Chapter 4174: Breaking the Formation (1/2)

"Yin Yuanchen?"

"This kid is a bit bloody, but he wants to self-destruct his divine source under the eyes of the ancestor... Hehe, does he have the absolute will to break the ninety-fifth-level mental power suppression? Or should I help him."

"Bang!"

In a dark forest in the mountains, the body of a great god in the divine world exploded.

Blood and flesh splattered, and the bones inside were revealed. It was Xuanyuan No. 2 who was wearing a bright red cassock.

Xuanyuan No. 2's bone body exuded a thousand-foot Buddha light.

The cassock was red like a lantern.

No longer had any scruples, even if the ancestor's eyes might have been looking at him.

He put his hands together and recited scriptures.

The melodious Sanskrit sound, like the monks of hundreds of worlds chanting morning lessons, resounded through the mountains of Tianshi Wuzhong.

"Wow!"

A pair of thick pillar-like bone arms spread out, flames overflowed from the bone gaps, and the whole body burned.

The divine energy in the body quickly surged back to the divine source.

This is the Buddhist "self-sacrifice and nirvana technique".

After refining the curse bone, Xuanyuan Di Er has broken through to the peak of the immortal and boundless realm. With the blessing of this technique, he self-destructs the divine source. No one below the ancestor dares to say that they are absolutely sure to stop it.

Too decisive!

It seems that he sacrificed his body without any thought.

Of course, Xuanyuan Di Er can be so decisive, because only by being so decisive can he successfully self-destruct the divine source before Murong Lord reacts.

In the Heavenly Court, the moment he agreed to Zhang Ruochen to enter the God Realm, he had made all preparations and knew very well why he came to the God Realm.

When he left the Heavenly Court, he never thought that he could go back alive.

"Boom!"

Xuanyuan Di Er crushed the earth with one foot, turned into a golden light column, and went straight to the ancestor's formation light curtain in the direction of Yin Yuanchen.

The space of the Tianshi Wuzhong Mountains is too vast. It is not a mountain body, but more like a large world and countless planets stacked together.

"Shua!"

On the wasteland at the top of the mountains, when Lord Murong sensed the fluctuation of Yin Yuanchen's power, he separated a spiritual force and suppressed it across the space.

Yin Yuanchen was once one of the five great priests of the Doomsday Priest, and a powerful person of the Immortal Infinite level.

In other times, he would have entered the heavens.

Such a person was determined to self-destruct, and Lord Murong's spiritual force could not suppress it at all.

"Can the will to die be so strong?"

The second and third spiritual forces of Lord Murong flew out one after another and fell on Yin Yuanchen.

His main strength at the moment is to control the ancestral formation in the Tianshi Wuzhong Mountains to fight against Lady Shiji and the Infinite Knights.

In addition, many armies of the Heavenly Court Universe and the Hell Realm have also killed outside the mountain, and the dense holy weapon war soldiers are like stars in the sky, falling all over the sky.

Ants bite elephants to death, and the army formed by all the powerful people in the universe must not be underestimated.

Lord Murong could only use part of his mental power to suppress the monks who had sneaked into the mountain.

"Another one!"

When the Buddhist sound sounded, Lord Murong's face darkened, and he had to use part of his mental power to suppress Xuanyuan No. 2 in another direction.

The black and white Taoist floated to the top of a towering ancient tree like smoke and clouds, looking at the cloud-like light curtain of the ancestral formation above.

I saw.

Xuanyuan No. 2 and Yin Yuanchen, who were all bright, were wrapped in the ancestral mental power, and their expressions were in great pain.

But their wills were strong, and the fire in their eyes never went out.

Looking outside the mountains again, every beam of destruction flying out of the ancestral formation could turn tens of thousands of saintly monks into ashes. There were countless fallen gods.

The formation left by the ancestor of time and space was not something they could break through. Everyone was like a moth to a flame.

It was a real moth to a flame.

In an instant, they turned into dust.

"Master Murong!"

Huang Tian no longer hid, walked out of the jungle, and roared.

The sound waves of the semi-ancestor shook the mountains, and the echoes lasted for a long time.

Master Murong was secretly shocked, his eyes locked on Huang Tian, ​​and he saw the light of life and the light of death rising from the hillside.

Even if the immortal infinite self-destructed the divine source, it would be difficult to break the ancestor's ancestor formation.

But Huang Tian, ​​who was at the semi-ancestor level, must be able to do it if he self-destructed the divine source.

