Those who can break through the confusion of the formation and send the sound in can only be great monks above Nascent Soul. In the Xiaohuang Realm, there are very few Nascent Soul Lords, except for True Lord Taiyi.
Only those four are left.
The hands are condensed and the fingers are intertwined to form a calamity formation seal.
Just outside the formation are those four powerful auras.
Just as Tu Shanjun had expected, Wanfa Sect would not just sit idly by.
The corners of his mouth curled up. In any case, he had destroyed the Blood Fiend Sect, and there was nothing he could do to make amends for him now, unless these four true monarchs had to go to war with him, which was a thankless task.
Not to mention the Demon Lord of Hehuan Sect and the Dragon Lord of Mo Palace, even the two members of Wanfa Sect would not be able to do this.
Taiyi Zhenjun, who was sitting at the back of the formation, had a slightly different look on his face. He counted the time and suddenly understood. After such a long time, Yuanying Zhenjun in Xiaohuang Realm must have received the news, and he could come to stop it.
strangeness.
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The Demon Lord of Hehuan Sect looked at the huge formation that enveloped the entire Blood Evil Sect in surprise.
The formation is like a cage, and it is like the heaven and earth are rolling down from above, the black mist is like waves, and the wind is howling. When you stare intently, you seem to see thousands of troops.
The person blocking them was a Yin God at the peak of the Golden Core. His eyes were lifeless and he was holding a small illusory flag about ten feet long in his hand.
The entwining inspiration seems like substance.
It was obviously just a golden elixir yin god, but the terrifying aura it exuded made the Hehuan Sect Demon Lord take half a step back.
True Lord Qingshang raised his hands to show that he was not hostile, and at the same time looked at Lord Long and the two True Lords of Wanfa Sect not far away.
The old Dragon King of Mo Palace spread his hands and stood back. To put it bluntly, he was too lazy to care about the life and death of the Blood Evil Sect.
If it weren't for the fact that the destruction of the Blood Evil Sect would lead to a decrease in the resources they received, and because they were among the top officials, they would be forced to appear here under pressure, just like they did in Yangcheng that day.
"Long Jun, can you recognize the magic circle in front of you?"
Hearing the words of inquiry from the Hehuan Sect's Qingshang Old Demon, Old Longjun pondered and shook his head: "This formation is extremely exquisite. Unless you find the formation's eye, I'm afraid you won't be able to break it for a while."
Having said that, Mr. Long actually did not think of breaking the formation. It would be unwise to offend such a powerful comrade for resources. It should be noted that resources can be regenerated, but it is difficult for people to be resurrected after death.
Only the two from the Wanfa Sect would do such a thankless job.
"I really didn't expect that fellow Taoist's strength to reach such a level. Looking at the situation in front of me, fellow Taoist Zunhun may have used a large formation to refine the entire Blood Evil Sect alive..."
Demon Lord Qingshang said slightly in surprise: "The capital is destroyed, why do we come?"
"I'm afraid it won't be that easy. Fellow Taoist, you should know that there is still someone locked up underground in the Blood Fiend Sect." Old Lord Long held his robe in his sleeves.
Others are not very clear about these things, but they are all like a bright mirror. After so many years of dealing with each other, they already know exactly which house has a few buildings in trouble and how many treasures it has.
With True Lord Nascent Soul sitting in charge, the Blood Evil Sect will not be destroyed for a while.
It is difficult to fight with monks of the same level, let alone kill the monk whose cultivation level is equal to your own.
The higher your cultivation level, the more ways you can save your life, and it is also difficult to kill.
Old Longjun blew his nose lightly.
He didn't want to get involved.
Now that everything has been fought like this, they can't get involved even if they want to. They can only try to get back the benefits they gave up last time and see if they can carve up a little bit of the Blood Evil Sect's territory.
"That old demon." Demon Lord Qingshang suddenly realized, and his consciousness touched the formation in an attempt to sense the aura of the True Lord Nascent Soul.
Zhenjun Wuya sighed solemnly: "It's too late."
"What's too late?"
