In the Broken Kingdom, the aura of Tiangang's thirty-six formations dimmed at some point. Huge war boats with a length of two hundred feet were suspended above the original thirty-six formation nodes.
Countless immortal cultivators, like hard-working bees, kept going back and forth between the formation nodes and the Tiangang battle boat, moving this extremely powerful god-level formation to the battle boat.
The great monks who were in charge also flew to the war boat at this time, activating the magic disk and checking the transfer of the formation. Abbot Zhiyuan, a strong man, patrolled between each war boat, stimulating the vitality of heaven and earth from time to time, adjusting
in detail.
At the same time, eight immortal cultivators stood on a thick spiritual cloud high in the sky.
The burly man at the head is none other than Lu Kun, who has entered the Zang Yuan stage, and behind him are all the powerful pseudo-gods of the human race.
These seven pseudo-gods did not pay attention to the Tiangang war boat below, nor did they observe the magic mist. Instead, they stared blankly at their palms. In each of their palms, there was a fist-sized ball of golden blood suspended.
It not only exudes an extremely violent will, but also a special energy similar to the true essence of the gods.
After a moment of silence, Mo Qing couldn't help but said: "Pavilion Master Lu, is this the treasure you said can withstand the attack of the devil?"
The other pseudo-gods also looked at Lu Kun.
Half a year ago, after the Pavilion Master Lu successfully broke through, in addition to saying that he had the power to suppress the Demon King, he also said that he could refine a temporary defensive magic weapon that could reach multiple attacks from the Demon King and greatly increase their defense power.
If there are such defensive treasures, they can focus most of their energy on offense. With the help of the Tiangang Formation and the Tongtian Lingbao, they can entangle or even suppress the five demon kings.
But these pseudo-gods didn't expect that the temporary defensive magic weapon the other party was talking about turned out to be a ball of his blood essence.
Lu Kun said coldly: "This is the special power of flesh and bone armor for physical cultivation. Every ball of blood in your hands was refined by Lu using his soul."
"It took me half a year to recover the God Unit alone. If I didn't want to save your lives, I could have started the war half a year ago."
"Armor of flesh and bone?"
"The physical cultivation and soul are condensed?"
Everyone looked even more confused. They could understand it because there was a breath of violent will in it, but it was obviously a ball of essence and blood. What did it have to do with armor.
Lu Kun said calmly: "This mass of blood and bone armor needs to be in contact with the flesh and skin before it can be fully unfolded. You first remove your inner armor, and then place it on the back of your neck. Don't use your true energy and soul to repel it, it will change.
It becomes armor to protect your fragile body."
Hearing what Lu Kun said, Gu Deming hesitated for a moment, a spiritual light flashed in his body, and he seemed to put away his inner armor, and then patted the golden blood ball in his hand to the back of his neck.
"hiss……"
His pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt countless tiny tentacles stuck on the spine of the back of his neck, and then a layer of warm liquid surged toward his torso and limbs as if it had special life.
Although Gu Deming wore a robe, because he did not use his spiritual consciousness to cover it, everyone could clearly see that a layer of pale golden armor covered his entire body like flowing water.
This layer of armor looks like some kind of bone material, which is very hard, and there is a curved rune on it that no one has ever seen before.
Gu Deming looked at his body with some curiosity. According to his perception, the armor was divided into two layers: the outer layer was hard bone armor, and the inner layer was soft and elastic flesh and blood.
A trace of violent will mixed with the power of qi and blood is concentrated in the flesh and blood layer, while the energy that seems to be true energy is in the bone layer.
Gu Deming could clearly feel that both the violent will and the special energy inside were higher than his endless will and true essence.
Although the true essence in his body is somewhat afraid of the energy in the armor, it can still operate freely, and his soul is not affected at all.
Just when everyone was observing this layer of golden armor, Lu Kun's voice came: "It contains the energy unique to the body cultivator of the gods. According to Lu's calculation, it can withstand at least ten attacks from the Demon King. Even the Demon Emperor's melee attack
It can withstand four or five rounds of attacks."
These pseudo-gods looked at the golden blood mass in their hands suspiciously. How could such a mass of blood have such terrifying defensive power?
At this moment, a solid white halo fist suddenly appeared outside Gu Deming's body, and struck Gu Deming's chest with lightning speed.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the robe of the Taixuanzong god transformed into pieces, and he stood in place covered in golden light. It seemed that the terrifying attack of this spirit transformation had no impact on him at all.
"this……"
Everyone was first shocked by Lu Kun's void condensation attack, and after seeing the next scene, the expressions on their faces froze.
"Unscathed?"
"Is the defense so terrible?"
Gu Deming's face under the golden armor was even more astonishing. The real energy in his body surged, and with a wave of one hand, several lines of Yuan Qi transformed into cyan sword energy and emerged outside his body, blasting towards the armor.
"Dangdangdang..."
After a few crisp sounds, the sword energy dissipated. The golden bone armor remained unchanged, but the energy inside, which was like true energy, became less.
"Time is running out, get everything equipped."
After hearing this, these people no longer hesitated. As for the female cultivators like Fairy Beihan and Xue Bihua, although they murmured in their hearts, they still put the blood essence on the back of their necks like the others.
Next, the skin surface of each pseudo-god was covered with this layer of flesh and bone armor, and the golden armor on the head turned into a ghostly face mask similar to theirs under Lu Kun's urging.
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"As long as you use your soul to communicate with the violent will on the back of your neck, the flesh and bone armor can turn back into a blood mass. Remember to return it to Lu after the battle."
