Waterfront in the Wilderness is Immortal

Chapter 133 The battle of the ancient times
"Bang bang bang!"

The earth shook and the mountains shook, and streams of thick hot magma spewed out, burning the sky.

"Chichi~~~~!"

The fierce collision is still going on, the stalemate is still there, the remaining energy is scattered, the three of Qingchen cast their protective powers, sacrifice the spiritual treasure of the body, and let the aftermath impact, smashing the surrounding mountains, smashing the rocks, Staring intently at the confrontation in the field.

"This cave is really hidden. How many surprises do you have for the poor? I'm really looking forward to it!"

Looking past Dongyou, who was just showing off his majesty, Qingchen pursed his lips and smiled lightly, his eyes were as deep as water.

boom!boom!boom!
The mountains are shattered, the rivers and rivers are dried up, the Wuxiang Great Formation and the sky full of spiritual seas are facing the wheat awnings. It is difficult to distinguish the superiority in a short period of time, and even after a long time, with the world as the force, the Wuxiang Great Formation with nearly infinite power is enough to grind life and death cave secluded.

"drink!"

With a violent shout, Dongyou's fingers quickly pinched a few mysterious formulas, the lines between his eyebrows shone brightly, and a stream of light shot out, pouring into the endless sea of ​​aura.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, yin and yang are in chaos!"

Following Dongyou's shout, the entire spiritual sea changed in an instant, and suddenly surged again, the spiritual light overflowed in all directions, swallowing the sky and swallowing the clouds.

Afterwards, in the turbulent spiritual sea, countless huge vortices suddenly appeared, and the endless spiritual energy and divine light were swallowed and eaten away by the expanding and extending.

The changes in Linghai made the confrontation intensified, and the Wuxiang formation was finally provoked by successive provocations, like an ancient god and demon whose beard has been lifted, the power of the formation was fully activated, and it spared no effort to bombard the opponent who repeatedly provoked his majesty. Linghai.

For a moment, the void exploded, the void storm surged, and the ancient sacred mountains rose from the phaseless formation, majestic and majestic, soaring to the sky, pressing towards the endless spiritual sea.

Countless immemorial sacred mountains have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain, and the surging spiritual ocean has been crushed, squeezed, collided, divided, and isolated.
At this moment, the power of the Heaven and Earth Formless Formation was revealed without a doubt, demonstrating the astonishing power of reclamation of seas and mountains.

"Move flowers!"

His icy eyes silently stared at the imposing Wuxiang Formation, and the corners of Dongyou's mouth raised, as if he had been waiting for this scene a long time ago, and when he saw the right moment, he put his hands flat on his chest, and borrowed a seal formula, an illusory handprint Pushed into the vast spiritual sea.

As if taking a tonic, the spirit sea, which was originally weak, suddenly became aura, surging, and the soothing vortex was more violent than before.

The raging sea is surging, the crest is like a mountain, and the vortex is spinning faster and faster. The ancient sacred mountains are swallowed by the vortex one by one, the power is gradually stripped and eaten, and the aura of the rainbow falls instantly.

Eyes closed slightly, the power of heaven in the small world was transported by Qingchen, and the soul condensed into a thread, wrapped in a trace of power of heaven and submerged into the spiritual sea, carefully experiencing the mystery of the changes.

In Qingchen's perception, the vortex of the Linghai was actually absorbing the power of the heaven and the law of the heaven and earth phaseless formation bit by bit through the ancient sacred mountain.

Although the speed was slow, the ants killed many elephants, and the power from the ancient sacred mountains was gradually extracted, gathered, and fed back to the spiritual sea.

The power of heaven in the small world of Biyuan originally borrowed by the Wuxiang formation was very weak, but it was consumed in such a way that the power of heaven contained in it was even more negligible, and the power of the formation was lost again and again.

Eyes opened and closed, a flash of surprise flashed, Qingchen withdrew the ray of spirit that was released when everyone was not paying attention, and carefully felt the method of borrowing the power of heaven by the Wuxiang Great Formation, and looked at Dongyou more and more. profound.

"Join the tree!"

Taking advantage of your illness killing you, Dongyou strikes again, raising his hands slightly, the entire spiritual sea trembles, and in the unfathomable vortexes, rounds of golden moons of different sizes leap out and soar into the sky, Hang high in the sky.

The raging sea, the sacred mountain, and the full moon.
"It's a supernatural power to move flowers and trees, and use strength to fight!"

After Qingchen exclaimed, looking at the scene in front of him, his thoughts turned, and he thought of a record he saw when he was looking through the inheritance of the Taishi lineage.

Together with Yan Xing, the orthodoxy that is as old as the Taishi lineage is an existence that was born together with the Taishi Taoist. It was created by the old man Xingchen, who focuses on practicing the magic of the stars, comprehending the avenue of stars, deducing the changes of the stars, and the orbit of the sky.

It has a great supernatural power called Death Star, which can be divided into three types, the white sun breaks the sky, the bright moon sinks, and the soul star annihilates.

If what Dongyou used was the second form of this supernatural power, then after the ten thousand moons turned to the sky, it should be Yue Shen.
Qingchen's thoughts hadn't settled yet, and what he guessed soon came true.

Dongyou raised his arm, and a golden light glowed on his hand.

"The moon sinks!"

With a violent shout, Dongyou's arm sank, and he pressed it into the air, the ten thousand rounds of bright moon in the sky suddenly dimmed, the golden light dimmed, shrank into a little golden light, and the sky and the earth became dim.

boom!
boom!
boom!
Above the sky, the huge bright moon hung high like dumplings, falling one after another, violently bombarding the Wuxiang formation, colliding violently, and the golden light was compressed to the extreme and burst out suddenly, exuding horrifying power.

ten
Hundreds
thousand
Fall, hit, explode.
The situation changed, the power of the phaseless formation was continuously drawn away and weakened by the vortex of the spiritual sea, countless golden moons rose into the sky and fell, and the power ebbed and flowed. The outcome of both sides was clear, and the rest was only a matter of time.

After a stick of incense, the aura of Wuxiang Formation dimmed even more.

Half an hour later, the Wuxiang formation was densely covered with cracks, trembling constantly, and crumbling.

An hour later, the strength of the Wuxiang formation was weakened to the extreme, and with another wave of moon sinking, the formation was finally overwhelmed, cracked and shattered.

Linghai, Shenshan, and the full moon. All kinds of visions were forced to gradually dissipate along with the phaseless formation.

The dense fog gradually dissipated, revealing the true face of the valley, cracked ground, crushed rocks, collapsed mountain walls, and dry riverbeds
In the scorched earth and dilapidated scenery, a piece of flawless white jade about ten feet high in the center of the valley is particularly eye-catching. The white jade is surrounded by three feet, green grass, blooming spiritual flowers, full of vitality, like a unique star in the dark night, dazzling and sacred, fascinating.

However, no one noticed this, even Qingchen who had been focusing on Dongyou couldn't help being attracted and looked away.

Four sharp eyes stared at something in the valley. There, three feet above the white jade pillar, a star the size of a grain of rice floated quietly.

A few flashes of light flashed by, and the four of Qingchen fell into the valley, staring intently at the dusty stars in front of them, delighted, stunned, shocked, and admired.
"A little cold star hides the sun and the moon! Wonderful! Wonderful! What a world in the middle world! What a Sumeru technique! What an amazingly talented Biyuan Tianjun!"

After a long time, Qingchen shook his head, admiring again and again, marveling at the things in front of him, feeling sincerely.

(End of this chapter)