"Old man, do you think you can suppress me with the help of the power of the formation?!"
Thousands of miles into the void, the ghostly energy roared across the sky, like a tower falling from the sky.
And in the endless black mist, Ji Wuming held a stick in both hands and smashed into the sky angrily.
Under him, waves of waves boiled and swept over him, pouring into the world.
Looking from a distance, the entire sky seems to be neatly divided!
Half of it is the underworld, with ghosts crying and gods howling, and the other half is the angry sea with endless ups and downs!! .??.
This scene is extremely shocking, like a confrontation between ancient gods and demons, reversing the tide of the sun and the moon!!
"Boom!"
The moment the two attacks collided, an extremely bright brilliance burst out instantly, tearing everything apart.
The entire city of Ying seemed to have been completely razed to the ground by this wave, and all souls were mourning.
And Ji Wuming's figure fell from the sky and fell to the ground in an awkward manner.
At this moment, even with the protection of the Blood Dragon Divine Armor, blood was still oozing out from Ji Wuming's body.
The originally red ancient armor was even more stained brightly.
It was obvious that under the suppression of the Yingdu Formation, it was impossible for him to compete with his current strength.
The Yingdu formation gathered the power of all spirits, and even the ancient monsters in the Jedi had no way to break free, let alone Ji Wuming?
However, the power of the formation that Hei Wushu can control now is less than one-tenth of this formation.
Only the true Lord of Yingdu and the Son of Emperor Yama can display the real Yingdu Formation!!
But, even so, Ji Wuming's cultivation at the Emperor level was still difficult to compete with this formation.
"Ji Wuming!!"
Jun Diandian exclaimed, and just as he was about to raise his foot to rush towards Ji Wuming, he seemed to have thought of something, and turned to look at Ling Xiao.
But at this moment, the young master was still sipping his tea without any worry.
"Boss, aren't you afraid that he will be beaten to death?"
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Ling Xiao put down the tea cup and looked up at Ji Wuming who was struggling to stand up from the ground.
At this time, the bones of this imperial prince were all broken, and blood was flowing down the dragon armor, dyeing the ground under his feet with blood.
"Ji Wuming, I, Ying, have no intention to be enemies with the Ji clan, nor do we want to provoke everyone in the Eternal Calamity Palace. Since Chi Hao and others are dead now, why don't you just leave."
Hei Wushu stood in the sky, looked at Ji Wuming and others below, and shouted coldly.
"What, old man, you don't think you can scare me away like this, do you?"
Ji Wuming smiled and shook his head. Even though his aura was extremely weak at this time, he couldn't lose his dignity in front of the young master.
Even if he dies today, he will die standing!
"Ji Wuming, don't force me!"
"Forcing you? I, Ji Wuming, will put my words here today. If you don't get rid of these evil monsters like you, I, Ji Wuming, will take away the Ji surname."
Ji Wuming shook his head and smiled, holding a golden stick in his hand and looking upright.
"Niubi!"
Hearing this, bursts of joyous cheers suddenly came from the whole town.
Although there were not many people present who dared to be enemies with Ying Du, Ji Wuming's behavior at this time was indeed a bit tragic and tragic.
"Okay! Let's see how stubborn you can be."
Hei Wushu took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and ran towards Ji Wuming again.
"Mr. Ji, I won't help you kill the enemy, but...please relax, I can help you recover from your injuries."
Just when Ji Wuming clenched his hands and his blood surged all over his body, a gentle voice suddenly came to his ears.
"
Um?"
Before Ji Wuming could refuse, he felt a warm feeling flowing down his vest.
That vast and incomparable wave of vitality almost made Ji Wuming scream in surprise.
The injuries on his body healed quickly at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye.
"this…"
Ji Wuming lowered his head and glanced at his hands, only to see at this moment...a stream of life essence intertwined into threads and wrapped around his bones.
At this moment, Ji Wuming felt that the blood, bones, and organs all over his body were filled with endless vitality.
"Boom!"
Ji Wuming looked up to the sky and yelled angrily, took one step forward, and the moment the golden stick fell in his hand, thousands of waves swept across the sky and the earth.
And Hei Wushu let out a sharp shout, used the power of the formation again, and suppressed it.
The moment the two offensives collided, a wave of divine power visible to the naked eye shot into the sky.
only!!
This time, Ji Wuming did not fall from the sky like before, but went up against the sky and smashed Cang Ming with his stick.
Although Hu Rao's realm is in the Three Tribulations of the Emperor Realm, his combat power is far inferior to that of Ji Wuming who is in the First Tribulation.
What is truly powerful about her is the infinite vitality contained in her body. As long as she is pulled by the thread of her bloodline, she will receive a steady stream of vitality, energy and blood, which will never decay.
"Boom!"
As Ji Wuming's stick fell one after another, the fog covering the sky above Yingdu was gradually blown away.
Even with Hei Wushu's strength, under the bombardment of this force, he kept retreating and his mind was shaken.
"court death!"
At the critical moment, Hei Wushu's figure suddenly rose into the sky, surrounded by ghost mist and thousands of divine patterns.
Behind him, the ghostly figure reaching the sky became clearer and clearer, and his palm suddenly printed, gathering the power of heaven, earth and the underworld.
"Boom!"
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In a land of thousands of miles, the universe is shattered.
And that dark energy palm print covered all directions of the world, leaving no way out.
Compared with this palm print, Ji Wuming's figure looked extremely small, as if he would be crushed to death at any time.
However, what is frightening is that at this moment, the young emperor of the Ji clan suddenly...retired the blood dragon armor on his body.
"Huh? What is Ji Wuming doing?"
"Is Young Emperor Ji crazy?! He actually withdrew from that supreme armor?!"
"Huh? Ji...Mr. Ji..."
Even Hu Rao had a look of panic on his face, obviously unable to figure out what Ji Wuming's move meant.
Her divine life blood is certainly terrifying and endless, but... Master Ji'er, if you are slapped into pieces by someone, what can I do to save you?
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, water mist rose between the sky and the earth, and the roar of the waves could be heard in the originally empty void.
"This is…"
Everyone's eyes narrowed slightly, and they looked at the white-clothed figure under the dark palm with shocked expressions. They felt that...Ji Wuming at this time was not arrogant.
"Luo Shen Jue, Luo Shen Dharma!"
The next moment, Ji Wuming's hands suddenly joined together, and there was an indifferent and cold blue glow in his eyes.
And around him, wisps of water bloom began to flow, gradually surging, and finally turned into a whirlpool reaching the sky, connecting the sun, moon, mountains and rivers.
"Why."
A soft and sad sigh sounded quietly, misty and insubstantial, as if coming from the nine heavens.
Just a sigh made all the demons of the Immortal Sect present have their eyes tremble and their souls tremble.
That kind of... throbbing and compassion coming from the depths of my heart cannot be resisted by spiritual cultivation.
Even Hei Wushu's eyes were trembling, with a kind of...inexplicable fear.