The sky was shattered and the world was dim. Only the red eyes were in the sky, shining with a strange and soul-stirring light.
A group of Mahayana masters surrounded them, all looking at the red eyes, trying their best to use their own magic power to barely withstand the soul-stirring power.
Wu Yazi's voice was hard and slightly hoarse, and he smiled bitterly: "Do we still have room for change now?"
The light wind spirit flowed around Zhao Qingtang, and the wisps of sword energy emitted from the abyss barely protected his soul. He said in a deep voice: "Gu Shaorong didn't kill, and allowed the evil seeds and cultivators to spread. The power of the resentful dragon As it gradually increases, it will naturally cause the sky to collapse."
"Now we are just moving this scene forward, but we have retained more effective forces, and we may be able to fight with all our strength."
Although he usually has a rough mind, he can also see the overall situation.
If Gu Shaorong had not been killed today, the power of the Resentful Dragon would have increased day by day, and the evil cultivators and evil seeds would have become stronger. The gaping hole in the sky would eventually be broken, and their power would only be further weakened.
Now their twenty-two Mahayana are here, and they still have the final chance of turning around.
"Get into formation!"
Bai Yuan's whole body was ignited with a layer of brilliant flames, and he raised his cultivation level to dispel the inexplicable power lingering around him.
His old face was full of determination at this moment, and his cloudy eyes burst out with astonishing brilliance.
"The great formation of the gods in the past was originally created for today."
Qiyao Zhouxing Jiuxuan Taiqing Formation! The nine palaces are clearly called, and the seven rays are secretly combined to guide the spiritual energy of the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, and protect the world's barriers.
The remaining spiritual spirit of Gu Shaorong forcibly controlled the Resentful Dragon to fly to Jiuzhong Mountain. This is the place where the world's barriers are weakest. The power of the Resentful Dragon has surpassed the Mahayana with the nourishment of a large number of living beings, and it has surpassed the Small Thousand Worlds after its self-destruction. The boundary of the sky was briefly shattered.
If we can make amends in time, we may be able to turn the tide and save all living beings in the world from being slaughtered by the butcher's knife.
Bai Yuan and Helian Jiucheng set up this great formation, and he also had the power to control this formation.
"Everyone, please give me a helping hand!"
He said loudly, clasping his hands together and forming a seal, and the remaining fresh air in this world quickly lingered. When Zhao Hanfeng heard what he said, he immediately held the Yinying in his right hand. The magic power of the late Mahayana period was not concealed. It surged out of the body and turned into slender blades one after another to isolate possible influences from the outside world.
"Where is Tianhu?!"
The Heavenly Demon Ancestor shouted sternly, and the voice infused with mana spread out into sound waves, enough to make all living beings tens of thousands of miles away listen clearly.
But at this moment, there was a sound of fox cry, and the nine-tailed sky fox came riding on the platinum fireworks. The golden patterns on its body flashed, and the power of its blood boiled, causing the eyes of the three demon emperors to shine with strange light.
Helian Jiucheng's nine tails stretched out behind him, and the Nine Tribulations Earth Immortal's cultivation level could barely protect him.
He was originally of the pure bloodline of the Heavenly Fox in the Immortal Realm, and later had the cultivation resources left by Pei Xihe. Over the past hundred years, he had practiced to the Nine Tribulations Earth Immortal, and was only one step away from the Mahayana realm.
But just one step away left him with no room to intervene in the previous battlefield, so he could only sit back and watch. Now that he had to rely on the power of the formation, he came immediately.
Bai Yuan's left and right hands each hold an extraordinary velvet brush. The left one has purple meaning and flashes of lightning, and is made of lightning-struck wood. The right one is a brown-yellow stone pole, which contains profound meanings and is both extraordinary.
He was doing two things at once, outlining a large array of formations that poured into the sky, but he still seemed powerless.
