Two hundred and thirtieth eight chapters true monarch finger
On the bloody sky, blood clouds spread.
There are countless densely packed figures on the blood cloud. The ones with the lowest cultivation level are also at the level of foundation building. The rays of light on each body converge, converging on a real person from the Shura tribe who is at the Golden Core Realm, and then converging on the center of the sky.
This is a huge battle formation that connects all the Shura monks together.
Golden elixir realm monks possess nearly endless amounts of true energy, which are inexhaustible and inexhaustible. However, there is an upper limit to the total amount that can be mobilized and manipulated, and mobilizing it in the form of a battle formation represents those in the foundation-building realm.
The monks can also mobilize a small part of the power of the golden elixir and the power of heaven and earth.
Even though the amount that each Foundation Establishment cultivator can control is far less than that of a real Jindan master, if dozens, hundreds or even thousands of people control it together, the power that can be mobilized is very huge, and even exceeds that in battle formations.
Jin Dan Zhenren.
The power of the true essence controlled by the foundation-building monks and gathered together in one place, was mobilized by the battle formation and gathered towards the top of the sky and the earth, gradually condensing into a huge, blood-colored spear that stretched thousands of feet.
"attack!"
"attack!"
"attack!"
A real person from the Shura clan sitting in the center of the battle formation suddenly shouted loudly, and his voice echoed around the world.
One hundred thousand Shura monks were also filled with fighting spirit, shouting and roaring.
boom!
The bloody spear that traversed the sky and the earth tilted suddenly at this moment, the spearhead was aimed at the Mingyu Holy Land below, and crashed down, as if the earth was turning upside down.
In Mingyu Holy Land, Zhang Zhengyi stood at the highest point of the mountain gate. There were patches of light all over his body, connected to the entire sect's Taoist formation covering a hundred miles. There was a bright purple light in his eyes, and there were faint thunder arcs surrounding his hair.
"Royal!"
Seeing the bloody spear falling from the sky, he held a piece of brilliant light in his hand, and a sound of Taoism shook the airspace for thousands of miles.
At some point, hundreds of miles of Taoist array filled the sky with brilliant lights, gathering crazily, and instantly condensed into a huge golden shield that stretched across the mountain gate and heaven and earth, blocking it under the bloody spear.
Boom!!
The blood-colored spear collided with the golden shield, as if the sky and the earth had collapsed. Pieces of traces collapsed, and even the power of heaven and earth could not withstand it.
As the pieces collapsed, the void was almost shaken out of cracks.
The Baili Mountains shook violently, but in the end the golden shield still resisted the bloody spear until it completely disintegrated.
"war!"
The real person in the Shura clan's main formation had an expressionless face, and raised his scaly right hand upward.
"war!"
"war!"
One hundred thousand Shura monks roared, and the sound shook the heaven and earth. Pieces of blood-colored light converged upward again, and gradually condensed into a ten-thousand-foot-long blood spear.
"kill!"
The main leader of the Shura tribe waved his hand.
The blood spear fell again, causing the clouds to burst, and a huge hole appeared, as if it had pierced the sky.
"Shou!"
Zhang Zhengyi once again controlled the mountain-protecting Taoist formation, and pieces of brilliant light converged to block the blood spear again.
This time, it seems that all the mountain peaks and veins in the Mingyu Holy Land have been presided over by the elder peak master. The power of heaven and earth gathered from all directions is so huge that it is like a millstone, directly wiping out the blood spear.
However, there was no joy on Zhang Zheng's face when he withstood a blow from the Shura clan's battle formation so easily.
The Shura Clan is a battle formation of monks. It uses many Shura Clan Jindan real people as the base of the formation and condenses the endless power of the Jindan. However, the Mountain Guard Formation of Mingyu Holy Land draws on the power of the earth's mountains and rivers.
Although the power of the earth's mountains and rivers is almost inexhaustible, the part that can be mobilized by the mountain-protecting Taoist Formation is, at most, within a few thousand miles of this land. If we want to maintain a stalemate with the opponent's battle formation, we must ultimately rely on the power of the earth's mountains and rivers.
The power is wiped out and exhausted to the end.