"We're late."
"The Blood Evil Sect has been destroyed, and the sealed demon is also dead." True Lord Wuya took out a crystal stone and shined it on the Killing Formation of the Ghost King of Ten Directions.
After a ripple of ripples flashed, the black mist and wind in front of them froze, allowing them to see the tragic situation in the Blood Evil Sect through this Fang Lingbao.
Thirty-two peaks were topsy-turvy and broken like wasteland, and twenty-one floating islands fell down, smashing the rolling mountain palaces into pieces, leaving only thousands of miles of ruins, evil spirits running like rivers, and thousands of miles of silence and lifelessness.
Not to mention living creatures, not even many corpses were left. Only the Yin Shen guarded by Teng Yun stood in the clouds at the head of the formation, using the seals in his hands one after another.
This shocked the four of them again.
The old demon of love from the Hehuan Sect clicked his tongue.
He looked at the Second True Lord of Wanfa Sect with a teasing look: "I don't want to fight with such a monster..." It's just a matter of destroying the Blood Evil Sect, but it can also control hundreds of thousands of Yin gods to fight. Its vast spiritual consciousness is terrifying.
If you fight against such monks, even if they are Nascent Soul Lord, you won't be able to get even a cent advantage.
The golden light mirror above Zhenjun Taiyi flipped over and swayed past the faces of the four people, but the mirror did not break away from Yang Zongchen. Its main function was to prevent Yang Zongchen from using escape techniques and magical powers.
"Who is this again?"
"The one from the Netherworld." Old Lord Long took over.
Back then, he had dealt with Taiyi Zhenjun, who wanted to buy some heavenly and earthly treasures from him, but he did not have many of the medicinal and spiritual materials in his hands.
To say that they had a conversation, it was just once, and he has not seen True Lord Taiyi since then.
True Lord Wuji's eyes were stern and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that True Lord Zunhun didn't wait until Yueyan was promoted to Nascent Soul, so he found that person to be his helper. It's a good method and a good plan."
"You'd better go back and forth from wherever you are." Taiyi Zhenjun sent a message to the many great monks outside the formation. Yang Zongchen is not dead yet. At this moment, they have no time to deal with the Yuanying in the small wilderness.
"Now that the old devil is dead, who is trapped in the formation?"
Zhenjun Wuya did not answer the question of the old demon Qingshang, but concentrated his magic power to cast a spell to transmit the message: "Fellow Taoist Zunhun! Stop for a moment, the person trapped in the formation is Zhenyan Chenyan of the Tianyang Divine Sect.
I also ask the True Lord to show your noble hand and never kill me here."
Listen to this.
Before anyone else could react, the old demon of Hehuan Sect's Love Shang immediately cursed: "Damn it, old thief Wuya, you are not a human being and you tricked me into coming here. Why didn't you say you wanted to save people earlier? Who am I to think you are?"
It turns out to be a major sect in the Eastern Wasteland."
"Since he is trapped in a big formation, why should we come to rescue him?" The old demon Qingshang immediately rolled up his sleeves and was about to run away. Others were afraid that this plagued job would be contaminated and his clothes would be stained.
How could Zhenjun Wuya from Wanfa Sect come forward so ignorantly?
It's okay to persuade that person not to take action against the Blood Evil Sect.
To put it further, the Blood Evil Sect has some strength and can support the Xiaohuang Territory to prevent monks from other realms from coming to annex it. To put it more closely, the key to the Yuanyang Territory will be obtained as soon as a hundred years are up.
You can make another profit by selling it.
They couldn't afford to offend those large sects in the Eastern Wasteland. Looking at the people in the formation, they were clearly monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. They were able to trap the True Monarch of Nascent Soul in the formation, and even had the upper hand.
You won’t know if you don’t look at it, but you will be shocked when you look at it.
The old demon Qingshang immediately turned around and wanted to leave. For some reason, the Zunhun Zhenjun also released a powerful and coercive aura in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
If you start a fight at this time, you will offend someone.
Zhenjun Wuya was equally angry. He was furious when he received the news.