He knew Huang Tian very well, and knew very well how strong Huang Tian's spiritual will was. He practiced two second-grade divine ways at the same time, and his talent was second only to Zhang Ruochen, Yan Wushen, Chi Yao and other freaks with heaven-defying opportunities.

In addition, one of the second-grade divine ways that Huang Tian practiced was the "divine way of life and death", and his understanding of life and death was extremely thorough. If he, who broke through to the semi-ancestor realm, was determined to self-destruct the divine source, even if he did not control the ancestor formation and used all his mental power to suppress it, Master Murong was not sure that he could stop him.

Without hesitation, all the spiritual power and thoughts in Murong Zhuzuo's mind were released, like more than a billion ancestor soul shadows, condensed into a bright rain of rune light, breaking through the space and smashing towards Huangtian from all directions.

Huangtian glanced at the black and white Taoist: "What do you say?"

"What else can I say? I'll go first. As the toughest man of the three tribes, how can I be overshadowed by two cultivators from the heavenly universe?"

The black and white Taoist admitted this title for the first time in a teasing tone.

Then, it turned into a black and white intertwined beam of light and flew out, crashing straight into the clouds of the ancestral formation in the air.

The reason why Huangtian shouted the name "Murong Zhuzuo" just now was to attract the ancestral spiritual power that Murong Zhuzuo could mobilize, and to win an opportunity for the black and white Taoist.

"Farewell, clan leader, Huangtian will never let you wait for long."

Huangtian fired the life and death lamp and hit the ancestral runes in the sky.

"Bang bang!"

Under the urging of the semi-ancestor's spirit, two oceans of light, the "Sea of ​​Life" and the "Sea of ​​Death", rushed out of the lamp. The ancestral rules belonging to the ancestor of life swept through the two oceans, temporarily blocking the attack of Lord Murong.

Lord Murong was projecting his mental power across a long space, and it was only part of his mental power.

In this state, it was impossible to suppress a semi-ancestor like Huang Tian at will.

"Bang!"

After a few breaths, the life and death lamp exploded.

The rain of ancestral runes tore Huang Tian's body into pieces.

However, it was just a residual image. Huang Tian's true body had already taken a step forward and escaped. He moved forward in the mud with the escape method of the stone clan and climbed to the top of the mountain at a high speed.

...

Under the mountain.

The cultivators in the heavenly universe and the army of the hell world all heard Huang Tian's voice.

Seeing the light emitted by the life and death lamp.

"Haha! Huang Tian, ​​the old dog, is not dead and is hiding in the divine world."

The leader of the Xue Jue clan was very happy and laughed heartily.

"Boom!"

The black and white Taoist successfully self-destructed the divine source, with astonishing destructive energy, obliterating countless array inscriptions, and dimming the surrounding ancestral array.

The closest mountain to the divine source exploded, and one-third of it collapsed, which was equivalent to the simultaneous destruction of dozens of large worlds.

The mountain was melting, and golden magma was flowing, full of heat and the breath of death.

"Master..."

On the battlefield, Mingye God and Heqing God stopped and looked at the dark mountains in the distance.

"It's the clan leader, the clan leader died!"

"First the emperor, then the clan leader, who said that the ghost clan has no passion? Who said that the ghost clan has no pride?"

...

Many ghost clan gods shouted, with sadness in their voices.

The ghost clan cultivators don't have so many emotions. They fight in the divine world more for survival. They know that if they don't fight, they will have no way to survive and can only become sacrifices.

But the head of a clan died in order to break the array. How can the clan cultivators not have any emotional fluctuations?

There are feelings, sadness, admiration, and pride...

"When you die, you should be buried in the mountains of Tianshi Wuzhong" - at this moment, it has become the most glorious pursuit in the hearts of countless ghost cultivators.

Minggu pointed to the mountains in the distance and said excitedly: "I said... I said he is the toughest man among the three tribes. Now you believe it, right? Who of you is still unconvinced? Fight, that place is now the weakest point of the ancestor formation, and it can definitely be broken."

"The old dog Huangtian has some skills. He has restrained part of the mental power of Lord Murong. Seize this opportunity." The leader of the Xuejue tribe shouted.

Even the Immortal Wuliang Self-Destruction God Source did not break the ancestor formation arranged by the ancestor of the human race.

However, the formation inscriptions within a radius of tens of millions of miles were largely erased, and the formation light curtain became thin and dim.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Two more destructive waves of the self-destruction god source came from the Tianshi Wuzhong God Mountain.

It was Yin Yuanchen and Xuanyuan Dier.

