"The formation is open!"

Ruzang was overjoyed and left the two people entangled with him aside.

The Buddha's light flourished all around.

Plunge headlong into the turbid barrier.

The monk in black was quite embarrassed.

Although he is a disciple of Buddhism, the time spent on Jin Yi is too short.

As long as he is powerful, he will come to the backbone battlefield, which makes him envious of Yu Shen for being able to sit in the army, command the giant ships, and gallop on the battlefield of Luoyuan.

What he didn't know was that Yu Shen was almost going crazy with envy.

The Luoyuan battlefield is certainly safer, but how can it compare to the Dao Lord battle?

The black-clothed monk who broke into the formation saw the divine peaks in the distant sky that were like Mount Tai in ancient times, opening up the world of chaos.

Countless immortal lights responded.

Surrounded by Tao breath.

Eighteen layers of divine radiance spread across the sky.

There is a vast expanse of auspicious light, and there is a frenzy of weapons and armor.

Respond from all directions.

It's like opening up ancient legends and mobilizing the soldiers and horses of the Divine Court in the Eastern Wasteland.

The Lord of the Underworld is sitting on a high platform in a chariot.

The three flowers on top echo each other.

The five qi circulate in the chest.

"The master of the palace, Dao Jin Sanhua, has become the Dao Lord?"

"Could it be that you are hiding your cultivation!"

The Taoist Lords of the Underworld who entered the formation were surprised and delighted.

The great banner of the Chinese army holds up the heaven and the earth, and Wu Rong, sitting on the golden lantern, is the best banner of the underworld.

"The deadline!"

"Transformation!"

Twist the trick and cast it again.

The magic of Wu Rong's seal that serves as the formation's eye changes.

The left hand holds the Book of Life and Death, the right palm holds the Seal of the Ghost King, and the Platform of Reincarnation appears vaguely in the eternal blue sky.

As his spell fell, the Dutian Ghost King's Killing Formation completely covered the Tianyuan front line bordering the Demonic Abyss and the Eastern Wasteland.

"retreat!"

Taoist kings from all the major sects and clans used their spells one after another.

On the one hand, they are watching the battle, but on the other hand, they do not want to get involved in the war between heaven and earth between the underworld and the Demonic Abyss, and at the same time, they want to avoid the war between heaven and earth from spreading to the Eastern Wasteland.

Seeing that the Lord of the Underworld was trying his best, even with such a killing array, how could he continue to get closer.

Several major Sanhua sects closest to Tianyuan used their magical powers to protect their descendants.

Shengsheng moved the original garrison in the Eastern Wasteland hundreds of millions of miles away.

The Great Master of Three Flowers sternly scolded: "No one is allowed to step into the foggy abyss."

Even if the elders don't tell them, they won't go.

At first glance, this formation seems to be completely embedded in the sky and the earth, dyeing the entire starry sky black.

They are tired of living and are now going deep into the killing array.

…

"The wind is coming!"

"The fog is coming!"

Calling for the wind and fog.

The endless abyss is filled with fog.

…

The Demonic Abyss has always been shrouded in a shadow. It was a barren and harsh land, so the creatures of the Demonic Abyss began to continuously fight and plunder. This is how the Tianyuan Front appeared.

Different from ordinary battle lines, the mystery of the Eastern Wilderness carries with it the aura of wilderness, which adds a lot of brightness and fire to the Tianyuan.

now.

No more bright light and heat.

Even the bloody smell of killing is diluted a lot.

Unlike the huge ship that blocks the sun, now there is a thick fog that is so gloomy that it drips water.

Unlike the demonic energy that was deeply embedded in their bodies, these mists seemed to be one body.

Even the magical power is like holding a candle and part of it recedes, only to be replenished by others in an instant.

Until the flame of the candle gradually extinguished and melted into the fog.

The monk wearing battle armor suddenly discovered that the creature from the Demonic Abyss fighting alongside him had disappeared.

The whole world was eerily silent.

The giant ship's mysterious magic light was gone, like the protective formation crystal shield of the big star in the sky being swallowed up by the mist. There were sounds of fighting, shouting, the commander's spiritual consciousness covering it, and the giant ship's aura link...

It was as if everything had abandoned him.

cut.

rush.

kill.

The remaining limbs and broken arms of the battle array fell to the ground, and their skulls and internal organs were trampled to pieces by iron boots.

The earth on earth has become a purgatory,

Even the pain in his body could no longer stimulate him.

No matter male or female, old or young.

All races of creatures, alien monks.

Those who are named in the long scroll of military books will walk on the soul flags.

Tick ​​tock.

Tick ​​tock.

Blood was flowing, and the demonic soil beneath his feet greedily absorbed his blood.

The Tianyuan front has become a plateau that exterminates all living beings.

Phew!

A black sword tore open his chest and dragged him into the fog.

He only saw a pair of scarlet eyes.

The Immortal Diagram of the Suicide Formation was fully unfolded, and the hundreds of millions of monks in the underworld instantly calmed down. It was not that the blood in their hearts was no longer burning, but that they found that the original restrictions placed on them by heaven and earth seemed to be further disappearing.

The entire Tianyuan front has completely become a cloudy sky-like existence.

Even be kinder to them.

No matter how weak their cultivation is, they can still vaguely see the Tianzhu peaks that hold up the sky, which is the call of the underworld.

Fighting ghosts and driving away gods.

Artificial cloudy weather!

"Siege the city and capture the territory!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The Yinmen of the underworld are completely red-eyed. They are like the Yin soldiers integrated into the formation, gaining the favor of Yintian.

As they plundered more and more land, the divine light on their bodies became stronger and stronger. The steady influx of power urged them to charge, like hungry locusts frantically trying to wipe out everything.

Rays of true spirit light flew towards the soul-inducing flag like fireflies in the darkness.

They were not afraid of the death of their comrades beside them.
To be continued...