Chapter eight hundred and first refining formation
The killing is in full swing!
After performing the Explosive God Killing Technique, the energy, essence, and even soul all around Chen Xi were tightly condensed together, as if they were boiling, roaring, and burning rapidly.
This is a terrifying technique that comes at the expense of the original essence. Originally, with his current level of cultivation and enlightenment, he was able to exert ten times his combat power and reach the supreme level of the Underworld Realm.
At this moment, his overall strength has doubled, based on ten times, and he has fully exerted nearly twenty times of terrifying combat power.
Twenty times!
What kind of terrifying combat power is this? How many people have been able to do it throughout the ages?
I'm afraid Taotie, the ancient ferocious beast who created the "Explosive God-killing Technique", would not be able to possess such heaven-defying combat power as Chen Xi when he was in the Underworld Realm!
Under such circumstances, Chen Xi's killing of these powerful men who were only at the third level of the Earth Immortal Realm was no different from chopping melons and vegetables, or killing chickens and monkeys.
Blood rained down and screams shook the sky.
Chen Xi, with white hair flying like a waterfall, holds a sword in his hand, and steps across the wasteland. Every sword strike carries with it a force that is as powerful as a broken bamboo. It is invincible and no one can challenge its edge.
And in his hand, the pitch-black and mute sword urn drank the enemy's blood, humming and buzzing as if cheering. The five divine urns on the sword's body were rotating, with billions of runes floating around, and wisps of chaotic mother energy falling like the Milky Way, accommodating creation.
The power of interpretation shook a fairy sword away and harvested heads one by one!
Ancestor Jingkong and the others were horrified and roared, with disbelief written all over their faces.
No one could have imagined that Chen Xi would be so terrifying at this moment. He was like a demon god resurrected from eternity, and no one could stop his pace.
At this moment, they were completely frightened, their bodies were trembling uncontrollably, their hair stood on end, and the souls of the dead were rising. Not to mention reorganizing the Eight Wastelands Demon-Slaying Sword Formation, even their fighting spirit to fight was being disintegrated little by little!
"How can it be!?"
"One sword kills a person. Is this thief possessed by a god?"
"Quick! This kid is too terrifying and beyond our ability to resist. Please quickly ask Senior Brother Yunzhu to take action!"
At this moment, there were only three people left, including Jingkong and other ancestors. They were like flies with their heads in chaos, screaming in anger and running away like crazy dogs, panicking like bereaved dogs.
In fact, they couldn't wait for Ancestor Yunzhu to come to the rescue and planned to abandon the formation immediately and turn around and flee.
"Want to escape? Stay here!"
Chen Xi reached out and grabbed it, opened the Jade Pendant Cave, and turned it into a black hole. He actually filled the three people in the Jingkong cave in an instant. At the same time, he also entered the Jade Pendant Cave and disappeared.
not see.
The Bahuang Demon-Suppressing Sword Formation is composed of eight fairy-level sword diagrams. It is sealed between heaven and earth and forms a realm of its own. If the three people from Jingkong are allowed to escape, although the crisis of the killing formation can be resolved, it cannot be saved.
There are no ambushes or enemies outside this killing array.
Chen Xi used the jade pendant in the cave to completely cover the three people in Jingkong, making it difficult for them to escape. As long as he killed them completely, the risk of leaving would undoubtedly be much smaller.
Whoosh!
There was a flash of black light, and the Jade Pendant Cave disappeared.
The entire world returned to tranquility, with only the strong and pungent blood floating in the void.
Outside the Demonic Sword Formation of Bahuang Town.
Ancestor Yunzhu seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the sky-covering scroll composed of eight sword pictures suspended in mid-air, with a flash of doubt in his expression.
He could clearly feel that the Bahuang Demon Suppressing Sword Formation seemed to have lost control and was operating autonomously. This was a bit strange. Could it be that something unexpected had happened inside it?
"Uncle, what did you find?" Leng Chan'er was startled on the side. She was discussing with Wen Tianshuo the details of the Taiqing Yishan Treasure Map, but suddenly found that there seemed to be something wrong with the expression of Yunzhu Patriarch.
Sheng wants to ask.
"Something's wrong."
Ancestor Yunzhu frowned, with a solemn look on his face, "According to the time calculation, with the strength of the thirteen of them, it is enough to kill the little kid at this moment, but now, there is not even a trace of movement.
And the Bahuang Demon Suppressing Sword Formation seems to have lost control."
Leng Chan'er was horrified and said in disbelief: "No way, with Master Jingkong's cultivation and theirs, even if they failed to kill Chen Xi, they would have enough time to escape. How could they suddenly give up the Bahuang Demon Suppressing Sword?"
Formation?"
Ancestor Yunzhu frowned: "Unfortunately, I can't force myself into the formation at this time, otherwise I will suffer the backlash from the formation, and the gain will not be worth the loss. Unless they clear the space and open the formation from the inside, but now it seems that it is obvious that
It’s impossible…”
"This... could it be that Chen... that boy killed everyone?" On the other side, Wen Tianshuo was also greatly shocked, his face suddenly changed, and he almost shouted out Chen Xi's name.
This was too terrifying. Even the thirteen Earth Immortal Ancestors of Tianyan Dao Sect could not bear Chen Xi's words. So wouldn't this operation be a complete failure?
If this is the case, what consequences await you?
