He Ping'an turned his eyes and saw 14,800 third-level demons below. At this time, they were also waving mini star flags, inducing the power of the stars in the void to hit him.
As a result, the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation has reached its peak at this time, which is equivalent to eight times the power of a full blow from the Youqiongqi Demon God.
Even if He Ping'an was stronger than Qiongqi Demon God at this time, and he could use all his magical powers, he could not withstand this vast power of the stars.
As the stars fell, He Ping'an repeated his old tricks. The Tai Chi Sword, the Heavenly Demon Flower Blood Divine Sword, and the Three Cauldrons came out at the same time. They still couldn't withstand the falling stars, and the magnificent river of stars rolled over them.
Wherever the starlight passed, the void cracked open.
"Ho!"
He Ping'an took a deep breath, and all the power in his body gathered into a fist containing purple electric light, and blasted towards the river of stars.
"boom!"
The fist force hit the river of starlight, and the purple electric light and the dark gold fist force complemented each other, bursting out with endless light, but then the river of starlight set off turbulent waves, which directly submerged the punch that was enough to shatter the void.
Immediately, the river of starlight fell down, and the endless power of the stars hit He Ping'an's golden body. Although the golden light protecting the body was extremely solid, it still could not withstand the power of the stars.
The golden body fell from the void and hit the ground.
"This week's star formation is truly extraordinary!"
He Ping'an's eyes flashed with thoughtfulness. He had already prepared a way to break the formation, but he still wanted to try the power of the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation.
After all, only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle.
Now we all have a good understanding of it, and we are just waiting for the small fish to take the bait.
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"The rise of the Dragon-riding Martial Saint and the demon clan is an inevitable trend. Just like this Zhoutian Star Dou Formation, how can you, a little Martial Saint, be able to withstand it?"
Sure enough, as he fell from mid-air, Qiongqi Demon God showed ecstasy and began to attack He Ping'an's mind with words.
"Of course I can't stand it alone, but there are tens of millions of fellow human beings, not to mention the Zhoutian Star Formation, even the general trend of Heavenly Dao can withstand it!"
Although He Ping'an was falling continuously under pressure, his expression remained normal as he replied. ,
"Is it just those ants?"
Qiongqi Demon God glanced at the human army hiding outside the formation, with a trace of determination on his face. With a wave of his hand, the star flags danced again, and the endless power of the stars pursued him and suppressed He Pingan's figure. .
As long as the Dragon Riding Martial Saint is killed, there will be no way for the demon clan to stop him.
Boom!
The power of the stars struck He Ping'an's body-protecting golden light. The thick body-protecting golden light was peeled off layer by layer. In the blink of an eye, only a thin layer of body-protecting golden light remained three feet in front of him.
"Dragon-riding Martial Saint, die!"
At this moment, a graceful red figure flashed out of the void, evil energy surged in his hands, and his sharp nails clawed hard at He Pingan's head.
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She is wearing a layer of red gauze as thin as cicada wings, with a hot figure and a beautiful face.
A red lotus bloomed between her eyebrows, and countless blood-colored hair swayed in the wind, like flames beating.
It's a woman!
"Emperor Jiaming, you finally appeared!"
The corners of He Pingan's mouth raised, and his figure once again bloomed with endless golden light, temporarily forcing away the incoming starlight. Then the Yaizhen Immortal Sword in his hand flashed, and the cold sword intent suddenly rose into the sky and slashed towards the red figure.
It was the eldest princess, Princess Jingle, whose body was taken over by Jiaming Emperor Zhao Cheng!
"not good!"
A trace of panic flashed across Zhao Cheng's pretty face. She had already contacted the Qiongqi Demon God and had been hiding here, waiting for an opportunity.
After watching He Ping'an fight alone in the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Formation, she was full of confidence in revenge, but became more and more uneasy.
I thought that by breaking through the realm of the Corpse God, I could take revenge alone.
Who knew that He Ping'an's strength would improve so quickly.
So he chose this time, when He Ping'an had no power to fight back, to launch a sneak attack again.
However, He Pingan once again broke her wishful thinking.
"Uh-huh!"
The sword energy surged forward, like a long, endless river.
Zhao Cheng's whole body was filled with evil energy. The hands he had just grabbed at He Ping immediately changed direction and grabbed at the endless sword light.
"Stab..."
Countless blood-colored evil spirits gathered into two claws that penetrated the sky and the earth. They collided with Sen Han's sword energy, and suddenly made a series of teeth-piercing sounds.
