The face of Yongye, shrouded in twilight, twitched clearly.
"One Qi transforms into the Three Pure Ones?"
The two beings above the ninth level exclaimed in unison.
They were stunned.
But Yunsheng didn't.
Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, his original body and three clones scattered in an instant.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!
Four figures stood in four directions, thousands of meters apart from each other, instantly surrounding the eternal night and sorrow.
The next moment.
A sticky, sluggish feeling appeared out of nowhere in this area.
Invisible, extreme murderous intent floats and grows from nothingness.
Yongye's face changed drastically.
The pitch-black asphalt vortex was also surging and stirring, trying to escape.
But it's too late.
Under the feet of the four Yunshengs, four ancient altars emerged out of thin air in the chaotic void.
Yunsheng in green clothes raised his hand and hung a sword that exuded infinite sharpness on the "East" altar.
The old Taoist Yunsheng flicked his whisk and hung a sword that exuded the meaning of destruction and end on the "West" altar.
The scholar Yunsheng waved his feather fan and hung a sword that implied imprisonment on the altar in the "South".
The swordsman Yunsheng stood with his hands behind his back, hanging a sword representing the power of change and killing on the altar in the "North".
boom--!
The four altars shone brightly, and four sword energies that pierced the sky and the earth shot up into the sky, stirring up endless chaos.
The space twisted and folded under the sword energy, and eventually turned into a gray independent world.
In this world, murderous intent is everywhere and sword energy is rampant.
"Zhu Xian Sword Formation?"
The layers of sorrow and pain all broke off, trembling and fear that could not be concealed.
"Zhu Xian Sword Formation..."
Yongye's body became illusory in a trance, and he muttered to himself.
The formation is complete, and murderous intent is imminent.
clang!
From the eastern altar, an unstoppable and sharp sword energy shot out, slashing straight through the vortex of sorrow and misery.
The vortex stirred wildly, and the asphalt substance piled up layer by layer, turning into layers of sticky and filthy barriers.
Swish!
Dozens of barriers were easily torn apart, and the sword energy cut into the core of the vortex, bringing up a large amount of boiling black matter.
clang!
At the western altar, billions of tiny platinum sword energies came rushing in, shrouding the area in eternal night.
Yongye came back to his senses, and a black veil spread around his body to protect himself.
Puff puff puff!
The black veil was pierced with countless holes, and his body was also cut with wounds by the sword energy.
clank!
Red light flows and black gas rises.
The sword energy came from all directions, endless and without beginning or end.
He fought madly against the eternal night and sorrow, using every possible means, but he was still covered in wounds, and his breath kept slipping away.
However, as time goes by.
As he resisted the sword energy again and again.
They gradually calmed down.
Yongye blocked a dark sword energy, and Twilight's brows gradually furrowed.
Beside him, sorrow spoke before him.
The overlapping voices were full of doubts.
"No, this sword formation has form but no spirit!"
After a pause, he said decisively: "This is a fake!"
Yongye nodded, as if waking up, and his voice was no longer slow.
"Indeed, perhaps, it is the same as the so-called 'Pangu Banner' you have seen."
"It's either a fake or a remnant!"
"There is absolutely no chance that a treasure of this level will ever exist in the world!"
"Fortunately..." Sad and frightened, he spoke slowly, "This formation can hurt us, but it can't kill us."
"My Lord, you and I will join forces to defend, and we just need to hold on until Yunsheng is exhausted!"
Yongye nodded again, and his scarred body suddenly collapsed.
Endless black gauze rolled and entangled with the dark vortex.
With the two defenses combined, the damage of the sword energy was indeed greatly reduced.
While breathing a sigh of relief, Yongye couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you say that everything is under control?"
Sadness: "My Lord, it was just a small accident."
Yongye: "What should we do outside? Without our numerical advantage, we won't be able to deal with the high-level humans anytime soon!"
Sadness: "It's okay, there is still a backup plan."
Yongye: "Then use it quickly!"
He laughed bitterly twice and suddenly raised his voice.
The layers of sound were so loud that they shook the passage and rolled into the distance.
“Zhang Heming——!!!”
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