In the battlefield where Ye Futian was, no matter it was the army of the Great Zhou Dynasty or the army of the Holy Taoist Palace, they all surrounded and suppressed.
The basalt legion was still trapped, shrouded in a basalt shell, and every time the magic whip fell, it would directly kill many people in the basalt battle formation, but the battle formation remained indestructible, waiting for outside support to arrive.
Ye Futian still sat cross-legged, stroking the piano with his hands, and the sound of the piano enveloped the world. His mental power also enveloped the vast and endless void, and all the pictures on the battlefield were branded in his mind.
Everyone in the Palace of the Holy Path is fighting hard, fighting for faith.
Teacher, in fulfilling his promise, he will lead the Tiangang battlefield to block the most elite army of the Great Zhou.
The sword formations that the Sword Demon and Xu Shang had deployed, as well as the big brothers, all rushed into the hinterland of the great army of the Great Zhou Dynasty, fighting at any cost.
This battle is a battle of life and death.
More violent mental power poured into his mind, as if it was integrated with his spiritual will. However, he was only a middle-ranked sage after all. Such a terrifying spiritual power made him unbearable, and his spiritual will seemed to collapse. It's like Hua Jieyu first fought with the will of the Holy Spirit, and fainted directly after the battle.
Today, he is also facing the same situation.
But at this moment, he was not considering the consequences. The incomparable mental power was almost uncontrollable. He tried hard to control his body not to tremble, so that the ten fingers were still playing the piano sound steadily, and the strings of the piano sound crazily gathered together and turned into one. An even more terrifying spiritual storm, gradually, there seemed to be a supreme figure condensed and came into being, like an ancient god.
The art of temple inheritance, Vientiane god guide.
At this moment, it blooms from Ye Futian's piano sound.
The appearance of the ancient gods continued to condense and form, becoming bigger and bigger, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, appearing in the middle of the fighting army. Many combatants looked up in shock, and the ancient body was filled with terrible things. Spiritual will power.
The power of unparalleled rules flows on this huge body of the ancient god, strands of terrifying purple-gold thunder shining between the sky and the earth, and between the ten fingers of the ancient god’s body, the endless radiance of the world-destroying thunder flows, every The rays of thunder and brilliance are like a whip.
The ancient god's arm stretched out, bringing the endless purple thunder brilliance to come, strands of thunder whip entangled the basaltic array, like the light of the apocalypse drooping down crazily, hitting the super spiritual will condensed in the battle array. Up, making the huge Xuanwu body tremble.
"Jieyu." Ye Futian, who was playing, let out a voice. Hua Jieyu had the same thoughts as him at the moment, and his body flew up in the air. The magic whip in his hand swung with the strongest force, straight towards the Xuanwu battle formation. Go, directly hit the center of the endless thunder's glory, as if triggering a terrible large array.
In an instant, a group of figures flew out from the Xuanwu battle formation, screaming in their mouths.
The entire battle formation, countless powerful people, were all shaken out, the huge basalt torn apart, the battle formation was shattered and disintegrated.
Standing in the void, Pang Mu saw the people around him being madly shocked. He also felt a terrible force in his body to attack his spiritual will, and his face turned pale.
Unexpectedly, when he launched an attack on Ye Futian, he would face such a dangerous situation.
"Boom." Pang Mu wanted to retreat, and the Xuanwu Life Soul appeared and wrapped his body in it. At this moment, he had only one thought, to escape.
"Where are you going?"
An icy voice came out, like the voice of judgment. This voice fell, and Pang Mu raised his head to look at the ancient god. He saw a pair of terrifying eye pupils, which looked like Ye Futian’s eyes, extremely deep. People fell into it, and in an instant, a terrible storm of mental power invaded, and Pang Mu's body was instantly enveloped by the brilliance of purple thunder, and he only felt a sting of mental power.
Booming...
There was a terrible loud noise, and the ancient god in the void blasted out a punch, as if an infinite huge star smashed down, blasting on the body of Xuanwu.
Accompanied by a terrifying and concussive sound, Xuanwu's body was directly cracked and broken, Pang Mu spit out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.
"I retired." Pang Mu suddenly felt a strong sense of fear, and if he continued to fight, he would die here.
There was a whistling wind, Hua Jieyu's whip and whip fell, and there was another loud noise. Pang Muru was shocked by the electric shock, and his whole body was numb, and his spiritual will almost collapsed and shattered, but even if he was not directly killed, he was only One breath left.
"Dead." Ye Futian raised his head and looked towards Pang Mu in the void, with a cold killing intent in his eyes.
He wanted these people who came to Dao Palace to die.
"Bang!" With another heavy blow, Pang Mu's life and soul collapsed and shattered, and his body was shattered, and then the beating of the whip came again. A miserable voice came out, Pang Mu's mental will collapsed, and his body was weakened. Falling down into the sky.
Seeing this scene, the faces of those who were seriously injured in the Xuanwu battle before became pale, and one by one gave birth to an incomparably strong sense of fear.
Pang Mu, one of the four rulers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Xuanwu Legion, commanded Pang Mu and died in the most sacred palace in the deserted state.
"boom."
In the void, Zhou Shengwang's chess pieces fell heavily on the chessboard, and his body was filled with a terrifying majestic aura.
Although Pang Mu was not an imperial clan, he was also one of the leaders of the four major legions besides the Golden Phoenix Legion of the Great Zhou Dynasty. His status in the Great Zhou Dynasty was not low, but now he actually died in this Holy Taoist Palace.
Moreover, this holy war was a little different from what he had imagined. The strength and determination of the barren state were far beyond his expectations.
