Chapter 2711 Bloody Sword Sea

Longkui had never fought against Wang Wenyue, but he had only heard his name countless times after being out of isolation for more than a month. When they met today, his reputation was well-deserved.

The power of a sword can resist the power of a seventh-level formation, which even a late-stage integration monk cannot easily do.

However, he was determined to die, so of course he would not be afraid. He immediately changed the magic formula again, and a small yellow seal appeared out of thin air, grew in size instantly, and hit Wang Wenyue!

There is a layer of wind and sand surrounding the giant yellow seal, roaring towards the treasure ship!

The spiritual sword in Wang Wenyue's hand burst out with bloody light, and struck the void above his head. There was a loud sound of breaking wind, and a bloody sword energy flew out, accurately hitting the giant yellow seal.

The yellow giant seal flew back, but soon, the yellow giant seal stopped, and with a flash of inspiration, it hit again!

At the same time, thirty-six yellow light pillars lit up from all over the Tuhun Valley and merged into one at high altitude, like a giant dragon, coming towards the treasure ship!

Wherever he passed, yellow sand filled the sky, sweeping everything away!

Wang Wenyue snorted coldly, and the spiritual sword in her hand flew out and disappeared into the void. She squeezed the sword and a rich blood appeared around her.

Soon, a hundred miles in radius turned into a sea of ​​blood. The sea water rolled violently, setting off giant waves thousands of feet high. If you look closely, you can see that the sea water is clearly composed of tiny blood-colored sword energy!

It's the sword formation.

Wang Wenyue not only received the true biography of the Saint of Xuansheng Palace, but also received personal teaching from Wang Hao. She had also been immersed in the way of swordsmanship for many years. Her achievements in the way of swordsmanship were no weaker than Wang Hao's.

The yellow giant dragon and the yellow giant seal collided into the sea of ​​blood. A large area of ​​the blood sea instantly dissipated. The yellow giant seal exploded, opening a passage in the blood sea. The yellow giant dragon came straight towards Wang Wenyue!

Wang Wenyue frowned and secretly said that the formation of the Tuling Clan was extraordinary.

She immediately shouted softly: "Set up the formation!"

Wang Wufeng, Wang Wuyue and others stepped forward one after another and each took out a formation flag glowing with thunder, eight in total.

Since it is a decisive battle, the Wang family is naturally well prepared, and Wang Wenyue will not show off her personal bravery. She is already old and has long lost her competitive spirit. Especially after having the memory of the saint, her mind is more stable.

She can clearly distinguish between family interests and personal reputation.

This formation was left behind by Wang Hao. At that time, Wang Hao expected that he might not be able to come back in a short time, so he left behind many back-ups. This formation is called the Eight Directions Dry Thunder Formation, and eight integrated monks work together to drive it. , even if you meet a Mahayana monk, you can still compete with him.

With the injection of mana, the eight formation flags exploded with thunder, each ejecting a thick purple thunder, and finally merged into one, turning into a thunder dragon, rushing towards the yellow dragon!

With a loud rumbling sound, the Thunder Dragon and the Yellow Dragon died together, and a powerful wave of air exploded!

In Tuhun Valley, Longkui and others frowned. The Wang family was too well prepared and it would be difficult to defend Tuhun Valley!

The exciting music lingered in their ears, making them upset. Tuling monks rarely fought against music cultivators, and there was no good way to defend themselves!

The low-level monks in the valley have fallen into an illusion, and many have begun to kill each other. Even though Longkui and others scolded them, it was of no use. They could only stun them to prevent them from killing each other!

Even the Void Refining monks began to lose their support and gradually fell into an illusion. Depending on the situation, if it continues to be delayed, the entire Tuhun Valley will become a hell on earth!

The Wang family also has a formation, and Wang Wenyue is very powerful. If they rush out, they won't be able to take advantage at all, and hiding in the formation, they can't defend themselves against Yin Xiu's attacks!

"You guys should leave too. I can't hold them off for too long. You should lead your tribe back as quickly as possible!"