Tu Shanjun really didn't care about human feelings and rules at all, and he was determined to destroy the Blood Evil Sect.
If you don't care, just don't care.
He is just a demon sect, so he will die. As long as it does not affect the world, he will not care about it. When the time comes, he can force Tu Shanjun to spit out the key to the Yuanyang Domain that he swallowed.
But what shocked him next was the Tianyang Shenzong's talisman for help.
This pushed him forward.
He was afraid that Chen Yan would die in Xiaohuang Realm, and he was also afraid that True Lord Chen Yan would not die.
When the spiritual talisman was sent to the sect, he had no choice but to turn a blind eye. It would be better if he died, as he could pass all the responsibilities to the devil Tu Shanjun.
Looking at the posture in front of him, Zhenjun Wuya slapped his thigh fiercely. He thought that Yang Zongchen, a disciple of this large sect, would not be so embarrassed even if he fell into a disadvantage. However, the results from a closer look were obviously not in line with his expectations.
"You shouldn't have come!" Zhenjun Wuya sighed in his heart. He should have stayed behind closed doors at that time, and he shouldn't have interfered in this matter.
Even if you don't look at the old devil of Qingshang from the Hehuan Sect, you seem to have seen shit, and you're afraid that you might get a little bit of it.
But there is nothing we can do, it’s coming.
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Tu Shanjun did not know the situation of Zhenjun Wuya.
However, he did not take down the last two small flags. Just in case, it was better to keep some means and mana, lest the Nascent Soul Lord of Xiaohuang Realm got confused and tried to attack him.
Destroying people in a sect is the behavior of a demon, and he cannot tell his motives for revenge, otherwise he will reveal his secret as a magic weapon.
And he did break the rules of Xiaohuangyu.
The Nascent Soul of Xiaohuang Realm doesn't tolerate him, and neither does the evil or good.
The yin wind blew through the flesh and bones, and the yin fire in the Dantian burned fiercely. Yang Zongchen was no longer human.
He stared at Lei Jie above him, his golden eyes moved to stare at Tu Shanjun and said, "I never thought I would be forced into such a situation by you."
As he spoke, he took out a square round fire bead and crushed it violently.
A golden beam of light rises into the sky.
His body that was scorched by the Yin Thunder was immediately shrouded in a beam of light, and the erosion of the killing array was swept away. He then took out a long feather arrow, and the ring surrounding his body turned into a spiritual treasure long bow.
He bent his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at Tushanjun.
A silent terror enveloped Tushanjun.
It was as if he knew clearly that when the golden arrows burst out, his body would instantly shatter, and no protective magic weapon or defensive spirit treasure could stop it.
Therefore, he did not block the soul flag in front.
After he dies, as long as his soul is intact, he can use the evil energy to repair his body.
If the Soul Flag is broken, life may really disappear.
After three breaths, Yang Zongchen put down the long bow and golden feather arrows in his hands.
He said calmly: "You don't deserve to die under this treasure. You'd better pray that you don't meet me again. After suffering this loss, I won't give you a second chance to set up the formation."
Tushanjun turned his palms over.
"Cut, destroy, decline, exhaust, die."
"Wind, fire and thunder!"
Come together.
Unfortunately, the golden beam of light did not move at all. Yang Zongchen also showed a contemptuous smile: "It's useless, not even the Venerable can stop this treasure."
Tu Shanjun raised his fist flatly.
The bow is bent like the moon, and the punch is like the stars.
"True meaning!"
"Swallowing souls."
Yang Zongchen, who still had a smile on his face, felt that his aura was rapidly retreating, his spiritual energy seemed to be sucked away by something, and his cultivation in the middle stage of Nascent Soul was actually loose.
As the golden light bloomed, Yang Zongchen's roar was heard: "Impossible! How could my cultivation..."
Before he finished speaking, his body had already disappeared.
Tushanjun lowered his fist gently.
"I won't have any hesitation if we meet again, but I just don't know if we can meet again. Maybe you can't even pass the senior level."