In the battlefield where Ye Futian was, both the legions of the Great Zhou Holy Dynasty and the legions of the Holy Palace were encircling and suppressing them.
The Xuanwu Legion is still trapped, huddled in the Xuanwu Shell. Every time the whip falls, many people in the Xuanwu Battle Formation will be directly killed, but the battle formation is still immortal, waiting for outside support to arrive.
Ye Futian still sat cross-legged, playing the piano with both hands, and the sound of the piano enveloped the world. His spiritual power also enveloped the vast and endless void, and all the scenes on the battlefield were imprinted in his mind.
Everyone in the Holy Palace is fighting hard and fighting for their beliefs.
Teacher, fulfilling his promise, he will lead the Tiangang battle formation to block the most elite army of Zhou Dynasty.
The sword formations set up by Jian Mo and Xu Shang, as well as the eldest brother, all rushed into the hinterland of the Great Zhou Holy Dynasty army and fought at all costs.
This battle is a battle of life and death.
More violent mental power poured into his mind, as if integrated with his spiritual will. However, he was only a middle-grade sage after all. Such terrifying mental power was unbearable for him, and his mental will seemed to collapse. Just like Hua Jieyu used the holy spirit to fight, but passed out directly after the battle.
Now, he is facing the same situation.
But at this moment, he was not thinking about the consequences. His unparalleled mental power was almost uncontrollable. He tried hard to control his body not to tremble, so that his fingers could still play the piano sounds steadily. The wisps of the piano sounds gathered together crazily and turned into a wave. An even more terrifying mental storm gradually emerged, as if a supreme figure was condensing into existence, like an ancient god.
The technique inherited from the temple leads to the divine guidance of all things.
At this moment, it bloomed from the sound of Ye Futian's piano.
The ancient god that appeared continued to condense and take shape, getting bigger and bigger, covering the sky and the sun. It appeared in the center of the fighting army. Many combatants looked up in shock. The ancient body was filled with extremely terrifying... Spiritual will power.
This huge ancient god's body flows with unparalleled power of rules. Wisps of extremely terrifying purple-gold thunder shine between heaven and earth. Between the ten fingers of the ancient god's body, endless world-destroying thunder radiance flows. Every time The rays of thunder are like a divine whip.
The ancient god stretched out his arm and came with endless purple thunder light. Wisps of thunder whips entangled the Xuanwu formation, like the light of doom falling crazily, hitting the super spiritual will condensed in the battle formation. on, causing the huge Xuanwu body to tremble.
"Jieyu." Ye Futian, who was playing, spit out a voice. Hua Jieyu had the same thoughts as him at the moment. His body flew into the air, and the whip in his hand was swung with the strongest force, heading straight towards the Xuanwu battle formation. Then it went and hit directly at the center of the endless thunder, as if it had triggered a terrifying formation.
In an instant, figures flew out from the Xuanwu battle formation, screaming in agony.
The entire battle formation, with countless strong men, was all blown away. The huge Xuanwu was torn into pieces, and the battle formation was shattered and disintegrated.
Pang Mu stood in the void and saw the people around him being knocked away wildly. He also felt a terrible force attacking his spiritual will in his body, and his face turned pale.
He didn't expect that he would face such danger when he launched an attack on Ye Futian.
"Boom." With one step, Pang Mu wanted to retreat, but Xuanwu Life Soul appeared and wrapped his body in it. At this moment, he only had one thought, to escape.
"Where are you going?"
A cold voice came out, like the voice of judgment. After the voice fell, Pang Mu looked up at the ancient god. He saw a pair of terrifying eyes. The pupils were like Ye Futian's eyes, extremely deep. People fell into it, and in an instant, a terrifying mental storm invaded. Pang Mu's whole body was instantly enveloped in purple thunder, and he only felt a stinging mental force.
Rumble…
A terrifying loud noise was heard, and the ancient god in the void punched out, as if an infinite and huge star fell down, hitting Xuanwu's body.
Along with a terrifying concussive sound, Xuanwu's body was directly cracked and shattered. Pang Mu spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale.
"I quit the fight." Pang Mu suddenly felt a strong sense of fear. If he continued to fight, he would die here.
A whistling wind came out, and Hua Jieyu's whip struck down, with another loud noise. Pang Mu felt as if he had been electrocuted, and his whole body was numb. His spirit and will almost collapsed, but even if he was not directly killed, he was only One breath left.
"Death." Ye Futian raised his head and looked at Pang Mu in the void, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.
He wants these people who came to the Dao Palace to die.
"Bang!" Another heavy blow, Pang Mu's life soul collapsed and shattered, and his body was shattered. Then the whip came again, and a miserable voice came out. Pang Mu's spirit and will collapsed, and his body was weak and moved towards Falling from the sky.
Seeing this scene, those who had been seriously injured in the Xuanwu Battle Formation turned pale, and each of them felt an extremely strong sense of fear.
Pang Mu, the commander of the Xuanwu Legion, one of the four commanders of the Great Zhou Holy Dynasty, died in battle at the Holy Dao Palace in Huangzhou.
"boom."
In the void, the chess pieces of King Zhou Sheng landed heavily on the chessboard, filled with a terrifying majestic aura.
Although Pang Mu was not a member of the royal family, he was one of the four commanders of the legions besides the Golden Phoenix Legion of the Great Zhou Holy Dynasty. He had a high status in the Great Zhou Holy Dynasty, but now he died in battle in the Holy Palace.
Moreover, this holy war was somewhat different from what he had imagined. Huangzhou's strength and determination far exceeded his expectations.
