Huge pressure seemed to pour down from the sky, and Yaizhen's true form appeared!
Its body was a hundred feet tall, several times taller than the normal Yaizhen. Its eyes looked coldly at the many direct disciples in the field, and the killing in its eyes made people feel a tremor in their souls.
It opened its mouth and let out a roar that shook the entire space. Like a demon, it was shrill and vigorous. The roar turned into billowing sound waves, carrying terrifying power that spread out in an instant.
Layers of sound waves visible to the naked eye, with a faint colorful luster, spread around. This sound wave actually contains a trace of regular power, doubling its power.
The remaining direct disciples in the field were all impacted by the sound waves. Their faces changed drastically, their bodies were pushed back, their whole bodies were shaken, and their energy and blood surged. There were bursts of soreness and numbness in the muscles and bones, as if they were about to burst into pieces.
The sound waves penetrated their brains, causing them immense pain. Blood oozed from their eyes, ears, mouth and nose, which was very terrifying. Yao Wenyuan, Ye Qiuhe, and Jin Yanrong spurted blood and retreated continuously!
Cheng Ling's expression changed, and the bone flute came to his lips in an instant. The sound waves of Ningxin played spread out with all their strength, colliding with Yaizhen's roar and gradually melting away.
The disciples in the field felt comfortable and weak in their heads, and couldn't help but turn their heads and look towards Cheng Ling.
There was a hint of appreciation in Sikong Zhan's eyes, and he asked: "Which peak is this person a direct descendant of, and he can actually block the sonic attack of Yaizhen's true form!"
"I haven't seen him before, but seeing him standing with Jiang Chongshan and Yin Luoyao, could he be from Junzifeng?"
"Yes, he is the third direct disciple of the Immortal Emperor, Gentleman. I will give you a big thank you when I kill Yaizhen!"
All the direct disciples praised him one after another, but unexpectedly, Yaizhen became even more furious. He suddenly rose up, raised his feet in the air in front of him, turned into countless sharp claws, and pressed down on the area where his direct disciples gathered.
Dozens of direct disciples were instantly hit by the claw force, and some were cut off at the waist or split in the middle. Blood spattered and corpses were scattered. It was like a purgatory scene, which seriously irritated other direct disciples.
It was too terrifying. The real body of Yaju was too powerful and was simply an invincible monster. With just two grasps, he killed more than ten direct disciples.
For a time, the shadows in the hearts of many direct disciples expanded and they were shrouded in death. Some even crushed the tokens and fled the cave!
In less than a moment, there were less than two thousand direct disciples left in the field.
This didn't stop yet. Yaizhen's huge size did not affect his speed. His hooves jumped around, and the spikes on his tail and back became murderous weapons. Dozens of his direct disciples were killed.
Corpses were everywhere, blood was like a lake, and the strong smell of blood constantly stimulated everyone's senses. On the contrary, after killing those direct disciples, Yaju was replenished with blood and his aura became even stronger.
At the critical moment, Sikong Zhan and others shouted in unison: "Don't be afraid, everyone, there are still more than a thousand of us, everyone burst out, don't have the slightest reservation, don't believe it, you can't fight against the real form of Yaizhen in front of you!"
"That's right, don't hold back at all, kill this Yaizhen's true form!"
"It's either life or death. The only solution for now is to fight to the death."
"Fight to the death!"
More than a thousand direct disciples were in despair. After some encouragement, they became determined to fight to the death. Either you die or I die. There is no second possibility!
With such a mentality, every direct disciple exudes a sharp and decisive aura, risking death and resurrecting, but allows these disciples to exert their full strength unscrupulously.
Cheng Ling was also infected by the atmosphere of the scene. The sound of the flute suddenly changed and transformed into a harp and a harp. A series of sonic attacks directly hit the soul of Yaju, and began to launch a counterattack.
The remaining direct disciples burst out with overwhelming strength, and violent sword energy, palm wind, spells, etc. hit the real body of Yaizhen like a torrential downpour.
Unfortunately, they soon discovered that none of those attacks could hit the heart. A force field seems to be formed in the heart of Yaizhen. Once the sword energy, palm power, and spells hit it reach its side, they will be attracted to other places and hit the huge body.
However, its physical defense is very high and it has a strong self-healing ability. These attacks can only cause it to be injured, and it will return to its original state in an instant. What's even worse is that Cheng Ling feels that the impact of his music skills on Yaizhen is also limited. It only stagnated for a very short time and then returned to normal.
Yaizhen once again let out a thunderous roar, and then, his figure spread out, and countless claws filled the air in front of him.
A terrifying scene happened. Many of the direct disciples felt as if they were trapped in a swamp. The air around them had a sticky feeling. Every move was restrained. They had to burst out with greater power. Keep your body flowing.
"This is...domain?"
Liu Yuze asked with difficulty, while Sikong Zhan and others' faces were extremely ugly, as if they knew something, but they were too shocked to imagine, and they couldn't react for a while.
Cheng Ling also realized instantly that the restraint he felt was the weakest, because before that, he had faintly touched the surface of the "domain", and now he felt it more directly.
area! It represents cultivating a certain technique to its true perfection, reaching a new level of understanding of the rules of heaven and earth and the way of heaven. The two merge and comprehend a magical power, forming a unique field.
