Chapter 592: The Twelve Celestial Gods and Demons Formation
Zhu Yan had just defeated the remaining soul of Xing Tian, and his power was at its peak.
Provoked by Bai Qi at this moment, he became even more furious, and immediately swung the black stick in his hand to chop down at Bai Qi's head.
Xing Tian's remaining soul was destroyed, and Bai Qi suffered backlash, leaving him no room to fight back.
But since this man could become a killing god, his willpower is naturally incomparable to that of ordinary people.
He knelt on one knee, with only one blood-red eye showing from between his loose hair, looking at Zhu Yan with murderous intent.
His whole body remained motionless, and he showed no intention of dodging at all.
"boom!"
The black stick came crashing down on his head with a whistling sound.
Just as the stick was about to smash Bai Qi's brains, well, he had no body, just a resurrected soul.
In short, when Bai Qi was about to follow in Xing Tian's footsteps and be smashed to death by Zhu Yan, Ao Jiu suddenly raised his hand to stop him: "Wait!"
He keenly sensed that as Xing Tian's shadow dissipated, the dragon vein power deep in the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor was fluctuating violently.
The next moment, the earth suddenly shook violently.
A majestic aura rose from the ground into the sky, tearing through the clouds and penetrating the sky!
At the same time, the mountains around Mount Li collapsed, revealing a series of bronze statues buried deep underground.
Twelve bronze men, each hundreds of feet tall, slowly rose from all directions, and every step they took made the earth tremble.
They are wearing armor, holding long spears, and have cold expressions, just like the real Terracotta Warriors resurrected!
This is the legendary "Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation".
This formation was originally one of the killing formations used by the Wu Clan to suppress the world. Only those with the same bloodline as the Wu Clan can truly control it.
Zhu Yan suddenly stopped his movements, his pupils suddenly shrank: "This is... the Twelve Capitals of Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation?!"
There was disbelief in its voice, "How could the legendary killing formation used by the Wu clan to fight against the demon clan appear here?"
Ao Jiu did not answer, but slowly opened his eyes, with golden light flowing in his eyes, staring at the core area deep in Mount Li that was obscured by mysterious power.
His divine sense repeatedly washed over the core area shrouded in fog like a tide, but was unable to touch it at all.
This feeling of powerlessness made him frown.
You know, with his cultivation level of a quasi-saint soul, the ordinary secrets of heaven were just like a thin veil in front of him, but now it was like hitting an indestructible wall of iron.
"The one who can hide from my detection is definitely not an ordinary person."
He murmured to himself, with some guess in his mind.
Zhu Yan held up the big stick, his face completely gloomy.
It stared at the twelve bronze statues intently, gritting its teeth and saying, "I heard that this so-called First Emperor has been dead for more than 2,000 years, and he still wants to be resurrected. No one would believe that there is no witch clan behind this!"
Ao Jiu looked solemn and whispered a name: "Hou Tu."
As the twelve bronze men fully appeared, he could finally see the witch runes engraved on the bronze men's armor. Those runes were written with dragon blood as ink, and they were strangely resonating with the underground dragon veins.
The twelve giant statues are like twelve dragon-locking nails, turning the entire Mount Li into a cage to suppress the dragon veins.
What frightened him even more was that as the twelve bronze men moved, the underground aura leaked out, allowing him to detect many secrets.
"I see."
Ao Jiu had a complicated expression. "The body of the human emperor, the soul of the witch clan, and the blood of the dragon clan. What a conspiracy."
His thoughts couldn't help but return to the ancient secrets that the Dragon Emperor had mentioned.
In ancient times, the Dragon Clan and the Witch Clan seemed to have reached some kind of unknown agreement.
Now it seems that the First Emperor was most likely the product of this transaction and an important chess piece placed by the Wu Clan in the human world.
The person behind this is most likely the goddess Hou Tu, who is in charge of the six realms of reincarnation!
“No wonder after the Yellow Emperor, the Wu Clan was almost completely destroyed, but they were still able to leave such a layout on Blue Star.”
Ao Jiu murmured in a low voice, "It turns out that they have already prepared a retreat."
He finally understood why the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor had such a tight seal and blessing of fortune.
All of this is waiting for this moment to come.
The First Emperor is resurrected, and the Witch Clan returns!
Just as he was thinking about it, the ground suddenly shook violently, and spider-web-like cracks spread rapidly.
"boom!"
The twelve bronze men simultaneously thrust their spears into the ground. Black and red mist rose madly along the weapons and condensed into the shadow of the ancestor witch Dijiang in the air.
Ao Jiu clearly felt that the laws of space were distorting. The earth energy of the entire Mount Li was forcibly incorporated into the formation circulation, forming a terrifying energy vortex.
Zhu Yan's stick ignited a demonic fire, but under the pressure of the evil aura emanating from the formation, it made a crackling sound, as if it would go out at any time.
"This great formation is devouring the vitality within a hundred miles. It is clearly trying to seize the fortune of heaven and earth and revive itself!"
A trace of solemnity flashed across Zhu Yan's eyes, and the big stick in his hand was slightly eager to try.
One Xing Tian is enough for it to deal with, and if a few more great witches come, how can it get away with anything?
It is better to strike first and break the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation first!
Unfortunately, just as it was about to make a move, the twelve bronze men seemed to have noticed it and looked at it in unison.
The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation also instantly condensed into a huge phantom that spanned the sky and the earth.
The phantom stood in the void, and at first glance it seemed as if it was standing tall and upright. A huge axe in its hand cut through the void, making Zhu Yan's scalp numb.
Can't move!
If you move, you will die!
A sense of enlightenment arose in Zhu Yan's heart.
That phantom should be the phantom of Pangu condensed by the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation. It would be difficult for Zhu Yan to resist this formation alone.
It was so angry that its teeth were itching and its bloodshot eyes were staring at Mount Li below with endless resentment.
"You are such a good Qin Shi Huang! When you come out, I will see if I can beat you to death with one blow of my stick!"
Zhu Yan held the stick in anger, muttering softly.
Ao Jiu glanced at it speechlessly and shook his head.
Now that the mountains and seas are about to be unsealed, the demon clan will soon re-emerge, so it is normal for the witch clan, which is opposed to them, to want to make a comeback.
Logically speaking, he should have prevented the First Emperor from resurrecting, but considering the dragon clan's layout, he was less inclined to take action.
Just as Ao Jiu was deep in thought, dozens of figures landed one after another from all around Mount Li.
Zhang Tianshi arrived first with his feet on the Sword of Slaying Evil, his Taoist robe rustling in the strong wind.
"Ninth Prince, what is going on?"
Zhang Tianshi saw the twelve huge bronze men from afar and asked hurriedly when he got closer.
"The Twelve Celestial Gods and Demons Formation. This First Emperor is likely to have the blood of the Wu Clan."
Ao Jiufeng said calmly.
"What?"
Zhang Tianshi was shocked when he heard this, "The First Emperor is from the witch clan?"
Wu Yunzi also came over, his beard trembling: "So, Bai Qi is also from the Wu clan? No wonder, no wonder they can be resurrected after more than two thousand years."
Zhang Tianshi frowned and asked, "What do you think, fellow Taoists?"
Wu Yunzi stroked his beard and pondered, "The First Emperor unified the six kingdoms, built the Great Wall, and made great contributions to the people of the world. If he could come back, it might not be a bad thing."
"What if his personality changes drastically and he is no longer the first emperor you think he is?"
Ao Jiu asked back calmly.
Wu Yunzi was stunned for a moment, then his face became serious: "Then we can only ask the First Emperor to be buried again!"
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