The magnificent Star Transformation Formation has been operating for thousands of years. The monks coming and going have long been accustomed to the thick wall of light standing on the coast. As the initial excitement and novelty passed, the Wanhu Jie came to hunt for treasures.
There are fewer and fewer monks, and the Eastern Wilderness Continent has been peaceful for hundreds of years.
Until recently.
There is a portal that is open all year round on the Stars of the Stars, allowing people to enter and exit Yunmeng Ze. Now, the entrance is armed with guns and is very strict. The monks stationed there have solemn expressions, but when they occasionally whisper to each other, their lowered voices are full of emotion.
With uncontrollable excitement.
Compared with a month ago, all the guards here have been replaced, and there is not a single monk from Yunmengze in sight.
The cold wind is miserable, the night is vast, and a ray of sunset has not yet dispersed hanging on the horizon, magnificent and sad.
A team of more than 20 guards lined up neatly. They had just completed a patrol and arrived at the entrance to handover while chatting with their companions in a relaxed manner.
"Okay, the rest is over, let's continue patrolling!" The monk in charge of the team shouted: "Don't relax too much, now is the most critical time, keep your skin tight to me one by one! If... uh!"
As if someone had suddenly strangled his neck, he opened his mouth, then looked back with trembling uncontrollably, his eyes as big as copper bells reflected a brighter and brighter light, like a sudden explosion.
Turn on the lightning!
The cold yet domineering sword light tore apart the gloomy night, tearing apart the ubiquitous desolation, and even tore apart this false illusion of peace!
Before the sword light arrived, a powerful aura had already pressed forward. All the monks at the entrance of the formation were like chickens being held up by their necks to be slaughtered. They stood frozen on the spot and could only feel the arrival of death in despair.
The moon is shining brightly, the dew is blowing, and the dew is cold. I can’t afford to blow my belt when I lay it flat!
The sword energy is everywhere, and there is no life for ten deaths!
In just a few short breaths, more than a hundred guards in front of the formation, each of whom was above the level of god transformation, were all torn into pieces in the blooming sword light, and their bodies exploded into balls of red mist.
Liu Qinghuan held his sword and walked step by step from the haze. His expression was as frozen as ice, and his usual gentleness turned into a stone-like indifference. In a flash, he was already standing at the entrance of the empty formation.
The fishy sea breeze blew in, blowing away the strong smell of blood. The ground was covered with a thick layer of steaming blood. When he stepped on the bloody water, Liu Qinghuan didn't even frown.
Jingjue, who followed closely behind, looked away uncomfortably when faced with the scarlet red on the ground, but he also knew that this was not the time to show compassion, so he just recited a few verses silently.
The array light curtain wall, which exuded the warm light of topaz, rippled, and the ear-piercing scream just sounded, breaking the silence of the night, warning of the incoming enemy.
Suddenly, lights were brightly lit on the dark sea, and the outline of a huge island was revealed. Shouts were heard far away in the night sky, and groups of guards swarmed out.
It was loud and enthusiastic.
However, tonight is destined to be a night of bloodshed and a day of mourning souls.
Many people died tragically in the sword energy before they had time to see clearly where the enemy was. Their blood fell like rain on the sea, and the waves rolled and turned blood red.
Jingjue, who had already prepared to kill, was horrified to find that he had no chance to take action, or before he could take action, all the monks who came in waves were killed by Liu Qinghuan's sword!
He said with some confusion: "Is this the realm of integration?"
Although each major level promotion will cause a huge gap in strength, there are many empty-level monks in the Yangshi realm among those people. Ants can still swallow elephants. These people gathered together, but they could not stop Liu Qinghuan's progress at all.
There was even a monk in the early stage of integration among the first people to rush out, but as soon as his face was covered, the man suddenly froze in mid-air, and then Liu Qinghuan seemed to just wave his hand, and the other person's head was dismembered.
Killing one person in ten steps is as cheap as dust.
That figure, who had always been aloof and aloof, now looked like a murderous god who dominated life and death in the world, making people feel intimidated and terrified.
Jingjue was extremely horrified. He hadn't seen Liu Qinghuan take action for many years, but he didn't know that his strength had become so strong!
"stop!"
A loud voice suddenly sounded, breaking this murderous battle composed of cruelty and despair. A figure in yellow flew out from the island not far away, and instantly blocked Liu Qinghuan.
"It's you!"
The monk in yellow showed a little surprise, and his face quickly turned gloomy.
Liu Qinghuan raised his head and said coldly: "It's you!"
The visitor is the master of the eighth hall of the Buddha Demon Sect, with the Taoist name Hengji.
The Futu Demon Sect is one of the largest sects in the Wanhu Realm. The important figures in the sect are famous all over the interface, so even if they have never met before, Liu Qinghuan recognized him at a glance.
He mocked: "I wonder if Master Hengji Palace can explain to me why I, Yunmengze, have so many disciples of your sect, and dare to stop me from entering the formation!"
Heng Ji's eyes flashed slightly, but he raised his chin arrogantly and said sternly: "How can you, an outsider, interfere with the actions of the Immortal Alliance? But you, who returned from the World of All Spirits without completing your mission, wanted to disobey the Immortal Alliance.
Order!"
Liu Qinghuan instantly lost interest in continuing the conversation with the other party. He rushed back from the Wanling Realm all the way, worried about the safety of the Wenshi Sect. When he came back, he found that even the Star Transformation Formation had fallen under the control of the Demon Sect, and he was already full of anger.
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With a look of boredom on his face, the Five Dragon Fan with the blue flame as its face appeared in his hand, and said slowly: "Since your Demon Sect is intercepting people at the entrance of the formation, don't you know that you can send a more powerful character to guard this place?"
An important place?"
Heng Ji's face twisted and he shouted: "What an arrogant person. You are only in the early stage of integration and are a level below me, yet you still dare to scream in front of me!"
He raised his hands high, holding up a huge round wheel, like a sun that was collapsing inwards, expanding and contracting as if breathing.
Heng Ji, who was holding the round wheel, had veins popping out on his neck and his face was red from suppressing it, as if he was really holding up the black sun.
He roared loudly and threw it outward: "Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your master, so that you will know what it means to be a man of heaven and earth!"
The black wheel rumbled and flew towards this side. The speed at the beginning was extremely slow, but it became faster and faster as it flew, and soon expanded to twice the size before.
A hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of Liu Qinghuan's mouth, and he unfolded the Five Dragon Fan, and a flaming red fan bone shot out, and the thunderous roar of the dragon resounded throughout the world.
"Ouch~~"
The surrounding temperature rose rapidly, and the flowing fire flooded half of the sky like a tide. The fan bone turned into a long red dragon in an instant. The winding dragon body was looming in the flames, and it crashed towards the black wheel!