Mortal's journey to immortality

Unpredictable, attacking it unprepared.

Although Wang Lu's condition is unknown, and his life and death are unknown, his defensive circle, which is as clear as blue smoke, is actually based on the Six-Star Gongyue Blade and the "Thousand Thousand Threads Blade Formation" combined with his own vision. It is his strongest defensive power so far.

The material of the six-star gongyue blade is extraordinary, but there is still a slight gap compared to Fang Tian's sky-opening ax. This is not to say that the "Thousand Thousand Threads Blade Formation" does not have magical powers to attack, but it is the most powerful attack formation among them. , it is necessary to achieve the Nascent Soul stage before you can practice it. Even though Wang Lu’s magic power and spiritual consciousness are no longer weaker than those of ordinary early Yuanying monks, the gap in realm cannot be made up by magic power and spiritual consciousness. It is between paradox and paradox. There is a huge difference. It is an unchanging truth that no one can change.

Just when Wang Lu broke through to the middle stage of the Golden Core, the "Thousand Thousand Thousand Threads of Blades Formation" corresponded to a defensive magical power that could only be deployed with the six-star arching moon blade: a perfect circle, all-encompassing.

This magical power, combined with Wang Lu's vision, can completely withstand the full strength of the peak monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul for a quarter of an hour. His purpose is to exhaust Fang Tian's mana.

Who would have thought that Fang Tian would hit the circle with hundreds of bombardments almost instantly? Although the circle contained everything, just like a lake, it could usually contain the water of several streams, but one day, several streams turned into floods. The mighty rivers and lakes have only one way to burst their banks.

The circle was struck by Fang Tian's Sky-opening Ax hundreds of times at the same time. Only when it burst the embankment was it shattered. Of course, Wang Lu inside was not spared either.

However, after everything blooms stunningly, it must be a time of weakness.

What Wang Lu wanted was this opportunity. At the moment when the circle was broken, when everyone noticed him, he used up the last trace of mana to release a shadow talisman, and at the same time added a shadow talisman. The wind talisman, the absolute body talisman, the divine earth escape talisman, and another Wang Lu disappeared with the circle like a ghost, hiding beside Fang Tian.

If it was Fang Tian in normal times, he might be able to find another Wang Lu lurking next to him, but now that he has exhausted his mana, all his reactions are several times slower than usual. When he sees Wang Lu, Lu fell down, finally getting rid of this great enemy. When he was laughing wildly, Wang Lu, transformed by the shadow symbol, appeared next to him like a gust of wind, and cut his throat directly with the mother blade.

Then Wang Lu, who transformed into a shadow talisman, jumped in front of Wang Lu at lightning speed, picked up Wang Lu, who was still uncertain about his life or death, and launched "Across the Clouds" with all his strength to return to the human camp.

At this point, everyone burst into cheers in this shocking change that seemed long but actually happened. What could be more thrilling, exciting and exciting than this kind of fighting?

The seven ancestors in the transformation stage looked at each other and disappeared in an instant.

"Set up the formation!"

Immediately afterwards, Yaojun shouted wildly, and at the same time, he reached the middle of the battlefield with a snap of his fingers, and punched himself in the heart in a self-inflicted manner. A mouthful of blood spurted out, but it stopped floating in front of him.

At the same time, before the Monster Clan and Feng Yan Sect could react, all the human cultivators, whether they were Nascent Soul cultivators or Golden Core cultivators, dispersed like birds and beasts, scattering within a hundred miles in a few breaths.

Everyone imitated Lord Yao and slapped his hand on his chest, and streams of blood burst into the sky with strong blood light.

Seeing this, Yaojun quickly took out a red token that had been prepared and poured various weird magic spells into it. The red token "saw" the drop of blood in front of him, just like a shark smelling bloody The smell jumped forward and swallowed the drop of essence and blood, and then disappeared.

When Yaojun took out the red token, a total of 7,000 Jindan stage monks with varying levels of cultivation, led by 700 Nascent Soul stage monks, formed 700 small groups, and each released a red token. cards, and invariably played the same weird magic trick as Yao Jun.

