"I'm so sorry! I...I..." Liangchen apologized quickly, but didn't know how to explain it.
"It doesn't matter if you're dead. The Holy Grail can't be opened. Don't blame us for turning against us and destroying the Black Dragon Tribe!" The Fuguang clan leader next to him glared at him and said in a conspiratorial tone.
"Chilin, look at him." Chief Yanyang ordered a middle-aged man behind him.
"Yes, father." Chilin stopped his movements, walked to Liangchen and stared at him closely.
"I don't know why I had that hallucination just now. Is it because I miss Meng'er too much, or is my heart loosened due to being too hard?" Liangchen smiled wryly, shaking his head in thought.
"Which one of you here has not gone through countless hardships to achieve the great path you have now! How can you belittle yourself if you have only been practicing for a long time?
This is a once-in-a-lifetime learning opportunity, how could you waste it like this and have such a decadent mentality! "
After thinking about it in his mind, he finally cheered up again, turned around and began to appreciate everyone's unique skills and momentum.
With so many great monks from various fields displaying their magical powers in front of their eyes, it is simply rare to find them. Sometimes they look at the seven martial arts, sometimes they look at the alien magic, but after a while, they become mesmerized and obsessed with it.
This attack lasted for an hour.
The continuous attack for such a long time has consumed a lot of people. It can be seen that several people have begun to take elixirs and herbs to replenish their physical strength.
This ancient formation is indeed extraordinary. It has been able to sustain for so long under the joint efforts of dozens of people!
However, the formation lacked spiritual energy replenishment, and after a long period of consumption, the light screen finally became much dimmer, and the golden color faded and gradually turned into light cyan.
As the cyan color appeared, three cyan coiling dragon totems quietly appeared at the eyes of the light screen.
The totem was as clear and ferocious as the real thing, and the three green dragons suddenly solidified again as soon as they emerged from the formation.
"Three dragons came out together, and half of the formation has been broken!"
"Time is running out, everyone, please work harder!" Chief Tuntian looked at the green dragon emerging, his face lit up, and he shouted loudly.
Everyone was shocked when they heard the sound!
"After such a long attack, only half of the formation was broken!"
"In its heyday, wouldn't it be impossible to break through this formation?"
"..."
After some discussion, there were several more magic weapons in the air, including some with astonishing power.
Many magic weapons hit the Azure Dragon Totem, and the ripples on the light screen trembled slightly, no longer as solid as a bell like before.
And when everyone was trying their best to break the formation, a breeze blew up next to the Babel Tower, and a faint figure appeared in the breeze. This person's eyes were as bright as beans, and he was the unknown old man who broke through the formation of the Holy City. .
The breeze circulated around the tower for several weeks. The old man observed for a long time and then used the fine needle magic weapon again to shoot somewhere outside the tower.
There was a small sound of "BO"!
It was as if a soap bubble had been popped. At the same time, the wind moved quietly and no one could be seen. When he reappeared, he was already in the tower.
When he arrived at the tower, the old man looked around for a while, then walked to a corner. There was a sundial pattern in the corner. The old man clicked with his hands, "Crack~" There was a sound of loosening bricks, and a dark hole appeared from under his feet. It turned out to be A hidden secret passage.
The secret passage spirals downward, like a long snake burrowing straight into the ground.
The old man turned into a breeze and flowed gracefully again. After about a cup of tea, he finally arrived in front of a dry well.
"Hey! When I came here last time, the spiritual spring was still gushing out. How come it turned into a dry well?"
Seeing no one around, the old man stared at the dry well, shaking his head and making calculations. Suddenly his expression changed, as if he was trying to figure out the joints.
"It turns out that this spiritual spring is the foundation of the water dragon formation!"
"No wonder! No wonder!"
As he muttered, his body turned into a ball of strong wind and rushed into the well.
As soon as he entered the well, the wind speed suddenly increased and flew towards the bottom of the well.
After a long time, we finally reached the end of the Fountain of Youth.
A huge cave appeared in front of us. Dozens of monks in different costumes were divided into three waves. They were using their magical powers to attack a huge crystal wall in front of them. Half of the space was filled with the light of colorful magic weapons, and the momentum was earth-shattering!
Seeing this scene, the old man's face softened and a smile appeared, as if he felt ridiculous for being nervous just now.
"How can this formation be so easy to break!
What's more, after breaking this formation, there are still several palaces inside! "
Thinking of this, he rolled his eyes, found a big stone and landed on it, and sat down behind everyone without any scruples!
His eyes swept over everyone one by one, sometimes with a hint of surprise on his face, sometimes with a knowing smile, and sometimes with confusion.
After watching like this for a while, he seemed a little tired and lay down with his eyes squinted.
As he lay on the stone, his whole body gradually condensed from the mist and turned into a stone, as if it was already there.
Everyone had no idea what was going on behind them, and they were all attacking the formation with all their strength. After all, there was more than one formation here, and the time was so short.
Thinking of this, everyone looked solemn, except Liangchen who looked happy.
I saw his eyes fixed on the field, constantly catching the trajectories of flying swords and flying knives, sensing the momentum of punches and palms, and feeling the power of those clusters of spiritual flames.
For an attack of this level, if it were not a personal disciple, it would be a chance for an ordinary monk to see one move or two.
And the half-day attack by dozens of great monks was undoubtedly a gluttonous feast for today's good time!
Although most of them did not use any special skills or magical powers, even such ordinary attacks were enough to dazzle him.
Looking at the Three Dragons Holding the Sky Formation again, the cyan light curtain gradually became lighter at this time, and the three coiled dragon totems were no longer clearly visible.
“We have reached the last minute, let’s keep up the good work!”
Seeing the light curtain getting dimmer, everyone finally looked happy, and the attacks on their hands became more intensive.
Countless attacks hit the light screen. After half an hour, there was only a cry of "Hang -", and the three coiled dragon phantoms instantly collapsed and disappeared!
The almost transparent light curtain could no longer withstand so many powerful attacks, and disappeared in a rumbling sound.
"Finally broken!"
"Ha ha!"
"Walk!!!"
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