"It's not a sky-defying formation, as long as you work together, you can always open it!" Elder Lin calmed people's hearts.
"No matter what is in the abyss, this is the only way out. They can't escape away." Elder Shi also said coldly, without worrying about anything.
It's not that they are arrogant, but they really don't have to worry about anything!
In this Thunder Immortal Territory, their Heavenly Thunder Sect and Shenyin Pavilion are the top powers. They are powerful in all directions. They are the holy places of cultivation in the eyes of hundreds of millions of cultivators. of.
When the monks of the two major forces were earnestly breaking through the formation, Jiang Feng followed the patriarch of the undead clan and had already reached the abyss.
As he continued to approach the depths, Jiang Feng felt the breath of death becoming more and more intense, like a vast ocean wave beating, fiercely fierce.
He has already begun to operate the power of the immortal origin, otherwise the power of life has been deprived, which is extremely dangerous.
"That's it," said the patriarch of the undead clan.
After a few more minutes, I finally arrived. The goal, I saw at the end of the abyss, there was a black clay pot, which fell on the ground. The mouth of the pot was not completely sealed, and there was a small gap.
Although it looks small and small, there is an amazing death air, which is madly surging out, and the law of death has been intertwined, and all living things cannot be approached.
"I can only stop here, and getting closer is unbearable." The patriarch of the undead clan, with a heavy tone, did not dare to step forward.
Jiang Feng nodded. It wasn't the undead clan chief who was timid, but the gas of death. It was really terrifying. He had already urged the ancient Scriptures to shatter, and his body was filled with the power of immortality. Even so, he can feel that death is In front of my eyes, my heart was throbbing.
It is no wonder that the ancestor Feng Bo used his body to block it, but failed to completely block it. In the end, his body was destroyed, leaving only a trace of soul.
"Brother Jiang, look, I have brought you here, those monks of our undead clan?" The undead clan chief asked tentatively.
Jiang Feng glanced at him, did not speak, opened Xiao Liudao directly, and a group of monks appeared in an instant.
"Patriarch!" After these monks appeared, they immediately exclaimed.
"Don't talk, hurry up and mobilize the power of Xianyuan, and wait far away." The undead clan chief immediately ordered.
"Okay!" These monks realized that something was wrong now, and the majestic death aura swept over them, causing their vitality to flow away quickly, so they urged the power of the immortal yuan to retreat hundreds of feet away. .
Boom boom boom! ! !
A roar, like thunder, came from the abyss, extremely shocking, causing the earth to tremble, and the cliffs seemed to collapse.
Heavenly Thunder Sect, the cultivator of Shenyin Pavilion, must be attacking the formation with all his strength, so fiercely, it is still unknown whether he can hold on for a few hours.
"Can't delay, wait for me!" Jiang Feng said to the patriarch of the undead clan, and then urged the "Broken Dao Ancient Scripture" and "The Nine Dragons Swallowing Sky Jue".
The two peerless ancient scriptures were urged at the same time, making Jiang Feng's body suddenly like a volcano, surging with a terrifying air that was earth-shaking.
At the same time, Jiang Feng also vigorously urged all the laws and powers, plus various magic weapons.
This source of destruction is a bit scary, so I have to be careful!
After making a sure-fire plan, Jiang Feng began to take steps and stepped forward very carefully.
He had to do this. The breath of death became stronger as he got closer to the earthen pot. If he rushed forward, maybe the breath of death exceeded the physical body to bear, and he would die directly.
The patriarch of the undead clan looked at Jiang Feng dumbfounded. He was shocked by the various methods Jiang Feng urged. This is just a young monk, how could he have so many treasures on him.
It is inevitable to be tempted, but the patriarch of the undead clan, at this time, hopes that Jiang Feng can successfully seal the earthen pot by these means.
The undead clan, they also want to see the ancient scriptures imprinted on the clay pots, what powerful spells are there.
Jiang Feng is about tens of feet away from the clay pot. This distance is not too far, but it is not easy to get close.
Halfway through, Jiang Feng was already sweating profusely, and neither the pilgrimage map of the ten thousand immortals nor the map of the heavens and stars could isolate the spirit of death.
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The peerless aura spurred by the funeral coffin and Tu Xuejian also couldn't suppress the aura of death.
The breath of death exuding from the earthen jar is like a force of the rules of heaven and earth, pervasive.
Jiang Feng was still holding on, and took out the wooden fish, using the Taoist tool, the wooden fish, to knock out a crisp sound, shocking all evil in the world.
Although there are some effects, it is not much stronger. After all, Tu Xuejian and the Funeral Coffin are extremely rare immortal treasures, and they have not been able to stop the gas of death, so how can they be done with wooden fish.
Jiang Feng could only use these magic weapons and the power he possessed to make do with it to withstand about three-tenths of the spirit of death.
Everything else must rely on his physical body to resist it abruptly.
Had it not been for Jiang Feng to be the Eucharist of the Ten Thousand Races, he would not be able to walk where he was now.
Jiang Feng hadn't given up yet. His whole body was shining, golden glow, like a treasure, brilliant and dazzling, so that the patriarch of the undead clan, and the strange elders hundreds of meters away behind him, showed strange colors.
Jiang Feng is too powerful. The extraordinary methods he mastered are far beyond their imagination. They may still be a rare physique. His flesh is like tempered gold, as gorgeous as the scorching sun.
As time passed, Jiang Feng had been under more and more pressure since he was halfway forward, as if he was advancing against one hundred thousand mountains.
This is also the second thing. The most terrifying thing is the air of death, which continuously deprives Jiang Feng of the vitality and makes his appearance begin to grow old.
In a blink of an eye, an hour passed, Jiang Feng was still more than ten feet away from the clay pot, which seemed to be the ultimate in the world, spanning countless epochs, making Jiang Feng insurmountable.
At this time, he was covered in black hair, covered in snow, pale as paper, and his body was full of blood, decayed severely, and wrinkles piled up.
He changed from a youthful appearance to a gray-haired old man in a blink of an eye.
The patriarch of the undead clan looked at the back with anxious heart. The aura of death was too strong. Back then, the ancestor Feng Bo, who was the ultimate soul realm, failed to seal the mouth of the earthen jar at the cost of his body being destroyed. Jiang Feng of the Hinayana of Nirvana went to seal the earthen jar, it was hard to imagine how difficult it was.
"If not, come back!" The undead clan chief said. He valued the earthen jar and the peerless ancient scriptures imprinted on the earthen jar, but he didn't want to see Jiang Feng paying his life in vain.
Jiang Feng did not respond to the patriarch of the undead clan. He continued to move forward, undoubtedly using actions to expose his attitude and move on!
Jiang Feng paid such a big price, he did not hesitate to go from young to old, and finally came to the present position, the clay pot was in front, within reach, how could he retreat.
In Jiang Feng's life, there is the word stubbornness, which has crossed the two lives, has been integrated into the blood, integrated into the life cycle, and it is difficult for him to give up one thing! ()