And the sudden appearance of the ink-colored Sword Thought caused his expression to change drastically, and he suddenly realized that Ning Fan in front of him might have condensed the Sword Sense and Sword Thought!

"This man actually broke through the sword formation, and even stole my sword energy... In this way, this is the only way I can compete with him! Sacrifice the thunder compass, clothe the thunder formation!"

The old scholar patted his storage bag and took out dozens of silver array disks again. He opened his hands, and one by one, the formation disks were strangely suspended in front of him. Under the urging of his spiritual thoughts, the formation disks were activated one after another, and one by one they were large Dan-level formations.

Silver formations appear one after another in the sky, like the Big Dipper connected in series!

In total, 7,749 thunder patterns!

This is the Ancient Thunder Sacrifice Formation!

This Thunder Sacrifice Formation Disk is actually the old Confucian’s trump card. When the Thunder Sacrifice Formation is completed and thousands of thunders fall, even the early Yuanying monks can kill with one strike. As for the giant in front of him, even if he does not die, he will.

Seriously injured!

As soon as this formation came out, the monks watching from a distance changed their expressions upon hearing the news, and immediately fled further away!

If the Thunder Sacrifice Formation is activated, any area within a radius of 200 miles may be reduced to rubble by thunder!

"Song Lao! This thing is used to deal with the demonic tide, don't touch it lightly!" In the distance, the beautiful woman's pretty face changed color when she saw the old scholar moving the formation plate.

"It doesn't matter, this formation has been completed, there will be absolutely no mistakes, and the formation disk cannot be damaged at all. If I use it a little to shock this person, the 'respectful elders' will definitely not blame me... The only pity is that I am present

The monks of Yuanjue Valley who are under the golden elixir will all die in the thunder formation, but they can only melt spirits and open veins, which is more or less in the rain world, which is useless!"

At this moment, the old scholar only saw Ning Fan, and there was nothing else to do.

All because Ning Fan gave him too much pressure!

At this moment, a cold light flashed in the giant's eyes.

Ancient Thunder Sacrifice Formation... Legend has it that this formation contains the lost magical power of ancient gods and demons - the Thunder Sacrifice Technique. The specifics are unknown.

This formation uses seven as the honor, formation 1 as the spirit, formation 7 as the elixir, formation 49 as the infant, formation 343 as the ultimate, formation 2401 as the mortal, and formation 16807 as the immortal! Hopefully, the higher you go, the harder it will be to set up the formation.

…

The old scholar used 49 formations to attack the enemy, and his formation skills were extraordinary! However, his character was too indifferent.

Once this formation is opened, the 200-mile boundary will be submerged by the sea of ​​thunder! Many disciples of Yuanjue Valley may not be able to escape the thunder!

The birth and death of Yuanjue Valley has nothing to do with Ning Fan, but at any rate, he obtained the immortal jade from this valley, and this valley eventually formed a cause and effect.

"You passed!"

The giant's eyes are full of coldness!

The thunder star between his brows flashes continuously!

Its voice sounded like thunder, and in the clear sky, there was thunder!

One way, ten ways, a hundred ways, a thousand ways, ten thousand ways!

In this thunderous sky, the thunder array laid out by the old Confucian, although mysterious, is insignificant in terms of the power of thunder!

And when his eyes fell on the silver star between Ning Fan's brows, he suddenly felt frightened.

"God Star! You are the Ancient Divine Vein!"

"roll!"

The giant roared angrily, and its voice seemed to merge with the thunder from the sky. The voice immediately raised a special meaning, like a thunder that exploded in the hearts of the old scholar, the beautiful woman, and all the monks who were watching!

It's just like the ancient monks' great magical powers, which follow their words!

Under this roar, the Thunder Sacrifice Formation was shattered!

The 49 silver array disks were shattered one after another!

As for the old Confucian, his mind was connected to the formation disk. When the formation disk was broken, he was immediately seriously injured and vomited blood. Without ten years of hard training, he would never be able to return to the realm!

roll!

One word, under the power of God, caused the old scholar to feel a sense of humiliation only when facing the old monster who transformed into a god, and his whole body began to tremble involuntarily when he faced Ning Fan.