As the weird spells continued to penetrate, countless bloody lights glowed within a hundred miles, and a blood-red invisible light shield surrounded the demon clan and the Feng Yan Sect monks.

Madman Ape gathered together with Yuan Sha, an elder of the same clan who was of comparable cultivation, Chen Yufeng, a great monk in the late Yuan Ying stage of the Feng Yan Sect with the deer-headed rat eyes, and Zhao Po Cang, who was in the late Yuan Ying stage of the same sect.

They looked at the sky covered in blood, and the ape madman said worriedly: "Yaojun's movements were too fast, and the human race was reduced to pieces. What's even more unbelievable is that so many Ruofeng Talismans were used. We were They have surrounded us. Judging from this formation, it should be a formation, but I can't see the origin of this formation at all. Guizong is also a super sect in the Western Desert, so he should know something about it."

Chen Yufeng looked at the blood-red aperture, put away his previous contempt, and said with sharp eyes: "The instruction given by fellow Taoist Yue just now was very timely. When you can't see the other party's methods, the best way to deal with all changes is to remain unchanged." Good choice. Since the other party moves like a rabbit, then we should stop quietly. I don't believe it. If we gather hundreds of Nascent Soul stage, thousands of Jindan stage monks and tens of thousands of noble fellow Taoists with the same cultivation level, we will Use a few Arrancars to break their strange formation, and then defeat each one to completely win the central battlefield. Then we will concentrate our strength to support a battlefield at will. After winning it, we will win the remaining three battlefields with the momentum of victory, hehe , since the human race has surrounded us with self-harm without fighting, this is a crisis, but also a good opportunity. As long as we seize this opportunity, victory will not be far away."

"Okay, Feng Yan Sect is indeed a super powerful sect that can arm-wrestle with Miao Nian Sect. Old Ape, I'm convinced." Mad Ape nodded in agreement after hearing Zhao Yufeng's detailed analysis of the general trend.

"Boys, put on your strongest fighting stance and be ready to break the formation at any time." Madman Ape suppressed his impulse and spoke calmly and loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, tens of thousands of level five and six Red Ape Clan apes roared wildly. This earth-shaking roar was tangled together, causing the invisible blood-colored light shield to tremble slightly.

Immediately, the apes took out earth-yellow spiritual sticks of different sizes and lengths one after another. Two sharp fangs were exposed from their big mouths, shining with pale and cold light.

They are ready to fight.

Thousands of Jindan-stage monks and hundreds of Nascent Soul-stage monks from Fengyan Sect were not to be outdone. Under Zhao Pocang's instructions, they threw out formation flags one after another, and a black halo enveloped the demon clan and them in a few breaths. stand up.

When the black aperture covered them, Yaojun Yaosheng, Li Rongyou, the great elder of the late Yuanying stage of Qingling Mountain, and Huaiyuan, the first palace leader of the late Yuanying stage of Fengsha Palace, looked as usual as if they were unknown prophets, looking at the Yao clan and Feng Yan sect. The camp disappeared into their consciousness.

The tall and tall Medicine Saint, still with a faint trace of blood on his lips, said, "As expected, they disappeared. Hey, now that they have entered the Blood Sea Wave Heavenly Formation, no matter how they disappear, they will appear sooner or later."

Then he said jokingly to the heroic Zhang Huaiyuan: "We haven't seen each other for eight hundred years. Although I won the fight back then, I actually lost, but I didn't lose to you. But you lost to your parents, who allowed them to make you so handsome and majestic, and let Concubine Ling choose you."

"Haha, just admit defeat." Zhang Huaiyuan laughed.

Afterwards, they both walked towards each other and hugged each other fiercely.

Smile away grudges.

They know that this battle may be the last battle in their lives. If the Yao Clan and Feng Yan Sect break through the Blood Sea Monstrous Formation, one of the top ten ancient formations hidden in the Blood Prison for thousands of years, they will be seriously injured. , there is only one way to perish.

The past grievances and hatreds all seem so insignificant in what is most likely the last time of life.

Let go, and perhaps you can live a better life.