Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 754: Siege

"Boom..."

The earth shakes and the mountains shake.

I don't know when, inside the towering rocks around the basin, a sword formation has been set up in advance, and the rocks are broken, and the giant sword breaks out of the rocks.

The seven giant swords have different colors.

The red Tianshu giant sword is about a hundred feet high, and its sword light is astounding, like a giant pillar supporting the sky; the orange Tianxuan is like a swirling halo, spreading out, mysterious and unusual; the yellow Tianji contains infinite mysteries, It's hard to move your eyes just by taking a look at it; Tianquan is green, and the sword light is not big, but it spreads in all directions, locking in the vitality of all things; the cyan Yuheng sword is like a straight vertical line, connecting the sky and the earth; the Kaiyang sword Alternating white and blue, the sword intent is astonishing, and layers of invisible sword energy surge back and forth like waves; the purple Yaoguang sword is the most magical, seemingly present but not present, seemingly absent, elusive.

Beidou Seven Killing Sword Formation!

Known as the most killed by Taiyizong!

As the number one master of Beidou Palace, Fengling Xiangu has not advanced to the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but her strength is comparable to that of Suzerain Xue Zhenren.

especially.

The seven swords in her hands are the treasures of the Beidou Palace. The seven swords are combined, and they are probably not far from the rumored spiritual weapon.

"Decree!"

"kill!"

With a low shout, the seven swords are generous and magnificent.

The huge basin, with a radius of hundreds of miles, was shrouded in sword arrays, and the sword lights of the Big Dipper Seven Swords interspersed with it, wiping away the strength of the ghosts inside all the time.

In just a split second, thousands of times of sword light blasted on Wang Huang who was still roaring.

The sword qi was soaring wildly and recklessly. Even Wang Huangxiu, who had a high level of skill and showed a ghost body of a hundred feet, was cut and stumbled, his body covered in cuts and bruises.

And in Moqiu's 'eyes'.

Together with the sword array, the void is pulled into the present world from an imperceptible state, and all the transcendent characteristics are gone.

Time and space shifted and was completely imprisoned.

That is.

Unless the Big Dipper Seven Kills Sword Formation is broken, there is no way to escape!

Even the ability of Baipi Saber to cut through the void is useless in this sword formation.

"Roar!"

The roar interrupted Mo Qiu's observation.

Wang Huang, who was in the middle of the sword array, looked up to the sky and screamed, the golden clothes on his body trembled in the wind, and countless golden threads floated out from it.

The golden thread is soft, but it can easily cut through the incoming sword energy and sword light, but in the blink of an eye, it has firmly guarded him.

Fairy Fengling's Big Dipper Seven Kills Sword Formation is indeed amazing, but her own cultivation is far inferior to Wang Huang's, and the environment of the underworld also suppresses the power of the sword formation.

In the beginning, it was able to trap the opponent for a moment, but now it can only be used as a support.

If you really want to kill the enemy, you have to rely on other people.

"Do it!"

In the low voice, Mo Qiu had already rushed into the sword array one step ahead, the blood in his body was spinning rapidly, and the body of Yan Luo suddenly appeared.

"Boom..."

The body of Baizhang was rampaging at an astonishing speed, and the huge Baipi Saber wrapped in terrifying power, spinning and cutting towards the gold thread in front.

When the knife fell, the void seemed to be distorted.

"Zi..."

The gold thread shattered, and a big black hand protruded from it, and pointed at the Baipi knife.

Yan Moshou!

After so many years of evolution, martial arts in the underworld have already reached a certain extreme, and the ancestral temple is the place where the top masters of the Kingdom of Shang are most concentrated.

When it comes to martial arts attainments, Wang Huang is naturally extraordinary.

Mo Qiu had seen him fight with Yong Xuetian Ghost before, and his palms were superb, now that he experienced it personally, he can better understand the horror involved.

The five fingers are like a mountain, covering everything, and the saber can't help but throw it towards the palm.

perception.

Wang Huang's face showed shock and anger, his eyes were full of anger, and his murderous intent was soaring into the sky.

Now, how could he not know that he had fallen into someone else's trap, and that Qin Qingrong's sword had indeed hurt him.

Being seriously injured and being besieged here again, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get well today.

That being the case, there is only one fight.

so,

As soon as he made a move, Wang Huang went all out, ready to take down Mo Qiuliwei first.

With his own strength in the late stage of the ghost king, he tried his best to push Yan Moshou, even in the early stage of Yuanying, he might not be able to bear the aftermath of his palm.

Although Mo Qiu is strong, he should not be able to resist.

"when……"

The sound of the collision brought sparks flying, reflecting the different expressions of each person and ghost.

Mo Qiu's eyes were cold, his pupils were dark, and his expression was indifferent, unchanged from before; while Wang Huang's eyes shrank, his face showed astonishment and disbelief.

Obviously there is such a big difference in cultivation...

Collision, even indistinguishable?

"Shua!"

The Baipi knife broke free from Yan Mo's grasp, the light of the knife was as delicate as a dragon, its body rotated like an arc, and the sharp light of the knife cut down like a crescent moon again.

With the body protection rune of heavenly soldiers and the body protection of King Ming, although Mo Qiu's strength is insufficient, his defense is not much worse than the opponent.

