Take command." The 'Tongtian Cult Leader' was not polite. He thought for a while and slowly spoke, "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 of them.
The first method is to break the formation base, and the second... can only rely on
So 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 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] youth standing next to him looked worried and said: "Old... ancestors, 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 Society 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 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'm 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.
Heading directly to the sky above the Emperor Burial Valley...