A silent sigh dissipated the void, and a man in a black robe suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield, standing in front of the phoenix.
At this time, the white light containing the power of the Zhoutian has already fallen. Wherever it passes, the void is distorted and all things are scattered.
Yuan just raised his hand, and the power different from the Zhoutian inverted formation broke through the air. In an instant, the heaven and earth shook, and the shadow of the Wangchuan River crossed the sky.
The path of reincarnation lasts forever.
The Zhoutian force seemed to have plunged into a quagmire, being consumed in the endless cycle, and finally returning to calm.
At this moment, the sky is high and the land is vast, with a clear sky.
"What?!"
Some people couldn't help but exclaim.
The power of the Zhoutian inverted formation was actually easily blocked by the opponent. This is the sect formation of Shangqing Palace, the most advanced formation in the immortal way.
Lan stared at the man's back in a daze, and then a familiar voice came, which had not changed much from the past.
"Lan, heal your wounds first."
Lan came back to his senses, suppressed his inner feelings, closed his eyes slightly, curled up into a ball, turned into a small sun, and used his innate magical powers to heal his wounds.
Qingxuan and Dushi looked serious and looked at the man in the black robe with a solemn look.
Yang Cang counted with his fingers and was immediately shocked.
"It's the Master of Tongyou, Taoist Qingxuan, please call the Immortal!"
"The Immortal has been watching this side."
Qingxuan's face returned to calm. He glanced up at the sky and saw no movement, nor any rumbling thunder.
So he had another idea.
"Old monk, do you think that with the destiny of Shenzhou, we can suppress a Saint King?"
Du Shi raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course we can compete in strength."
If it is purely a matter of consumption, almost no one in the world can beat the national destiny. Just like if it is just a matter of spiritual energy, even an immortal cannot beat a top-grade spiritual vein.
But the reality is not like this. Immortals can absorb spiritual energy from the heaven and earth continuously, and the Lord of the Youyou can also use cleverness to avoid consumption.
Or shoot the horse first when shooting a person, and severely damage the country's most important weapon.
"Okay, then give it a try."
Qingxuan's eyes were burning, and his eager expression made Yang Cang a little confused.
It's not that he doesn't believe in Qingxuan's strength, but the other party's background is too great. He is a Saint King, even among the Saint Kings, he is a top existence.
What is going on?
"Amitabha, then I will lend you a helping hand."
Watari nodded.
He understood what Qingxuan was going to do, using the Saint King as a knife to force himself to take a step forward. Qingxuan's talent was not bad, but his environment was too comfortable. Not to mention life and death crises, he rarely encountered setbacks.
Highly talented, great background, and good character.
These are all advantages, but they are not enough to achieve enlightenment.
Qingxuan personally controlled the Nine Cauldrons, stimulated the destiny of Shenzhou, and reorganized the formation.
The army outside poured the massive amount of spirit stones that had been prepared long ago into the formation. The spirit stones piled up like a hill and then turned into gas and flew up.
The entire Changbai Mountains were covered with a thin layer of mist, and then rotated along the round sky and square earth formation. From a distance, it looked like a pillar rising from the ground, reaching from the sky to the earth.
"May I ask, Senior, can you take on this formation?"
Yuan's eyes swept across the entire formation, taking in all the array points, veins, and even all the people in it.
He commented:
"In the inverted Zhoutian formation, all 120 people have Yin God talent, and six of them can enter the main hall and take their place."
Yuan paused for a moment, his eyes looking at a smiling young man with sword intent on his body and an ancient sword in his hand.
He Kun.
The key point is the sword, which was once the weapon of Taoism and the number one sword in the world.
Maybe it's a variable.
Yuan became slightly alert. Apart from Li Changsheng, this sword was the second person who posed a threat to him.
This guy is not bad either, his swordsmanship is at least at the peak of a saint.
"good."
Yuan gave a very high evaluation, saying that the immortal practitioners in front of him were no worse than Huang Quan in his peak period.
The strongest one wins.
"Please enlighten me."
With the power of Qingxuan Zhoutian added to his body, divine light shone in his eyes, and every breath he took drove endless spiritual energy.
The country’s wishes are like a mighty river, and the people’s thoughts are transformed into a sacred mountain.
A sacred mountain fell and crushed the clouds, as if it was going to fill up the entire Tianchi Lake.
Yuan raised his hand, and the Wangchuan River between reality and illusion extended its strength, and a pair of giant amber hands supported the sacred mountain.
A pure contest of strength.
The upper limit of the world today is only Nascent Soul, but these top powerhouses have displayed the style of God Transformation, and are even better than God Transformation.
Huang Quan's hand suddenly expanded, grabbed the illusory sacred mountain and squeezed it slightly, and dense cracks appeared all over the mountain.
Qingxuan snorted muffledly, his brows furrowed. He was at a disadvantage in the first confrontation.
Although they were outnumbered, the opponent was a Saint King after all, and not an ordinary Saint King. The pressure he felt was the first he had ever felt in his life.
But he can fight, and at least he can see the gap compared to the immortal, and at least he can compete with him in a few moves!
Qingxuan exerted his strength again, and the many Jindans who assisted him also put in their best efforts. Everyone was smart and understood what Taoist Qingxuan meant by this move.
Fighting with the Holy King, looking ahead.
For Qingxuan, it is an opportunity for them.
Yuan was planning to completely crush the sacred mountain and stop the ideas of these youngsters and let Li Changsheng come out.
But the next second, his brows slightly raised, and he felt a slight chill on the back of his neck.
A cold light was floating outside and suddenly approached the battlefield.
He Kun approached with the Heavenly Sword in his hand, his eyes filled with murderous intent. His originally gentle and elegant temperament was gone, and he looked like a killing god.
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