What should be done at this moment is to use the larger power of the earth's mountains and rivers to counterattack, break through the Shura clan's battle formation in one fell swoop, and continuously destroy the opponent's formation.
But Zhang Zhengyi did not dare to do this.
Because there is still a true king in the Shura tribe!
Although he has never appeared so far, Zhang Zhengyi has no doubt that as long as he dares to change the Tao formation from defensive to offensive and take action to break the Shura tribe's battle formation, then the opponent's True Lord will immediately take action and shatter the mountain gate Tao with one blow.
Formation!
There is a True Lord on the other side, but the ancestor of Mingyu Holy Land, True Lord Mingyu, is still in seclusion at this time. Without any news, all he can do is to defend.
"attack!"
"Royal!"
The bloody spear fell down again and again, and was continuously crushed by the formation millstone of the Mingyu Holy Land Dao Formation.
And at the same time.
In the distance of the Shura tribe's battle formation, in the void that no one could see, there was a blood-colored high platform floating here.
There are three seats on the high platform, one golden and two silver.
There are human figures on the three chairs, and each has a mysterious aura intertwined with the ups and downs. It is the existence of the three true kings of the Shura tribe.
"Mobilizing the power of the earth's mountains and rivers, but not daring to counterattack, this human monk must be bloodless."
Zhenjun Luqie, who was sitting on the silver chair, looked at Mingyu Holy Land from a distance, with a hint of indifference in his tone.
Zhenjun Mourning Nai, who was sitting on the other silver chair opposite, smiled lightly and said: "Their ancestors are seriously injured and have not recovered. Even if they have the power to counterattack, how can they dare to counterattack."
"How long will the fight last? It's too slow."
Luqie glanced coldly at the Mingyu Holy Land in the distance, then suddenly stood up and walked towards the edge of the bloody high platform.
Mourning Nai was playing with a bone of an unknown beast in his hand. At this time, he smiled lightly and said nothing, only looking at Luqiao's back quietly.
He took a few steps to reach the high platform and looked at Mingyu Holy Land from a distance. Then he suddenly raised his right hand and pointed in the direction of Mingyu Holy Land.
Buzz!!
Just a light finger, but it caused a huge change in the world in an instant, the wind and clouds moved, and a vast and majestic aura broke through the sky, almost more terrifying than the battle formation of a hundred thousand Shura!
The blood cloud rolled forward and turned into a purple finger with a blow from the killing cutter. There were mysterious textures intertwined on it, stretching thousands of feet across the void, and suddenly landed on the Taoist array of Mingyu Holy Land.
boom!!!
Mingyu Holy Land Dao Formation, which had just wiped out a new blood-colored spear, suddenly withstood the blow from the True Lord. It made a clicking sound for a moment, and the entire light curtain suddenly dented, as if it was about to
Collapse immediately.
Thousands of miles of mountains, rivers and earth are shaking violently, and the power of the vast universe is retreating.
Zhang Zheng's face flushed red, as if he was under terrible pressure. He just stared at the sky and exerted the power he could control to the limit.
In the end, the Taoist formation made a series of heart-wrenching clicking sounds, gradually obliterating the purple finger, and then gradually re-propped the light curtain, smoothing out the depression.
But there was a trace of blood spreading from the corner of Zhang Zhengyi's mouth.
At the same time, inside the peaks of Mingyu Holy Land, uu read books, among the formations of earth vein peaks, there was a figure who was either vomiting blood, or his face was pale, or he was crumbling.
Countless monks were horrified by this, and they all looked in the direction of the slaughter, showing a bit of horror and fear.
The True Lord of the Shura Tribe!
With the power of one hundred thousand Shura battle formations, Mingyu Dao formation could easily withstand and be destroyed, but a single finger from the air by a true king of the Shura tribe almost completely shattered the Dao formation!
Even though this was a finger issued when the Dao Formation was weak against a blow from the battle formation, it was still terrifying to be able to press the Thousand Miles of Dao Formation to the point of almost collapse.
This is the majesty of the true king who stands on the top of a world and looks down on all living beings in the world. It is so terrifying!
"This... I'm afraid I won't be able to resist it if I try it a few more times..."
There was blood dripping from the corner of Zhang Zhengyi's mouth, his expression remained calm, but his heart was extremely depressed.