After three breaths, as the river of sword energy continued to surge, the bloody claw light was defeated by the river of sword energy. Zhao Cheng's body was immediately submerged by the river of sword energy.
The endless cold sword intent suddenly penetrated Zhao Cheng's body, leaving behind a series of terrifying sword marks on Zhao Cheng's rock-hard body.
"I'm not convinced!"
Zhao Cheng roared angrily, and the evil energy swirled all over his body, constantly washing away the sword energy pouring into his body, trying to get rid of all the sword energy.
At this moment, He Pingan made a move with one hand, and a small cauldron appeared in his hand again.
But it was the Gangding in Zhao Yun's hand.
"I'll leave this person to you!"
He Ping'an's magic power surged, and he slapped the small cauldron. Zhao Yun, holding a silver gun, flashed out of the cauldron.
"Thieves, please die!"
Zhao Yun roared, and stabbed Zhao Cheng, who was still surrounded by layers of sword energy, with a spear in his hand.
He had been hiding in Gangding for a long time. When he saw Zhao Cheng not far away, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
Back then, Zhao Cheng had the kindness to meet others, but as early as when he and his party were hiding in the corpse cave, it was completely offset.
Today, Zhao Cheng is Zhao Yun's life and death enemy.
Moreover, Zhao Yun's current strength is no longer what it used to be.
Facing the seriously injured Emperor Zhao Cheng of Jiaming, he had a sure chance of victory.
Each flash of gunfire brought a flower of blood to Zhao Cheng's body.
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Seeing that the two of them were becoming more and more courageous as they fought, and the battlefield was far away from here, He Ping'an withdrew his gaze. At this time, the protective golden light on his body had been shattered by the power of the stars, and even his body was constantly being ravaged by the power of the stars. Underneath, countless horrific wounds were exposed.
"The Dragon-riding Martial Saint dares to meddle in other people's affairs when he is about to die!"
Qiongqi Demon God saw that He Pingan's physical body had begun to collapse. With a ferocious smile on his face, he waved the star flag again, urging the power of the stars to accelerate towards He Pingan.
It has been suppressed by He Pingan for a long time, isn't it just for today?
Even for Zhao Yun who had just appeared, he had already controlled the Zhoutian Star Dou Formation and locked it. He was only waiting to concentrate his strength to defeat He Pingan, and then kill Zhao Yun by the way.
As long as He Pingan and Zhao Yun are completely killed today, the remaining people of the human race will not be affected at all.
As for the life and death of Jiaming Emperor Zhao Cheng, it has nothing to do with the demon clan.
Both sides use each other.
"Senior Martial Saint..."
Outside the large formation, Emperor Longqing, Liu Sheng, Chongyang True Immortal, and Zhen Guogong looked anxious at this time, wanting to rush in and help He Ping'an.
But then he remembered He Ping'an's message before entering the battle.
"You are waiting outside the formation for news about Pindao. You are not allowed to enter without a summons!"
Even though everyone was anxious, they could only control the Daxuan soldiers outside the formation.
Always ready to join the battle.
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Thousands of miles south of Wuxian Ridge.
In a valley covered by thick fog.
Zhang San led the Black Wind Army's third-grade and middle-grade monks to hide here quietly.
After he occupied all the eastern parts of southern Xinjiang, he followed He Ping'an's order and left a large group of troops to continue to clear out the monster clan in the east.
He led an elite team, united all the ghost cultivators, crossed countless mountains and rivers, and finally arrived at the designated place two days ago.
Now, it has been hidden here for two days.
He was now successful in cultivation, so he could naturally see the battle in the distance.
But he was not impatient in his heart, because he knew that if he needed to take action, Luo Xianzun would naturally issue a decree.
Thousands of miles below the valley.
Seeing that He Ping'an was defeated, the ghost soldiers were a little restless.
Others don't know He Pingan's identity, but they know it very well.
Luo Xianzun, Ximen Chuixue, and Dragon Riding Martial Saint are all the same person.
"General, the Martial Saint is in trouble, shall we go?"
A ghost general couldn't help himself and asked.
"Go, of course!"
Wei Jinghuan picked up the ghost knife formed by the condensed Yin Qi in his hand, and then took the lead in rolling up a thick layer of ghost mist, and escaped from the underground to Wuxian Ridge.
Upon seeing this, the remaining ghost soldiers immediately turned into a vague ghost mist and followed closely behind.
As for He Pingan's order, Wei Jinghuan had already forgotten it.
What time has this happened? Who cares about grandma’s orders?
Martial Saint’s life is the most important!
Even if he dies in battle, he must rescue Wu Sheng!
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