Special War God

Since the beginning of the battle between the two camps, Lu Mingyuan has been closely watching the evolution of the battle. Deep down, he was filled with tension and anxiety. When Kou Zhanyong dispatched the third wave of monks to join the battle, the time was ripe. Lu Mingyuan personally sent out the secret flag signal, and several monks of the Chiyang Army hidden in this vast area threw their Yuanjing into the pre-arranged array base.

Kou Zhanyong suddenly felt a slight tremor between heaven and earth.

He looked around with confusion on his face. The battle on the front line was still going on, but he noticed that the world around him seemed to have stagnated, and the flow of vital energy had undergone strange changes.

Shocked, he immediately leaped into the air and flew towards the sky. When he reached a height of seven feet, he found that the turbulence of the energy magnetic field in this area intensified, as if a huge storm was brewing. He hurriedly flew higher, trying to find the boundary of this fluctuation.

Unexpectedly, when he flew ten feet, an invisible restriction seemed to appear in the sky to block his way. He tried his best to attack the restriction, but not only did he fail to break it, but it seemed to anger it, and it suddenly pressed down on him.

He dared not resist any longer and planned to return to the ground. But when he looked down, he was dumbfounded again, he saw a thick fog covering the ground, but it was not ordinary fog, but a blood-red fog.

Instantly, the words "Ten Directions Blood Evil Formation" emerged in his mind...

This was a cultivation restriction that was passed down in legends. It was said that thousands of years ago, when the State of Jiang was on the brink of extinction, its ruler set up this formation deep in the imperial capital. When foreign invading countries unleashed a bloody storm in the city, this mysterious restriction was suddenly activated, and the bloody aura pierced through the sky like a tornado, covering the entire imperial capital, causing millions of dimensional soldiers and countless high-level cultivators to be transformed into ghosts under the impact of the bloody power, and buried with the State of Jiang.

The scene of the fierce battle between the two armies and the bloody river emerged in his mind, and his heart was throbbing. Could it be that the Chifang army dared to set up this forbidden "Ten Directions Blood Killing Formation" and intended to bury him with them?

He was extremely angry and roared towards the Chifang army: "Chifang boys, you have angered me. Today, I swear to tear you apart one by one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed towards the area where the Chifang Army's formation was located. However, when he arrived there, he did not see a single figure, only the continuous shouting and killing sounds from the distance. He clearly recognized that those were the voices of the Chifang Army soldiers, mixed with the unique majestic spirit of the Wu State.

He flew into the air again, rushing towards the place where the shouts and screams were the most intense. However, after flying for a whole incense stick of time, the shouts and screams were still echoing in front of him, and he could not get close to his destination.

It’s obviously only two breaths away, why hasn’t it arrived after so long?

Realizing that something was wrong, when he landed again, he suddenly found that he seemed to be still in the same small area as before.

There is a formation within a formation!

Kou Zhanyong tried his best to suppress the anger that was about to get out of control, and began to carefully explore what kind of formation had trapped this cultivator in the Return to Void Realm.

After some investigation, he found that what was set up here seemed to be some very common basic small formations. But what was puzzling was that these seemingly inconspicuous small formations could actually restrain him, a cultivator in the Return to Void Realm.

What happened today was beyond his understanding.

Within the Ten Directions Bloody Killing Array, the Chifang Army soldiers dispersed into teams of ten and hunted down the Bai Kingdom troops in every corner.

The bloody evil energy in the formation was not enough to kill people, it could only make the soldiers of the White Kingdom fall into a state of madness for a short time. The soldiers of the Chifang Army who had already taken the detoxification pills had to kill the White Kingdom monks as soon as possible to replenish the bloody evil energy.

This Ten Directions Blood Killing Formation was discovered by Lu Mingyuan from the formation diagram library that he treasured at home.

There were not many large formations suitable for killing enemies on the battlefield. After discussing with Xia Zhongnan, he could only reluctantly choose this formation to use.

With their current resources and strength, they simply cannot really set up a ten-direction blood-killing formation that can destroy all the lives in a city. You have to know that it is a terrifying formation that can destroy a country.

All they could arrange was an extremely simplified version, using the bloody evil spirit to attack the White Country's soldiers and coordinating with the formation within the formation, thus winning this rare opportunity to massacre the enemy.

After a careful investigation, Kou Zhanyong vaguely found a clue. It turned out that the formation here was composed of some low-level formations according to a certain arrangement and combination, which incredibly trapped him, a cultivator in the Return to Void Realm.

Although he had seen the problem, he had not studied much about formations, and faced with such a complex arrangement, he was unable to sort out the clues for a while...

The roars of spirit beasts and the sounds of magic weapons mingling in his ears gradually became sparse, and Kou Zhanyong could no longer remain calm and fell into a frenzy again. He ignored all consequences and madly launched destructive magic attacks on the surroundings, and the power of the Nascent Soul in his body was wantonly swayed, like a river bursting its banks.

It seemed as if there were a series of spiritual explosions here, with loud rumbling noises that were all caused by Kou Zhanyong's violent attacks. Lu Mingyuan was originally secretly watching nearby, but was frightened by this earth-shaking momentum and abandoned his weapons and fled.

As Kou Zhanyong went crazy, the bases of the compound forbidden formations were destroyed one by one. In just a cup of tea, the area that had blocked Kou Zhanyong was reduced to ruins. Not only did the compound formation disappear, but the bloody evil spirit hidden in it was also swept away by Kou Zhanyong. The terrifying strength of this Return to Void stage cultivator was indeed shocking.

Kou Zhanyong was about to leave this place and join the battlefield, but he saw Lang Zhengfeng, who had been waiting for the opportunity, walk out slowly with a calm smile on his face: "Brother Kou, it is often said that only cultivators of the same level can compete with each other. Today we meet, how can we miss this competition?"

Lang Zhengfeng was in an extremely good mood today. Seeing Kou Zhanyong's current situation, he couldn't help but recall his own predicament a few days ago: he was also on the edge of despair, but helpless. This feeling made him almost unable to hold back his laughter.

Kou Zhanyong was extremely angry. Facing Lang Zhengfeng's provocation, he stopped talking and rushed towards him like a madman. The two of them collided with each other in an instant, causing a series of deafening explosions of magical powers.

Kou Zhanyong was furious, and Lang Zhengfeng was not to be outdone. In fact, he was as frustrated as Kou Zhanyong. In the previous battle between the two armies, the two had never fought head-on, but their respective teams were severely damaged. Lang Zhengfeng's army was almost wiped out, and Kou Zhanyong, together with the 80,000 elite soldiers slaughtered on the battlefield, lost a total of more than 200,000 elite disciples.

Anger was like a raging fire, burning fiercely in the hearts of the two men, and they both vented their resentment on the other commander. As for whether the grudge between them was worth settling in this way, no one probably cared at this moment.

The fierce battle lasted for a stick of incense. Kou Zhanyong took the opportunity to reveal a flaw and then fled in embarrassment.

At this moment, Kou Zhanyong's anger had dissipated a lot. After calming down, he realized that if he continued to fight, he might sacrifice his own foundation of cultivation. After all, he fell into madness earlier than Lang Zhengfeng, and destroying the complex formation had already consumed a lot of his Nascent Soul power. How could he resist Lang Zhengfeng who was gathering his strength and waiting for the right opportunity?