More beams of light broke through the space and bombarded the traction altar.
The huge impact swept the Quartet, and even if Lu Ye and others left early, they were overturned by the aftermath, and the blood clan chasing them even killed them on the spot.
After finally stabilizing his figure, Lu Ye quickly raised his eyes and looked towards the altar.
When he saw it, he looked startled.
"How come?" In midair, Huang Liang, who was paying attention to this place, suddenly changed color.
The scene in front of his eyes made him unbelievable. After losing the protection of the protective circle, the traction altar built by the blood clan forcibly endured a round of attacks from the spirit ship, without the slightest damage!
More expectation, more disappointment.
A moment ago, Huang Liang was full of thinking that Lu Ye had broken the protective circle, and the traction altar guarded by it would be destroyed.
But in fact, the sturdiness of this altar is beyond imagination!
All the Longteng monks who were paying attention to the movement on this side of the altar lost their minds.
"You ants... what are you expecting?" Xue Xiao's cold and stern voice sounded, and he rolled up a layer of blood before killing a cultivator of the Haoran Academy closest to him.
Suddenly, the cultivator failed to block the attack of the blood owl. He was stabbed into the chest with one hand, and a beating heart was directly caught.
"Junior Brother Qi!" An exclamation sounded, and more than a dozen experts from Haoran Academy quickly turned their attention and killed the enemy with their swords.
However, a corner of the sword formation was broken, and it was against a strong man like Xue Xiao. How difficult was it to stabilize the formation? For a time, the sword formation at Haoran Academy was in danger.
Yuan Changcun suddenly understood.
It turned out that it was all just a pretense!
The reason why the blood owl and the blood monks guarding the altar joined the battlefield without any hesitation was not forced by the situation, nor was it because of their carelessness, but that the altar itself was indestructible!
After all, this is an altar made of materials brought by the blood race from the blood world, and it is so easy to destroy.
The existence of the protective magic circle is a layer of protection and a cover, making Long Teng misunderstand that as long as the protective magic circle is broken, the altar can be destroyed.
But in fact, after destroying the protective circle is the greatest despair.
The sudden loss of mind made Longteng not know how many people were killed or injured. Coupled with the influence of the inexplicable formation arranged by the vampires here, the advantages accumulated by Longteng in the early stage have disappeared.
And this is not the most desperate.
What makes people feel more desperate is that in the sky above the altar, an extremely unfamiliar atmosphere is conveyed, and in the sky, there are vague figures floating and floating, as if they can break through the sky at any time.
The altar is pulling the blood realm all the time. The boundary between the blood realm and the Longteng realm in Mohu. Although it is impossible to completely pull the blood realm down in a short time, the next batch of support from the blood clan is already waiting. I am afraid that it will not take long. There are more blood races coming to Longteng.
Once such a thing happens, the Longteng cultivator will no longer have the power to resist, and the only thing waiting for Longteng is destruction!
"Attack again!" Huang Liang's roar sounded.
With the fall of his voice, the spiritual ship formation moored outside the battlefield hummed again. After a while, beams of light swept towards the traction altar and slammed on the altar.
The majestic and huge altar only shook slightly, but it was still unscathed.
The sturdiness of this altar is beyond the imagination of Longteng monks.
Huang Liang's eyes were bloodshot.
This time, without waiting for his order, the third wave of the spirit ship's attack has arrived.
Overlooking from a high altitude, one after another thunder-like beams of light swept over every moment, bombarding the altar with a mighty force.
So five rounds...
Finally, Huang Liang saw hope. On the altar, there were clearly some pits and cracks in the bombarded position.
This altar is indeed strong, but it is not indestructible. As long as the strength is strong enough, it can be destroyed.
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However, just when hope rose again in his heart, a sudden explosion came from outside the battlefield.
Huang Liang was startled, looked up, and saw the spirit ships over there burst open one by one.
It wasn't because it was destroyed by the blood clan, but the power of attacking the city and pulling out the village was continuously stimulated, and the magic circle on the spiritual ship could no longer hold it.
The explosion of the magic circle triggered the destruction of a spirit ship.
"The sky is dead, my dragon is soaring!" Huang Liang's heart was ashes, a mouthful of blood rushed up his throat, and he spewed a blood mist, and the whole person's breath quickly weakened.
There was hope again, but this hope was brutally extinguished. After several times of ups and downs, even people like Huang Liang couldn't bear it.
"Hahahaha!" Xue Xiao's stern laughter sounded, he stretched his fingers and grabbed the head of a sword cultivator of Haoran Academy, as if he was carrying a chicken, his sarcastic voice spread throughout the battlefield: "I have to say, you guys The human race of a world is qualified to become the blood food of my blood race, resist it as much as you can, you will not have this chance in the future!"
While speaking, he smashed the head of the Haoran Academy Sword Cultivator with a forceful force.
He raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Changcun, knowing that as long as he kills this person, the sword formation that troubles him will be completely broken.
