The Black Spirit Formation on Pingding Mountain was modified by the Zhuo family from an ancient formation. It is said that this formation was designed for hunting monsters. It has extremely strong defensive power and will trap the prey.
Those who possess the formation talisman can, in addition to attacking without damaging the formation, also be able to teleport internally and externally.
The Nascent Soul stage monks around him were constantly moving magic weapons in their hands. Six magic weapons of various colors were drawn in arcs and shuttled through the black spirit formation.
A series of dull and sharp clashing sounds came from time to time. Pan Yan's extremely burly body moved rapidly on the ground and in mid-air. The magic weapons that were shot out were either knocked away by his fists, knees and other bone joints, or
He was hard-wired by his generous backside.
He was like an extremely dexterous human shield, continuously resisting the bombardment of six magic weapons.
The leader among the monks of the four sects and three tribes is the great elder of the Demon Flame Sect, Fang Xiang. He is the person with the highest cultivation level in the field and has the middle stage of Nascent Soul. When he saw this scene, his face was extremely ugly.
Is this Nascent Soul level physical cultivation?
With his bare hands and bare hands, he used his body to resist the attacks of six Nascent Soul stage magic weapons. This kind of defensive power is probably not comparable to that of a ninth-level monster. If this guy hadn't been trying to protect Du An, none of their magic weapons would have been able to hit each other.
Fang Xiang said in a deep voice: "Don't save your magic power. Use your strongest magical power. Even a tenth-level monster has its own defense limit. I don't believe that this guy has received so many attacks without any damage to himself."
As he spoke, the power of the Nascent Soul surged in his body, and a purple-black flame emerged from his hand, turning into a long flame snake and rushing towards Pan Yan. The others all woke up from a dream and used their respective methods.
Special magical power.
The colorful spells and magic weapons were mixed together, forming a tight wave of attacks, like a meteor shower, with overwhelming power, hitting the flat top of the mountain.
Pan Yan's eyes narrowed, and the combined power of the six Nascent Soul Stages made him feel tremendous pressure.
His extremely burly body suddenly curled up sideways, with his knees bent together, his head buried between his legs, and his hands holding his calves. It was like a huge wheel of flesh and blood, floating horizontally in the sky above Duan, spinning rapidly.
The surrounding air was distorted, and with the Flesh Wheel as the core, two twisted force field vortices, one large and one small, appeared. The surrounding sand and gravel were stirred up, and a hurricane hung on this narrow platform.
The large vortex force field has its physical wheel as its core and surrounds two feet outside the body. The small vortex is in the center of the curled up physical body. On the surface of the rock-like muscles, there is also a dark yellow light film flowing, like a stream of water.
, flowing rapidly with the vortex.
A large number of meteor shower-like attacks encountered strong suction when they approached these two vortices.
Those colorful magical powers seemed to be unable to withstand the suction force and deviated away from the physical body, being sucked into the maelstrom. The astonishing twisting force inside weakened most of these magical powers.
The remaining spells then fell on the yellow light film. In addition to their strong defensive power, these light films also carried a pulling force, releasing a lot of the residual power of the spell, leaving only a small part of the power.
It hit Pan Yan's flesh and blood.
The impact of the six magic weapons was much stronger than that of magical powers. Although they were also pulled by the whirlpool, they did not deflect too much and blasted straight towards the huddled body.
But when they were half a foot closer to the flesh and blood, the small vortex in the middle erupted with an even more amazing suction force. The direction of these magic weapons was abruptly transferred, grazing the edge of the flesh and blood, and being sucked into the small vortex in the middle.
At this moment, Du An, who was under Pan Yan, chuckled. His hands were spread out in front of him, and two balls of blood-red thick poisonous gas appeared on them, and they were thrown up.
The poisonous mist with a strange smell was instantly absorbed by the vortex force field. The six magic weapons and these poisons were mixed together in Pan Yan's flesh and blood wheel, making continuous squeaking sounds.
"No, my magic weapon has been corroded!"
"mine too."
"Those are the three holy poisons of the Holy Poison Sect!"
The six Nascent Soul stage monks outside all showed gritted teeth and tried their best to control their magic weapons. At this time, Pan Yan instantly withdrew the two force fields.
