Chapter 832 Want to Ask Qingtian
In the battlefield where Ye Futian was, both the Legion of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the Legion of the Holy Palace were all encircled and suppressed.
The Xuanwu Legion is still trapped, huddled in the Xuanwu shell, and every time the magic whip falls, many people in the Xuanwu battle formation will be directly killed, but the battle formation is still indestructible, waiting for the arrival of outside support.
Ye Futian still sat cross-legged, playing the piano with both hands, the sound of the piano enveloped the world, and his spiritual power also enveloped the vast and endless void, and all the pictures on the battlefield were imprinted in his mind.
All the people in the Holy Palace are fighting hard, fighting for their beliefs.
Teacher, in fulfilling his promise, he will lead the Tiangang battle formation to block the most elite army of the Great Zhou.
The sword formation formed by Sword Demon, Xu Shang and the others, as well as the senior brother, all entered the hinterland of the Great Zhou Sacred Dynasty army, fighting at all costs.
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 is only a middle-grade sage after all. Such terrifying spiritual power made him unbearable, and his spiritual will seemed to collapse. It's like Hua Jieyu fought with the will of the Holy Spirit at the beginning, and passed out directly after the battle.
Now, he is also facing the same situation.
But at this moment, he wasn't thinking about the consequences. His incomparable mental power was almost uncontrollable. He tried hard to control his body not to tremble, and let his ten fingers still play the piano sound steadily. An even more terrifying spiritual storm, gradually, a supreme figure seemed to gather together, like an ancient god.
The art of inheritance in the temple, the magic of all phenomena.
At this moment, it blooms from Ye Futian's piano sound.
This ancient god that appeared continued to condense into shape, getting bigger and bigger, covering the sky and the sun, and appeared in the center of the fighting army. Many fighters looked up in shock. On the ancient body, there was an extremely terrifying aura. Mental willpower.
The power of incomparable rules flows above the huge body of the ancient god, and strands of extremely terrifying purple-gold thunder shine between the heaven and the earth. Between the ten fingers of the ancient god's body, there flows endless radiance of world-destroying thunder. The radiance of thunder is like a magic whip.
The ancient god stretched out his arm, and descended with endless purple thunder brilliance, strands of thunder and long whips wrapped around the Xuanwu formation, like the light of doom crazily falling down, hitting on the super-strong spiritual will condensed in the battle formation up, making the huge Xuanwu body tremble.
"Jieyu." Ye Futian, who was playing, uttered a voice. Hua Jieyu had the same thoughts as him at the moment, and his body flew into the air. He waved the magic whip in his hand with the strongest force, and headed straight towards the Xuanwu battle formation. Going forward, it directly hit the center of the endless thunderous brilliance, as if triggering a terrifying formation.
In an instant, figures flew out of the Xuanwu battle formation, screaming in pain.
The entire battle formation, countless powerful people, were all blown away, the incomparably huge Xuanwu was torn apart, and the battle formation was shattered and disintegrated.
Standing in that void, Pang Mu saw the people around him being blown away madly, and he also felt a terrible force attacking his spiritual will in his body, and his face turned pale.
Unexpectedly, he would face such a dangerous situation when he launched an attack on Ye Futian's side.
"Boom." As soon as his footsteps were stepped, Pang Mu wanted to retreat, but Xuanwu Minghun appeared and wrapped his body in it. At this moment, he had only one thought, to escape.
"Where are you going?"
A cold voice came out, like a voice of judgment. After the voice fell, Pang Mu looked up at the ancient god. He saw a pair of terrifying eyes, which were like Ye Futian's eyes, extremely deep, It made people fall into it, and in an instant, a terrible storm of mental power invaded, and Pang Mu's whole body was instantly shrouded in purple thunder, and he felt a sting of mental power.
rumbling...
A terrifying loud noise came out, and the ancient god in the void punched out a punch, as if a boundless huge star fell down, blasting on Xuanwu's body.
Accompanied by a terrifying shocking sound, cracks and shatters appeared in Xuanwu's body, and Pang Mu spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.
"I will retire." 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 whipped down, and there was another loud noise. Pang Mu felt as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and his whole body was numb for a while. One breath left.
"Death." Ye Futian raised his head and looked at Pang Mu in the void, with cold killing intent in his eyes.
He wants those who came to the Dao Palace to die.
"Bang!" Another heavy blow, Pang Mu's life and soul shattered and shattered, his body was shattered, and then the whip came again, a miserable voice came out, Pang Mu's spirit and will collapsed, and his body was weak. Falling down into the sky.
Seeing this scene, the faces of those who were seriously injured in the Black Tortoise Battle Formation turned pale, and they all felt extremely strong fear.
One of the four great commanders of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Pang Mu, the commander of the Xuanwu Army, died in battle at the Holy Tao Palace in the barren state.
"boom."
In the void, Zhou Shengwang's chess pieces landed heavily on the chessboard, with a terrifying aura of majesty permeating his body.
Although Pang Mu was not from the royal family, he was also one of the commanders of the four major legions other than the Golden Phoenix Legion of the Great Zhou Dynasty. His status in the Great Zhou Dynasty was not low. Now, he died in battle in this Holy Palace.
Moreover, this jihad was a little different from what he had imagined. The strength and determination of the barren state far exceeded his expectations.
