I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

The Thunder Wolf disappeared, and the light of the entire formation flickered and dimmed slightly.

Mingchuan looked at the scene in front of him and raised an eyebrow: "What's going on? We've only just begun. I'm afraid this formation is no longer effective?"

"I just felt like I was just warming up..."

Mingchuan couldn't help but feel dissatisfied.

However, in the next second, the formation began to change wildly again.

In an instant, the light of the formation increased rapidly.

The blinding flashes of lightning intertwined in the sky like silver snakes, and the crackling thunderstorm illuminated the entire space, making it bright and dark.

Mingchuan had just stabilized his body, which was a little shaky due to the explosion of the spiritual power bead, when a breath so hot that it almost burned his breath hit his face. The temperature around him rose sharply, and the yellow sand of the Gobi Desert under his feet began to melt and turned into sticky scorched earth!

"Something's wrong... This spiritual power is so strong..." The Blood Dragon in the sea of ​​consciousness said in a rare solemn voice, "It's the pressure of the Divine Transformation Realm!"

Before he finished speaking, a gap suddenly appeared in the sky filled with lightning.

A giant eagle covered with red-gold feathers broke through the clouds, its wings spread out to a length of more than ten feet. Every feather glowed with the luster of lava, and its beak and claws were like forged from fine iron, flashing a terrifying cold light!

The most terrifying thing was its eyes, which were actually two clusters of dancing golden flames. Wherever its eyes swept, even the air was filled with twisted ripples!

"The Thousand Eagles of Burning Wild Saint!" Mingchuan's pupils suddenly shrank and his heart sank.

He had seen records in the sect's scriptures that this kind of spiritual beast was an ancient species that could reach the state of spiritual transformation when it reached adulthood. The flapping of its wings could start a prairie fire, and its sharp claws could tear gold and split stone.

Even if the elders of the sect encountered this, they would have to deal with it with caution, not to mention him, a disciple in the middle stage of the Jindan realm.

"That madman Su Hongzhen! How dare he release the illusion of the Spiritual Transformation Realm!" Fallen Dragon's shocked and angry voice exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness. "Mingchuan, quickly crush all the spiritual energy beads and dodge with all your might using the Flame Step. We will help you find its flaw!"

"Need not."

Mingchuan's voice was calm but firm, interrupting Dulong's words.

He gripped the Liuyun soft sword tightly in his hand. The sword body trembled slightly due to the owner's tense spiritual power, and emitted fine silver light.

The demon dragon was stunned for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Are you crazy? The gap between the Spiritual Transformation Realm and the Core Formation Realm is so huge, they are not even in the same league! Even with our guidance, the chance of winning is less than 10%!"

"It's precisely because we're so far behind that we have to try." Mingchuan took a deep breath. The hot air choked his throat and made it sore, but it made the fighting spirit in his eyes even more intense.

There was a smile on his lips and a madness burning in his eyes, which was frightening.

"Before, thanks to your guidance and the formation, I did win a few times, but that was all within my comfort zone. It was really boring. If I want to break through, I have to push myself."

He slowly raised his hand, and a wisp of extremely cold flame lingered at his fingertips.

It’s the bone-eroding ice flame!

Meanwhile, a faint purple phantom flame quietly emerged from the palm of his other hand. Two flames with completely opposite properties flowed around his body, strangely forming a delicate balance.

At the same time, red fire armor spread out from the dantian, covering the whole body, and the scorching spiritual power shield slightly isolated the surrounding high temperature.

The three dragons in the sea of ​​consciousness fell silent. After a moment, the blood dragon's voice was filled with a hint of approval: "Good boy, you have guts."

"Remember, although the flames of the Burning Wild Saint Thousand Eagle are fierce, they are afraid of the power of extreme cold. Under the third feather of its left wing is a weak point for the flow of spiritual power, but it is extremely well guarded. You can only outsmart it."