Ning Fan told him to get out, let the old Confucian who was a dignified Nascent Soul cultivator get out.

But the old Confucian suddenly had an illusion. If he didn't leave today, he would die here!

And when the old scholar saw Ning Fan taking out a blood-colored jade slip in his palm, the feeling was infinitely magnified in his heart!

From the jade slip, a raging murderous intent came out, that murderous intent was enough to easily tear the old Confucian into pieces!

"Fellow Taoist Zhou Ming, show mercy! I get out of here right now, get out right now! Taoist friend Liu, let's go, let's go quickly!"

At this moment, the old Confucian no longer had the arrogance of raising an army to accuse him before, and he only had the thought of leaving quickly.

This Zhou Ming, no matter who he is or what he did in Wei, has nothing to do with him. In fact, he never wants to have anything to do with Zhou Ming in his whole life.

Without him, this Zhou Ming, in the eyes of the old Confucian, would be simply...unfathomable!

And in his mind, he had a guess about Zhou Ming's identity. Although it was wrong and biased, this guess made him, as the envoy of the Rain Palace, unable to resist the latter at all.

Under the incredulous gazes of all the monks, the two Rain Palace envoys hurried away in great embarrassment...

As for Zhou Ming of Wei State, after this battle, no ordinary Nascent Soul dared to look down upon him!

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The two rays of light fled with their lives. It was not until a few days later, tens of thousands of miles away from Yuanjue Valley, that the old scholar seemed to relax and slowed down the rays of light.

"Mr. Song, are we leaving like this?" On the top of the mountain, the beautiful woman regained her power and asked.

"If you don't leave like this, why don't you stay in Yuanjue Valley and die?" Song Yi said angrily, still slightly frightened when he thought of Ning Fan's methods.

"Death? Although Mr. Song was injured that Zhou Ming and suffered a slight loss, he is not dead yet. We Yuanying monks have endless ways to save their lives. Even if the physical body is destroyed, the Yuanying can escape. No matter how powerful Zhou Ming is,

He may not be able to kill us, and our status is respected as the envoy of the Rain Palace God. Even if he can kill, he will never dare to kill..." The beautiful woman said disapprovingly. She asked herself that she was not Ning Fan's opponent, but the Rain Palace God

Although her status as an envoy made her feel that she was superior to Ning Fan.

"He can't be killed! His methods are weird and unpredictable. The technique for which I am famous, the formation of four swords, was broken by a sweep of his sword thoughts. I used the thunder sacrifice formation to trap him, but he actually used the method of controlling thunder.

, broke the formation... And in the end, the jade slip he took out, if I read it correctly, contained the full blow of the monk who transformed into gods... Not to mention, I, even a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, if he is hit by the attack, he will die...

!”

The old Confucian still had lingering fears, but he immediately revealed the biggest and wrong guess in his mind.

"If I'm not mistaken, this Zhou Ming may be the descendant of that lord...that lord also has the same surname of Zhou..."

"Who?" The beautiful woman was slightly strange.

"That ruthless man who was born in the Rain Palace and died in the Endless Sea. Even His Majesty the God Emperor is afraid of him... That person's divine vein of thunder condenses the God of Thunder Star and controls the thunder... He has the art of sacrificing thunder and is invincible at the same level.

He once fought to a draw with the three emperors of the Sword Realm with the strength of one person... According to legend, ten thousand years ago... Sui Xu was the first person in the Rain Realm!"

"What! Mr. Song said that this person is a descendant of the 'Buzhou Thunder Emperor'!"

"Shh... don't talk nonsense about this matter. You can't talk about it... In short, this matter has nothing to do with us. We are just the little envoys of the Rain Palace. Don't get involved in this kind of dispute..."

Song Yi had lingering fears and began to fear Ning Fan's methods, strength, and even his 'identity'.

Although this identity is simply accidental, Ning Fan's alias is 'Zhou Ming'. That Zhou is just a name picked up in the Demonic Forest and has nothing to do with the so-called 'Buzhou Thunder Emperor'...

But Song Yi, I am afraid that he will never dare to see Ning Fan again for the rest of his life, for fear that... it will be too terrible...
Chapter completed!