"How?" The old village chief dropped his chess pieces and looked up at Zhou Sheng Wang Dao. His mood was also a little turbulent. The performance of Ye Futian and the powers of the Holy Dao Palace made him a little moved.
"Although it has been besieged and killed a legion, but also, that battle will be buried." Zhou Shengwang said indifferently, landed again, and swallowed a piece of regional chess pieces of the old village chief.
What Zhou Shengwang was referring to was naturally the Tiangang battle formation headed by Dou Zhan Xianjun.
The old village chief lowered his head and looked in the direction of the Tiangang battle formation.
At this time, the fighting sages gathered the power of the battle formation, and the whole body was radiant. Only three directions, Zhou Mian, Zhou Huang, and Wuliang Xianjun launched another attack.
With a loud shout, Dou Zhan Xianjun's Law Bodies once again condensed and came into being. On the huge and incomparable body, the radiance exploded, with both arms raised, full of endless strength, and then burst out with the power of the holy fist of the war, and blasted out the fist. Mang, want to smash the heavens.
However, the three powerhouses on the opposite side all possess sacred artifacts, attacking with the power of the sacred artifacts, breaking the fist intent, and descending on the law body. The golden phoenix sword penetrates everything, smashing the void without a measuring ruler, and the law body once again collapses directly. A terrible attack blasted fiercely on the burly body of Dou Zhan Xianjun. His body was broken and his meridians were split. The sword intent of the Golden Phoenix Sword attacked the flesh through the sacred armor, making his body seem to be torn apart. Cracked.
The sacred vessel was stained with blood, and the breath of Dou Zhan Xianjun fluctuated steadily, seeming to be crumbling, and that sacred body could not continue to bear.
"Brother, let me come." King Kongxian was flustered, looking at that stalwart body, he was doing his best to buy time for that battlefield.
"Pang Mu is dead." At this time, Zhou Mian glanced over there with an extremely indifferent expression. The leader of the Xuanwu Legion died in battle.
Ye Futian, he actually forged an infinitely huge body, and smashed into the other legions. On the battlefield over there, the legions of the Great Zhou Dynasty did not have the upper hand.
Dou Zhan Xianjun obviously saw it too. He turned his head and glanced at the battlefield, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, had he destroyed an army of the opponent.
In this way, Dao Palace's hope is increased, of course, he also has to guard this Tiangang battle formation not to be destroyed.
"You kill him." Zhou Mian spoke to Zhou Huang and Wuliangxian, then turned and led the army to go to another battlefield.
"Where to go." Dou Zhan Xianjun stepped out, and the battle formation immediately followed him. His body moved towards Zhou Mian, and his domineering fist blasted out again.
"You're looking for death." Zhou Mian said angrily. A wing slashed down, like cutting the void and splitting his fists, but Dou Zhan Xianjun never thought of giving up. His arms broke through the air at the same time, and his endless fists were facing. The opponent smashed it, and the huge wings behind Zhou Mian slashed down frantically, and the two attacks collided extremely violently.
"Brother be careful." King Kong Xian shouted loudly, and saw a dazzling brilliance descending. Dou Zhan Xianjun was resisting Zhou Mian's attack and was unable to dodge anymore. The Golden Phoenix Sword was stabbing with terrifying power in the fight. Even though Xianjun's body was blocked by the holy weapon, the Golden Phoenix Sword could not penetrate into his body, but the boundless and fierce sword intent still rushed into his body.
The blood from Dou Zhanxian's mouth kept spitting out, and his internal organs seemed to be torn apart.
At this moment, he remembered what he taught to Ye Futian and Yu Sheng when he saw them for the first time. He said that the body refiner is Hengqiang. If others attack you, you can bear it, but the other party cannot bear your attack. .
However, this time, it was a little different, even he couldn't bear it anymore.
"Brother." King Kong Xianjun's face was pale. At this moment, even if he wanted to change the formation, it was difficult.
The other party would never let go of the opportunity to kill the senior.
"If I fall, you continue." Dou Zhan Xianjun said loudly, and the voice fell, his body seemed to burn, and seven rays of brilliance madly shuttled through his body, and suddenly a ray of light directly penetrated his body, from both fists. , Feet, chest and abdomen, and even the top of the head penetrated, bursting out boundless brilliance.
Tian Can Jue is his practice technique. What is the meaning of the word Tian Can
In fact, there is one formula he did not teach Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, and that is the ultimate formula of Tiancan tactics, Tiancan style.
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 aura madly poured into his body, penetrated into his body without reservation, raged and impacted in his body, seven rays of brilliance, straight into the sky.
At this time, Dou Zhan Xianjun's mind was unobstructed, without any shortage, an extremely terrifying will power enveloped the heavens.
There seemed to be a force in resonance with the vast world. Above the sky, a terrible storm suddenly blew up. This wisps of storms raged across the sky and the earth like the rules of a road, and then moved towards the body of the Xianjun Dou Zhan. Go, penetrate his body, causing Dou Zhan Xianjun's expression to move slightly, raising 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 King Zhou Sheng and the old village chief fell, and their eyes were all extremely sharp, looking down at the fighting Xianjun.
The state of mind is not lacking, the holy calamity is the most important, do you cast the holy way
"Haha..." A loud laughter trembled between the world, and Xianjun Dou Zhan stared at the sky and said solemnly: "If you want to ask the sky, the geometry of this life, the direction of the heart, death, what regrets?"
Since God told him to experience the holy way before he died, there is no shortage in this life!
PS: Brothers, ask for monthly support from the army...