Chapter 720 Wan Jian worships

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When the golden array flag fell, the entire Tianlan Immortal Formation suddenly shook, mostly dimming, and countless flaws emerged in the ban.

"Everyone...attacks the Tianlan Immortal Formation!!!"

With the order of Feng Qinghou, the army of nearly one million high-level monks on Zhendonghou turned their attacks to the seven-color halo barrier covering the upper sixth peak.

Swallows!

The gorgeous brilliance of the sky enveloped the entire Lingding Immortal Peak. Under the attack of nearly one million cultivators, the "Tianlan Immortal Formation" that has been passed down from generation to generation was shaking violently and dimly, and was about to be broken.

"It's over..."

The figure of the old fairy Bai Yu shook, her face turned pale, and a few traces of despair and powerlessness appeared in her eyes.

Even though he could suppress Zhendonghou in frontal battles, this was a grand war of immortal cultivation with millions of monks participating in the war.

True victory belongs to a huge whole, belongs to the millions of monks, not the win or loss of individual competitions.

Unless...has the overwhelming strength to kill the enemy leader.

However, Zhendonghou, who has the treasure dragon weapon and the blood of the Immortal Qin royal family, almost has the power to look down on the Great Qin Dynasty. How difficult is it to kill him?

"It's a pity, but it's still a failure in the end..."

Qin Huang, who was trapped by the Eight-Phase Demons, had a gloomy face and was very unwilling to accept it, but he was also unable to turn the world back.

He misjudged the strength of Zhendonghou's side in advance. A single *** was not enough to reverse the overall situation, but only checked and balanced the strong support of Zhendonghou's side.

"My Emperor Qin, you lost this time..." The leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect said with great strength: "As long as the Tianlan Immortal Formation is broken, the strength of Zhendong Hou and my Heavenly Demon Sect join forces will destroy the Immortal Dao Sect, and there will be no need for three days!"

Emperor Qin's face was extremely embarrassed and said coldly: "One day, I will destroy your Heavenly Demon Sect and the Marquis of Zhendong!!"

"This East wins the continent. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!!!"

The unwilling roar of Emperor Qin spread throughout the audience, making people furious.

The leader of the Heavenly Demon Sect looked disdainful on the surface, but he felt a little guilty in his heart. He knew the best of Qin Emperor's force: if he had the [Nine Dragon Seal] in person, even if he joined forces with the Zhendong Hou, plus the five kings and princes, he might not be his opponent, and even all the strong people on the field would be an unknown number.

"It seems that I can't help but turn the world around."

Qianqiu Wuhen, who fought against the three kings and princes with his own strength, stopped fighting at this moment and murmured to himself: "The three powerful people in divine emptiness have reached my limit, and they are not yet able to have the realm of 'three spirits in one'."

"But... there is another person who may not have no chance."

Qianqiu Wuhen suddenly looked back and looked at the ninth peak.

"Teacher Qianqiu, we admit that you are very powerful and admire you very much. But now... there is no hope, and it is useless to rely on anyone!!"

Jin Penghou smiled slightly smugly.

"Hey, are you looking at the boy on the Eighth Peak?" Another prince was a little surprised and then sneered: "What can he do with this overwhelming advantage?"

"That may not be."

Qianqiu Wuhen, who was incarnated by Buddhism, looked peaceful, as if he was just a Tao based on intuition.

And at this moment, on the eighth level.

Seeing the golden formation flag falling, Yang Fan's face turned gloomy and he grabbed Elder Mo's throat. The blood-sucking dragon whip on his body swayed him and the corpse of the giant turtle with a "swoosh".

Elder Mo's limbs were numb, and his essence, qi and blood were extracted in an instant.

In the Heavenly Man mode, the blood-sucking dragon whip absorbs the power of the soul-sucking blood, which has been increased by countless amounts.

"Save me..."

Elder Mo made a weak call for help.

However, at the critical moment, Feng Qinghou and others had long ignored him and commanded a million troops to attack the Tianlan Immortal Formation.