Seeing the appearance of Helian Jiucheng, he immediately shouted: "Please Sir Tianhu, please save the world of China from water and fire!"
Helian Jiucheng didn't say a word. He jumped to Grandmaster Baiyuan's side. The nine tails behind him were swaying, and they were actually using the tip of the fox tail to outline the bloody formation to mobilize the Fang Shen's huge formation.
The blood was bright red, which was the blood of the Sky Fox in his body. He sacrificed the formation with blood, and its power was extraordinary. Suddenly the earth trembled, and the mountains, rivers and seas burst out with mysterious and uncaptured energy, which rushed towards the broken sky of Jiuzhong Mountain. The big mouth.
The misty air turned into white cranes, swimming dragons, flying luan, maned lions, flower tigers, blue waves, green leaves, red fruits, all kinds of things, full of simplicity and vastness. When they poured into that gap, all the people in the world suddenly appeared. Then you can see countless golden chains appearing, blocking the soul-stirring demonic light of the red pupil, and they all come back to their senses.
But coming back to their senses meant greater panic. The terrifying pressure coming from those red eyes made them all tremble with fear. They secretly prayed in their hearts that this broken sky would close quickly!
And it seemed that as they wished, those golden chains exuded divine radiance and made sounds when rubbing against each other. Its movement was like the mending threads on the gaps in clothes, which were constantly tightening to cover the original wounds.
Both Helian Jiucheng and Bai Yuan were exhausted of mana, and their bodies were crumbling. They were only clenching their teeth to hold on. With their current cultivation level, they wanted to forcibly control the Tianji Formation. What they were doing was repairing the sky, and the losses were too great.
The masters around them took action one after another, sacrificing the various spiritual objects and elixirs they carried, and quickly refined them into pure spiritual energy that poured into each person and the fox.
"It seems feasible!"
Grandmasters Wu Yazi, Zhao Hanfeng, and Chi Xuanzi all had a sense of hope in their hearts.
But the red pupils, which were already half-open, were slowly opening at this moment. The wider they opened, the demonic light escaping from the pupils became more and more surging, like countless sharp swords, slashing across the golden chains. .
It is obviously the top formation among the gods. If used properly, it can easily kill Mahayana cultivators. The chain of divine power it has condensed is difficult for even gods to break, but it breaks quickly at this moment.
One after another, starting from the first one breaking, the speed is getting faster and faster. All the creatures in the world can only hear the crackling sound coming from their ears, and their hearts are beating as fiercely as drums.
"Are we really hopeless?"
"What are those red eyes?"
"Who! Where are those Mahayana masters? Can they save us?"
This is a catastrophe common to the whole world, and no one is immune.
Zhao Hanfeng's eyes were deep and he looked at the gap in the sky with an incomprehensible expression.
He suddenly felt lucky that his little apprentice was not in this world. Otherwise, no matter how lucky she was, it would be difficult to avoid such a catastrophe. Although the cracks in the jade pendant still existed, there had been a brilliant burst of light before, which should have broken through death. Born out of bureau.
Now that she exists in the world, the inheritance of the previous Yi Yuandao lineage is still there, how good it is!
"Everyone, this is our last resort."
Bai Yuan has run out of mana, and while he is burning his soul, Helian Jiucheng is also sacrificing the essence and blood of the Sky Fox, losing his longevity. One man and one fox are already on the edge of the formation.
Zhao Hanfeng's meaning was already clear, and suddenly the Mahayana monks here had different expressions, some were unwilling, some were generous, some were sentimental, and some were determined.
"Then fight."
Wu Yazi laughed loudly and jumped away. With his luck in the sky, he jumped from the late stage of Mahayana to the realm of celestial beings. Before the thunder disaster came, his whole body was burning with spiritual light. It was obvious that he was fighting for his life and wanted to explode himself.
Oops, I didn’t write the truth of the story. I’ll write the next chapter and provide relevant foreshadowing: "139. Sixty-Nine Fate"
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