And the Ksitigarbha Original Wishing Sword and the sword technique blessed by Shifang Shajie also gave him the capital to fight against the strong with the weak.

At least.

In a short time, it will not be defeated.

After all, Wang Huang was seriously injured and had to be suppressed by the Big Dipper Sword Formation, so the fight still couldn't be a tie, and there was no need to set up the situation today.

"Ding ding... Dangdang..."

The gloves on Wang Huang's hands were obviously extraordinary, and they did not hurt at all against the slashing of the Hundred Swords, not even a mark.

Flipping the palm, the void sometimes collapses and sometimes expands, and the sword light and sword energy attacking around him are easily swept away by it.

Don't ask the imperial envoy to use a hundred knives, the knives are blazing, and no one is there, only the colorful knives are constantly colliding with the shadows of the palms.

"puff!"

Wang Huang's eyes contracted, a white bone suddenly popped out of his chest, the bone was shattered, and a pale mysterious light also shot out.

Bone Killing Curse!

at the same time.

A picture scroll emerged in the back of Mo Qiu's mind. In the picture scroll, the eighteen layers of hell appeared back and forth, and finally landed in a palace.

Inside the palace, an illusory statue of a god sits upright.

The statue opened its eyes at the right time and looked at Wang Huang.

All the power contained in the map of hell is integrated into the eyes of the statue, turning into a thunderbolt of divine sense that is difficult to discern with the naked eye, until it blasts towards the opponent.

Shout out to Zhen Lei!

"boom!"

"Crack..."

Mo Qiu and Wang Huang retreated at the same time.

The heavenly soldier runes on Mo Qiu's body trembled wildly, the chest of King Ming's armor was also sunken inward, and countless bones in his body were broken.

Wang Huang also felt bad.

The map of hell in the fourth level, fully urging Chi Nian Zhenlei, even the existence of the ghost king in the later stage, will be fascinated by it for a while.

"Crazy!"

The sky began to cry out.

The cry was loud and transparent, and it spread thousands of miles in an instant.

But I don't know when, a three-legged Golden Crow appeared in the void, and the Golden Crow spread its wings for a hundred feet, and when its wings closed, it turned into a blazing flame and rushed straight to the top of Wang Huang's head.

Pure Yang Palace, Cai Zhenren.

The fourth level is Golden Crow True Fire Jue!

Cai Zhenren, who has accumulated a lot of money, broke through four barriers in just one year after receiving the inheritance left by the ancestors.

The power was so strong that Wang Huang's ghost body began to tear and shriveled instantly.

Different from Moqiu's Extreme Yin True Fire, the Golden Crow True Fire abandoned other characteristics of the flame, leaving only the high temperature.

Monotonous, but also represents the ultimate.

at the same time.

A pale bone club appeared behind Wang Huang, and the horse-faced ghost king was also hiding nearby, and saw it with a grim smile and swung the stick out.

"Peng!"

His stick looks inconspicuous.

But the strange thing is that the ghost body, which was baked by the Golden Crow's real fire without cracking, instantly fell apart, almost like a patchwork of ceramics.

In an instant, Wang Huang was hit hard.

Mo Qiu narrowed his eyes.

It is rumored that the inheritance of the horse-faced ghost king is extremely good, and it seems to involve a certain ancient power. Looking at it now, I am afraid that there is a reason.

"ah!"

Wang Huang was repeatedly frustrated, and couldn't help roaring in pain, the breath in his body instantly surged like a volcanic eruption, and even enveloped his surroundings.

The golden crow and the horse face all stood still on the spot.

On the contrary, Wang Huang, who was seriously injured, was able to move, and he opened his hands to hold a person and a ghost.

By!

Mo Qiu raised his eyes, and before he had time to think, he charged forward again, and two saber lights, one black and one gold, slashed towards the vicinity of Jinwu.

Ksitigarbha's original wish sword, killing the world in the ten directions.

As for the horse-faced ghost king...

Of course he couldn't care less.

Sure enough, under the threat of the saber light, Wang Huang's big hand that was originally holding Jinwu shrank suddenly, and then he closed his hands together, tightly hugging the horse's face beside him.

"save……"

"Peng!"

The cry for help stopped abruptly.

The horse-faced ghost Wang Shengsheng, who had no time to escape, was torn apart by Wang Huang, and even opened his mouth wide, frantically devouring the yin energy on his body.

And nourished by the yin energy of the horse's face, Wang Huang's ghost body, which was on the verge of collapse, showed faint signs of healing.

"senior!"

Mo Qiu's face turned cold, and he hurriedly yelled:

"Not yet!"

He has gone all out on his side, but he can't really defeat the other party. On the contrary, several people are about to encounter danger.

"No hurry, no hurry." Yong Xuetian ghost's slow voice came right after, and a huge ghost body also appeared in the sword array:

"Today, the Palace Master Wang is doomed!"

talking.

Zhao Wang Huang nodded and signaled:

"Hallmaster Wang, we meet again."

"It's you!" Wang Huang's body froze, his eyes fixed on Yongxue Tiangui, and his eyes turned, sweeping over Mo Qiu and others one by one:

"It's you!"