On Piaoyun Island, tens of thousands of disciples rushed out of their residences, their expressions tense.
Since the establishment of the Zhenhai Palace sect, the main altar has been attacked by aliens many times, but the danger has been saved. But this time, it is hard to say that the invading enemies are twelve fusion monks.
Song Yiming, Chen Yueying, Yang Qinglong and a young woman in a gold dress with exquisite facial features were floating in the sky with solemn expressions.
The young woman in a gold skirt has her hair combed into clouds and her temples are combed. She has an oval face lightly painted with pink and white, her beautiful eyes are lively and her figure is slim.
Li Jingjing, in the middle stage of integration, is Yang Qinglong’s Taoist companion.
The sixth-generation elder of the Zhenhai Sect in Dongli Realm was stubborn and led a large number of elite disciples into the Tianxu Cave to hunt for treasures. They suffered heavy losses and were partially inherited by Bingyue Immortal Lord, thus improving the two Zhenhai Cultivation Techniques and turning them into matching techniques.
The sixth-generation great elder advanced greatly in supernatural powers, ascended to Xuanyang Realm, and taught his skills to the disciples of Zhenhai Palace. As a result, the ascended faction grew stronger and competed with the local factions.
Yang Qinglong and Li Jingjing were practicing matching exercises. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan chose to set up separate schools, so naturally they could not continue to practice subsequent exercises.
The aliens are coming fiercely. The two major clans, the Jinghuo Tribe and the Yaksha Tribe, are attacking the border town. In addition, more than ten races including the Jinpeng Clan are attacking. Zhenhai Palace has sent many fused monks to fight against the aliens.
Chen Yueying has survived the great catastrophe for less than ten years, her vitality has not yet recovered, and her strength is not as good as before.
The four of them are in the middle stage of integration, and they still have tens of thousands of disciples who can be mobilized.
On the alien side, in addition to the two late-stage integration monks, there are also five mid-stage integration monks and five early-stage integration monks, who are very powerful.
"Junior Brother Shi, as a human race, you actually defected to a foreign race and acted as a collaborator."
Song Yiming's eyes fell on a young man in green robe with handsome features. The young man in green robe had red lips and white teeth, smart eyes and a tall figure.
Chen Yueying's expression darkened when she saw the young man in green robe.
The young man in green robe is named Shi Haotian. He was born in Zhenhai Palace. He is an elite disciple of Zhenhai Palace and belongs to the local faction.
He later changed to the Blood Path Kung Fu and practiced as a Blood Sacrifice Monk, and his cultivation level improved greatly. After the incident was revealed, Chen Yueying personally took action and severely injured Shi Haotian, but Shi Haotian used a secret technique to escape.
Shi Haotian has not shown up for thousands of years. I thought he was dead, but I didn't expect that he was still alive and had reached the middle stage of integration.
"Siding with the tiger? It's just a winner or a loser. Senior Sister Chen, you didn't kill me last time. This time I came back specifically to take revenge."
Shi Haotian said with a smile, his eyes cold.
"Hmph, you are to blame for your own fault if you change to the Blood Technique. I didn't kill you last time, so you are lucky, but you are not so lucky this time."
Chen Yueying snorted coldly, her face filled with murderous intent.
"I want to see how you kill me this time."
Shi Haotian sneered.
"Be careful. This traitor knows many secrets of our Zhenhai Palace, including secret techniques."
Song Yiming reminded via voice transmission, his voice was heavy.
Only by knowing one's enemy and one's own can one be victorious in every battle. Shi Haotian turned to the foreign race. The foreign race must know the magical powers of Song Yiming and others, but they did not know the magical powers of the foreign race.
"Do it, leave no one behind."
Jin Hao's face turned cold, and he took out a feather fan that was flashing with golden light. There was a lifelike golden crow pattern on the surface of the feather fan, which emitted astonishing fluctuations of fire aura.
"Golden Crow Fan, you actually brought this treasure."
Song Yiming said in surprise, his face becoming more and more gloomy. The palace-protecting formation of Zhenhai Palace is a seventh-level formation, the Ten Thousand Seas Transformation Spirit Formation, which is both offensive and defensive.
