The formation was broken, and the two Taoists showed their true faces.
There was a huge exclamation in the field.
"Yin Lord, Yang Lord!"
"It's actually the two of them!"
"The Great Wilderness Martial Sect has done a great job!"
One was tall and one was short, one was fat and the other was thin. The tall and thin one was Song Tianfang, the Yin Lord, and the short and fat one was He Shuming, the Yang Lord. Both of them were well-known inner disciples of the Great Wilderness Wuzong, and they became famous very early.
The two of them cultivate water-type true essence, and the other cultivate fire-type true essence. Water and fire complement each other, and they also perform spells at the same time. Together, they strike each other with incomparable power.
The Water and Fire Pisces Way that the two of them hit just now is the latest attack spell they have practiced together.
The power is so great that it is no less than the formation.
However, it can be attacked with a raise of one's hand and foot. In terms of convenience and practicality in battle, it is far better than most formations that require careful preparation.
However, they said that as soon as the two of them made a move, they transformed the sword deployed by the Taiqing High School into thousands of arrays, breaking them in an instant.
The two Lords of Yin and Yang smashed through the formation of thousands of swords, and shot towards the cave without stopping.
Even the red-eyed Taoist, who had stopped to calmly adjust his breath, instantly started to shoot and fly.
It was too late to say it, and then it was too late. Seeing that the three of them were about to rush into the formation, Fang Xianjun, who had been watching coldly, snorted coldly, and there was a black shell-shaped object the size of a copper coin in his palm.
But seeing his arms vibrate slightly, abundant water spiritual power immediately surged towards the shell the size of a copper coin.
Suddenly, the shell trembled, and with a light puff, a light blue wall of mysterious light enveloped the audience.
Dongfang Tuo was overjoyed, and exclaimed in surprise: "Mother of Dragons Gubei! With the help of this rare treasure, no matter how many people come, I won't be afraid."
The two lords of Yin and Yang and the red-eyed Taoist who came rushing wildly changed their expressions, and their bodies stopped abruptly. They each stared at Fang Xianjun, neither attacking nor speaking, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged in their hearts.
And among the other monks who came continuously, some of them didn't know how powerful this Dragon Mother Gu Bei was, and launched an attack brazenly.
Several energy light balls hit the light blue light wall, and the blue light rippled gently like stirred water waves.
Only then did a wave of ripples rise, and then the sky filled with vibrations, and the huge mysterious sound pierced straight into the Lingtai.
Outside the light wall, I don't know how many monks screamed and vomited blood.
Only the Yin and Yang Lords and the Red-eyed Taoist each had reddish complexions and a calm demeanor, but they also retreated a little.
"Forget it, Brother Miao, the three of you and I will quietly watch Brother Fang display his talents and see how he takes away all the treasures here."
Yin Jun Song Tianfang looked at the red-eyed Taoist and said loudly.
The red-eyed Taoist's eyes lit up, he clasped his fists at the two of them, fled to the top of a snow peak several miles away, and sat cross-legged on the peak.
Song Tianfang's words inspired him.
The ancient shell of the dragon mother moved out by Fang Xianjun is really a first-class treasure guarding the fairy gate.
The defense of such treasures cannot be broken by manpower at all, but no matter how hard the tortoise's shell is, there will always be a day when Fang Xianjun will emerge from its shell, just sit quietly and wait for the rabbit.
The three immortal monarchs retreated, and the four families in the formation all breathed a sigh of relief, and then became tense again.
Although the crisis of breaking the formation is slow, the battle for treasure is already in sight.
However, the white qi is evil and weird, beyond the reach of human beings.
For a moment, Fang Xianjun and others inside the blue mask were helpless.
At this moment, the lightly permeating white air suddenly bundled into a puff, and hit one of them, directly entering his nostrils, with a plop, the man fell over with his head in his arms.
"Brother Xue, Brother Xue..."
