This formation is the same as the trapped god formation set up by Yuan Shengtian before.
Being able to refine people into formations can be said to be killing people invisible.
And this formation is condensed by the little saint son of the ancient saint clan, and it can be opened by a hundred people!!
The young man in the field is Feng Wushang who comes from all nations.
He was the first to open the Imperial Tomb.
Because of the bloodline guidance, the inheritance was obtained almost as quickly as possible, but during the process of refining the inheritance, the geniuses of these ancient saints rushed forward.
Although the inheritance was still with me, it was trapped and sealed by the divine formation before it was completely refined.
But Feng Wushang persisted until now.
But thanks to those passionate Kyushu geniuses.
In front of the Trapped God Formation, there are still more than a hundred people struggling to support themselves.
Among these people are geniuses from the nine major powers.
There are also Snow Swordsmen who have joined the Heavenly Sword Shen Zongfu.
These people are all people who have not been able to participate in the Life Soul Continent.
They were originally the geniuses from various major sects who stayed in Kyushu to continue their bloodlines.
But now that we are trapped here, the situation is not optimistic.
Feng Wushang, on the other hand, was sealed in the Entrapment Formation and suffered extremely.
At this time, a roaring sound came from outside the hall.
The crowd of the Ancient Saints showed a cold expression: "Have you heard this voice? Don't expect people outside to save you. Everything is over."
"Boy, be a good boy and be refined by us!!"
"The inheritance of the Imperial Mausoleum is not something a waste like you can possess."
Feng Wushang is just in the middle heaven position.
Most of the ancient saints who entered here are at the peak of the God King, or even at the half-step level.
In their eyes, the Divine Martial Realm in the middle heaven position is just rubbish!!
But this kind of garbage has been inherited by the War Emperor!!
The Ancient Saints take this matter very seriously.
So they were bound to win the War Emperor's inheritance, but now that a situation has arisen, they had no choice but to seize the inheritance. Although a lot of time was wasted, the formation of a hundred people was enough to make that kid easy to capture.
"If you don't want them to die, then hand over the inheritance!!"
The group of Kyushu geniuses who protected Feng Wushang had almost exhausted their strength.
Although the people led by Xue Zhongjian fought tooth and nail to kill the enemy.
But there is also a big gap between them and the Ancient Saints.
Although Feng Wushang is trapped in the formation, he is refining the inheritance. As long as he can refine the inheritance, he is sure to kill all the enemies, but at the same time, the trapped god formation is also refining his body.
It's like racing against death.
Whoever can achieve the goal first will be the winner.
But Feng Wushang did not expect that the descendants of the so-called ancient sages would use such shameless methods to force him to submit.
More than a hundred people were unable to compete with their army of ancient saints.
Moreover, there was that loud noise just now.
Presumably the Kyushu humans in the outer hall have been killed.
Everyone looked extremely embarrassed.
"What's your name?" Xue Zhongjian looked at Feng Wushang.
"Feng Wushang, I come from all nations."
"Are you from all nations?"
"Yeah." Feng Wushang nodded.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect to see people from my hometown. I am also from all nations. Do you know Tianjian Mountain?"
Feng Wushang nodded: "I know."
"Are they okay?" Xue Zhongjian has devoted himself to practicing since he came to Kyushu and has not been back for many years.
"Okay, very good."
"That's good!!"
The sword in the snow walked out, and with every step he took, snowflakes bloomed. He was now in the great heaven, and there was still some time before he was the king of gods.
But his sword intention has the power of will.
If Tianjian Mountain had not asked Tianji or Chentian back then, the talent of Sword in the Snow would definitely have been the strongest.
But even so, Sword in the Snow still found its own way, condensed the soul of the sword to awaken, and reached the point of will.
He didn't have any adventures like Chentian and Wentianji.
Everything he has comes from hard work step by step.
"Wushang, how much more time do you need?"
"The refining inheritance is too long, but if you give me another half hour, I will definitely be stronger than them!!!" Feng Wushang was only in the middle heaven position when he came, but now he can feel his power growing a little bit
Adapt to the inheritance of the War Emperor!!
The blood in his body begins to burn, and it only takes half an hour for him to refine part of his inheritance and achieve a complete breakthrough!
He had a very strong premonition.
None of these people will be my opponent!!
"Half an hour?" Xue Zhongjian glanced at the sword in his hand. It was a sword with the power of ice that the master of Tianjian Shenzong Palace asked the forging master to forge for him, named Jingxue.
This sword is like its own life, and the sword in the snow takes great care of it.
"Okay, half an hour, I'll fight for this half hour for you."
The sword in the snow comes forward.
He not only wants to protect Feng Wushang, but also protects everyone here.
He doesn’t want to be in the limelight, nor does he want to be a hero, all he wants to do is protect the word!!
Because he knows that Kyushu is already in decline, and he must ensure that the last bloodline of the Five Emperors can stay in Kyushu!!!
"Hahaha!!"
"You are so powerful that you want to hold on in our hands for half an hour?"
"What state do you think we are in?"
"Haha, no need to bother you, it's just a big heaven, I can come." A person walked out.
He is from the Zhuo family.
His name is Zhuo Yingjun.