The Golden Crow Fan is one of the seven treasures of the Jinghuo Clan. It is refined into the natal feather of an eighth-level Golden Crow with golden eyes. It is a top-grade heaven-reaching spiritual treasure that burns the sky and refines the earth. It is most suitable for breaking formations.
Jin Hao brought the Golden Crow Fan, one of the seven treasures of the clan, and was determined to take over the Zhenhai Palace.
Jin Hao flicked the fan lightly, and with a clear and loud croaking sound, the Golden Crow Fan suddenly emitted golden light, and countless golden flames swept out. The void twisted and deformed, unable to withstand the high temperature, it tore apart directly.
The golden flame suddenly condensed and turned into a golden crow that was more than a thousand feet tall and rushed towards Piaoyun Island. Wherever it passed, the void tore apart and a large amount of sea water volatilized.
Shi Haotian and others either sacrificed treasures or mobilized the Dharma to attack Piaoyun Island.
Song Yiming snorted coldly, flipped his right hand, a blue light flashed, and a steamy blue flag appeared in his hand. The blue light kept flowing, and the aura was amazing.
Zhenhai Flag is one of the seven treasures of Zhenhai Palace.
Song Yiming gently waved the Zhenhai flag, and the calm sea surface suddenly rolled violently, setting off huge waves that were more than 10,000 feet high. After a blur, they turned into blue water dragons more than 1,000 feet long, rushing towards the huge golden crow.
Chen Yueying and the others either activated magic weapons or activated magic weapons to injure the enemy.
At the same time, the monks of Zhenhai Palace lined up in a neat formation, either casting high-level spells to attack the enemy, or activating treasures to injure the enemy. With the sect-protecting formation, the fusion of alien races could not hurt them.
Qing Xiao shook his sleeves, and twelve small mirrors with flashing green light flew out. The surface of the small green mirror was engraved with flame patterns, and its aura was amazing. It was obviously a middle-grade Tongtian Lingbao.
As soon as he pressed the magic formula, the twelve small cyan mirrors suddenly lit up. After countless cyan runes emerged from the mirrors, each of them shot out a thick cyan light and went straight to Piaoyun Island.
This set of Green Flame Demon-Burning Mirror is specially used to break the palace-protecting formation of Zhenhai Palace. With the Golden Crow Fan, it is only a matter of time before the palace-protecting formation of Zhenhai Palace is broken.
Twelve rays of green light struck the palace protective formation of Zhenhai Palace, and Piaoyun Island disappeared without a trace.
Countless white mist suddenly appeared on the sea surface, huge waves surged into the sky, tsunamis continued, and Piaoyun Island disappeared under their noses.
Zhenhai Palace has a long history, and there are as many as five sets of seventh-level formations. There are fusion monks controlling the formations, and their power is extraordinary. This is also the reason why the alien race sent twelve fusion monks to attack Zhenhai Palace.
Shi Haotian felt his eyes flash as he suddenly appeared above the endless blue sea. Huge waves were surging into the sky, and strong winds were roaring by. He looked around, but he did not see Jin Hao and the others, and his spiritual consciousness could not detect their presence. .
"Illusion array?"
Shi Haotian's face was solemn. The overall strength of Zhenhai Palace was second only to the Xuanqing Sect. Otherwise, the foreign race would not have mobilized twelve combined monks to attack the main altar of Zhenhai Palace.
The sea water below surged violently, forming huge whirlpools, creating a strong attraction, as if there was an invisible hand pushing him towards the huge whirlpool.
Shi Haotian snorted coldly and held out a bloody plantain fan. He fanned it gently, and a bloody wind swept out and went straight to the huge whirlpool below.
They prepared formation-breaking treasures that could weaken Zhenhai Palace's palace-protecting formation, but it was not easy to capture Zhenhai Palace.
On Piaoyun Island, Song Yiming and four others each held a sparkling array disk and entered a series of magic techniques.
They plan to rely on the large formation to resist for a while and wait for reinforcements. Unless they have to, they will not rush out to fight the enemy to the death.
As long as reinforcements arrive, the enemy will be the turtle in the urn.