I robbed the Emperor of the East

Chapter 179 Four Moves

Ten Thousand Immortals array, the array of light criss-crossing.

And in this burst of light, there is a different color, the flame of fire!
Wherever the divine flame passed, the array of light dissipated, and the living beings were burned out.

After Tai Yi charged through the Tai Chi Formation, the entire Tai Chi Formation was nearly half burned, and his eyes pointed directly at the heart of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

He has broken through the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation once in Xianzhao Palace, and has a certain understanding of this Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

Naturally, it is clear that as long as this formation of hearts is shattered, the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation will be shattered along with it!
After crossing the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, you will find Biyou Palace!
Surrounded by divine flames, Tai Yi's figure is vertical and horizontal in this array of ten thousand immortals, no one can stop it!

And right now!
Suddenly, the three sub-arrays in the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, Taiji, Liangyi, and Sixiang, had extremely strange trajectory changes. These three sub-arrays were overlapping each other.

There is an extremely strange formation diagram that appears before this formation.

Tai Chi produces Liangyi, Liangyi produces Sixiang, Sixiang...produces gossip.

A huge gossip formation diagram evolved and appeared in front of this formation, blessed with the power of a saint, and gathered the strongest power of the three formations to block Tai Yi from this formation.

Tai Yi frowned slightly at this moment.

He didn't pay much attention to the Bagua array that appeared.

The reason why he frowned was because he felt the appearance of a breath, and the source of this breath was just behind the Eight Diagrams diagram, the heart of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.

"Isn't he dead?"

Taiyi murmured.

He sensed the aura of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The original Taiyi always believed that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had already been killed in the battle of Buzhou Mountain.

But now it seems that is not the case.

As for what's tricky in it, Taiyi doesn't care how the twelve ancestor witches survived, he can figure it out with his feet, it must be Sanqing's hand.

"Then I will let you all die again."

Tai Yi stayed still, looking at the eight trigrams array in front of him.

The sword in his hand was slowly lifted up.

On the blade of this sword, there is a raging divine flame flowing out, and at the same time, from this place beyond the sky, there is a bright divine flame falling from the sun god star, rushing into the formation of ten thousand immortals, and merging into the sword in Taiyi's hand. The sword with the handle of Shenyan Punishing Soul.

Not only that, from Tai Yi's body, that little god star also had divine flames flowing out of his body, rushing madly into the sword in his hand.

A huge sword made of divine flames directly pierced through the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation and spanned the entire Shangqing Realm, as if it wanted to cut the Shangqing Realm in half.

Wearing the Divine Flame Battle Armor, her long silver-white hair was flying wildly in the strong wind.

The gossip picture in front of him was reflected in Tai Yi's calm eyes, and the hand holding the sword hilt turned slightly!
boom!
A wave of wild flames scattered from the sword body in an instant, and rushed straight to the overlapping three formations of Taiji, Liangyi, and Sixiang, and the three formations trembled crazily.

The Holy Mother of the Golden Spirit, the Holy Mother of the Turtle Spirit, the Holy Mother of Wudang, and the many disciples of the Jiejiao in the main formation all had extremely ugly faces at this moment.

Just the impact of a wave of fire, these three formations are faintly showing signs of disintegration.

Including the condensed gossip diagram, it also trembled crazily under the impact of the air wave.

However, they cannot retreat, they must guard.

Because, at the moment the heart of the formation.

Kong Xuan frowned, looking at the Twelve Ancestral Witches in front of him. He had never seen the Twelve Ancestral Witches since his debut, and this was the first time he saw them.

But Kong Xuan didn't pay attention to these twelve ancestor witches, or it can be said that he was extremely disdainful.

During the Battle of Buzhou Mountain, these twelve ancestor witches were beaten like dogs by Donghuang Taiyi, so they should not have entered Kong Xuanfa's eyes.

After all, in Kong Xuan's view, in this prehistoric world, except for the six sages of the heavens and the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the others are scum, including the so-called witch clan of the body of Chengpangu, and there is no need to care about it.

"Everyone, time is running out."

Zhao Gongming also looked at the twelve ancestral witches, glanced out of the corner of his eyes, and reminded them with urgency in his tone.

He could already feel the coercion coming from outside his heart, which made his heart palpitate, which reminded him unnaturally of the battle of Xianzhao Palace.

The twelve ancestral witches who have just stepped out of the gap in the void: Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Shebishi, Rushou, Jumang, Gonggong, Zhurong, Houtu, Xuanming, Tianwu, Qiangliang, Yanzi.

They all looked at the place where the main formation was held, Kong Xuan, who was holding the Six Soul Banner in his hand. They had heard of the existence of Kong Xuan, a little peacock.

But it's just a glance.

Kong Xuan didn't take them seriously, and the Twelve Patriarchal Witches didn't take Kong Xuan seriously either.

To be more precise, at this time the Twelve Ancestral Witches were ignored by no one, including the Eastern Emperor!

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, who have mastered the method of freely condensing the body of a witch god, boast that they already have the body of a saint, so why should the world be afraid of it!Why should the Eastern Emperor be afraid of it!
Facing the panic on Zhao Gongming's face, Zhu Rong, Tian Wu and the other ancestral witches took a look, and showed disdain at the corners of their mouths: "Are all the disciples of Jiejiao such a bunch of trash?"

"It's all said that the sky teaches disciples, there is no distinction between teaching and teaching, and all laws are passed on from generation to generation. I didn't expect to teach such a group of low-level things."

The undisguised disdain in the voice made Zhao Gongming and some of the disciples of the Intercepting Sect in the Heartland suddenly angry, but Zhao Gongming obviously could bear it, and knew that this was not the time to fall out with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

He raised his hand and pressed it, indicating that no one should make a move.

Apart from glaring at these ancestral witches, there is nothing else.

"The formation."

Di Jiang, the head of the Twelve Patriarchal Witches, withdrew his gaze from behind Kong Xuan, flung his sleeves and spoke confidently.

The remaining eleven ancestral witches were also full of self-confidence, and began to activate the formation of the twelve gods and demons.

And outside the heart.

The three Holy Mothers and the disciples of the Jujiao were all sweating crazily. The sword that spanned the Shangqing Realm made their hearts tremble with fear to the extreme.

Especially the Three Virgins!
They had personally experienced the battle of Xianzhao Palace, and they saw with their own eyes that the sword that smashed the exquisite pagoda infused with the power of the saint that day, and smashed Haotian was almost exactly the same as the sword in front of them!
The fear of that day flooded into my heart again.

this moment.

Biyou Palace, in front of the Shangqing Hall.

Taiqing Laozi and Shangqing Tongtian, the two brothers stood side by side, looking at the scene of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation in front of Biyou Palace, the middle-aged man who originally followed the Tongtian leader had already retreated.

"The Witch Clan has risen, Junior Brother, it's your turn for the next four moves."

Taiqing Laozi's voice came out flat.

"Brother, don't worry, I will let Donghuang Taiyi feel this boy once."

"Why, despair!"

Master Tongtian almost gritted his teeth and said the last four words.

There was fierce anger burning in his eyes, and the hatred for the Eastern Emperor brought to him by 'Duobao's death' was obviously far beyond imagination.

(End of this chapter)