"How?" The old village chief put down the chess piece and looked up at Zhou Sheng Wangdao. His mood was also a little disturbed. The performance of Ye Futian and the powerful men from the Holy Saint Dao Palace made him a little moved.
"Although a legion was surrounded and killed, that battle formation will also be buried with him." Zhou Shengwang said indifferently, and made another move, swallowing a piece of the old village chief's regional chess pieces.
What King Zhou Sheng was referring to was naturally the Tiangang Battle Formation headed by Douzhan Xianjun.
The old village chief lowered his head and looked in the direction of the Tiangang battle formation.
At this time, Douzhan Xianjun gathered the power of the battle formation into one body, and his whole body was shining brightly. Only three major directions were visible. Zhou Mian, Zhou Huang, and Wuliang Xianjun launched another attack.
With an angry roar, Douzhan Xianjun's dharma body was condensed again, and a huge radiance erupted from the huge body. He raised his arms, filled with endless power, and then shot out of the air with the power of the Holy Fighting Gloves, blasting a ten thousand-foot fist. The awn wants to break the heavens.
However, the three powerful men on the opposite side all possess holy weapons. They attack with the power of the holy weapons, break the fist, and descend on the dharma body. The golden phoenix sword penetrates everything, the infinite ruler smashes the void, and the dharma body collapses directly again. The terrifying attack hit the burly body of Douzhan Xianjun hard. His body bones were broken and his meridians were split. The sword intent of the Golden Phoenix Sword penetrated the sacred weapon armor and attacked his physical body, making his body feel like it was about to be torn apart. Like cracking.
The holy weapon was stained with blood, and the aura on Douzhan Xianjun's body fluctuated unsteadily, as if it was on the verge of collapse, and the majestic body could no longer bear it.
"Brother, let me do it." Lord Vajra was in a state of turmoil. Looking at that majestic body, he was trying his best to buy time for that battlefield.
"Pang Mu is dead." At this time, Zhou Mian glanced over there with an extremely cold expression. The leader of the Xuanwu Legion died in battle.
Ye Futian, he actually created a boundless and huge body and entered other legions. On the battlefield over there, their legions from the Great Zhou Holy Dynasty did not have an advantage.
Douzhan Xianjun obviously saw it too. He turned around and glanced at the battlefield, with a smile on his lips. Did he already destroy a large army of the opponent
In this way, Dao Palace has one more hope. Of course, he still has to protect the Tiangang battle formation from being destroyed.
"Kill him." Zhou Mian said to Zhou Huang and Wuliang Xianjun, then turned around and led the army to go to another battlefield.
"Where to go." Douzhan Xianjun stepped out, and the battle formation immediately moved with him. His body moved towards Zhou Mian, and his overbearing fist blasted out again.
"You are looking for death." Zhou Mian said angrily, and a wing slashed down, as if cutting the void and splitting his fist, but Douzhan Xianjun never thought of giving up, his arms broke through the air at the same time, and his endless fists aimed at The opponent smashed it, and the huge wings behind Zhou Mian slashed down wildly, and the two people's attacks collided with each other extremely violently.
"Senior brother, be careful." King Kong Xianjun roared loudly, and saw an extremely dazzling light coming. Douzhan Xianjun was resisting Zhou Mian's attack, and was unable to dodge anymore. The Golden Phoenix Sword stabbed Douzhan with terrifying power. Although Xian Jun's body was blocked by the holy weapon and the Golden Phoenix Sword could not penetrate his body, the boundless and sharp sword intent still rushed into his body.
Douzhan Xianjun kept vomiting blood from his mouth, and his internal organs seemed to be torn apart.
At this moment, he remembered what he taught Ye Futian and Yu Sheng when he first met them. He said that those who refine their bodies are always strong. If others attack you, you can withstand it, but the other party cannot withstand your attack. .
However, this time, something was different, and even he couldn't bear it anymore.
"Senior brother." King Kong Xianjun's face was pale. At this moment, even if he wanted to change formations, it would be difficult.
The other party would never let go of the opportunity to kill his senior brother.
"If I fall, you continue." Douzhan Xianjun spoke loudly. After the words fell, his body seemed to be on fire. Seven rays of light shuttled crazily through his body. Suddenly, one after another rays of light directly penetrated his body, from both fists. , feet, chest and abdomen, and even the top of the head penetrated, bursting out with boundless bright brilliance.
Tiancan Jue is his cultivation technique. What is the meaning of Tiancan
In fact, there was one move that he did not teach Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, and that was the ultimate move of the Tiancan Jue, the Tiancan Move.
Break the limits of the physical body and burn all the potential of the physical body.
At this moment, in the Tiangang battle formation, endless momentum poured into his body crazily, penetrating without reservation, raging and impacting inside his body, and seven rays of light shot straight into the sky.
At this time, Douzhan Xianjun's mind was clear and flawless, and an extremely terrifying power of will enveloped the heavens.
The vast world seemed to have a force resonating with it. Terrifying storms suddenly blew up in the sky. These wisps of storms raged across the heaven and earth like the rules of the great road, and then headed towards the body of the wise Lord Douzhan. Go and penetrate his body, causing Douzhan Xianjun's expression to move slightly and he raised his head to look at the sky.
God, are you kidding him too
At this time, above the void, the chess pieces in the hands of Zhou Shengwang and the old village chief fell. Their eyes were extremely sharp, looking at Douzhan Xianjun in the sky.
When the state of mind is perfect, the holy calamity comes, and the holy path is forged
"Haha..." A loud laugh shook the world. Douzhan Xianjun stared at the sky and solemnly said: "I want to ask Qingtian, how long is this life, but what is the heart, death, what regrets?"
Since God allowed him to experience the holy way before he died, he would be perfect in this life!
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