In the entire fairy world, the number of monks is countless. Even if there are not hundreds of billions, there are always tens of billions. Among these many monks, those who can understand the domain are extremely rare.
Because the understanding of the domain is so difficult, most monks will not be able to master it in their lifetime.
If you master the domain, you will be the most powerful person among practitioners of the same level! Every monk who has mastered the domain will surely surpass the present generation, and his achievements in the future will be limitless!
As for the most basic domain, its function is to suppress the power of others to a certain extent. No matter what fighting method is used, it will be suppressed and weakened. In addition, releasing the domain itself will be strengthened to a certain extent. As one goes, the other will increase, and the gap between the two sides will widen.
"Don't panic, everyone. Even if it's a domain, the power displayed by Yaizhen is limited, and it's obviously just a scratch. I've heard Master say that a truly complete domain, let alone his physical body, can't even be touched by its skin. To. So, we still have a chance!”
"Yes, as long as our attack reaches a certain intensity, we will definitely be able to break through the domain!"
"Yes, we as cultivators should move forward courageously. Now that we are timid, we will stop here in the future!"
Several outstanding disciples once again spoke out words of encouragement, and many disciples regained their confidence.
Someone suggested: "To defeat the influence of the domain, we must concentrate everyone's attacks, push it beyond its endurance limit, and attack its heart with all our strength!"
"That's right, let's attack the heart with all our strength!"
With united efforts, Sikong Zhan and others once again played a key role in mobilizing the remaining more than a thousand direct disciples and dividing them into several camps. They would use their full strength to hold back Yaizhen's true body, while the remaining direct disciples would attack Yaizhen's heart. The parts are attacked in turns!
Both sides fought with real fire, regardless of the loss of immortal energy. It's just that Yaju's domain had some influence on those people's attacks. Many of the attacks deviated from their original directions, and some were even pulled over and hit Sikong Zhan and others who were close by.
Sikong Zhan and others had no choice but to dodge, and a gap suddenly appeared in the originally tightly encircled formation.
Several direct disciples of Junzifeng were also launching an attack on Yajue, but by chance, the gap was facing the direction of their attack.
Yaizhen grabbed the slightest opening and swooped over without hesitation. The dozens of direct disciples who were standing in front of them were suddenly overwhelmed and staggered, and were about to rush in front of Jiang Chongshan, Yin Luoyao and others.
Cheng Ling sighed inwardly: "It seems that we can only use our trump cards."
He has a lot of hidden trump cards, and he doesn't dare to use them unless absolutely necessary. It's just that Yaizhen's power is too great, and Hesi Kongzhan and other people cannot resist it. Jiang Chongshan, Yin Luoyao and others are in an even more critical situation.
In desperation, he raised his right arm, pointed both hands toward the sky, and chanted in the air: "Great Thunder Technique!"
"Crack!"
A purple thunderbolt as thick as an adult's thigh crashed down hard, and Yaizhen's figure froze, and he roared in pain.
In such an environment, no attack has a greater effect than the thunder system technique. Thunder is the nemesis of all things, not to mention that the virtual realm is full of the smell of blood and killing. These are negative energies, and thunder attacks are more effective!
At this time, Sikong Zhan, Chu Tianhe and others were being knocked upside down by Yazhen. The Great Lightning Strike had hit them too hard and they had completely gone crazy.
Sikong Zhan, Chu Tianhe, Zhao Jiuzhou, Liu Yuze, Lu Linlang and others were all seriously injured. He spat out several mouthfuls of blood and looked sluggish. In a moment, he saw several powerful purple thunderbolts falling straight down. Looking at Yaizhen's expression of pain, a glimmer of hope suddenly ignited in his heart.
But they didn't know who was responsible for these thunders.
Cheng Ling deliberately hid among the monks and placed several concealment restrictions on himself, so no one noticed. Only Yao Wenyuan, Chu Yulu and others probably guessed it.
Sikong Zhan and others managed to cheer up, took out the healing elixir from their rings and swallowed it, then immediately stepped forward and dragged Yaizhizong back.
The other direct disciples also became energetic and attacked more frequently.
Boom, boom, boom...kakakaka...!
The huge thunderous sound spread in the space, and the penetrating power of the Great Thunder Technique was extremely strong. With just understanding, Yaizhen could not resist the furry domain, and each one struck directly at its heart.
After seven consecutive powerful thunder spells, Cheng Ling felt that his immortal energy was exhausted. At this time, less than one-fifth of Yaizhen's aura is left, and the newly formed fur of the domain can no longer be displayed!
Sikong Zhan and others were overjoyed, squeezing out the remaining immortal energy in their bodies, and launched an attack without mercy. Thousands of spells, sword energy and palm winds continuously hit Yajue's body, and its aura dropped sharply.
The disciples around him rushed forward and started a crazy hand-to-hand battle. Cheng Ling no longer used the Great Thunder Technique, but instead used Han's Light Sword to join in the attack on Yaizhen.
The crazy attack almost completely submerged Yaizhen's huge body. At this point, no one was afraid anymore. Finally, after a continuous bombardment for less than half an hour, Yaizhen's body was blown to pieces, leaving only the dragon-shaped token suspended in the air.
