The days of accompany the senior sister to cultivate immortals

Chapter 1118 What Are You? (Second more)

There is no need for too many words, the simple four words are like the rising sun, splitting the cold and icy sun.

Broad and thick shoulders, tall and straight figure, propped up the sky.

The sense of peace that emerged spontaneously made the monks who had been on the verge of despair completely relieved.

The formation in front was broken, and the shouts of killing continued, and densely packed enemies rushed over from the opposite side, like evil spirits crawling out of purgatory.

The eyes are terrifying, and the body is rotten, as if to devour all the good things in the world.

That person just stood here, as if a thick and high wall was born, spanning the gap between these two days.

"Back... back!"

Rao is a master of the ghost clan who is not afraid of death, and he also feels the timidity born from the bottom of his heart. The person who rushed out first, his body couldn't stop shaking, and he kept moving backwards.

Too many people, too crowded.

A small gap, in a short period of time, is enough for hundreds of thousands of Nether Sky masters to rush in, and the follow-up people continue to collide, ghosts stepping on ghosts, bones bumping bones, turning into an unparalleled momentum.

But following the retreat of the people in front, the momentum was deeply stopped.

"Pre... Senior!"

Where did the person in front of him come from, and what was his origin, even Elder Baifeng didn't know, although the Wansheng picture had already resounded through the sky because of the Wansheng Pavilion.

But very few people can set foot on the top, let alone know the tens of thousands of great sages enshrined in the Wansheng Pavilion.

There is only one person in front of him, but it is like a piece of heaven and earth, giving life to the earth and hope to everyone!

Looking into the distance, the scene you see seems to be more than the present, it is a more distant past, a past that no one knows.

Like such a master, there are many Halloween pictures.

Thousands of saints lined up neatly and walked out of the halloween picture.

Their bodies were full of divine light, and they burned their only remnant souls into short-term power, and took a crucial step without hesitation.

It's a mahatma, but more like a well-disciplined army.

Everyone has their own exclusive weapons, which are enough to match the masters of the Immortal Realm when they are scattered.

But at this moment, he restrained his edge and integrated everything into the battle formation. Some damaged and incomplete standard spears looked so ordinary.

Another formation was broken, and there was a ghost master riding a dead horse, with a tall body looking down on all living beings, with an incomparable majesty.

The black-painted long spear swung forward, and it seemed that it could pick up an old master in front of him.

Under such a battle situation, the people in the front are all old in grades, and their cultivation can be regarded as part of the top of Blazing Sun Heaven. The further back, the younger their age and lower their cultivation.

Death ladder!

Although the hope is very small, the older generation must do everything to pass on that small hope.

The spear pierced through the old master's body, and the ghost master picked him up at will, with a cruel smile on his mouth.

The surrounding voices are noisy, there is anger, and there is unwillingness!
But in an instant, he was suppressed!

The black spear broke, and the ghost master who was showing off his loot a moment ago, seemed to have not yet converted, unable to adapt to the feeling of being picked up by a single shot.

The broken long spear shook, and the body of this ghost clan master was instantly torn apart.

There are countless ghost masters behind them, and there is only a small team gathered in front of them. Everyone looks ordinary, but the countless scars on their bodies are enough to show how cruel battles they have experienced.

Many injuries are fatal!

It shouldn't be alive, but at this moment, the body is presented in another posture.

Divine soul!

The top of the divine soul turned into a flame dancing, although it was small, the flame dancing was very powerful.

Without any words, the saint turned into a soldier, a small square formation, only 36 people, but broke into this area with an incomparable magical formation.

The enemy is thousands of troops, and there is no end in sight.

They were quickly submerged by the crowd, but they would appear in an instant, and the masters on the periphery swung their spears like huge knives, advancing steadily in the crowd.

There are long spears stabbing out from the side, killing him with one blow!
In the battle of Immortal Immortals, it is not an easy task to decide the winner in a short time.

But under their hands, it is so easy and freehand.

When the spear was thrust out and retracted, a Nether Heaven Immortal master was killed. Even the exuberant vitality of the ghost clan could not support this kind of offensive with laws.

There are countless teams like this.

Thousands of great sage masters have already experienced hundreds of battles and know what position they should stand in and what kind of things they should do.

What's more, it is now under the leadership of the Jiuzhongtian master.

They kept blocking the attacks from various breaches, and they even directly stepped out of the formation, lying on the periphery of the formation, to block the attack of You Mingtian.

The Chi Yangtian master who had reacted shouted loudly, constantly relying on magic weapons and forts to hit the enemy time and time again.

The offensive seemed to be eased, and Lin Ruoyu's pressure suddenly eased a lot.

She was able to catch her breath a little, and she half-bowed, trying to support her body.

A ray of light condensed behind him, and the figure of the great sage Yunsi emerged, hugged her body softly, smiled with relief, and said, "Do you still have the strength?"

"Ex...Senior, there are more!" Lin Ruoyu hurriedly arrived.