And Yuan Changcun was also seriously injured at the moment, with a large dent in his chest, and it looked like he was hit with a punch. When the blood owl looked at it, he clearly felt the breath of death enveloped.
There was no idea of escaping, Yuan Changcun just held the sword in front of his chest, and the aura of the whole person also blended with the long sword in his hand, and the two became one.
As a sword cultivator, in the face of such a world-destroying disaster, he has no reason to back down, and it is impossible for him to back down.
Death in battle was his only option!
When the qi was moving, seeing that the blood owl was about to attack, in the direction of the altar, an extremely fierce and violent aura suddenly erupted.
It was like an ancient beast that had been trapped for thousands of years and suddenly broke free of its barriers.
The boundless and noisy battlefield was suddenly silent for a moment. Whether it was the blood clan or the human race of Longteng, there was a creepy feeling in their hearts.
It seemed that there was an invisible beast crouching behind him, sticking out the long tongue of the orangutan and licking their necks.
Xue Xiao, who was indifferent even when he fell into the sword formation, finally changed his face at this moment.
"Um?"
Turning his head and looking in the direction of the altar, he saw a scarlet and slender figure in the mid-air over there.
The figure was a gigantic armor with a height of about 30 feet. The armor showed that it was covered with fine scales. At the elbows of both arms, two inverted bone spurs flashed with a cold and cold light.
Yanjia's head has sharp edges and corners, clearly chiseled by the top masters, with a cold gold and iron luster, and a pair of red blood eyes on that face reflects a chilling light.
The hard, wild, and ferocious aura permeated unscrupulously, and the scarlet slender figure seemed to be the center of the whole world at this moment.
"Dragon's Breath..." Xue Xiao frowned.
Coming from the Blood Realm, his knowledge is much broader than that of the Dragon Realm cultivator.
The cultivator Longteng could only feel the wild and domineering aura that seemed to destroy everything from the scarlet slender figure, but the blood owl felt another kind of aura.
Dragon Breath!
That's the breath of a real dragon!
It is the breath of heaven and earth, and I am the only one!
"Yanjia?" Xue Xiao was a little confused.
It is bizarre enough for such a world to have a dragon's breath, but it is not impossible. After all, a powerful creature like a real dragon roams the void and may appear in any realm.
What shocked him was not the simple dragon breath, but the sudden appearance of the armor!
It was actually a armor made from the body of a real dragon!
Who can slay a dragon, and who can create such a armor with the body material of a real dragon
Such treasures, not to mention a mere Dragon Realm, are rare even if they are placed in the Blood Realm.
This is definitely not something that this world owns, even if this world has once been born in the Divine Sea Realm, it is not qualified to create such a divine item.
On the other side, Huang Liang stared blankly at the scarlet figure that suddenly appeared, and sighed inwardly.
Finally... Still forced to use this thing.
The Dragon Seat is in Lu Ye's hands. He knows it. If his judgment is correct and Lu Ye is the savior of the world, then the Dragon Seat is the savior of the world, and it is also the means of this world to deal with the disaster. Otherwise, the Dragon Seat is the savior of the world. Not born early or late, how could he be born at this time, and it also fell into Lu Ye's hands by chance.
But from his standpoint, he didn't want Lu Ye to use this thing.
Zhuang Bufan's fate is vividly seen in his mind. How could he end up using such a divine artifact
However, when Longteng's trump cards were out and there was no way to deal with the disaster, the Dragon Seat became the last hope.
So he can understand Lu Ye's choice at this moment.
In the center of the world, Lu Ye was wrapped in the scarlet slender figure, only to feel that his mind was rising infinitely.
Whether or not to use the Dragon Seat is a choice after all.
Having witnessed the end of Zhuang Bufan's use of the Dragon Seat, Lu Ye is well aware of the load that these fetishes place on him.
But compared to Zhuang Bufan, Lu Ye has more confidence in himself.
This confidence comes from his feelings when refining the dragon seat. The whole process of refining the dragon seat was smooth and smooth, as if he was not refining a divine object, but an ordinary spiritual weapon.
In addition, he has always felt that Dragon Seat has an inexplicable closeness to him.
So he kept thinking, maybe what Xiaoyixian said was right.
The reason why Zhuang Bufan took such a huge load and finally died was because he didn't get the approval of the Dragon Seat, he couldn't control the Dragon Seat, and forced the power of the Dragon Seat.
But if it can get the approval of Dragon Seat, the situation will not be so bad.
That said, but Lu Ye didn't dare to try it easily, so these days he kept the dragon seat in his storage space.
Until now!
Longteng's spirit ships all burst, and there is no way to pose a threat to the traction altar, and under the action of the traction altar, the next batch of support from the blood clan may come at any time.
The Dragon Realm has been driven into a corner, and it has reached a critical moment of life and death.
Without any hesitation, Lu Ye took out the dragon seat and poured his spiritual power into it.