"I can handle my own business." Mingchuan refused again, his eyes fixed on Fenye Shengqiandiao in mid-air, all the nerves in his body tensed to the extreme.

The Burning Wild Saint Thousand Eagle seemed to be enraged by the tiny human below. It let out a sharp cry and flapped its wings suddenly. Countless burning feathers fell towards Mingchuan like a meteor shower, each carrying a force that could pierce through gold and stone.

Mingchuan did not dare to delay. He tapped the ground lightly with his feet and performed the Flame Step to the extreme. His figure shuttled among the falling fire feathers like an afterimage.

The fire armor was occasionally brushed by fire feathers, making a "sizzling" burning sound, and the spiritual power shield became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He knew he couldn't keep dodging, so he flipped his wrist and swung the Flowing Cloud Soft Sword, carrying bone-eroding icy flames, towards the nearest cluster of fire feathers!

"Hey!"

When extreme cold and extreme heat collided, the fire feathers were instantly frozen into ice crystals, then shattered and dissipated.

Mingchuan was delighted. This bone-eroding ice flame could indeed counteract the flame of the Holy Eagle!

"Come on, let's see who's stronger today!"

The smile in Mingchuan's eyes became even more intense, and he was so arrogant as if the whole world belonged to him!

It's just an illusion, no matter how powerful it is, what can it do?

This is his world now!

When the Burning Wild Saint Thousand Eagle saw that his attack was broken, Mingchuan became even more arrogant. He immediately became even more furious and swooped down suddenly. His sharp claws, with a blazing fire, grabbed Mingchuan's head.

The heat wave that hit him almost scorched Mingchuan's skin. He could clearly see the golden flame flickering in the other party's beak. It was a terrifying force that was enough to burn him to ashes in an instant!

Instead of retreating, he rushed towards the Holy Eagle!

At the moment when the sharp claws were about to touch the fire armor, Mingchuan suddenly injected purple phantom flames into his feet, and the flame step suddenly changed direction. His body slid sideways half a foot strangely, barely avoiding the sharp claws. At the same time, the soft sword, with a biting chill, stabbed towards the left wing of the Holy Eagle.

This sword seemed reckless, but it just avoided the Holy Eagle's attack trajectory and went straight to its most flexible left wing joint!

Burning Wild Saint Qiandiao obviously did not expect that this tiny human would dare to take the initiative to fight back.

The left wing was hastily retracted, and the soft sword brushed past the feathers, leaving a shallow white mark, and the ice crystals instantly spread out an inch!

"Wow!"

The Holy Eagle felt pain and slapped Mingchuan with its right wing.

Mingchuan only felt a huge force coming at him, the fire armor shattered instantly, and his body flew backwards rapidly, hitting the scorched earth heavily. There was a fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and he almost vomited blood.

"Oh my god... the power of the Spiritual Transformation Realm is truly terrifying... Why haven't I felt this power from Jin Man before?"

Fallen Dragon couldn't help but open his mouth to respond, "Of course I haven't felt it. When you were fighting the Demon Lord, you used our power to forcibly improve your own cultivation. Your strength was enough to rival the heavens."

"At that time, Jin Man was naturally as small as an ant in front of you."

"Okay, okay..." Mingchuan stood up with the help of the soft sword and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The spiritual power in his dantian was violently churning due to the collision just now.

But there was no fear in his eyes, instead there was more fierceness and ferocity.

He saw it clearly just now. When the Holy Eagle retracted its left wing, the third feather on its left wing did tremble slightly. That was indeed its weak point!

Seeing that its attack missed, the Holy Thousand Eagle of Burning Wilds raised its wings again. This time, it did not release fire feathers, but opened its mouth and spit out a ball of golden fire. The ball of fire continued to expand in the air, and the surrounding air was distorted by the heat!

Mingchuan knew the power of this attack. Once hit, he would definitely die even with the bone-eroding ice flame!