Eight hundred and sixtieth chapters from light to dark
The three passages of the Sealing Heaven Formation are extremely far apart from each other. They were designed in this way to facilitate the management of the Twelve Holy Lands and avoid being confused by other people.
The passage where Zhuo Mufeng and the others approached is in the southeast.
In the distance, an earth-shattering explosion sounded, shaking the entire passage, and one could faintly hear a wave of shouting and fighting.
"There are eight masters of the same level outside the formation. The palace master is here!" Beitangyi's eyes lit up as he landed on the hillside, and he was very excited.
Liuchen also swept the dust in his hand and said, "Headmaster is also among them."
One of the two practiced the "Sword Sea Sutra" and the other practiced the "Xuan Yang Sutra". Although they were hundreds of meters apart and were more affected by the large formation, they still clearly sensed that they came from the same source as themselves, but they were still a few points better.
breath.
Pounds, pounds, pounds...
The passage was constantly twisting and squeezing, and terrifying waves spilled in, causing earth and rocks to fly around the passage.
Before the four of Zhuo Mufeng could get closer, the passage suddenly expanded. When it expanded to tens of meters, there was a roar. Earth-shattering formation energy rolled outwards, mixed with eight different kinds of energy, but close to the human world.
The terrifying power at its peak was unleashed wantonly.
The earth seemed to be shaking, the trees were broken into flying debris, and the rocks were crushed into dust. There were also various internal forces such as swords, light and sword energy, the power of yin and yang, wind, frost, rain and snow intertwined and collided, spreading in all directions with a mind-shaking momentum and speed.
Due to the solidity of the Sealing Heaven Formation, even if all the super masters gathered together, it would be difficult to break through it. However, eight masters fought in the passage, which was equivalent to exerting force from the inside and disintegrating the formation in one fell swoop.
The sounds of fighting, screams, and weapons clashing suddenly became clearer, and a cloud of blood mist dozens of meters high rose up outside the passage, and was instantly crushed by internal forces.
The eight figures were extremely eye-catching, and the demonic energy in the sky was torn apart during the fight, and even the sun, which had not been seen for a long time, showed its face.
Zhuo Mufeng easily recognized three of them, they were Du Yuehong, Wuzhi Monk and Wanjian Yanluo from the Demon Sect.
The five masters who surrounded the three included a woman in gorgeous clothes, a white-haired veteran, a middle-aged man in brocade, an old man in gray, and an old man in exotic clothes.
The three super masters of the Demon Sect are injured. On the other hand, the other five are not only superior in numbers, but also powerful. The demonic energy of the Heavenly Puppet cannot get close at all. The advantages and disadvantages of the situation between the two sides are already obvious.
Keng!
The sword energy surged, and Beitang Yijiao shouted and killed him directly.
At the same time, the power of Xuanyang penetrated the heaven and earth. Without saying a word, Liuchen chased after him and waved his palm to join the distant battle group.
The two of them had suffered a lot of frustration and torture before, but now that the army came to their aid, their murderous intent was even stronger than that of the other five.
With three against seven, the result is self-evident, Du Yuehong and the others immediately showed the trend of defeat.
Master Jingkong recited the Buddha's name in a low voice and wanted to go up. Zhuo Mufeng saw him and stopped him in time: "Master, wait a minute!"
"What's the matter, little benefactor?"
"Master, I have something to ask of you. Can you please take me out of here without disturbing anyone?"
Master Jingkong looked at Zhuo Mufeng in surprise and confusion.
If it were anyone else, Zhuo Mufeng would never be so straightforward, but although the old monk in front of him was pedantic, he was trustworthy. Moreover, without the old monk, this matter would never have been possible.
Zhuo Mufeng said simply: "To be honest with you, Master, now that the reinforcements are coming in large numbers, the subsequent killing operations of the Demon Sect will definitely end hastily. The Twelve Holy Lands have been hit hard by this, and I am afraid that if they make a little adjustment, they will try their best to fight back.
This junior has a deep entanglement with the Dongfang family, but it is by no means as deep and meaningful as outsiders imagine. Haha, the master is the only one here, and this junior will just say it bluntly, Dongfang Changsheng only regards me as a tool to use, and with his methods, it is more likely that
Use the Sanjiang Alliance to hold me hostage and force me to submit, so I cannot be discovered by him."
Master Jingkong stared at Zhuo Mufeng blankly. Although he was not good at conspiracy, he had experienced the ups and downs of the world. He was from the Holy Land and was familiar with the temperament and skills of heroes like Dongfang Changsheng.
"So the little donor wants to take this opportunity to escape?"
"Master, can you help me?"
"I dare to ask my little benefactor, if you leave, how will the Sanjiang Alliance deal with itself?" Perhaps out of concern, Master Jingkong asked a rare question.
Zhuo Mufeng: "Master, don't worry about it now." He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Du Yuehong and the others were trying their best to escape. The war was about to come to an end, and there was not much time.
Master Jingkong was compassionate after all. Without thinking too much, he clasped his hands and said, "Since this is the request of the little benefactor, I will naturally do my best."
Zhuo Mufeng showed a slight smile, but his eyes were clear.
He had long expected that with the power that had been deployed in the Twelve Holy Lands for many years, the news would not be hidden for long, but he was still extremely shocked.
It has been less than a month since the Sealing Formation was controlled until now. Except for the Dongfang Family, the rest of the Twelve Holy Lands are in the other four dynasties. Judging from the distance between them, I am afraid that the incident has not happened for two days, and the Twelve Holy Lands
Just penetrated the magic gate and the suspected imperial defense, and received the news. This intelligence ability is too exaggerated, right?
This had to make Zhuo Mufeng re-evaluate the strength of the Twelve Holy Lands, and the already heavy pressure suddenly increased a lot.
