Miao Zhen was trapped in the formation, and felt that the surrounding space and time were changing unpredictably, with the fairy light and mist dazzling her eyes.
Behind him, Daoji was chasing closely like a shadow, his speed as fast as lightning; in front, the Primordial Saint, holding a staff, rushed over fiercely.
In an instant, Miaozhen found herself in a desperate situation with a powerful enemy in front and pursuers behind.
However, this is not the worst-case scenario.
Just then, several dazzling beams of celestial light suddenly shone from all directions, and then several saintly figures slowly emerged from the celestial light.
These saints were all highly skilled and each possessed a variety of incredibly powerful magical artifacts.
They cooperated seamlessly, joining Daoji and the previous Primordial Saint to surround Miaozhen, and simultaneously launched a fierce attack, bombarding Miaozhen like a tidal wave.
In an instant, the formation flashed with light and exuded powerful energy, and the entire world formed by the formation seemed to be enveloped by this fierce battle.
Faced with such a dense and powerful offensive, Miaozhen had nowhere to hide.
Fortunately, a Yin-Yang Bell hung high above her head. The divine light emanating from this bell contained boundless protective power.
As the numerous attacks approached, before they could even touch Miaozhen's body, they were dispelled and dissolved into nothingness by the innate Yin-Yang divine light emanating from the precious bell.
However, although the Yin-Yang Bell successfully withstood the enemy's first combined attack, it also faced enormous pressure.
The bell began to shake violently, as if it might fall at any moment.
Clearly, even though the Yin-Yang Bell had extremely strong defensive capabilities, it was now struggling to withstand the combined attack of everyone, teetering precariously above Miaozhen's head, its situation extremely precarious.
Miao Zhen let out a muffled groan, and then a cloud of auspiciousness, about an acre in size, suddenly rose from the void above her head!
The celestial light within the auspicious clouds flowed like a curtain being drawn back, firmly catching the rapidly descending Yin-Yang Bell.
As the clouds above Qingyun surged forth like a tide, constantly washing over the Yin-Yang Bell, the bell, which had been teetering on the verge of collapse, gradually stabilized and regained its former power.
At the same time, the innate divine sword that Miaozhen was holding tightly suddenly trembled, and instantly burst out with billions of dazzling sword lights!
These sword lights intertwined densely, forming a dazzling and mesmerizing sword net.
At this moment, Miaozhen was like a peerless lotus flower in full bloom, with the boundless sword energy shooting out in all directions from her body like colorful petals.
In just a moment, the overwhelming sword light, like a surging torrent, completely engulfed Daoji and the other immortals and gods.
However, although the sword light was powerful enough to create the primordial world and destroy the chaotic world, Daoji and the others were all highly skilled cultivators, with the weakest among them possessing the strength of the Primordial Realm. Naturally, they could not be so easily subdued by the sword light.
Just a few breaths later, Daoji and the others unleashed their respective magical weapons and supernatural powers, engaging in fierce combat with the countless sword lights shooting across the sky.
In an instant, various colors of light shone brightly, and the sounds of magical treasures colliding were endless.
Finally, after a breath, Daoji and the others successfully used their supernatural powers to annihilate the seemingly endless sword light into nothingness.
However, in that brief instant, Miaozhen's figure rose from the ground like a wisp of smoke, soaring into the sky like a light white cloud.
Her figure was graceful and ethereal, as if she were completely unbound by gravity, easily breaking through the encirclement of numerous saints.
Upon seeing this, the saints did not appear anxious.
Because they had already meticulously set up a powerful and vast array that firmly sealed off billions of miles of void.
Faced with this mysterious formation, Miaozhen could not escape easily unless it was completely breached.
Miaozhen was well aware of this, so she had no intention of getting entangled with the others.
She glared fiercely at the saints, then a faint celestial light emanated from her body, and she transformed into a streak of light, rushing straight towards the depths of the great formation.
Clearly, to break this great formation, she must first carefully explore the formation, understand its intricacies, and grasp its various patterns of change.
Seeing Miaozhen disappear into the sky, Daoji and the others immediately got up and gave chase without hesitation.
This grand formation is incredibly ingenious; all its changes are manipulated and controlled by the minds of the saints.
No matter where Miaozhen appeared in the great formation, she could never escape their mental perception.
Daoji was the fastest. His figure flashed suddenly, like lightning streaking across the night sky. In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed the space-time restrictions within the formation and was closely chasing after Miaozhen.
His speed was astonishing, as if time and space had lost their meaning for him.
In the next instant, he caught up with Miaozhen as swiftly as a ghost, and with a gentle wave of his whisk, the myriad dust strands seemed to come alive, instantly unfurling.
These dust threads intertwined and entangled in mid-air, transforming in the blink of an eye into a vast expanse of red dust threads, like a gigantic net that swept towards Miaozhen with boundless power.
Faced with such a fierce attack, Miaozhen naturally dared not be negligent in the slightest.
She had to stop, turn around abruptly, grasp the innate divine sword in her hand, and then slash with all her might.
A dazzling sword light suddenly shot out, like a Milky Way stretching across the starry sky, heading straight towards the rolling threads of mortal dust.
A loud "boom" was heard.
The sword light and the whisk collided fiercely. In an instant, light shone everywhere and air surged, as if the whole world was trembling.
At that moment, it seemed as if a massive collision had occurred between heaven and earth. The astonishing explosion resounded through the sky, and even the void formed by the great array trembled violently.
It should be noted that these two are both saints at the Dao Integration Realm, and their strengths are roughly equal, making it difficult to determine who is superior.
In this brief exchange, the two sides miraculously ended in a draw, and then each took a step back, neither gaining the slightest advantage.
However, due to the stalemate just now, the group of saints who were originally far behind have now taken the opportunity to rush in from all directions and surround Miaozhen again.
In the blink of an eye, she was once again surrounded, and Miao Zhen felt a sense of helplessness.
But at this moment, she had no time to think and could only concentrate on dealing with the attack in front of her.
Under the siege of the saints, she seemed to transform into a flower in a storm, or a tiny lamp in a gale, and in the blink of an eye, she became teetering on the brink of collapse.
In such a precarious situation, the Yin-Yang Bell could not hold out for long. Miao Zhen lamented inwardly and silently prayed to her teacher Hu Le from another primordial realm...
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