"How?" The old village chief put down the chess pieces and looked up at Zhou Shengwangdao. His mood was also a little turbulent. The performance of Ye Futian and the powerhouses of the most holy palace moved him a little.
"Although a legion was besieged and killed, it will also be buried in that battle." Zhou Shengwang said indifferently, and made another move, swallowing a piece of regional chess pieces from 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 Tiangang Battle Formation.
At this time, Lord Dou Zhan gathered the power of the battle formation, and his whole body was shining brightly. There were only three directions, and Zhou Mian, Zhou Huang, and Wuliang Xianjun launched an attack again.
With a shout of anger, Dou Zhan Xianjun's Dharma body was condensed again, and the incomparably huge body erupted with brilliance. He raised his arms, filled with endless power, and then broke through the air with the might of the War Saint's gloves, blasting out ten thousand zhang fists Mang, wanting to smash the heavens.
However, the three powerhouses on the opposite side all possessed holy artifacts. They attacked with the power of the holy artifacts, broke through their fists, and landed on the dharmakaya. The golden phoenix sword penetrated everything, and the infinite ruler shattered the void. The terrible attack hit the burly body of Dou Zhan Xianjun fiercely. His bones were broken and his meridians were split open. The sword intent of the Golden Phoenix Sword attacked the flesh through the holy weapon armor, making his body seem to be torn apart. Crack like.
The sacred vessel was stained with blood, and the aura of Dou Zhan Xianjun fluctuated unsteadily, as if it was about to fall, and that stalwart body could not bear it any longer.
"Senior Brother, let me come." King Kong Xianjun was in a state of turmoil, looking at the stalwart body, he was doing his best to buy time for that battlefield.
"Pang Mu is dead." At this moment, Zhou Mian glanced over there with an extremely indifferent expression. The leader of the Xuanwu Legion died in battle.
Ye Futian, he actually cast a boundless and huge body, and entered the other legions. On the battlefield over there, their legions of the Great Zhou Dynasty did not have the advantage.
Dou Zhan Xianjun obviously saw it too, he turned his head and glanced at the battlefield, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, had he already destroyed a large army of the opponent?
In this way, the hope of the Taoist Palace has increased. Of course, he still has to protect the Tiangang battle formation from being destroyed.
"You kill him." Zhou Mian said to Zhou Huang and Wuliang Xianjun, then turned around and led the army to another battlefield.
"Where are you going?" Dou Zhanxian stepped out, and the battle formation followed him immediately. His body moved towards Zhou Mian, and his overbearing fists blasted out again.
"You're looking for death." Zhou Mian said angrily, and a wing slashed down, as if cutting off the void and splitting his fists, but Dou Zhan Xianjun never thought of giving up, his arms pierced 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 off wildly, and the attacks of the two collided extremely violently.
"Brother, be careful." King Kong Xianjun roared loudly, and saw an extremely dazzling light descending, Dou Zhan Xianjun was resisting Zhou Mian's attack, and he was powerless to dodge any more. On Xianjun's body, although the golden phoenix sword was blocked by the holy artifact, the golden phoenix sword could not penetrate the body, but the boundless and fierce sword intent still rushed into his body.
Dou Zhan Xianjun spit out blood continuously 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 met Ye Futian and Yu Sheng for the first time. He said, the body refiner is Hengqiang, you can bear others attacking you, but the other party cannot withstand your attack .
However, this time, something was different, even he couldn't bear it.
"Senior brother." King Kong Xianjun's face was pale. At this moment, even if he wanted to change the formation, it would be difficult.
The other party will never let go of the opportunity to kill the senior brother.
"If I fall down, you continue." Dou Zhan Xianjun said loudly, his body seemed to be on fire, seven rays of light frantically shuttled through his body, and suddenly one after another of rays of light directly pierced his body, from both fists , feet, chest and abdomen, and even the top of the head penetrated, bursting out with boundless brilliance.
The Heavenly Remnant Jue is his cultivation technique, what is the meaning of the word Tianremnant?
In fact, there is one style that he did not teach Ye Futian and Yu Sheng, and that is the ultimate form of the Tiancan formula, the Tiancan style.
Break through the limits of the physical body and burn all the potential of the physical body.
At this moment, in the battle formation of Tiangang, endless aura poured into his body frantically, infiltrated into him without reservation, raged and impacted in his body, and seven rays of light shot straight into the sky.
At this time, Dou Zhan Xianjun's state of mind is smooth and perfect, and an incomparably terrifying force of will envelopes the heavens.
In the vast world, there seems to be a force resonating with it. Above the sky, a terrible storm suddenly blew up. These storms ravaged the world like the rules of the road, and then moved towards the body of Dou Zhan Xianjun. Go, penetrate his body, causing Douzhan Xianjun to move slightly, and look up to 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 head fell, and their eyes were all extremely sharp, looking at the Dou Zhan Xianjun in the sky.
The state of mind is perfect, the holy catastrophe is coming, and the holy way is forged.
"Haha..." A loud laugh shook the world, Dou Zhanxian stared at the sky, and said solemnly: "I want to ask Qingtian, how much life is like, but what is the heart's desire, death, what regrets?"
Since God let him experience the holy way before he died, this life will be flawless!
PS: Brothers, ask the army monthly ticket for support...