"Remember my name, Xiao Huaiyu."
"You can't kill me." Zhang Qing looked at the opposite side calmly, blood dripping from his sleeves. This was the first time he had suffered such an injury since the war began.
Xiao Huaiyu smiled miserably, "That's not what I meant. Whether I die in your hands or you die in my hands, I hope you can remember this name."
"Okay." Zhang Qing said casually, and rushed towards Xiao Huaiyu, bathing in the dazzling sword energy.
He is not afraid, at least he still has a trump card of foundation building strength.
The sword energy slowly dissipated, and Zhang Qing walked out. This was the fifth Jinlan Sect immortal monk who had died in his hands, and as time went by, there would be more.
However, as the battle continued, Zhang Qing still focused some of his thoughts on the sky. At some point, a crystal clear petal appeared in the sea of red clouds.
The flames burned blazingly on the petals, as if they were carving something, and on the other side of the petals, a figure sat cross-legged.
"The head of the family..."
In the sky, the foundation builders of Jinlan Sect also discovered this scene, and they were all horrified.
"Zhang Shenling is planting golden lotus! He must be stopped!"
"But, where is the Supreme Elder?" Someone looked at the sky of the sea of clouds, but could not find Jin Wuyan's figure.
"The Supreme Being is not dead yet, he is trapped by the Zhang family's formation!"
A monk with a turbid aura who was obviously at the peak of Foundation Establishment stood up and asked, "Where are the disciples of Jianfeng and Canglan Peak?"
"Form up a formation and awaken the Shoufeng Sword!"
At the same time, a Jin Lan Sect monk who was fighting Zhang Qing retreated frantically, and despite being injured, he returned to the team of many monks practicing sword control.
Just as Zhang Qing wanted to catch up, real ripples spread from the front and pushed Zhang Qing directly.
Without any hesitation, Zhang Qing used this power to keep retreating until a family member stood in front of him.
"Uncle Clan, they are not simple."
The middle-aged man with only his back in front of him chuckled, "Of course it's not simple. Canglan Breaking Technique is not a technique that can be fought alone. The more people practice it, the more powerful it will be, and it can form a tidal formation." , the defense is very strong.”
Zhang Qing looked forward after hearing this. Sure enough, the Jinlan Sect disciples who practiced Canglan Breaking Technique were guarding those who practiced Yaoguang Swordsmanship in the middle. Real blue waves surged on them, like an ebb and flow.
"They want to awaken the Shoufeng Sword, which is one of the few fourth-level magic weapons of the Jinlan Sect. It is also the sword's peak-suppressing weapon."
When a magic weapon reaches the third level, it can become a magic weapon. The difference between the magic weapon and the magic weapon is that the magic weapon has a spirit. Even if no one controls it, it can already explode with terrifying power.
Zhang Qing was not surprised how this thing was brought here. He asked the clan uncle, "How to break this formation and prevent them from awakening that magic weapon?"
"Broken? Of course there is a way, but it has nothing to do with you, you are still young."
"Back off!"
When he said the last two words, the uncle's voice was beyond doubt, and at the same time, a huge force pushed Zhang Qing out.
From the sky, foundation-building monks belonging to the Zhang family fell down, and the moment they touched the sea of fire on the ground, the flames on their bodies expanded violently.
In the blink of an eye, these foundations turned into flame giants with a height of three to five meters. Zhang Qing couldn't help but compare them with those heavenly soldiers and found that there seemed to be no difference.
"The family's inheritance of fairy fire seems to have a significant role in the heavenly weapons. Or does that wisp of fairy fire itself come from the ninth heaven's heavenly weapons?"
Zhang Qing looked at the violent elders with thoughts in his eyes.
The thirty-three days turned into countless fragments and scattered in the world, but before they became fragments, they were part of the thirty-three days.
For example, the fairy mountain in Xianyue City is a mountain from the fairy world, and the family's fairy fire is also a wisp of flame from the ninth day.
They do not come out of thin air, they are the fairy world itself when put together.
So the fragment can be a flame, a mountain, a lake, a cloud in the fairy world, and always every component of the fairy world.
And before the thirty-three days were broken, these things obviously had their own functions.
The Immortal Mountain in Xianyue City has no inheritance. It may just be a place for the immortals to rest. And something like a sect and four clans that contains inheritance is naturally more valuable.
The Zhang family can summon heavenly soldiers, the Shui family can control ghosts, the Zhao family can spawn spiritual plants and alienate and control them...
These all prove the possible role of those fairy world fragments.
Just as Zhang Qing was thinking, those Zhang family foundation builders who had turned into heavenly soldiers had already rushed in front of the formation of monk Canglan of Jinlan Sect, and then the violent flames began to spread and erupt.