"You sinner!!!"

The Elder of the Three Swords gritted his teeth and carried a sword light, which pierced him into pieces.

"Hahaha... Today is the day when the Immortal Dao Sect is destroyed!!"

The crazy laughter of Zhendong Hou spread across the radius of thousands of miles.

Swish swish swish swish bang bang-

Under the overwhelming gorgeous light, the Tianlan Immortal Formation swayed violently, becoming dim and dull, as the situation would be broken at any time.

"It's over..."

Several elders of the Immortal Dao Sect and countless disciples of the Deacons could not hide the despair, fear, and even grief on their faces.

"Brother, take the opportunity to escape, don't worry about me."

Yang Huixin's pretty face was pale, and her beautiful eyes also showed deep helplessness and pain.

In this situation, she did not care about her life, but what she thought of was that Yang Fan would run away at the first moment.

Because of her deep feelings for the Immortal Dao Sect, she would never allow herself to escape at the last minute.

"I won't let you succeed..."

A sharp light burst into Yang Fan's eyes, and even a little blood flashed. When everyone in the Immortal Dao Sect was in despair and helplessness, he slowly raised the broken sword.

"Brother..."

Yang Huixin was almost crying, her eyes were rosy, she pulled Yang Fan's arm and begged: "Don't try harder anymore.

"Don't worry, I'm still 50% sure to turn defeat into victory!!!"

Yang Fan held the broken sword in his hand and said calmly and self-confidently.

At this moment, at the moment when countless monks were desperate and powerless, his figure seemed tall and tall, and stood out in the entire ninth peak.

50% sure?

When the monks nearby heard this, their minds were refreshed and their eyes were turned to him.

50%?

Turn defeat into victory? 50% sure?

It’s not because the opportunity is too small, but because it’s too big and makes people ecstatic.

At this moment, even if there is one-tenth of the chance, it will make people rekindle their fighting spirit.

"Yang Yaoshi..."

Fairy Lan Yu's eyes were rosy, and she suddenly felt a breath from Yang Fan that would never stop.

This is a kind of artistic conception that puts oneself in the Jedi of death and transcends the shackles of life and death.

"Fifty percent sure?"

Old Fairy Bai Yu, standing high at the sky, raised her eyebrows and looked a little surprised: "He... can he really do it?"

Not only was he paying attention to Yang Fan, but he was also Zhendong Hou, and Qianqiu Wuxiao.

Qianqiu Wuhen is because he has a certain understanding of Yang Fan.

During the battle just now, Zhendong Hou heard from the old immortal Bai Yu that Yang Fan was the "noble man" who could save the great disaster of the Immortal Dao Sect by his calculations.

When Yang Fan slowly raised the Wushuang Broken Sword, Zhendong Hou's expression suddenly shook: "He doesn't seem to be planning to survive with the next sword."

"What a unique artistic conception..." Qianqiu Wuhen's heart trembled: "The sword intent shrouded in his body has put himself in a desperate situation of death with no way out, abandoning everything, even life. Once this sword is cut, he will definitely die!!"

Death is undoubtedly true!!

The three kings and princes who confronted him were all full of surprise.

"You mean, after he cuts out a sword, he will definitely die?!!"

One of the kings and princes was shocked.

"The art of swordsmanship is like this, but things will turn back when extremes are the same. And in any desperate situation, there should be a glimmer of hope, and this sword is the same."

Qianqiu Wuhen said this, there was also a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Obviously, even the next sword cannot be seen through as a grandmaster.

"Then what power does his next sword have?"

Jin Penghou fought a cold war.

Experience tells him that the more powerful the secret technique, the greater the price it pays.

And how powerful is the secret technique that even puts life aside.

"The power? I can't estimate it, but it will definitely... very strong!!"

The extremely solemn Taoist for thousands of years without traces.

The three kings and princes couldn't help but fight a cold war.

And at this time, on the eighth level.

The death-lasting aura on Yang Fan slowly spread, and there was a dead silence wherever he reached.
To be continued...