In the sky above [Valley of the Buried Emperors], the light of blood soared into the sky.
With a big wave of 'Multiple Lives'.
boom!
Only a loud noise was heard.
In an instant, millions of 'soul soldiers...' descended and hit the magic weapons of Ying Zheng, Shennong and others.
Gold and iron jingle.
The impact made a cracking sound of 'bang', 'bang', 'bang...', which made people's scalp numb.
"Mader, what kind of formation is this?" Bai Qi gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with blood.
Only practice the way of killing.
He who never cared about the 'flesh' and 'treasures...' was miserable at the moment.
Under the corrosion of [Grand Formation].
His energy, energy, and spirit were all sluggish to the extreme. In just a moment, he was reduced from a killing general of the [Immortal Qin] to a rickety old man with dry and cracked skin, and his whole body had lost weight several times.
If Ying Zheng hadn't protected him under his command, I'm afraid that the first round of 'soul soldiers...' would have made him, an 'eighth-grade' killing emperor, the first emperor to fall in the [Emperor Burial Valley].
"When did these... these [Soul] Clan bastards become good at formations?" Ying Zheng said in a deep voice.
"It's not the handiwork of the Soul Clan." Leader Tongtian shook his head and said: "If I'm not mistaken, this... large formation is most likely a remnant formation left by the [Psionic Society]."
What?
【Psychic power...】
boom!
As soon as these words came out, several ninth-grade emperors including the 'Yellow Emperor', 'Shennong...'
His expression changed dramatically.
There was a deep look of fear in his eyes.
Although they have not been here as long as the immortals, demons, etc., they are no strangers to the [Psychic Society].
This is also the only top force that has dominated all races since ancient times.
According to their understanding, when the Psionic Society was at its peak, there were thousands of "ninth-grade" emperors alone, and its president even surpassed the existence of the ninth-grade.
Just a few words 'Beyond the Ninth Grade...'.
It has already put these great emperors of all races beyond reach.
You know, it has been almost a billion years since the [Psychic Society] disappeared.
There are countless great emperors of the ninth grade.
But there is not even one who has surpassed the ninth level.
"What should we do now? If we continue to delay, I am afraid that none of the people we have brought..." 'Shen Nong' frowned and said with worry.
"I'll hold on, you go and break the formation."
Ying Zheng let out a 'humph!', with cold eyes, and said: "So what about the [Psychic Society]? I don't believe that a broken formation that was more than a billion years ago can still trap us to death."
After saying that, he raised his robe and said: "Immortal Qin Jinren, forgive me."
Buzz, buzz…
The emperor's aura suddenly swept across.
Shrouded above everyone's heads, twelve huge 'golden figures...' flew out directly from between his eyebrows, and in just an instant, they exploded into towering giant figurines.
It blocks many natal magic weapons.
Let the 'soul soldiers' all over the sky chop at the gold figurines, making bursts of dull sounds.
"Thank you, Emperor Qin." Huang Di nodded, without any nonsense, he raised his hand and sacrificed the [Xuanyuan Sword]. In an instant, the sword energy surged into the sky.
With the protection of ‘Ying Zheng’.
Several other people then freed their hands and took back the natal magic weapon above their heads.
Replace it with your own killing weapon.
Only the leader of Tongtian Cult still has four [Xianxian Swords], and the power of his sword is not even half weaker than that of Huangdi.
Seeing that everyone was ready, Xuanyuan Huangdi, who was the leader of the crowd, did not give random orders. Instead, he looked at Tongtian Cult Leader next to him and said: "Tongtian, you are good at formations, how can you break this psychic meeting?"
It’s up to you to command the remaining formation.”
The 'Tongtian Cult Master' was not polite. He thought for a moment and spoke slowly, saying: "This residual formation is very mysterious. Its base should be in the [Soul Palace]. If you want to break the formation, there are only two ways. One is
To break the base of the formation, we can only rely on brute force."
"One force can defeat ten."
"This is an eternal principle. No matter how exquisite the formation is, as long as the power is enough, it can be broken."
"Okay..." Everyone agreed.
"Zhuxian Sword, kill." Tongtian roared.
Buzz!
Four handles [Zhu Xian Sword].
At the same time, they flew out and attacked the 'big formation'. Others followed suit. Most of the people who came this time were above the Emperor's realm. It couldn't be easier to trace the trajectory to a certain point.
Within a few breaths, tens of thousands of magical weapons were struck on the formation, making a loud sound of 'bang', 'bang', 'bang...'.
The long-lived emperor standing on the top of the city did not show any panic when he saw this scene. Instead, he watched the actions of these people with great interest, with a hint of a teasing smile on his lips.
All he needed to do was bring a pot of tea and some peanuts and melon seeds to watch the fun. The [Soul] boy standing next to him had a worried look on his face and said: "Old... Ancestor, this formation will not be destroyed by them.
Let’s work together to break it.”
Don't blame it for being worried.
It’s true that there are too many ‘great emperors’ out there.
Just for the ninth grade, there are several...
Not to mention the seventh and eighth grades.
"break in?"
"Just them?" Duo Ming laughed a few times: "In order to repair this ruined formation, the leader of this clan has almost exhausted the [Soul] clan's tens of millions of years of accumulation.
Do you really think that people from the Psionics Association are vegetarians? Not to mention that these 'Mao' tribe only have a few ninth-grade emperors here, even if dozens more come, it would be wishful thinking to break this remnant formation."
"Everyone, work harder..." Duoming said loudly.
"Yes, the many-lived emperor."
Buzz!
The energy and blood in the sky above [Emperor Burial Valley] surged again.
These people all risked their lives for a spot in the Psionics Association. At least one-third of the aliens were so tired that they collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.
Even so, he didn't dare to slack off.
Instead, he took the small ball of Qi and blood and constantly replenished his own losses. Once he recovered, he immediately started to fill it up again. Outside the [Soul Palace], 'Tongtian...' and others tried more than a dozen times, but they couldn't get the big ball.
The formation broke.
On the contrary, I was very tired.
You must know that the danger in this formation is not only the soul soldiers above the head, but also the decaying air surrounding it.
Being in it, even the ninth-grade emperor has to use immortal energy to resist it, otherwise, once these decaying energies enter the body, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Broken... won't open?"
Bai Qi gritted his teeth and said with a livid face: "Master Tongtian, what should we do now?"
‘Tongtian’ also had an ugly look on his face. He looked at the many lives on top of the city and gritted his teeth, “Group…” and said, “Now we can only talk to it.”
talk?
Everyone was disgusted for a while.
I am still feeling aggrieved. After fighting for so many years in the [Tianwai Battlefield], all races have to make an agreement that the emperor will not take action. When have they ever suffered such a big loss?
"I'm going to help Emperor Ying."
"Huang Emperor, you go and talk." After 'Tongtian' finished speaking, he handed over the four-handed [Xianxian Sword].
A 'buzz' sound turned into sword light.
Run directly to the sky above the Emperor Burial Valley.