I don't know what happened to the two geniuses of the Zhuo family, and they were imprisoned by the Zhuo family. But because of this, the responsibility of the Zhuo family fell on him.
This is simply a God-given opportunity.
A great heavenly position, he did not take it seriously. This was an opportunity to show off in front of the ancient saints.
"Okay, let us see the strength of the Zhuo family's geniuses."
The Zhuo family is a wealthy family in the Holy Land, second only to the Tong family.
Like the Jun family, they are all descendants of the emperor's bloodline.
Zhuo Yingjun is also a genius second only to Zhuo Yihang and below Zhuo Feifan.
Of course, to a certain extent, he may be stronger than Zhuo Yihang, because he is insidious enough.
"Boy, you alone are not enough to make the young masters of the Ancient Saint Clan take action. Come on, I can destroy you with one hand."
He is in the realm of God King.
Even though he is a lower-ranking god king, he is not comparable to the great gods.
"You really embarrass the Zhuo family!!"
"What did you say!!" Zhuo Yingjun was furious.
"Isn't it?"
"I once had the honor to meet Zhuo Yihang. He is the real genius of the Zhuo family. I can't see a trace of the Zhuo family's integrity in you." Xue Zhongjian said coldly.
"court death!!"
Zhuo Yingjun was furious, and the bloodline of the Zhuo family broke out.
The fighting power went berserk in an instant.
"This is the power of the Zhuo family's bloodline!!"
the crowd exclaimed.
The power of their bloodline can instantly increase a person's cultivation level.
Zhuo Yingjun is the sword spirit.
And it’s a mutated martial spirit.
His sword is red.
Greatly enhanced combat power.
"Red Flame Sword Martial Spirit!!"
"My flaming sword spirit can burn everything, and with the blood of my Zhuo family, you will definitely die!!" Zhuo Yingjun wanted to kill the enemy with one blow.
He has the confidence to do it.
The sword in the snow remains unmoved.
The red flame sword martial spirit attacks.
A cold light flashed in his eyes.
Although his kendo talent is not as good as Wentianji and Chentian, there is no doubt that Xue Zhongjian is still a kendo genius!!
Snow flashed in his hand.
At that moment, the sky was full of wind and snow.
This sword changed the environment.
The entire hall was covered in ice and snow.
"One step to freeze!!"
One step out.
The chill is coming.
It only takes an instant to freeze the opponent in the ice and snow.
This is not Xue Ji swordsmanship, but Xue Zhongjian grew up in Tianjian Mountain in the ice and snow, and he has a special liking for snow.
The sword technique he created can freeze everything.
An icy chill swept through the hearts of the crowd.
"hateful!!"
Zhuo Yingjun is not mediocre.
He broke through the ice and snow and burned the red flame sword spirit.
Terrifying flames swept across.
The sword in the snow strikes out, confronting it head-on, the power of ice and fire clashing.
But the sword in the snow just resisted without any intention of fighting back.
Zhuo Yingjun couldn't attack for a long time, and he was extremely angry.
He wanted to kill the person in front of him, but his ice sword stretched like a river for three thousand miles, giving him a sense of powerlessness!!
The sword in the snow was both strong and soft. Although it failed to defeat Zhuo Yingjun, it still had the upper hand.
"He's stalling for time!!"
"Zhuo Yingjun, if you can't do it, get out of here!!" The group of people from the Ancient Saint Clan could see that their opponent was stalling for time.
"No, I can, give me one more minute!!"
Zhuo Yingjun burst out with his strongest strength.
With his crazy attacks, the flames continued to spread.
The sword in the snow remains silent.
Although the sword intention left blood marks on his body, he didn't care at all.
He still used the Ice Sword Spirit to fight against the opponent's Red Flame Sword Spirit.
"Enough!!"
Suddenly, a powerful man from the Ancient Saint Clan who was at the peak of the God King Realm took action.
A palm fell and hit Xue Zhongjian's body.
The sword in the snow spat out blood, and the blow was very serious.
Zhuo Yingjun didn't dare to speak and retreated obediently. He originally wanted to show off, but he didn't expect to lose face.
"Brother Snow!!!"
Everyone was shocked.
"Don't come over!!" Xuezhongjian shouted and straightened his body again.
"Oh, you're not dead?" The little Saint Son, who was at the peak of the God-King realm, was still alive after one blow, which was beyond his expectation.
"However, you should know that you are no match for me. You can't hold on for half a minute in my hands!!"
"Half an hour, dreaming!!"
"I know I'm no match for you, but so what!!"
"If you're not an opponent, is that a reason to retreat?" Xue Zhongjian's eyes were firm.
"court death!!!"
Snow Sword stepped forward fearlessly.
"Brother Xue, you don't have to." Feng Wushang was shocked.
"Brother Wushang, you will avenge me, right?" Sword in the Snow I smiled slightly, and the next second, the whole space was covered with snow.
The sword intent in the sword's hand in the snow seemed to be burning.
Blossoming ice flowers bloom in the cold snow.
The sword in Sword in the Snow seems to be blooming to the extreme!
A burst of ice sword intent was condensed in an instant!!
The sharp sword blooming in the ice and snow, burning his soul of life!!
"This is the Sword Domain!!" The exclamation echoed throughout the entire hall. (To be continued) bdshare();