"I'm going to make preparations first. When Tiangang Thirty-Six Formation is transferred, use the transmission talisman to notify me."
After saying that, the air outside his body was slightly distorted, and his whole body rose into the sky, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.
These pseudo-gods carefully felt the magical power of Lu Kun's flesh and bone armor. Although the feeling of flesh and blood sticking to the skin was a bit strange, they felt an inexplicable sense of security.
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At the edge of the formation, the formation of a Tiangang battle boat has been engraved. Hundreds of monks in the Danjie stage are in the cabin, debugging the formation together with several monks in the Nascent Soul stage.
In the front section of the war boat, Yue Longfei stood side by side with a short old man with light blond hair. Behind him stood Dugu Yiming and thirty-six disciples of Tianjian Pavilion.
Among these disciples, half were in physical cultivation of Sword Body Technique and half were in sword cultivation of Demonic Sword Art. They were all at the middle stage of pill formation or above. They did not participate in the debugging of the formation, but stood quietly in groups of two.
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The blond old man held an array plate with complex patterns in his hand and said with a little regret: "Unfortunately, Xue's task this time is to preside over the large array. Otherwise, he would have wanted to do it himself and meet these devil bastards for a while."
Yue Longfei said sternly: "The real threat is to the strong ones at the level of demon kings. Fellow Daoist Xue's battle is much more important than those demon generals."
"It's just using formations to cooperate with Senior Transformation God. How can it be as exciting as fighting in person."
The blond old man's eyes flashed with fighting spirit and said: "Xue thinks he is not weak. Last time he and Brother Yue briefly competed, but there was no winner. If you can participate in the battle, you can compete with Brother Yue to see who is better.
Many demon generals were killed."
Yue Longfei shook his head and said: "Yue's mission this time is not to deal with the demon general, but to prevent the demon king from attacking the Tiangang war boat."
"Beware of the Demon King?"
The blond old man looked surprised. He looked at Yue Longfei carefully and said: "Brother Yue, although your cultivation has reached the peak of a great monk and you have some sharpness, you may not be able to withstand the attack of the devil."
Yue Longfei said: "If it were in other places, Yue would naturally not be able to catch the Demon King's blow, but within the nodes of this metallic formation, Yue's ethereal sword energy can exert its maximum power."
The blond old man said in disbelief: "Void Spirit Sword Qi! How is it possible? You are not even a pseudo-god. How can you master the magical power of the sword?"
Yue Longfei chuckled and said: "Yue was able to use the imitation spirit treasure and the pavilion master's magical power to perform it several times. It is not considered his own cultivation. In addition to Yue, there are also colleagues holding imitation spirit treasures in the surrounding war boats.
, they are all to guard against the devil.”
The blond old man was stunned and said: "Doesn't it mean that there are no great monks to participate in the battle of the demon generals? Who will deal with those later demon generals?"
Yue Longfei looked at Dugu Yiming behind him, and said in an arrogant tone: "Of course, our Body Refining Pavilion will deal with it."
The blond old man was about to say something, but at this moment, the array disk in his hand suddenly lit up, and the other thirty-five Tiangang war boats in the distance seemed to echo each other, and colorful forbidden auras appeared at the same time.
"The transfer of Tiangang Thirty-Six Formations was successful!"
The blond old man looked in the direction of the magic mist and said: "The next step is for Senior Transformation God to cast a spell to destroy the magic mist..."
Yue Longfei looked up at the sky and said slowly: "Fellow Daoist Xue, it is not Senior Transformation God, but our Pavilion Master who personally destroyed the magic mist and kicked off the war."
"Lord Pavilion Master Lu? The demonic mist is so vast. I heard it was an illusion magic circle arranged by the demon clan across the border. How could Pavilion Master Lu destroy it alone..."
The blond old man was confused when he heard this. He muttered and looked high into the sky following Yue Longfei.
"Hey, what is that..."
At this time, the other immortal cultivators on the Tiangang Battle Boat also discovered something, and they all looked up at the sky.
I saw a fiery red meteorite appearing in the high sky at some point. The air on its surface was twisted, and it was surrounded by blazing flames produced by high-speed friction with the air.
"Rumble..."
Accompanied by the sound of explosive air friction, the vitality of heaven and earth for hundreds of miles around seemed to be affected by something, turning into black and white haloes of light, rapidly converging towards the meteorite.
When the two kinds of vitality energy came within one foot of the meteorite, they turned directly into pure gold, exuding an extremely terrifying pressure of vitality, dyeing the meteorite into a ball of golden light, as dazzling as the sun in the sky.
"Buzz..."
Immediately afterwards, a dull explosion sounded, and the golden energy around the meteorite rolled violently, as if it had grown two wings, extending to both sides.
Ten feet, twenty feet, forty feet... sixty feet.
In just one or two breaths, two extremely solid golden blades grew on both sides of the extraterrestrial meteorite, and then a terrifying force arose inside the meteorite and began to spin.
The two huge sword lights formed a spiral. As the meteorite fell, its rotation speed became faster and faster, and in an instant it turned into a golden whirlwind with a diameter of more than 120 feet.
The air and golden halo were twisted inside, containing extremely terrifying stirring power. There were even slight cracks in the space where it passed.
The thousands of immortal cultivators on the thirty-six war boats were all silent, staring blankly at the behemoth in the sky.
This golden meteorite whirlwind seemed to come from nine days away, dragging a thick blue tail flame and falling towards the thick magic mist...