More than Jiyi, Shoushan, more than Ruyi Immortal Palace.

Middle Earth.

Four poles.

When the ancestor Zhaixing concealed the secrets of heaven, every Taoist foundation was inducing and wondering, guessing, what was going on.

Until the sky falls, the secret of heaven becomes clear

"Southern Xinjiang!"

"Muyang Mountain!"

"The magic weapon is born! Daoji falls!"

Whether it was their own investigation or the message transmission, the crowd had already learned a rough understanding of the situation in Wuyang Mountain before the big star fell.

Hundreds of Qi training!

Nine Daoji!

This battle was over.

But among them, there are still people

"Formation."

"This formation has some reputation, and it is definitely not a hasty one. Is it a premeditation?"

With the help of the treasure trove mirror in the gate, Jiyi and the second ancestor of Shoushan saw the scene in Wuyang Mountain under the big star, and saw a formation rising.

In the middle, the Yin wind, evil energy, and flames are rushing, hundreds of Qi training are blocked and they dare not step beyond the line.

Even these two were a little surprised.

Among them, Master Jiyi saw at a glance that this formation was not a temporary intention, but must have been planned for a long time.

"Take an opportunity to kill someone?"

"Slaughter Daoji?"

"Who has this strategy?"

Master Shoushan was a little interested. He looked at Master Jiyi. The two of them had a secret movement of Zhoutian in the sect where they had accumulated momentum early in the morning, and suddenly activated Zhoutian under the guidance of the "Suoying Treasure Mirror"!

Move!

Two stars flashed through the sky, from southeast to northwest, and headed straight to Wuyang Mountain.

More than these two people.

In the world, whenever the Taoist foundation is sensed, most of them are also rushing to the southern border and Wuyang Mountain.

Daoji Falls.

The big star falls.

Formation in the mountains.

All these things have made the Taoist masters who are already at the peak of this world quite interested. At their level, there are not many things that can cause turmoil in their hearts, and each one is worth a look.

So, for a moment, many Taoist foundations rushed to the northwest of southern Xinjiang.

And at this time.

at this point.

A big star outside the sky was like a stream of fire, but it came first and bang!

Like the sky.

Like a collapse of the ground.

The heaven and earth are drowsy.

With a roar, the big star was fixed in the sky, like fire and prison, and it sealed the 430,000-mile Wuyang Mountain Realm.

You cannot enter or exit!

Among them

"Sad!"

Xuanyin Seven Evils Fire Flag Gate was the first to be hit, and it was almost broken with a shock.

Among the flag sect, forty people who have a little less cultivation and a little worse foundation in the cultivation of the qi are only bang when this big star descends!

He was shocked and bleeding from his seven orifices and died suddenly on the spot.

Then the big star kept putting pressure.

The power of sealing gradually increased.

The pressure on the Xuanyin Seven Evils Fire Flag Sect is getting stronger and stronger - bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Two hundred and forty masters practice Qi, and each immortal master, even if there is a formation that thinks it is a barrier, he cannot escape this disaster.

Such as fireworks.

It exploded and died.

forty.

sixty.

eighty.

The casualties continue to intensify and the speed is getting faster and faster.

It seemed that in just a moment, more than half of the casualties were killed or injured, and only more than a hundred qi training remained.

"Erlang."

"I'll help you!"

Aware of the crisis of the formation, a thirteen "Little Thunder Soul Banner of Three Thousands of Fire Fire" flew out of Meng Jian's sleeve. Zhao Xiaoshuang flew out of the banner, led the three thousand souls, wandered with the formation, and picked up the formation flag instead of the dead immortals, and continued to maintain the formation.

in this way-

One moment!

Two moments!

Three moments!

The Qi training in the formation is still decreasing, and the souls in the Soul-Respecting Banner are also constantly dying.

One hour later—

"Walker, Erlang." "Take one step ahead for my mother."

Zhao Xiaoshuang was scattered in fishing, her voice was erratic, and a thirteen "Little Thunder Sound Three Thousand Fires of the Soul Banner" bloomed in the air, causing endless evil spirits to supplement the "Xuanyin Seven Evils of Fire Flag Gate".

This formation rose up for a moment and shone back.

But Zhao Xiaoshuang and the "Little Thunder Soul Banner of Three Thousand Fires of Little Lightning" dissipated on the spot, without any world.

"mother-"

Meng Jian's eyebrows were open, and his eyes were emitting blood.

Meng Xingzhe's body was shining with golden light and his body swelled up.

Just about to fight for life.

But at this time

"Leave quickly!"

Meng Nan's voice came from his ears. The two brothers gritted their teeth, listened to a few more advice, and gritted their teeth, and left at the same time.

It's not just the two brothers.

All the immortals survived this formation and heard the teacher's voice.

There is hesitation.

Have hesitation.

Someone breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this time, after Meng Nan advised him, most of them left.

There were only a few seven people, with deep affection between master and apprentice and a stubborn mind, and they couldn't listen to the advice and remained persistent.

"Leave the green mountains.

"Dalang, Erlang and all the senior brothers and sisters are naturally green mountains, and their disciples are dull and willing to share life and death with their teachers!"

"I wish to die for the teacher!"
To be continued...