I'm Xianzun's little cat

Chapter 209

Yan Meng's sigh was not over yet, accompanied by a loud bang, a crack suddenly appeared on the mask.This crack seems to be alive, extending outward along the outer eaves of the mask.

There was another loud noise, and the originally subtle and almost imperceptible cracks instantly became thicker and more numerous.

"No!" Yan Meng yelled, and the Elder of the White Lotus Sect who discovered this scene hurriedly injected spiritual power into the mask, hoping to stabilize the soon-to-be-shattered composite formation.

However, as soon as the spiritual power in his hand touched the surface of the mask, he felt powerless.The solid and stable formation is actually much more fragile than she imagined.

The elders of the White Lotus Sect naturally don't know how many eyes this formation was destroyed by the rice balls before it was built, and now it's just a sham, and it can't trap the rice balls at all.

But they also reacted quickly. After realizing something was wrong, they quickly gave up the compound formation, and quickly slid their fingers in the air, trying to build a new formation before Yinglan broke through the formation.

The elders of Bishapo also clenched the weapons in their hands, standing behind the elders of the White Lotus Sect, ready to respond at any time.

Dongfang Hao pinched Yan Meng's palm to calm her down again, and the two of them stared closely at the crumbling mask.

The sound became more and more dense, and every impact brought about a rumbling sound was bound to be accompanied by a cracking sound, which made people's heart seem to be grabbed by a big hand, and tightened again and again, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The women of the White Lotus Sect who controlled the compound formation all looked defeated, with sweat dripping from their foreheads, and strands of blood overflowed from their mouths and noses.

The rice balls inside the mask were already faintly visible, and there was no expression on her face, she just waved her fist mechanically and silently again and again, every time the fist touched the mask, there would be a loud noise, and invisible energy rushed past her face.

But she didn't seem to realize it, she could only see the fierceness and terror of that energy through the fast flying hair and the constantly flapping skirt.

Finally, this fragile composite formation couldn't hold on any longer, and when Fantuan swung his fist again, it was shattered into countless fragments. The huge impact force engulfed these fragments and quickly pushed them outward with Fantuan as the center. The rice ball in the middle hangs in the air, and the sleeves of the clothes stand up like a god.

The women of the White Lotus Sect who presided over the formation spewed out a mouthful of blood, as if all the strength in their bodies had been drained, and they were powerless to stop the terrifying impact energy.

How can it be so strong?The elders of the two factions looked at each other, alarm bells rang in their hearts. They were all strong men of level three or four, but no one could achieve the terrifying destructive power and lethality of Yinglan. Could it be that Yinglan was in this secret realm? Having an adventure in the middle of the day, has already broken through the fourth level of Tianzi?
No, the maximum strength that the secret realm can bear is the fourth level of Tianzi. If Yinglan has really reached the fifth level of Tianzi, she should have been rejected by the secret realm long ago. How can she stay in this place again?
Before these people could figure it out, Fantuan had already made a move first, and with the iron rod in his hand, his whole body turned into a streamer and went straight to the leader, the elder of the White Lotus Sect.

The beautiful woman in white was tearing her eyes, and hurriedly shouted: "Bu..."

Fantuan had already suffered from the formation of the White Lotus Sect once, so how could she give the other party another chance to set up the formation? The leader of the White Lotus Sect didn't even finish the word formation, and the iron rod of the rice ball had already hit her on the top of the head.

Hurry up, too soon, doesn't she need to take a breath just after breaking the formation?How could there be such a fast speed?

This was her last thought before she fell into a coma, and what made her even more helpless and indignant was Yinglan's words before she passed out: "It seems that the heads of high-ranking powerhouses are relatively hard, and they haven't been broken with a stick."

(End of this chapter)