Xia Pengzhan didn't know how to explain it, so he made up a random reason.
People who didn't understand what they were talking about were stunned for a while, but these words also gave people an extremely mysterious feeling. The more they didn't understand, the more mysterious they felt.
"He set up a trap?"
As expected, everyone was stunned and tried their best to use their brains to try to understand the meaning behind these words. Unfortunately, there was too little information and they couldn't figure it out no matter how hard they thought.
"Senior Brother Xia, I... don't quite understand." Yan Jiuling's tone was no longer so radical. On the contrary, a dozen big question marks popped up in his mind.
What game?
Set up your own trap and send yourself into the tiger's mouth?
Isn't this a disease?
Seeing this, Xia Pengzhan ignored it and said, "Okay, don't ask, just watch."
He didn't bother to explain anymore.
The more you explain, the more confusing it becomes.
With Xia Pengzhao stepping forward to stop him, the Tiangang Sect disciples no longer insist on going their own way and have temporarily given up their thoughts and ideas of supporting in the past.
However, with Xia Pengzhan's words, an intriguing atmosphere gradually replaced people's anxious mood.
Was it a trap set by Feng Jueyu himself?
Is it true or false?
What trap did he set?
Everyone was puzzled to understand it, and some even sneered at it.
For example, people like Huang Feihe sniffed twice and put on a look of contempt.
Setting up a trap to get himself into a tight siege? If it is true, then this Feng Jueyu is too arrogant. Such a person will be killed by his arrogance sooner or later.
boom!
Just as he was thinking about it, a series of rumbling sounds suddenly came from the center of the battlefield.
Looking back, it turned out that thirty-six Linwu ghosts collectively used powerful secret magic to enhance their own combat power.
In the previous period of time, Feng Jueyu fought against thirty-six second-class Linwu ghosts with his own strength. Although he was brave, he did not gain any advantage for the time being.
That round of fierce fighting didn't last long. Both sides were faster than lightning. Each move was dazzling.
Someone deliberately observed and found that the two hands had already fought nearly two hundred moves, and the situation was now evenly divided.
And this is already not easy for many people.
After all, Feng Jueyu only has one person, and there are not only thirty-six of his opponents, but all of them are much higher than him in terms of realm.
In such a situation, Feng Jueyu can endure until now, which is unprecedented.
Perhaps because he couldn't attack for a long time, Ye Xunkong's expression became solemn. Without hesitation at all, he shouted in a deep voice: "What a little reptile, let's see how long you can last."
A confident voice resounded, and Ye Xunkong made a gesture.
The next moment, it was as if black clouds were closing in on the city, the sky was no longer bright, and all thirty-six second-class Linwu ghosts released all the divine power in their bodies.
Waves of majestic momentum swept across the whole place, like an unprecedented huge storm coming, with boundless black clouds pressing over the top, thousands of ghosts roaring, and demons dancing wildly.
In that storm, streaks of divine brilliance falling from the starry sky lingered in the storm, like a waterfall pouring down from the top of the mountain, with the sound of rolling thunder, pressing towards Feng Jueyu's head.
That is the power of Tao.
The thirty-six second-level Linwuguizai are all rank-6 powerhouses. The secret arts and magic they have learned have already broken through the small realm stage, so that all kinds of killing moves are assisted by miracles.
The demonic shadows moved as fast as lightning, and the thirty-six second-class crow ghosts were so fast that it was almost impossible to catch them with the naked eye.
Their offensive became a hundred times sharper, each piece of magic weapon was like an arm commanding, and the incomparable majestic Senluo Purgatory was created.
It is like destroying the heaven and the earth, destroying the Zhouxu.
That breath, which was as straight as a turbulent wave, caused cracks to fill the void thousands of feet around, just like a huge round porcelain was about to break, sputtering out pieces of dazzling fragments of light rain.
"This, the combat power of a second-class Linwu ghost is so strong?"
At this moment, not only the geniuses of the Tiangang Sect, but also the Night Demon Clan were astonished.
Mang Yuan's pupils shrank and he kept nodding.
Sure enough, what the clan leader said was true. The combat power of the Linwu clan was indeed far superior to that of the other three clans.
If it weren't for the extremely small number of people, I'm afraid they could stand on equal footing with the Ancient Underworld Palace.
"The little reptile at Tiangangmen cannot escape even if it has wings."
Mang Yuan made a judgment in his heart, and suddenly felt bored: "It is a great regret in life that I have not fought with this little reptile in person, but if he can't even deal with Ye Xunkong, I'm afraid he won't have any chance of winning against me.
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"Once the outcome is destined to be a win, it doesn't mean much anymore."
Mang Yuan smiled confidently and said without squinting: "Old bookworm, what do you think?"
In the chaotic battlefield area, there was a sea of people. No one noticed that among the people who followed Mang Yuan this time, in addition to Mang Hong and Mang Yin Yin who had already died in the battle, there was also a man who hid himself in a fat black robe.
old man.
This person's popularity has been exhausted, and there is no trace of the aura of a strong man in his body. Standing in the middle of the group of followers, with his back hunched and his hands inserted into his wide sleeves, he looks as inconspicuous as an old man in his dying years.
But when Mang Yuan raised the question, the old man coughed twice and said: "Young Master, even though this person is worthy of a battle, the old servant advises the young master not to be impulsive. After all, there is still less than half a year before the Earth Box Festival.