Great Sage Yunsi smiled slightly and said, "That's good, change the formation of Blazing Sun Sky to match the formation of Wanshengtu!"

With a flick of her hand, a huge star map appeared in front of Lin Ruoyu.

The stars are shining, there are suns and stars, there are moons and stars, seven stars are twinkling, nine stars are hanging in the sky, countless stars exude dazzling brilliance.

The stars were moving, and Lin Ruoyu, who was manipulating the Blazing Sun Formation, came to her senses almost instantly, and said in shock, "This... this..."

"Surprised, this is the essence of the Wansheng picture!" The great sage Yunsi smiled.

Lin Ruoyu was shocked. The stars in the entire star map were actually moving based on the great sage in the Halloween map. Their power seemed to turn into stars.

There are many rules here, and it seems that a complete sea of ​​stars has been constructed.

Leaving Lin Ruoyu in amazement, the great sage Yunsi understood that she didn't need too many words, she would soon wake up, and she had her own things to do.

Looking at the sky full of stars, she casually tapped the edge.

"Qingsheng enters Shaoyang, Tianshu turns into a greedy wolf..."

The troops belonging to Qingsheng rotated in the starry sky, and began to arrange a formation that was unparalleled in the world, taking the entire Blazing Sun Sky as a situation.

Tianshu Xingjun also led his team to change the formation, a formation that had never been seen in the world, and unknowingly, quietly swayed.

The strength of Wanshengmen is extraordinary.

The masters in the Halloween map, even if they can only display the Immortal Realm of Longevity, are not something ordinary people can underestimate.

After the formation was changed, the strength of the masters in the formation was increasing rapidly. The Chiyangtian formation echoed the Wanshengtu formation, as if the whole world was providing for this undefeated army. strength.

The nine heavenly soldiers were not idle either.

You Mingtian attacked with the power of a day, the most troublesome ones were the saints, the immortals were the second, and the rest were countless masters of other realms, more than 6000 million!
This is still excluding the lowest level of monks, at least all of them have a cultivation level above Jindan, so they are eligible to come to the battlefield.

If today's Chiyangtian excludes monks below the Jindan realm, it won't even have a million people.

Almost all of these people went to the front line, and were further integrated by the masters of the heavenly soldiers of Jiuchongtian, and began to participate in the formation.

The masters of the Nine Heavens, each performing their duties, doubled the strength of the Blazing Sun Heaven cultivator in a short period of time.

Compared with Chi Yangtian's own battle formation, the Wansheng map is obviously much more terrifying. After all, the two sides are at different levels, and the enemies they face are also different.

Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals?
As long as they use formations and give full play to their own advantages, a 36-member team of tribulation-crossing masters can even kill a single-scar immortal master.

This is a different formation direction, not the direction Lin Ruoyu is researching.

With people as the foundation, small teams as the formation, and echoing the star map, everyone becomes a member of the star map, and the collection of countless small formations is the incomparably huge formation.

At the peak of the battle, everyone felt as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. They felt that they had inexhaustible strength and the arrogance to compete with the sky. They had already determined to die in their hearts, but at this moment they turned into the most indestructible courage.

Great Sage Yunsi nodded towards Great Sage Qingrou.

Only then did the Great Sage Qingrou take out the guzheng, and plucked the rhythm with his fingers, as if delivering a message.

In each team, there is hidden a master who is good at rhythm.

At this moment, one after another sacrificed their own magic weapons, and the rhythms echoed and echoed each other, so that an impassioned war song resounded throughout the blazing sun.

The sound waves vibrate and vibrate, and enemies with a slightly lower cultivation base will explode and die unexpectedly.

For the enemy, it is a life-threatening demon, but for our own people, it is the most beautiful melody. On the battlefield, the sky is full of blood, and the cultivator in the blazing sun feels abnormally calm.

Even if you are a master in the Halloween map, when you face a large number of enemies, you will be injured if you are not careful.

Whenever this time, there will be a master who is good at healing and nourishing the opponent with his own soul light. This seems to be the real war.

The battle situation cannot be called one-sided, after all, the gap in numbers and strength is too great.

After all, the masters of Wanshengtu are just remnants of souls, and most of them can only exert the power of the Immortal Realm of Longevity, but a stalemate has formed abruptly.

Very few formations are damaged, because it is impossible to break through the defenses of masters.

Even the sages of the Nether Heaven could not have expected such a scene, originally thought that the entire Chi Yang Tian would be ruined in a destructive manner.

A ghost saint master couldn't hold back, glanced at one of the teams, and whispered: "Death!"

One word, with terrifying power, seems to have opened up the sanctuary, directly crushing all the power below the saint's realm, it is an unstoppable power.

The darkness seemed to swallow everything, but a master suddenly appeared in front of him, and he asked with a smile, "What are you?"

At that moment, the spring sun bloomed, and the terrifying power of death dissipated instantly.

(End of this chapter)