"Lei Xuanzhen, is this what you rely on? Unfortunately, it's still too weak!"
Liu Baiyi said lightly, his clothes were fluttering, he was extremely elegant, and his whole body was filled with mist. He looked ethereal and mysterious, just like a godless king in the mythical era, with a peerless aura that swept across the world.
"Liu Baiyi, what I hate the most is how you don't care about anything! After I kill everyone in the Temple of War, I want to see if you are still like this! Kill me!"
Lei Xuanzhen's eyes were full of cruel killing intent, and he suddenly roared angrily.
Boom!
The ancient phantom tree exudes vast and terrifying aura fluctuations, and the tentacles like pythons fall overwhelmingly downwards, winding towards the many disciples of the Temple of War.
At the same time, black magic light spurted out, containing an evil power that swallowed everything.
Whoosh!
At this moment, the holy and mysterious light burst out from the white-clothed God of War. With a wave of his sleeve, it was like a sea of clouds surging, flying towards the sky in an instant.
In addition to Thunder Mountain, the remaining eight suspended holy mountains seemed to tremble with each other, and at the same time they erupted with a blazing pillar of divine light, intertwined with each other, forming an extremely huge formation, which combined all the battles. The disciples of the temple all protected him.
Click!
The magic light collided with the white sea of clouds, and immediately emitted streaks of blazing thunder, causing the sky in all directions to tremble violently.
But that white cloud sea transformed in the void, forming a colorful brocade cloud handkerchief, blocking all the magic light in the void, and there was no way to fall down.
And that huge formation was intertwined with blazing thunder and flames, and at the same time turned into blazing sword light. Three kinds of terrifying forces intertwined, constantly colliding with the tentacles, erupting into a clash of gold and iron. Sound, sparks are everywhere.
"This is... the Eight Wilds Thunder and Fire Sword Formation?! You... when did you replace the Sect Protector Formation?"
Lei Xuanzhen said with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
The reason why he planted the Ancient Phantom Tree in Thunder Mountain was not only to swallow up the endless energy, but also to destroy the original Nine-Nine Return Formation, so he had the confidence to directly summon the Ancient Phantom Tree at this moment.
The Ancient Phantom Tree can devour everything, especially the flesh and blood of humans and their souls. It is the blood food that the Ancient Phantom Tree likes to devour the most. If it can devour those disciples with lower cultivation levels in the Temple of War, the Ancient Phantom Tree will surely reach maturity in one fell swoop. At that time, even the powerful Saint King will not be the opponent of the ancient phantom tree.
But Lei Xuanzhen never thought that the Nine-Nine Returns First Formation would be replaced by the God of War in white at some point. The Eight Wastelands Thunder Fire Sword Formation was even more terrifying than the Nine-Nine Returns First Formation. Its attack was unparalleled. At this moment, not only would All the disciples of the Temple of War protected it and were constantly contending with the ancient phantom tree.
"There are many things you can't think of! Lei Xuanzhen, since you have surrendered to the demon clan, then I can only clean up the family! Under the Nine Springs, you go and apologize to the master!"
The white-clothed God of War said slowly.
Whoosh!
He instantly rose into the sky, stepped into the air, and with a bright light in his hand, a white ancient sword appeared. His whole body instantly exuded an extremely sharp aura, and the sword's intention was extremely pure.
The ancient sword flew across the sky, bursting out with billions of blazing sword lights, flying towards the sky like a rain of swords, cutting off countless tentacles of the ancient phantom tree in an instant.
Boom!
The ancient phantom tree spurted out endless magic light, and a huge demon face even appeared on the tree trunk. It looked extremely ferocious, and the tentacles cut off by the white-clothed God of War suddenly exploded into pieces and turned into A piece of black magic mist appeared, and then it was absorbed by the ancient phantom tree, and turned into a thicker tentacle again.
Boundless tentacles fell across the sky, intertwining with each other like a dragnet, trying to completely trap the white-clothed God of War.
"Roar… "
Mysterious sound waves emanated from the ancient phantom tree, rushing towards the white-clothed God of War. At the same time, a vast and mysterious power spread, as if to pull the white-clothed God of War into a boundless illusion.
Zheng!
The void shook, and the white-clothed God of War emitted a blazing light, as if there was the sound of a divine sword being unsheathed. In an instant, it soared into the sky, like a ten thousand feet long sword energy, directly breaking away from the envelope of endless tentacles. He stabbed at Lei Xuanzhen who was on top of the phantom ancient tree.
"Liu Baiyi, so what if you set up the Eight Desolations Thunder Fire Sword Formation? Today, the God of War will still inevitably face the fate of defeat!"
Lei Xuanzhen's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
He faced the sword light of the white-clothed God of War and struck it down with a palm across the air. The black scales in his palm exuded a mysterious luster and looked extremely strong and sharp.
At the same time, he opened his mouth wide, and suddenly black demonic energy swept in like a big wave, containing endless devouring power, wanting to swallow the white-clothed God of War directly into his belly.
The ancient phantom tree seems to have become the source of Lei Xuanzhen's power, giving him a combat power comparable to that of the Holy King. Even when facing the white-robed God of War, he still has the upper hand.
Click!
Fierce sparks shot out in all directions, the sword light rose and surging, emitting a series of humming sounds. The white-clothed God of War waved his sleeves, and a vast space breath suddenly came from the sleeves, as if it contained a mysterious world. Directly absorbing the spurting demonic energy.
Whoosh!
The white-clothed God of War's feet touched the ground, and a stream of light suddenly spread across the void, as if hundreds of millions of miles of void were fleeting in an instant. The ancient sword in his hand rose into the sky, transforming one into two, two into four, and four into eight, all changing in a thousand ways. , like tens of thousands of blazing divine rainbows, attacking Lei Xuanzhen and the Phantom Demon Ancient Tree indiscriminately.
puff! puff! puff!
Those sword lights seemed to contain a mysterious piercing power. Even though the magic scales on Lei Xuanzhen's body were very powerful, they were not completely blocked. In the end, dozens of sword lights penetrated his body, leaving behind A stream of blood light spread across the void.
"Roar… "
Lei Xuanzhen let out a violent roar, his aura became more and more terrifying, and the murderous intent in his eyes was as real as ever. Although his body was extremely huge, his speed was not slow at all, and he rushed towards the white-clothed God of War. .
Boom!
Lei Xuanzhen and the white-clothed God of War were both extremely fast. Their figures intertwined in the void, one black and one white. The violent collision made the sky tremble violently. If it weren't for the powerful marks of the saints in the Temple of War, , and being blessed by the powerful sect-protecting formation, I am afraid it would have been completely shattered long ago.
"Lei Xuanzhen's aura is getting stronger and stronger! Is it because of the ancient phantom tree?"
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with sharpness, and he thought secretly in his heart.
(End of chapter)