When he thought of this, Wen Tianshuo couldn't help but feel a cold chill in his heart, and felt uneasy.
"Shut up!" Leng Chan'er scolded in a low voice: "How could it be possible that all my thirteen uncles were killed in such a short period of time? If you continue to talk nonsense, I will be the first to kill you."
Looking at Leng Chan'er's cold and angry eyes, Wen Tianshuo shivered, his face was gloomy and he was as silent as a cicada.
"The only solution for now is to wait." Ancestor Yunzhu was silent for a long time and said slowly.
Leng Chan'er was silent. She also knew that the Bahuang Demon Suppressing Sword Formation was too powerful. Even if no one was in charge of the formation, it would be extremely difficult for outsiders to enter and take the initiative. Otherwise, it would not be worthy of being called an immortal weapon.
Just as Patriarch Yunzhu said, now they can only wait outside the formation, waiting for the real result to come out within the formation.
Time passes bit by bit.
As for Leng Chan'er and Patriarch Yunzhu, their expressions became more and more solemn, even a little embarrassed.
At this time, even the other monks nearby noticed something was wrong. This duel was too long. How could it be that up to now, the winner has not been determined yet?
Could something else have happened?
At this time, everyone had even forgotten the purpose of coming here. All their minds were focused on the scroll covering the sky in mid-air, waiting quietly. The atmosphere was dull and depressing.
Boom!
After another cup of tea, just when everyone was about to lose their patience, suddenly, the Eight Desolations Demon-Slaying Sword Formation suddenly let out a violent roar, and the Immortal Gang circulated, blooming with billions of blazing brilliance.
Are you going to tell the results?
Seeing this scene, everyone present breathed heavily and stared at the Eight Desolations Demon-Slaying Sword Formation without blinking.
"It's time to regain control of the formation..." Seeing this, Leng Chan'er breathed a sigh of relief and felt relaxed all over.
"No! It's not about clearing them out!" Ancestor Yunzhu seemed to have discovered something, his skinny cheeks suddenly changed, and he said in a voiceless voice: "Someone is refining the Eight Wastelands Demon-Slaying Sword Formation!"
"What!?" Leng Chan'er's originally relieved heart suddenly shrank again, her jade face was changing, and she was horrified.
How can this be?
That was their Tianyan Dao Sect's great killing weapon, a terrifying formation composed of immortal weapons, which had always been in the hands of the leader. If Lord Bing Shitian hadn't come forward, they wouldn't have been able to borrow it, let alone use it for sacrifice!
But now, someone actually wants to refine it!
When he thought that such a set of treasures would be taken away under his nose, Leng Chan'er felt his scalp numb and his whole body shivered.
"This must not be true! How could Master Jingkong and the others just watch something like this happen? With that guy's level of cultivation, how could he possibly achieve this? This... this is a set of immortal weapons!"
Leng Chan'er seemed to be in a daze and kept mumbling.
"careful!"
Ancestor Yunzhu seemed to have noticed something, his old face changed, he reached out to grab Leng Chan'er, and the figure swept backwards. The whole movement was done in one go, almost to the extreme.
boom!
Just as the two of them dodged, in mid-air, the Eight Wastelands Suppressing Demon Sword Formation suddenly transformed into eight huge sword pictures and spread out with a burst of rapid roar!
At this moment, it was like a scorching sun suddenly splitting into pieces. The blazing light spread out and illuminated the tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers as brightly as day.
From the mountains in the distance, there were even sounds of roars of ferocious beasts, the mountains trembled, and the beasts were dormant. Even the monks near the riverbank were all horrified, and they all retreated back.
"Um?"
"Someone came out of it!"
"A person? That seems to be..."
In this panic, some monks with venomous eyes were shocked to find that a tall and slender figure suddenly walked out of the center of the Eight Desolations Demon-Slaying Sword Formation.
The dancing light and shadow and the blazing clouds made him look like a god from the upper world descending to the earth, making it difficult to see his face clearly.
However, with his appearance, the Eight Desolations Demon-Slaying Sword Formation, which turned into eight sword pictures, suddenly froze in mid-air, then turned into streams of light, disappeared between the palms of the figure, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, the blazing light between heaven and earth also disappeared and dispersed, causing heaven and earth to fall into a dark atmosphere again.
However, at this time, the morning light was very bright, and as soon as the thick darkness of night emerged, it was torn apart by a bright morning light, and a huge ray of sunshine fell.
The bright light fell on that figure, clearly reflecting his face. He was dressed in a green shirt, with a handsome and indifferent face, and his snow-white hair was flying, with an aura of chilling, condensation, and vicissitudes of life.
Almost all eyes that touched that figure shrank suddenly in unison, with a look of disbelief on their faces.
That's...Chen Xi!?
When Leng Chan'er and Patriarch Yunzhu saw that figure, their whole bodies froze immediately, and their hearts fell to the bottom for a moment. Even though they had vaguely guessed that the situation seemed to have changed, when they really saw it clearly
When he saw the face of the person who walked out of the formation, he still felt an unspeakable shock.
Chen Xi!
He is still alive!
Then... what about Junior Brother Jingkong (Uncle) and the others?
A bad premonition arose uncontrollably in the hearts of the two of them.
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PS: Today and tomorrow will be updated automatically. I am attending a wedding in Wuhan and will start to explode when I come back the day after tomorrow. Please bear with me for two days.