This soul power that has just broken through to the early sixth level after fusion, the power of the divine soul thorn is nearly two levels stronger than before. Coupled with the attack method that is defenseless, this blow is effective immediately.
Chang Wuji was caught off guard and groaned, his face instantly turned pale, his figure suddenly stagnated, and the protective barrier flashed and disappeared.
He subconsciously deflected his body with all his strength, and the arrow pierced his chest in an instant, missing his heart by just an inch.
The first sword energy struck him, and as soon as he avoided the vital point, he was struck diagonally on the shoulder, almost cutting off his entire left hand.
Feeling the breath of death, he bit his tongue suddenly, a mouthful of blood and essence instantly burned, and the protective barrier instantly stabilized.
The sword energy struck one after another, and the newly stabilized protective barrier blocked four blocks one after another, flickering violently, but then a huge fist more than ten feet struck on the body, making a loud noise.
"boom……"
A figure was blasted several miles away, flew back to the square, hit the huge furnace, and made another loud noise.
A large mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and his whole body was stained red with blood. His eyes were also red, and there was no trace of the floating dust from before.
"ah……"
The Ling Emperor's cultivation suddenly became unstable. He let out an unwilling roar and hurriedly took out a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth.
How could Mr. Hun let go of this perfect opportunity? He took one step forward and chased after him, slashing out five sword energies one after another.
The result of the sudden change shocked De Luo Cheng. He could no longer care too much and hurriedly stepped forward and slashed out a sword at the pursuing Zijin body, and shouted: "Bu Tiangong Formation..."
Chang Wuji took this opportunity to turn over and slapped the huge cauldron. Spiritual energy poured into it crazily, runes on the surface flashed, and spiritual energy became abundant.
Hun Lao waved his left hand and scattered several sword energy in succession. He glanced at Luo Cheng lightly and slapped him away, thus ending the previous cause and effect.
The surface of the giant hammer flashed with colorful light, and a huge hammer shadow came down. Soul Lao's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly made a fist with his left hand and punched out.
"boom……"
There was an earth-shattering noise, and the fierce exchange stirred up strong winds for several miles.
The huge hammer shadow dissipated, Hun Lao was knocked back by the hammer, his face turned pale, and everyone in the Tiangong Sect spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Immediately afterwards, the cauldron flew up to a height of more than ten feet. The mouth of the cauldron tilted over and suddenly shot out a shocking light.
This light was more than ten feet wide, and it hit the golden body with huge power.
Hun Lao's face was solemn, he leaned forward and quickly crossed his hands to support himself, and the shocking light suddenly hit the golden body.
He resisted with all his strength, and the entire square collapsed instantly. He only held on for a moment, and his body was pushed backwards by the impact, plowing two deep ravines on the ground.
The golden body slowly began to shrink, the soul power was rapidly consumed, the legs were bent, and large beads of sweat oozed from the forehead.
A huge hammer shadow struck again, and five phantoms hurriedly stepped forward to support it.
"Do you think I really don't dare to kill you?"
Chang Wuji glared at him, his voice was extremely cold, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
He glanced at the figure climbing up from a distance, and hurriedly said: "Cheng'er, kill him quickly..."
There was a hint of hesitation on Luo Cheng's face, but what followed was a shout: "You are not only the leader of my Tiangong Sect, but also my disciple. I order you to kill him immediately..."
The dozens of feet long sword energy struck, and the golden body's legs suddenly bent, and he knelt on the ground. He suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and a huge wound dripped with blood.
Chang Wuji was already shouting loudly, his face looked a little ferocious at this moment, and he laughed: "Haha, okay, good disciple, come on, come on with a few more swords..."
At this moment, the situation is already in danger, the soul power is continuing to be consumed, and there are so many people on the other side, it is no longer possible to fight a protracted battle.
A surge of soul power surged from the soul jade, and the soul power in Jin Shen's mind reached the early stage of level six again. The divine soul thorn was sent out instantly, and then he slapped away the sword energy that was coming from him.
The shocking ray of light instantly hit Jin, who was blocked by a strong soul force, knocking him away for dozens of miles until he hit the light curtain of the sect's formation.
The light curtain flashed violently several times and almost collapsed. The golden body slowly shrank and fell from the air.
Soul Lao was in low spirits, and said with some reluctance: "Little guy, you're on your own from now on. I'm afraid I'll fall asleep for a long time this time..."
"Old Soul, when you wake up, I will never let myself be so weak again..."
Yun'er caught him in a flash, hugged him in her arms, and cried bitterly: "Brother Yanliang..."
A dozen people from Tianbao Pavilion also gathered around, "Uncle..."
When Yue'er saw the figure hitting the light screen, she cried out in pain: "Brother..."
Luo Wuchen rushed over quickly with a faint glow of fire around him, and reached the foot of the mountain in a blink of an eye. After a brief exchange with Yue'er, he transformed into a ten-foot-tall golden body.
He punched the sect's formation, and the formation just flickered slightly. He felt it and shouted: "All heroes, please listen to my command in a moment..."
After saying that, he took out an array disk and scattered dozens of array flags. A large array was formed in an instant, eroding close to the sect's array.
With another wave of his hand, a ray of fire shot out and attached to the light curtain, burning an area of ten feet. "Everyone works together to attack this place..."
With the command of hundreds of people to attack, there was a plan, and the light curtain quickly became thinner, and there was no time to supply spiritual energy.
The square on the top of the mountain was in a mess, the furnace cauldron collapsed on the ground, Chang Wuji collapsed on the ground with a weak breath, and his cultivation level had dropped to the fifth level of the Spiritual King.
He struggled to stand up and couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, "All disciples, listen to the order and follow me to kill down the mountain..."
Just after they left, a phantom walked out of the huge furnace and quickly disappeared in the square.
Yan Liang stood still after a while, took out a bottle of spiritual fluid and drank it. He wiped away Yun'er's tears with his left hand, touched her head and said: "Yun'er, you are fast, go for me." Pick someone up..."
After whispering a few words in his ear, Yun'er flapped her wings and disappeared.
He swept away the people in Tianbao Pavilion, and a fierce fighting spirit suddenly rose in his body. He said in a deep voice: "That old guy has been severely injured, and his cultivation level will definitely fall to that of the Ling Emperor. If we don't take this opportunity to deal with him, the war will probably end." Can’t calm down…”
The eyes of everyone in Tianbao Pavilion lit up, full of surprise and shock, and they became more and more satisfied with this uncle, and then they shouted: "I vow to solve this problem today..."
At this moment, the light curtain finally could not withstand the consumption, and disappeared after a flash. The entire formation began to collapse one after another, and soon disappeared.
