The green light of the magic trapped array had compressed to a size of about twenty meters in the middle.

Although the magical power realms in the main formation outside were exhausted, each of them was energetic at this time, and they were much more excited than the previous two days.

Especially the magical powers of the Potian Alliance swept away their fatigue and were excitedly waiting for the demon to be further weakened; perhaps, as long as you persist for another day and a half, the leader will be able to escape safely.

Lin Zongfeng retreated from the eye of the formation and fell on the roof, his feet even softened slightly.

"Master Lin, you don't have to go to the next round, you have a good rest!" The deacon of the garrison next to him came forward to deliver the pills and said respectfully.

"No need to rest. I can go into battle again in just two hours!" Lin Zongfeng waved his hand vigorously, pushing the other party's kindness. His grandson was still trapped in the formation, where can he rest? As long as he persists for a while, he can get out of his grandson. How can he rest with peace of mind!

Seeing Lin Zongfeng's decision as such, the deacon who guarded the palace could only bow and retreat.

Looking at the old figure, sitting down with difficulty and starting to regulate his breathing, the deacon showed a hint of admiration on his face; the head of the Lin family, who was weak and weak in all the magical power realms, should be considered the weakest, but after participating in the rotation of the formation, the head of the Lin family has never fallen behind anyone at all.

Although this is related to his grandson being in the Demon-Siege formation, it is still worthy of respect; after all, this kind of consumption cannot be borne by ordinary people. Even the magical powers in the mansion will be extremely hard to do after one round, let alone this one.

Thinking of this, the deacon couldn't help but look up at the rooftop opposite the building. At the top of the demon trapping array, the tall figure had been sitting for three days.

Other magical powers will basically be rotated once in one or two hours, but only the Lord of the Palace, who presides over the entire formation, has no rest or rotation for three days and three nights.

"The Lord of the Palace is worthy of being the guard of my subordinates. Such strength is unparalleled!" Looking at the figure, the deacon's eyes became more and more intense.

In the trapped demon formation, the demon spoke dryly, but Fang Xiaonan, who was sitting cross-legged in the middle, seemed to be unmoved.

Looking at the figure sitting cross-legged and still as steady as Mount Tai, the demon finally got angry and howled, saying, "This is my last chance. Since that's the case, then die!"

With the angrily howling of the demon, the black fog, which was originally dozens of meters wide, suddenly suddenly collapsed into the middle.

It was like a thick ink that suddenly pressed towards Fang Xiaonan from all around, and at the same time, the already quite faint magic sound suddenly increased several times, even more intense than at the beginning.

Fang Xiaonan, who had been sitting down, opened his eyes suddenly and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Finally I couldn't help but fight to the death.

But at this time, it was already late... I waited for so long and finally waited until now.

His hands suddenly closed, and a flash of electric flowers as thick as his arms rushed out between the hands, and then turned into a power grid to wrap Fang Xiaonan in it.

The black fog collided with the power grid, and the subtle electric flowers and black fog evaporated from time to time, but at this time neither side planned to retreat.

The demon must solve this human race that has been entangled with it before he has the chance to escape unstoppable; no matter what formation outside suppresses it, as long as it solves the entire confidant problem, it has the confidence to escape.

And Xiaonan must also wipe out the demon to the extreme, leaving only the core soul of the demon to make up for the one soul and two spirits that Xiaobei lacks.

So, finally, both sides were doing their best to carry out this final battle.

But the demon was a little extremely upset. If he had to fight first, he would have at least 60% of his winning rate, but it was hard to say now.

But there is no way, I can only fight. The human race in front of me is too cunning. If I don’t fight, I’m afraid I will have no hope of running away.

I just regret that this guy is so stubborn, and he is even more stubborn in the pit, smelly and hard!

As the body of the demon suddenly shrinks, the magical powers and spiritual realm who presided over the formation outside were stunned. What's going on?

But no matter what, the contraction of the demon does not seem like a bad thing, and the trapped demon formation does not react slowly. The Yang, who was the top leader in the entire formation, immediately reacted and activated the formation to start compressing towards the middle.

The smaller the range of this magic trapping array, the greater the power!

Amid a burst of exclamations, Lin Zongfeng, who was regulating his breathing, opened his eyes in surprise, turned his head to look at the demon trapping formation over there.

Looking at this scene, I suddenly jumped up and stared at it with wide eyes, a little confused.

The other masters of various sects who were resting and resting were also surprised and looked at the formation nervously.

"This Heavenly Demon Golem is going to fight Xiao Nan for life!"

Zhao Gongping stood at the edge of the roof, looking at the blue light of the magic trapped array that was shrinking rapidly over there, and the black fog that was only a few meters inside, with a serious expression.

However, it is obvious that Yang, who supported the formation, seemed to understand that on this day, the devil trapping formation was shrinking with all its might and pressing towards the black fog in the middle.

Although the Demon-Sleeping Array mainly plays the role of Demon-Sleeping, the green lamp has the effect of refining demons. It can at least reduce the pressure on the Demon-Sleeping inside and outside.

When the owner of the seventh floor, Mr. Hu and others arrived here, they saw this scene.

"Huh! Is this?" Mr. Hu was stunned when he looked at this scene.

The seventh floor owner next to him changed his expression slightly and said in surprise: "This imitation of Xiaonan is indeed amazing, and he actually forced the demon to this point!"

"You mean?" Mr. Hu hesitated for a moment and said, "There is a decisive battle here?"

"Yes... the result will be achieved within one stick of incense!" The owner of the seventh floor nodded slowly, suddenly separated his thumbs and other fingers, gently closed his chest, and formed a triangle-shaped gesture with the ten fingers of his palms.

And in the triangle between the palms and fingers, a small tower about inch high appeared quietly.

As the small tower emerged, the figure of the owner of the seventh floor gradually faded, and then completely disappeared, as if he had merged into the air like this.

It is not surprising that Mr. Hu and others next to him. The semi-saint's methods are naturally beyond the reach of ordinary people; but it is obvious that the owner of the seventh floor should have already gone to the formation to make corresponding defenses. Once Xiaonan fails and the guard's house fails, the owner of the building will annihilate the demon with a thunderous force!

"Spit!"

The electric flower kept flickering, and the black fog continued to dissipate. Gradually, the black fog was only two or three meters in size, barely wrapped the imitation Xiaonan and the blood-colored cocoon in it.

The power grid wrapped around Xiaonan was obviously thinned; the figure sitting in the middle was even more shocked and shaking, with a completely pale face without a trace of blood.

Only those eyes are still firm, without any fear or weakness, only calmness and resoluteness!

"I will definitely win!"

The green light of the trapped array also shrank to a few meters in size, and it was pressed against the black fog again; the spiritual realms of the auxiliary array had retreated at this moment, and only a few magical powers were left to occupy their array eyes, squeezing together to cooperate with the formation to suppress them.

As the handprints in Yang's hand changed at the top, the light of the green lamp gradually became fierce. It was no longer just suppressing, but with countless open auras, beginning to penetrate and destroy the black fog!
Chapter completed!