The fighting skills of the Yunmengze Zhang family were clearly revealed at this moment. The foundation-building monks did not care about Jinlan Sect's attack at all, and continued to bombard them like crazy, causing cracks in the ripple formation to appear in an instant.
Unlike the Qi-training monks who have scarce means, the Foundation-building monks have begun to practice both law and body. While they possess powerful long-range spells, they also do not lack close combat effectiveness.
So a pair of fists wrapped in flames once again faced countless spells and landed on the defense formation.
Time and time again, the Zhang family's foundation builders showed no intention of stopping. The blood evaporated the moment their bodies were exposed, and the flames on their bodies became increasingly hotter.
"Heavenly soldiers arrayed!" The flames on the Zhang family's foundation members seemed to have reached a limit and turned red, just like the sea of clouds in the sky.
As a clan elder roared, the flames on each of them began to spread towards both sides, sizzling the moment they came into contact with the flames on others, as if sparks had fallen from the oil pan and surged up again. .
This is resonance. Like the monks of Jinlan Sect who practice Canglan Breaking Technique, the Zhang family also has its own special methods.
When the power of the Immortal Fire inheritance is being established, the temperature of the flame is different in everyone's body, but this does not matter. The temperature of the flame is different, but there is a common limit.
That is the red state at this moment. Before this state, it was difficult for the Zhang family's foundation builders to cooperate in depth, because every monk was special, and the magic power in their bodies was like there would never be two pieces in the world. Identical leaves are generally unique.
However, once the flame burning reaches the limit, this uniqueness disappears. The terrible temperature will burn everything and turn the mana into its original chaotic form. At this time, it can be said that every foundation-building monk of the Zhang family can imbue his own mana. Enter the body of another Zhang family member who is in the same extreme state.
There will be no stagnation, their mana will become everyone's, or in other words, each of them has become a collective in this state.
Yun Mengze has a saying, never deplete the mana in your body in front of the Zhang family monks, because of this reason called "resonance".
When the flame reaches the extreme temperature, each other's mana can be stored together in a container, which is called resonance.
But if there is no magic power in the body, it is another extreme resonance, and the power of fairy fire can easily ignite it.
Simply put, everyone is a piece of colorful paper. The colorful colors on the paper are the monk's magic power. Once the magic power disappears, the paper becomes a white paper.
The scary thing is that the Chihu Zhang family of Yunmengze has mastered a pen that can draw colors on white paper.
In the family, this is called the resonance of extreme cold, and the situation on these foundations at this moment is called the resonance of extreme flames.
There are two extremes, one is used to deal with enemies who have no resistance, and the other, at this moment, can only be used to deal with enemies that cannot be dealt with.
The mana in dozens of Zhang family foundation builders gathered at this moment. The majestic mana far exceeded the amount that should be possessed at the peak of the foundation establishment, and began to approach Jinlian Zhong.
A clan elder jumped on top of everyone, and the flames on his body began to pull the majestic flames. It was all the power in the bodies of dozens of foundation-building monks, and he was about to use all the magic power to release a spell.
"The heavenly fire is infinite - the fairy flames fall into the nine heavens!"
The clan elder struggled and roared out this spell that frightened countless people, and in the process, his whole body was burning.
The Zhang family are good at using flames, but that doesn't mean they can survive any flame unharmed. Once the limit of their own endurance is exceeded, the flames will easily use the fire in their bodies as a primer, igniting everything in an instant.
Just like at this moment, the flames burning in this elder's body have exceeded the limit that the foundation can bear, and he will definitely die.
In the pain of burning flames, the clan elder did not have too much fear. Instead, he stared at the continuously strengthening formation in front of him, waving the red fireball in the sky and falling like a meteor.
"Can't stop it!" In the Jinlan Sect's formation, a peak-level foundation-building practitioner who practiced the Canglan Breaking Technique felt the terrifying power coming from above his head and roared in horror.
The defensive formation condensed by Canglan's Magic Breaking Technique could never stop the magical power of the golden lotus above his head.
"It's too late, sword up!" In the center of the formation, among the group of Jinlan Sect monks who were sitting cross-legged, an old monk stood up. While staring at the fireball above his head in fear, he also had a hard expression and used his own The flying sword penetrated his chest, and blood spurted out, soaking his hands.
"Tell the Peak Master that my grandson must enter the True Tradition!"
With a ferocious sound, the old man turned around and stretched his bloody palm towards the wooden sword box among everyone.
The strength at the peak of Foundation Establishment easily shattered the sword box, and a bloody long sword also appeared in the old man's hand at this moment.
The terrifying devouring sucked all the mana from the old man's body to the peak of foundation building, followed by his few vitality.
This was the price for awakening the magic weapon in advance, and with this power, the old man swung his sword toward the sky when he was dying.
