosted by a Saint."
This is a treasure, otherwise we really have to turn around and leave."
Xu Wuzhou looked at Yu Feng, nodded and said, "Did you bring the formation?"
Yu Feng said: "I am only powerful and it won't last long. Are you sure you have the means to help me control the formation?"
Xu Wuzhou asked: "Can we destroy the illusion of being a saint?"
Yu Feng was very dissatisfied and said: "My ancestor is the ancestor emperor!"
While speaking, many artifacts on Yu Feng's body were shot out directly. He used secret techniques to connect the artifacts into a huge formation. The formation was like a holy land, and everything was taken away.
The phantom of the saint who came out was trapped in it.
Also trapped among them are Juedian and Mighty, who had just attacked Xu Wuzhou.
"You, the demon race, have treasures and means. Don't we, the human race, have treasures and means? This is the formation left by the ancestor of my Yu family. How difficult is it to stop the illusion of your saint?"
As soon as the large formation came out, ripples formed, containing great power, directly strangled the saint's shadow.
Two unimaginable forces clashed in this space, and the void continued to crack and collapse.
This was the impact of two holy realms. Although the two did not have the power of true saints, they were beyond the understanding of all warriors. They looked at the scene of destruction in the field, and everyone's heart palpitated.
The great formation dragged down the saint's shadow, causing a group of warriors to burn their essence and blood crazily and disappear into the mirror. These people were all specially trained, otherwise they would not be able to drive the holy blood realm.
Driven by their madness, the virtual image of the saint solidified again, and the footsteps that were originally blocked moved forward again. With every step they took, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.
At this time, Yu Feng's forehead was dripping with sweat, and the strength in his body was being consumed crazily, but this consumption was not enough to sustain the formation alone.
"What means do you have, use it. Even if I am powerful, I won't be able to sustain this kind of consumption for long."
Xu Wuzhou didn't speak, but put his hand on Yu Feng's back. Yu Feng felt a powerful force pouring into his body, directly becoming one with his strength.
Yu Feng wondered, Xu Wuzhou and he had different cultivation practices, why did this power come from the same origin?
However, he didn't think much about it. As this power poured in, he just felt that his body was full of power and burst out with all his strength. In an instant, the great formation burst into light, suppressing the virtual image of the saint.
Seeing this, King Geng looked coldly and shouted at the warrior who had just attacked Xu Wuzhou: "Kill him!"
In his opinion, Xu Wuzhou and Yu Feng were in charge of the formation. At this time, Xu Wuzhou and Yu Feng were killed.
The Eagle King and other warriors also seized the opportunity at this time and attacked Xu Wuzhou.
When Yu Feng saw this scene, he looked at the warriors who were attacking them with a sneer. He couldn't help complaining: "Madeh, I am a descendant of the ancestral queen? Do you understand?"
Everyone didn't understand what he meant. At this time, they heard Yu Feng say again: "My Yu family is rich. If I have money, I can kill you!"
As he spoke, Yu Feng threw out a bracelet in his hand. Holy light erupted from this hand, which was obviously a sacred weapon.
And when this sacred weapon was thrown out, it landed directly in front of the warrior, and then exploded with a bang.
Yu Feng actually used the holy weapon as a bomb and smashed it to fight these warriors.
These warriors never thought of this. Even if Jue Dian faced such an impact, he only felt a sweetness in his throat and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth.
As for the other warriors, those who were close were directly blown to pieces, and the residual power of the explosion of the holy weapon caused them to turn into rain of blood and scatter.
"I don't cause trouble for you, but you still cause trouble for me. You really don't want to live or die!"
While Yu Feng was speaking, the pen flicked again, and another bracelet flew out. This bracelet was also a sacred weapon, and the sacred weapon was detonated again, exploding directly towards the demon warrior.
The top warriors wanted to escape, but the place was shrouded by the virtual image of the saint and the large formation. They could not escape at all and could only avoid the center of the explosion of the holy weapon. But even so, they were still hit and their bodies were injured.
And obviously, this is just the beginning.
The holy weapons on Yu Feng were thrown out one after another by him, detonating them without thinking at all.
Countless people who saw this scene were dumbfounded. This is a sacred artifact, how precious it is. Many great religions don’t even have one.
But in Yu Feng's hands, it was no different from a firecracker. Even the human race couldn't help but want to scold the prodigal at this moment.