They were all very determined, and each one was more arrogant than the other. They didn't want to be wiped out in the ancestor's formation, die in frustration, and die silently. Instead, they wanted to fight the ancestor in their own way.

It was this arrogance and this firm will to die that allowed them to successfully self-destruct their divine source under the suppression of Lord Murong's spiritual power.

Three indestructible and infinite people in a row, at the cost of their lives, finally tore open a corner of the ancestor's formation light curtain.

"The Xuanyuan family will live forever! The second ancestor goes, we are here, the Xuanyuan family cultivators, who will go to the wasteland first and plant the Xuanyuan flag?"

"He is already the second generation, no longer a Xuanyuan family cultivator, but a bone clan cultivator, another tough guy from my three clans, a tough guy with iron bones."

"Amitabha! Congratulations to the second Jia Tianwang on ascending to paradise, next, it's our turn! Climb the mountain!"

...

The fall of the second Xuanyuan brought the emotions of countless cultivators together from all directions, like a tide surging towards the Tianshi Wuzhong Mountains.

But no one mentioned Yin Yuanchen's name!

Niangniang Shiji was the first to arrive at the gap in the light curtain of the ancestor formation, and propped up the gap with the ancestor's mark.

"With your cultivation, if you dare to break into the Tianshi Wuzhong Mountains, you will never return."

Lord Murong snorted, triggering a killing force from the human ancestor formation.

Suddenly, the formation trembled violently.

A strange green cloud rose in the mountains and rushed to the gap in the light curtain of the formation.

Niangniang Shiji sensed something was wrong and reminded the Wuliang Knights Corps that had already rushed into the mountain: "The formation in the mountain was arranged by the human ancestor. Even if there is no Lord Murong to control it, the cultivators below the ancestor will inevitably die if they break in."

Given the complex situation of the Tianshi Wuzhong Mountains, even if there is no one to preside over the formation, the ancestor must open the way to clear the obstacles and reach the top of the wasteland.

With Lord Murong presiding over the formation, the danger is more than doubled.

If Niangniang Shiji broke in alone, she would definitely die in it.

It can be said that breaking into the formation is just the beginning. Every step forward requires countless corpses to pile up.

"No matter how strong the formation arranged by the human ancestor is, as long as there are enough cultivators entering the formation, so many that one person can support an ancestor formation inscription, it will naturally be able to withstand it!"

"We are not breaking the formation alone, but the people of the world."

...

A large number of God Kings and God Venerables in the Wuliang Knights Corps died.

But at this moment, instead of decreasing, the number has increased!

The strong men from the Heavenly Court Universe joined in, including Pan Yuan Ancient God, Dragon Lord, Gaimie, Mengge, Jing Dao Ren, Xian Le Shi, Zhenwu Emperor, Hun Yuan Tian... They all knew how terrible the formation of the ancestor of humanity was. Not to mention the army of the Holy Realm, even if the gods broke in, it would be a dead end.

Therefore, the strong must stand up to clear the way.

For the army behind, most of the dangers must be cleared.

"That piece of blue mist is very strange, I will clear the way!"

The thirty-two pairs of ancestor blood wings on the back of the Blood Jue clan leader spread out, and his body turned into millions of miles high. The blood wings kept flapping, turning into a blood-red hurricane containing the rules of the ancestor.

It was impossible to stop the spread of the blue mist.

These blue mists came out of the ancestor formation arranged by the ancestor of humanity. How could the Blood Jue clan leader not know how terrible it was?

It is very likely that if you touch it, you will die.

But can you escape at this time? Can you retreat?

You can only go in.

The Bloody Clan leader used the Bloody Wings of the Ancestral to wrap his body, turning into a blood-colored star as huge as a star, flattening the jungle, and crashing into the mountaintop and the green clouds.

In an instant, the Bloody Clan leader felt the power of time invading.

Decaying vitality, devouring lifespan.

The thirty-two pairs of Bloody Wings of the Ancestral could only weaken the decaying power of time, but could not completely stop it.

"It is the power of time, the years cut lifespan, decaying all sacredness... Don't follow up, retreat quickly!"

The Bloody Clan leader roared.

Facing the decay of time, no matter how many monks broke in, it would be a dead end.

It was too late!

The two gods of the heavenly court had no time to retreat. After being touched by the green clouds, they instantly became gray-haired, wrinkled and bone-shaved, and their blood and energy dissipated. Finally, they fell to the ground and turned into a pile of bones.

The Dragon Lord hid in the body of the Ancestral Dragon and pulled back more than a dozen God Kings and Gods with the dragon claws of the Ancestral Dragon.

