Everyone looked at the scene in the sky, and some people noticed something was wrong, and their expressions began to change.
"Is Sect Leader Yan hiding his strength? Why do I feel that his momentum is getting weaker and weaker?"
"At this point, what strength is he still hiding? He is clearly suppressed!"
"Is it possible for a Heavenly Tribulation Holy King warrior to suppress a ninth-level Heavenly Martial Saint Ancestor?"
More and more people saw the clues, their eyes filled with shock and confusion. Demon
Ye's soul clone doesn't look very strong, so why couldn't Yan Qing kill it, but was suppressed instead?
"Do you think these clones, connected together, look like a big formation?" Finally, someone saw the clues and exclaimed.
Everyone's eyes trembled violently, looking high in the sky, and they all understood.
At this time, everyone has already felt that the aura of Mo Ye's clone is getting stronger and stronger, and its powerful momentum is like an invisible hand, holding Yan Qing down. "
It turns out to be the formation, it seems that our sect has underestimated you!" Yan Qing finally understood, his eyes were trembling, not with fear, but with anger and fighting spirit.
Although he was furious just now, he had not lost his mind yet, so he was very reserved in taking action. However, this gave Mo Ye an opportunity to trap him in the formation. "
Boy, let me see how powerful this formation of yours is!" Then, Yan Qing laughed wildly, and suddenly the power around him surged wildly, waves of air rolled, and the breath of blood spread, unexpectedly.
Outside Yan Qing's body, a huge green python condensed.
"Yan Qing's bloodline power!" When everyone saw this scene, their eyes trembled violently and they exclaimed.
It seemed that Yan Qing was truly angry at this time.
"Boy, can our Zhenwu Yinlong be able to break your formation?" Yan Qing laughed wildly, his face twisted ferociously, and his whole body was trembling, like a ferocious beast about to break out of the cage, with a murderous expression.
Fierce. Void
In the sky, Mo Ye did not speak, only the soul clones kept gathering together, condensing the formation, as if they wanted to use the power of the formation to forcefully suppress Yan Qing to death. Everyone
People's nerves are so tense that they don't dare to blink for fear of missing some wonderful moment.
The people present, except for Nie Tian and a few other young warriors, are all high-level Tianwu Saint Ancestor strongmen. In their view, it is basically impossible for Mo Ye to defeat Yan Qing with a large formation. After all,
After all, Yan Qing is the ninth-level Saint Ancestor of Tianwu. Even in the entire Seventh Cultivation Saint World, he is ranked among the strongest. For example
If you are really crushed to death by a large formation, it would be too humiliating."
Roar!" At this moment, Yan Qing's figure moved, and he stepped hard like a dragon soaring into the sky. Zhenwu Yinlong let out a violent roar, like a blue dragon.
Suddenly, in the space of the formation, where Zhenwu Yinlong's body passed, billowing torrents surged out, majestic and impacting crazily.
"Boom, boom, boom..." Amidst the fierce roar, the large array of soul clones was on the verge of collapse.
"Hahaha! It's a joke that even a small formation wants to trap our sect." Upon seeing this, Yan Qing burst into laughter. Zhenwu Yinlong's momentum was stronger, and the large formation roared incessantly. It seemed that he could no longer hold on. "
It seems that the Feng Emperor of the Soul Sect is going to be defeated." Everyone's eyes were blazing and they looked a little nervous.
Nie Tian frowned, a little confused.
He could feel that the power contained in those soul clones should be far more than that, and should not be broken. It was difficult.
"Is Mo Ye planning something again?"
Little Yin Snake, do you also want to break through my formation?" At this moment, Mo Ye finally spoke, and his deep voice resounded throughout the formation, and it was like a ghost crying, with a shuddering and sinister meaning."
Boom!" The moment the voice fell, all the soul clones moved together, and the entire formation suddenly started to rotate, roaring, causing the heaven and earth to shake. Everyone
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed. They felt that the pressure coming from high in the sky had increased several times out of thin air. And
Yan Qing's figure was actually submerged by the large formation.
Even the huge Zhenwu Yin Dragon disappeared in the formation. "
What, what is going on?” The crowd was shocked and couldn’t believe what they were seeing.
What did Ye do to suppress Yan Qing again in an instant?
And it seems that Yan Qing has been completely suppressed this time, and there is no possibility of counterattack.
High in the sky, a large array roared and rotated. The soul clones gradually twisted and deformed under the high-speed operation, and then turned into strange runes. Runes.
The lines are connected together, looking from a distance like a huge ball of darkness. At first
At the beginning, it could still be seen that there were violent air waves impacting inside the ball of darkness, but after a while, the impact sound disappeared.
It seems that Yan Qing is still resisting, but has completely lost his ability to resist.
After a moment, the ball of darkness formed by the condensed soul pattern began to shrink, slowly closing in, like a spherical vortex collapsing. "
This..." When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but take a breath. This
At that time, Yan Qing was in the ball of darkness. If the ball of darkness continued to compress, wouldn't Yan Qing be squeezed to death?
Such a simple, primitive and extremely cruel method was really beyond the expectations of everyone present. And
Just when everyone was astonished, a figure appeared from the void, like a sharp sword, standing coldly above the ball of darkness.
The person who appeared at this time was none other than Mo Ye.
It turns out that Mo Ye's true body did not appear in the clone at all, but was hidden by clever means. Or
Maybe, even if Yan Qing kills all the soul clones, he may not be able to find Mo Ye.
"Perhaps this guy, from the very beginning, is a soul clone." Nie Tian looked at Mo Ye, frowned, and said secretly in his heart.
At the beginning of the battle, Yan Qing killed a clone of Mo Ye with one palm strike, but no one knew when Mo Ye's body disappeared.
Now it seems that the most likely possibility is that when Mo Ye first appeared, it was not his true body, but his soul clone. Nie
Tian's eyes were fixed on Mo Ye from a distance, and he saw a cold and evil smile hanging on the corner of the latter's mouth, as if his conspiracy had succeeded, as if he was waiting for something.
At this time, the people of Guiya Sect were completely in despair and could only watch from a distance and pray for a miracle to happen.
After a while, the ball of runes had shrunk from several thousand meters long to several meters long."
It's almost done." Mo Ye looked at the rune ball and murmured with joy on his face, as if he was about to complete a wonderful work and couldn't help but feel a little excited.
"Soul pattern, stone statue formation." At this moment, the excited voice of the little fat cat suddenly sounded in Nie Tian's mind, shouting: "I understand!"