These magic weapons shot out in all directions at a more violent speed. Fortunately, the magic weapons all had the marks of the magic circle on them and did not damage the black spirit formation.
However, there were only five magic weapons that flew out.
"No, my magic weapon!" Fang Xiang's expression suddenly changed and he looked forward intently.
Pan Yan's body was restored to its original shape, standing quietly on the ground. The muscles in many places on the surface of his body were broken, exposing the dark yellow bones inside.
Pan Yan didn't care about the wounds on his body. He stared at his hands. At some point, a pair of gray bone claws were attached to his thick palms, and a black square seal magic weapon was caught in them.
Lines of blood-red mist, driven by an invisible force, converged on the magic weapon from all parts of his body. The strong toxicity directly corroded the spiritual light outside it.
"Damn it! What are you doing standing still? Keep attacking!"
Fang Xiang's magic power surged, and he pinched the mysterious spell with both hands, as if he wanted to activate something.
Pan Yan smiled coldly, and the extremely domineering magic energy in his body rushed towards the undefended black square seal. The slight explosion sounds were like painful wails, and the magic weapon's aura dimmed.
Fang Xiang's natal magic weapon was severely damaged, and with his mind connected, the magic power in his body tumbled.
Right at this moment!
Behind Fang Xiang, a strong young man appeared out of thin air. His body exuded the same weird aura as Pan Yan. It was Huang Xiaoyun who had been lying in wait.
At this time, the surface of his arms was surrounded by a layer of golden light, and the palms in the front were simply clenched fists.
Streams of sharp power emerged from everywhere in the body, and continued to converge toward the front of the arm along with the stream of light, forming a golden cone-shaped sword energy more than a foot long in front of the fist.
Huang Xiaoyun's arms were like two thick long swords, thrust forward with the sharp power to tear everything into pieces.
Fang Xiang, the great elder of the Demon Flame Sect, had just been severely damaged by his magic weapon, and his body's magic power was in chaos. He had no idea that such a terrifying existence was lurking around him.
Although the demonic fire protector in the body came out and blessed the mana shield, under the attack of these two top swords, this layer of defense was like paper and was directly torn to pieces.
A six-inch Yuanying villain escaped in a panic. Before he could use his teleportation power, he bumped into an invisible force field and was immediately blasted by a bright sword energy.
The invisible force attracted the opponent's storage bracelet. Huang Xiaoyun did not stop, raising his arms, his whole body turned into a giant long sword, and rushed towards the old man surnamed Fu at the Rakshasa Gate not far away.
Old Man Fu didn't react until Fang Xiang was killed. He sensed the terrifying sharp power. His expression was extremely frightened. He quickly threw out a gray shield with flashing light, and at the same time threw a jade talisman forward.
This jade talisman turned into a ghost hand and grabbed Huang Xiaoyun.
"Zila!"
Like a rag torn apart, a hole was punched out of the ghost hand, and the gray energy seemed to have some kind of stickiness attached to the sprinting body.
Huang Xiaoyun ignored these corrosive energies, and his speed became faster and faster.
Old Man Fu's magic power rushed toward the shield in front of him desperately.
But when Huang Xiaoyun came closer, his sharp sword-like arms did not hit the shield. The bright tapered sword energy cut on the edge of the shield, and his arms actually hugged this defensive magic weapon.
At the same time, he twisted his body and kicked out a lightning-fast whip kick from the side with his right leg. The same bright tapered sword energy emerged from the toes.
This gray shield seemed to sense the owner's crisis and trembled, trying to help the owner resist the side attack, but it was tightly held by a pair of arms containing huge power and could not move.
Old Man Fu's initial Nascent Soul shield instantly shattered.
"ah!!!"
Huang Xiaoyun's mouth opened at this moment, and a piercing scream surged out, with layers of sound waves mixed with a large cloud of blood-red poisonous mist.
The sudden sonic boom made Old Man Fu's reaction a little slower, and his body was shattered into pieces by the more than 500,000 kilograms of power carried by the whip legs.
The Nascent Soul inside was directly shrouded in blood-red poisonous mist, and turned into a pool of blood amidst painful screams...