Fortunately, he is by no means a pessimistic person. On the contrary, this incident is an opportunity, a good opportunity for him to get out of the sight of the world's warriors.
Anyway, the people from the Sanjiang Alliance and the Mozhu Gang have successfully evacuated. As long as he can leave as soon as possible, he will have a chance to get rid of the control of the Dongfang Family. From now on, he will turn from light to dark, and take advantage of the chaos and turmoil in the world to develop vigorously.
Hidden Village and Haoqimen, strengthen yourself!
Maybe in the end, without him having to rack his brains to plan ahead, the Twelve Holy Lands, the Demon Sect, and the five major imperial courts would all fight to the death and give up.
As for how the people in the world will cope with the chaos? Sorry, he only has so little ability, which is only enough to protect himself and the people he cares about. Let other people with lofty ideals worry about these important matters.
After leaving the formation, the first thing he had to do was to try his best to contact the Sanjiang Alliance. With the skill of the old witch, he should have given him a hint.
As he was sorting out his future plans in his mind, he was dragged away by Master Jingkong and rushed out of the formation at a shocking speed.
At this moment, the seven super masters in the Holy Land are frantically chasing Du Yuehong and the others, and they have no time to pay attention to this side.
The Holy Land masters who attacked along the blast passage were unable to stop Master Jingkong at all. They only saw the Buddha's light above their heads appear, and the man disappeared.
"Hey, the Buddha's Light Escape Shadow Body Technique? Isn't that the great master?"
Among the vast crowd, a master from Baoyuan Temple frowned and vaguely guessed the identity of the person just now. But with his temperament, how could he turn a blind eye to the war? Could there be something more important?
While he was puzzled, several super masters shouted loudly above his head, ordering his masters to quickly penetrate into the formation and kill the remnants of the demonic path!
The crowd began to surge, and this person had no choice but to suppress his thoughts and rush forward with the crowd.
The three passages gathered the nine super masters of the Demon Sect plus the Heavenly Puppet God General, but what they faced were sixteen super masters of the Holy Land.
That's right, sixteen!
There are currently forty-two super masters in the world. Except for the dead Helianbo and Harley, the Twelve Holy Lands still occupy twenty-six places. This also means that this time the Twelve Holy Lands can be said to be overwhelming, and all the super masters are there.
Move out!
This is also the reason why Zhuo Mufeng and others did not encounter any attacks along the way.
"Let's go!" Taoist Tianpuppet shouted in the northwest, his white hair fluttering in the strong wind, and he ran away first, looking a little embarrassed.
Ji Xin Yan Luo and Taoist Xuanyi followed closely behind, and each found a direction to disperse.
Behind them, a heroic middle-aged man connected his fingers with sword energy, forming a sunflower blooming in the sky from a distance.
This person is the head of the Dongfang family, the invincible Dongfang.
Another old man was wearing a long-sleeved toga, and his body was actually covered with thick lightning bolts. As he swung it, the lightning crackled outward and almost hit Taoist Xuanyi's right leg.
Twenty-Four Thunder Styles, the supreme martial arts of the Nangong family.
"Where to go!" A man roared angrily, holding a trident in his hand. As he waved, the three rays of red, blue, and yellow halberds were like a spiral electric drill, whizzing towards the old Taoist god.
A black shadow stopped in front of him. With a bang, the black shadow flew away. A two-inch deep and eight-inch long scar appeared on his chest. Black blood spurted out. It was none other than the Heavenly Puppet Divine General.
The Heavenly Puppet God General was unconscious, but under the control of the Heavenly Puppet Master, he also turned around and walked away.
The three people and one puppet should be grateful that the broken formation allowed them to escape from the gap. Otherwise, when the Twelve Holy Lands took control of the Sealing Heaven Formation and searched for it over and over again, they would definitely die!
At the due south position, Aunt Lei, Yao Wu and Nu Yan Luo are in a similar situation.
Aunt Lei, who was the worst in martial arts, was even used by the enraged master of the Shenbing Pavilion to cut off the iron crutch that had accompanied her in battles for many years with the Shenbing Pavilion's magic weapon - the four-star nine-wheel sword. If she hadn't hid quickly, she would have almost died.
Half of the head was cut off.
The three people here had the weakest overall strength and were unable to escape. In the end, they were trapped by six super masters from the Twelve Holy Lands.
Just when the three of them were desperate, a woman in white suddenly arrived. She remembered her master's instructions and finally chose to help, opening a breakthrough.
"Yan Yiqing!" A man who looked to be in his fifties narrowed his eyes and had a hazy phantom energy all over his body. He was Xiong Mozhou, the master of the Great Fantasy Mountain.
I saw phantom energy floating around him, like magma erupting suddenly, and the aftermath spread. Some of the Holy Land masters who attacked from below couldn't help but feel dizzy, and hallucinations appeared in front of their eyes.
However, as soon as this terrifying phantom came within ten feet of the woman in white, it was immediately melted by the holy light emanating from her body, leaving no trace of it on her body.
Seeing Aunt Lei and the other two people walking away, the woman in white flew past, leaving behind phantoms in the air that even the six super masters of the Holy Land could not catch.
"From a demon to a saint, this woman has actually mastered the art of transforming demons to such an extent?" Master Jialuo, the master of Tantric Buddhism, murmured.
Xiong Mozhou, the master of the Great Fantasy Mountain, had an ugly face and murderous intent boiling in his eyes.
Some Holy Land masters who were originally hiding in the Sealing Formation finally jumped out one after another when they saw the reinforcements.
A middle-aged man in tattered clothes, but unable to hide his handsomeness, looked at the horizon in the direction of the woman in white, his face full of pain and sorrow: "Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing, it's you..."