However, the life span of these more than ten God Kings and God Lords still showed different degrees of loss, and they aged a lot.

Such a power of time made the semi-ancestors tremble with fear, and they had to retreat.

Because they could not resist it at all.

"The Temple of Time is coming!"

A large number of gods of the Wind Clan drove the Temple of Time to arrive.

The Temple of Time, which was thousands of miles high, fell and blocked the green clouds.

Before the gods could breathe a sigh of relief, after just a few breaths, the green clouds filled the Temple of Time, forcing all the gods to retreat and heading towards the gap in the ancestor's formation.

"Damn it! I don't believe it!"

Jing Daoren relied on the five elements of the false ancestor body to support the bronze tree, and with the weak water and ten golden crows and sun stars to protect his body, he rushed into the green clouds against the trend.

Such ferocity and fearlessness shocked everyone in the Infinite Knights Corps.

"There are many righteous people in the Five Elements Temple. Shouldn't we learn from the cultivation and courage of the Master of the Well Temple?"

Some people covered their faces in shame, so they sacrificed their artifacts to protect themselves and prepared to follow.

"Shua!"

The fat, spherical figure of the Master of the Well rushed out of the green clouds and mist, shouting as he fled: "I believe it, I believe it, run away quickly, I can't stand it, the means of the Time and Space Ancestor are simply amazing..."

He fled very quickly, as if he was rolling down the mountain.

The cultivators with high realms and good eyesight could see that the Master of the Well had a lot of white hair on his head and his life span was seriously lost.

In the wasteland on the top of the mountains, Lord Murong used the power of the formation to condense dozens of birds and beasts, which were overwhelming and encircled the wasteland that kept rushing to the top of the mountain.

The birds and beasts were mythical beasts such as phoenixes, dragons, golden hyenas, black birds, red birds, Kunpeng, and blue phoenixes. Although they were condensed by magic, every attack was comparable to the full-strength attack of the semi-ancestor.

Huang Tian was like being hunted by a group of half-ancestors.

Huang Tian was forced to burn his divine blood and lifespan, increasing his combat power to an unprecedented peak. Every time he swung his axe, he could split a divine beast in half.

"Master Murong, wait a minute. My half-ancestor divine source is prepared to drag you to be buried with me. You'd better not let me go to the wasteland!"

Huang Tian's resolute and sonorous long roar reached the ears of Master Murong.

The remains of the Xuan Emperor flew out of the main altar, holding an ancient and heavy spear, and walked step by step to the side of Master Murong, saying in a hoarse voice: "It's good to let them enter the formation. It's not a sacrifice anywhere?"

The breath emanating from the remains of the Xuan Emperor was extremely heavy, full of antiquity and eternity.

The spear in his hand was a sense of ruin and death, and it looked extremely dangerous, making Master Murong, the ancestor, feel uncomfortable.

"Wow!"

The spear was thrown out from the remains of the Xuan Emperor, like a piece of silk, tearing through the space, and went straight to the Shiji Niangniang who supported the gap in the formation.

Niangniang Shiji naturally sensed the danger and immediately mobilized the soldiers in the army.

Three artifacts were in front, followed by three long rivers of holy weapon soldiers, rotating and twisting, facing the spears flying from the top of the mountain.

"Bang bang!"

Completely unstoppable.

The three artifacts were hit and fell to three different places, and those holy weapon soldiers were all turned into metal fragments.

Niangniang Shiji was about to give up supporting the gap in the formation and dodge.

A red light flew past her eyes and collided with the spear.

"Boom!"

The terrifying energy ripples lifted the gods in the nearby Wuliang Knight Corps away, and large areas of the mountain collapsed.

Even the cloud-like ancestral formation was shaking violently, like a sea of ​​clouds.

The one who came was none other than Tianmu.

The spear was blocked by her punch!

The white hair on her head and the Houtu wedding dress on her body fluttered in the wind, bright and beautiful, heroic and domineering.

Take the spear, ignoring the injury on her hand, Tianmu took off the Houtu wedding dress and swung it out.

"Wow——"

The Houtu wedding dress, like an infinite huge red cloth bag, took in all the green clouds and mist that surged down the mountain.

Tianmu held the spear in one hand and wiped the ancestor's breath belonging to the corpse of Emperor Xuan on the spear with the blood of the ancestor with the other hand. She strode up the mountain and said, "I will lead the way, follow me to kill into the sky!"

...

It seems that the expected ten to fifteen chapters are not enough. All the battlefields and forces have to be written, and there will be a few more chapters if you are not careful.