Longkui ordered, his tone was stern!

There is no real person under such a good reputation. After a short tentative confrontation, he has determined that Wang Wenyue's reputation is not just blown away, and the hope of victory is extremely slim.

The key point is that if he wins, he will only temporarily repel the Wang family's attack. If he loses, it will be the disaster of annihilation. He doesn't dare to gamble, and he can't gamble. The Earth Spirit Clan must not be destroyed in his hands!

Longjing had already withdrawn with the elite tribesmen before, and those who were left behind were meant to be left behind, but looking at the current situation, it would be useless for them to stay, so they might as well withdraw.

No one wanted to die. After hearing Longkui's words, everyone couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. After bowing, they all fled to the Teleportation Hall!

But there are still some tribesmen who are trapped in the illusion and unable to extricate themselves. These people can only be abandoned!

Seeing the flash of light in the teleportation hall, Longkui no longer had any scruples, took out a golden pill from his arms and swallowed it.

His aura suddenly increased a lot, and a huge elk silhouette appeared in the sky with ferocious antlers!

Outside Tuhun Valley, the flute Miaoyin was playing attentively. The sound of the piano became more and more urgent. Blue sound waves swept out and quickly passed through the formation. Small cracks had already appeared on the formation.

A loud roar of deer appeared and spread throughout the world. A golden sound wave swept in and collided with the blue sound wave. After the loud rumbling sound, the two sound waves died together and smoke billowed!

The deer roared continuously. When Wang Wenyue, Di Miaoyin and others heard this sound, they couldn't help but feel in a trance. They felt that the scene in front of them changed and a city suddenly appeared.

"No, it's illusion. They say that the Earth Spirit Tribe is good at defense. I didn't expect that they are also proficient in illusion." Wang Wenyue's face darkened and he quickly injected mana into the Blood Soul Sword!

There are many ways to perform illusions. The most common one is to interfere with the monk's mind. This is usually done through sounds or spiritual pupils and some special treasures.

But no matter which one it is, the monk's own soul is strong, so he will be less affected.

As the mana was injected, the Blood Soul Sword emitted an extremely bloody color, and bursts of ghosts and wolves howled from it, covering up the influence of the deer cry.

Wang Wenyue felt the environment change and appeared in mid-air. She looked at the clansmen on the treasure ship, and saw that most of them had dull eyes and trance, and they obviously had not woken up yet!

Wang Wenyue's expression was extremely solemn. The cultivators of the Wang family all cultivated the Yuanshen, and their souls were much stronger than ordinary cultivators. So many people were affected by illusions at the same time. The person who cast this magical power was extraordinary!

At this time, the void made a muffled sound, and countless falling rocks fell from the sky, as if they were going to smash the Wang family into meat paste!

Wang Wenyue raised the sword and swept it, and countless sword qi flew out, smashing the incoming boulders.

Rumble, the void made another mournful cry, and various earth-based attacks appeared and smashed into the treasure ship.

Wang Wenyue snorted coldly, holding the sword in his right hand and pointing to the sky. The sky was covered with a rich blood color, and the blood sea reappeared, ten times larger than before. The blood sea was full of raging winds and waves, and the tsunami was deafening!

The void made a muffled "buzzing" sound, and tiny cracks appeared, as if it could not withstand the power of the sword sea.

"Break it for me!" Wang Wenyue shouted coldly, and the blood-colored sword sea rushed towards the formation with a devastating force.

Before it fell, the entire Tuhun Valley shook.

The formation plate in Longkui's hand kept flashing, making a sharp shriek.

He couldn't help but panic, his eyes full of disbelief.

Is this a magical power that a combined cultivator can launch? The power is so great that he has never seen it in his life!

Longkui hurriedly injected mana into the formation plate and kept pinching the formula, but it was useless. The formation plate still made a sharp sound, as if it could no longer withstand it!

Although Long Kui's face looked bitter, he was secretly glad. If he had left his people to fight the Wang family, the Tuling tribe would have ceased to exist. Now that they were defeated, he would be the only one who would die.