Chapter 1203 The Trump Card of the Son of God of the Night Clan

"This is the real power of the closing formation..."

Seeing the round of divine elixirs emerging in the void, colorful and gorgeous, Fang Xing's heart stopped for a moment, and then started beating wildly.

Tianyuan Zui, who had long guessed that this closed-door formation, which was regarded as the lifeblood of the Fengtian Alliance, was said to be cultivated by all the old scholars of Tianji Palace. Even formation geniuses like Wu Sang'er could only fight with him. The closed-door formation pushed out by the strong formation masters must not only have the function of sealing a void, but must also have other magical purposes. But it was not until this time that the five-color divine elixir appeared that Fang Xing realized that the power of this formation was far beyond his imagination, and had even reached a level that shook the heavens and the earth!

It is said that the most powerful power of this formation is the eighteen thousand formation flags!

But now, only sixty-four formation flags have been used. It can only be said that it has shown some power for the first time!

But even so, it has shocked the whole world, even the minor saints of the Divine Court and the well-informed minor immortal world were stunned.

This large formation has been pushed to the extreme and is already connected with Dan principles. Under the influence of the sixty-four formation flags, this large formation is like a great furnace, combining the spirit and spirit of all the monks who participated in this formation. All the cultivation bases were smelted into one place and turned into a divine elixir, and all the Fengtian League monks in this formation can be blessed by this divine elixir. If they have the magic power of countless people out of thin air, they will be blessed. My body can even improve my cultivation by several levels at this moment!

This kind of formation and this kind of elixir are even impossible to see in normal times.

The main reason is that he has too high requirements for the monks who participated in this formation, which requires them to trust the people in the formation for free and be willing to hand over everything they have. After all, for cultivators, the only way to borrow a wife is to borrow money from heaven and earth. Cultivation is the foundation of oneself, and one cannot borrow a single penny. However, they need to be selfless, without any distracting thoughts, and willing to lend all their magic power to others. If someone in the group has evil thoughts, they can take it away directly. Their cultivation has turned them into useless people...

There are successors in the world, and those who practice cultivation are all self-cultivation against nature, and the most selfish ones. Over the long years, they have abandoned their friends and lost their family ties. In order to go further on this road, they have almost exhausted all kinds of means. I also want to let myself live forever...

But this formation requires them to make completely opposite decisions and hand over their most fundamental things!

It can be said that this formation has reached its extreme, and the test is no longer the formation's magic, but the human heart...

Only when the gods descend from the sky and Tianyuan is at a critical moment, will such a large formation appear!

However, the effect is also obvious...

Within the gate-closing formation, as soon as the divine elixir suddenly appeared, the situation on the field changed drastically. Kong Kong'er, Wang Qiong, Song Guichan and others all had strong Qi at the same time. They were blessed by the colorful halo, and their bodies were cultivated. The price has simply skyrocketed out of thin air, reaching three, four or even five or six times higher than just now. The opponents who were originally struggling with them and even had the upper hand suffered a huge loss at this moment and were beaten by them. They retreated step by step, as if they were at the end of a powerful crossbow, watching helplessly as they were about to lose their lives at any moment and be cut down by the sword.

However, only Lu Fengxian and Xiao Xue did not accept these rays of divine light and still fought fiercely with their own strength.

Lu Fengxian saw the five-color divine elixir, and his mind changed. He also understood the origin of this elixir, but as if he felt some kind of humiliation, he directly dodged the divine light that rushed towards him, and then used the remaining two bones behind his back. The flag was pulled out and sacrificed in the air. The wind was swaying, and countless demon gods with broken limbs and heads were manifested. They roared silently with his movements. He stood like a fierce god in the black smoke. The Heavenly Painted Halberd came out of its hole like a poisonous dragon and struck forward fiercely, forcing Gu He to retreat step by step, roaring incessantly.

Xiao Xue just shook her head slightly, her white hair danced wildly, and the body of the white snake under her feet rolled and rushed straight to the nine heavens. She actually appeared in a posture of being the only one in the world. She pinched the magic formula with her fingers and held the bone sword in her palm. Suddenly, his strength increased by several percent, and he slashed down at Taiyuan, the descendant of the Nether Tribe below. With a single stroke of his sword, he penetrated the stunned Taiyuan and was seriously injured.

"Haha...haha...haha..."

Fang Xing laughed in astonishment, feeling the brilliance of the five-color divine elixir entering his body with curiosity.

He had always been used to robbing people of their things, but this was the first time he felt the feeling of being given away for free...

Although I knew that this was actually just lent to me, I couldn't help but feel happy!

boom! boom! boom!

He felt that the mana in his body was gradually increasing, as if an empty bag was gradually filling with water...

"You're so fierce, how many more rounds are you going to fight with me?"