It will be convened on time. Now that the Nether Demon Ancient Palace has lost two great devils, Mang Hong and Mang Yin Yin, my Bloodhead Ancient Land lineage still needs the young master to recapture the rumored... treasure."
After a pause, the old man bowed and said: "Young Master, please think twice and put the overall situation first."
Mang Yuan's iron-clad expression finally wavered, and his eyes were in a trance for a moment.
After a moment of silence, Mang Yuan said: "Don't worry, I know which one is lighter and which one is heavier. I will definitely not ruin Father God's plan. What's more, there is no need for me to take action today, right?"
The old man moved sideways, glanced at the battlefield, and nodded: "Ye Xunkong and Linwu Gui are far enough apart."
While the two were chatting in low voices, the fighting ahead became more intense.
Just as Mang Yuan had judged, when Ye Xunkong decided not to hold back anymore, the personal combat prowess and the tacit cooperation between his thirty-six second-class Linwu ghosts were as great as earth-shaking.
Changed appearance.
The thirty-six second-class Linwu Ghost Chaos were all selected from among the countless inheritance disciples of the Linwu lineage.
Each one of them has a talent background that is no less than that of contemporary geniuses, and they have been specially trained and taught the unique skills passed down from the Linwu lineage. Their strength can be described as unfathomable.
And once these people master a certain powerful combined attack method, their overall strength can already be compared with some forces that represent taboos.
In the center of the battlefield, the raging evil storm, with the concerted efforts of thirty-six second-class Linwu ghosts, has grown to a height of one hundred feet. Its momentum is as big as the largest black evil dragon in history.
The volume enveloped the combat area of nearly a hundred feet, and its momentum even frightened rank-seven experts.
And on top of this huge storm, dozens of torrents coming from the sky are like pouring divine gold, hanging on the huge storm, making this storm possess a horror that people cannot help but fear.
Power.
That is the power of Taoism. The power released by thirty-six second-class Linwu ghosts using combined attack tactics and inherited divine spells is far beyond the realm of Xiaojingtian.
Although he is not as perverted as Feng Jueyu, every move is blessed by the Taoist power of Zhongjingtian, but he can gather the power of everyone to exert the power of destroying the heaven and the earth.
Not to mention, there were thirty or forty various magic treasures roaring in the center of the storm field, causing numerous calamities, magic thunders, divine flames, green fire, wind, snow and ice currents, how terrifying it was.
At this time, Ye Xunkong, the team leader, also rushed into the battle formation. Although he seemed to be an independent individual, he could integrate with the combined attack battle formation, just like the eye of a large formation, and his combat power was rising steadily.
In the center of the storm field, there were roars and roars, and the heaven and earth wailed. Under this relentless encirclement and suppression, Feng Jueyu finally appeared in a state of embarrassment, completely unable to fight back.
boom!
The Green Black Demonic Sword cut down a black torrent, like a black nebula pouring down from the sky. Feng Jueyu raised the Wan Talisman Plate and used the Blue Sky Guardian Talisman to resist it. In the midst of a rumble that bit the eardrums, the big Talisman Ruruo
The fragile mirror was blown to pieces and fell apart like rain.
The man flew backwards dozens of feet away, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
With one successful blow, Ye Xunkong's face was full of pride and he roared: "Feng Jueyu, I know you are extremely talented and blessed, but facing me, Linwu Guicha, you are still a bit inferior. But you also
You should be content, after all, what you are hosting right now is the Linwu lineage’s strongest combined attack formation: the Eight Winds Tiangang Killing Formation.”
After a pause, he said proudly: "I have been successful in Taoism for many years, and this is the first time I have given such high standards of treatment to my opponent. You should really thank me."
The implication is that Ye Xunkong's opponents in the past were not even qualified to see the Eight Winds Tiangang Killing Formation.
Feng Jueyu's face was solemn and he didn't respond.
If you look carefully, you can see that there is no anxiety on that handsome face, and he is still calm and calm.
Just like the rocks on the coast, even though they are scarred, they still remain unchanged.
Seeing Feng Jueyu not saying a word, Ye Xunkong became even more proud, thinking that this little reptile had been frightened by the Eight Winds Tiangang Killing Array and had no courage to show off his rhetoric.
But in fact, Ye Xunkong completely misunderstood Feng Jueyu's mentality at this time.
He was not frightened, but overjoyed.
Under such heavy blows, Feng Jueyu still did not forget to secretly activate the Golden Bridge Guiyuan Technique to develop the Taoist veins.
What was different from the past was that when thirty-six second-class Rinwu ghosts teamed up to display the strongest combined attack formation in their inherited secret skills, he watched helplessly as the Tao meridians in his body evolved at an alarming speed.
The hazy avenue of chaos is filled with the magical roots of the Dao veins. The Eight Desolate Divine Veins and the Dao veins are completely integrated into one. The roots become thick and powerful, and they all penetrate into the unknown Zhouxu, so that the Dao veins are revealed.
At that time, the ancient secret map runes all over the roots danced like elves.
Chaos phase fifth level!
Chaos Phase Sixth Level!
Chaos Phase Seventh Level!
Chaos phase eighth level!
The Dao Meridian Phase sang loudly all the way, and finally sprinted to the ninth level of the Chaos Phase in one breath.