Dongfang Tuo rushed forward, exclaimed repeatedly, snatched up the person, and shook them repeatedly, but the person did not move at all.
Dongfang Tuo hastily explored his divine thoughts again, and his overwhelmed mood finally calmed down a little.
The person who fell to the ground was none other than Xu Yi.
In Dongfang Tuo's mind, he had made Xu Yi a super strong man who could keep pace with inner disciples.
He couldn't believe it, such a super strong person lost his ability to move under the blow of that strange white gas.
At the same time, he was also very puzzled, why the white air was bundled up and attacked Xu Yi, was it just a coincidence
The only thing that reassured him a little was that Xu Yi's vital signs were intact, his vitality was surging, and he showed no signs of weakening.
At that moment, he sent his thoughts to the people of Donghua Xianmen: "Mr. Xue has the grace to save my life. He is in danger at this moment. I hope that you will join me and protect him with all your strength. This is not only a request, but also an order. If you are rude, I hope you will take more care of me."
After saying that, he quietly guarded Xu Yi's side.
Xu Yi's situation at the moment was strange, he was neither seriously injured nor dying, and Dongfang Tuo didn't dare to feed the elixir rashly, and could only hope that Wang Qianqiu could survive this test.
He firmly believed that Wang Qianqiu, who was strong and strong, would not fall into this small gutter.
From the beginning to the end, Dongfang Tuo never thought that in Xu Yi's Sumeru Ring, there was a prehistoric beast, a saber tooth with dao patterns, a bottle of prehistoric blood, and two maddening purple treasures.
His heart is as bright as the moon, as bright as frost and snow, without any impurities.
The movement of Xu Yi's fall was not small, and the shock caused was not big.
After all, in the eyes of outsiders, Xu Yi was nothing more than a guest official of an outer disciple, an ordinary person.
What's more, at this juncture, everyone is worried and worried, thinking hard to break the situation and get the treasure, so there is no time to think about an insignificant person.
The only effect that Xu Yi's only fall had on everyone was that it made everyone realize that this strange white gas might explode and hurt people.
In an instant, the encirclement circle in front of the cave suddenly retreated a lot.
As time goes by, everyone inside and outside the blue light is worried.
Coincidentally and coincidentally, what the two waves of people did was the same thing: "More and more people are coming, and more and more people are gathering. The number of inner disciples has increased to five, and the number of outer disciples and test disciples has reached There are hundreds of people, and there are only a few treasures in the cave, the more people come, the risk of sharing the treasure will increase sharply, and the intensity of the battle will also increase rapidly."
Xu Yi was also worried. Although he was lying down and seemed to be lethargic, his mind was clear and his mind was like a sea.
In the eyes of others, the strange white gas hit him suddenly, without any warning, and it happened in an instant.
But Xu Yi, who is the person involved, is very clear about how the whole process has evolved to the present.
At that time, the strange wall collapsed, and a storm of spiritual energy erupted in the cave. The storm was about to die out, and the jade corpse exhaled light white air from its mouth and nose. The great elder of the Yu family led the way, and everyone rushed towards the cave.
As a result, the white qi easily seriously injured Elder Yu. Seeing this scene, all the heroes tied their hands, and only dared to slowly probe the white qi with their spiritual thoughts, hoping that the spiritual thoughts would hit the head of the white qi and successfully pick off the treasure inside.
At that time, Xu Yi had also aroused his divine sense. Unlike everyone else, when the divine sense came into contact with the white qi, Xu Yi's soul in the depths of his altar did not tremble violently, but faintly felt a kind of Pulling——that white air parted out, and came along with his spiritual thoughts.
Xu Yi felt something strange and wanted to cut off his spiritual thoughts, but unexpectedly, the white air mixed in the spiritual thoughts was like a rope soaked in cold water.
In the end, the cold water soaked in more and more, and he couldn't break free. Finally, the spiritual energy gathered strands and strands, followed his spiritual thoughts, and shot straight into his nostrils.