After feeling that he had an endless source of power, Fang Xing was so proud that he roared loudly, then waved the Hundred Battle Soul Soldier and rushed towards the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm. Just now, because he knew that his cultivation was inferior, he had been He tried his best to avoid a head-on confrontation with the descendants of the Little Fairy World, but now he is uncharacteristically stating that the brave will win when they meet in a narrow road. If you are not killed, it is not over!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The descendant of Xiaoxian Realm, Ji Dao, also frowned tightly and used the Forgetting Heavenly Skill to kill Fang Xing three times in a row.

Soul soldiers versus supernatural powers, heavenly arts versus great formations!

The two of them suddenly formed a competitive force, without any pretense. They blasted three times in a row, each body swayed, and the turbulent currents flew in the void.

After three collisions, the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm had a livid face, his figure was retreating, and a knot formed between his eyebrows.

Based purely on the comparison of strength, he was actually suppressed by Fang Xing...

"The Divine Court is in danger..."

At this moment, the expressions of Fu Shanzi, Hua Mi'er and others all changed greatly, and some of them complained incessantly.

They have always had great confidence in the power of their own race, but at the same time they were also wary of the various formations, alchemy, and talismans of human beings. But now, the true power of the closed-door formation has been revealed again. It more directly proved that their fear was true. The Tianyuan creatures actually had such amazing formations, and they forced their opponents to gain otherworldly power out of thin air. In an instant, they had gone from being evenly matched just now to becoming To suppress and pursue him...

How can this continue?

"If we don't think of any other way, our lives will be at stake here..."

At this time, they couldn't help but look towards the God Son of the Night Clan.

"Stop pretending to be a boss, use whatever tricks you have to try to win over others..."

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"So this is how the Fengtian Alliance plans to deal with me?"

The God Son of the Night Clan has indeed been pretending to be the same as the old man. Everyone else was in full swing of fighting, but he stood there quietly watching the show, as if he was staying out of the action. Only when he saw the five-color magic elixir appearing in the closing formation. , a slight ripple appeared on Gujing Bubo's face, and he laughed softly. Then he saw that each of the little saints in Shenting was in an extremely dangerous situation, as if they would be killed at any time, but they were not in a hurry at all, but instead let out a long sigh...

"The method is good, but the enthusiasm is also lamentable..."

"It's just that passion is naive to a certain extent. Who would be naive enough to compete with your strength?"

His eyes became cold, and the night air began to slowly drain away from his body, like little snakes...

"...even if I have more power than you!"

boom!

As the black night air on his body flowed faster and faster, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Found it!"

Then, he took out five colorful formation flags from his black sleeves, which were covered with dense runes. If you look carefully, you can see that there is a huge embroidered on these four formation flags. The word "prison" was written, and then he spread out his five fingers. The five formation flags also disappeared with the night air, flying to no one knows where. His whole expression looked like he was deeply relieved, and the black color on his body The night air flowed faster and faster, as if the whole person suddenly turned into a reverse vortex and was dissipating.

"Whether you take the Sun-Moon Pill or risk your life, you must stop them from burning a stick of incense for me!"

The last words came out in a low voice and floated into the ears of the little saints of the gods.

Now these little saints from the Divine Court were clearly at the end of their game, yet he actually forced them to hold on to the incense stick for one more time.

After hearing this order, the little saints of the Gods' Court felt secretly bitter on their faces, and there was a hint of despair in their eyes.

But since the Son of God of the Night Clan has said so, looking at Tai Yuan, the descendant of the Nether Clan who has taken the Sun Moon Pill and seems to be even more powerful than before he was abolished, they have to deal with it severely. I am worried...

The Son of God of the Night Clan had already planned it, and he couldn't allow himself to escape, right?

"Little Tulu, stop him..."

Except for the last sentence, all the other actions of the God Son of the Night Clan are extremely hidden and difficult to be discovered. However, Fang Xing still understands him too well after all. Even in the fierce fight with the descendant of the Little Immortal Realm, he has always been separated. A wisp of spiritual thought was observing him, especially when the God Son of the Night Clan took out the five-striped banner, he suddenly sensed a familiar aura from it. That aura was exactly what he had captured in Beihai Prison. What Xin Ya had experienced was obviously the relics of the destroyed Lord of Prison Heart Cliff...

"The Son of God of the Night Clan must have other plans, otherwise he wouldn't be able to keep such a low profile..."

This discovery made Fang Xing desperately fight off the descendants of the Little Immortal Realm, and then turned around and shouted loudly.

"I've been watching him for a long time!"

Shenxiu's voice suddenly rang out, resounding in the void.

It seemed that he was still sitting cross-legged a hundred feet away from the Son of God of the Night Clan, but suddenly a voice sounded behind the Son of the Night Clan. It turned out that the person who had been exposed in front of people was the incarnation, and the real body had been lurking over long ago. As early as Fang Xing opened his mouth to remind him, he also noticed something was wrong. He reached over quietly, took out a huge wooden fish from his sleeve, and knocked it hard...