Qingyuan Immortal Palace

"Ah...ah..." Holy Ancestor Fulang seemed to have transformed into a Splatoon, vomiting blood crazily.

"As expected of the Saint Ancestor in the Void Refining Stage, he can vomit blood for such a long time..." A monk praised shamelessly.

These flattering flattery finally made Saint Ancestor Fulang unable to bear it anymore.

Holy Ancestor Fulang waved his hand angrily, and directly slapped these flatterers flying out of the hall.

"What's going on? What kind of power can actually hurt me from a distance!" Saint Ancestor Fulang was extremely horrified.

He hasn't been injured in many years since he advanced to the realm of void refining.

Saint Ancestor Fulang was very depressed at this time, and his mouth seemed to have turned into Gatling.

Almost every time I open my mouth, I squirt once.

He was so frightened that he could hardly speak.

At this time, Saint Ancestor Fulang felt that the depths of his soul began to vibrate.

He could only send a message and ask his two disciples, Venerable Thunder Shredder and Venerable Shattering Lightning, to guard his side.

When his two apprentices stepped forward to protect him.

"Ah poof..."

In an instant, the two famous people beside the Saint Ancestors, Thunder Thunder and Shaodian, were sprayed all over their heads. This time, they became "big celebrities" instantly.

Tearing Thunder and Shattering Lightning became extremely depressed.

Many people at the scene saw this funny scene and almost relied on their true energy to hold themselves back from laughing.

Afterwards, Saint Ancestor Fulang's face became extremely solemn. He immediately stepped through the void, activated a series of spatial magical powers, wrapped his disciples in tearing thunder and shattering electricity, and instantly moved the space and began to escape hastily.

"Saint Ancestor Fulang actually...escaped?" Luo Wuji, the emperor of the Huanglong Dynasty, was confused this time.

The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty were even more horrified. Many people were still opening their mouths, trying to come up with some beautiful words to praise Saint Ancestor Fulang. At this time, their expressions all froze, like wax statues.

"No...it can't be..."

"The blood the Holy Ancestor just spurted was not a magical power, but... was he injured?"

"I...I thought the Holy Ancestor was spouting blood to cheer up..."

"What should I do? What is the strength of the person who can hurt the Holy Ancestor?"

"terrible!"

For a time, everyone in the Huanglong Dynasty fell into chaos.

On the other side, the Tianyuan Dynasty.

Green mountains, green palace.

At this time, Fang Yang and the others kept mobilizing the formation, and used the imitation Nailhead Seven Arrows Book to continuously attack the divided souls of Saint Ancestor Fulang.

Within the formation, the magic light was dense and terrifying. Venerable Po Feng on the side was even more frightened at this time. He was still aggrieved when Fang Yang controlled him at first, but the current scene also shocked him greatly. At this moment, his awe of Fang Yang was no less than his awe of the Holy Ancestor.

Not to mention the layers of restrictions placed on him by Fang Yang. It can be said that he has sincerely attached himself to Fang Yang and does not dare to have second thoughts.

At this time, demonic energy was flying all over the sky, and the terrifying power of the curse had taken hold, and a smile appeared on He Dong's face.

He will control the soul control bottle and send out a terrifying suction force. In an instant, the suction force will completely absorb the demonic energy in the sky and the 1,200 formation flags of the Heavenly Punishment and Earth Destruction Formation into the soul control bottle.

"In this way, the soul of Saint Ancestor Fulang is imprisoned in the soul-controlling bottle, and the power of curse can be unleashed on his body at any time! In this way, he can be greatly restrained!" He Dong said.

"It's a pity that the array we refined is still too weak. If we could use the immortal weapon to form the array, we could probably directly curse the body of Saint Ancestor Fulang to death and destroy his soul!" He Dong shook his head.

Fang Yang smiled and said: "Even so, it can already exert a good effect!"

"Report..." Just when Fang Yang and the others had just closed their formation, a monk in a red cloak quickly approached Ningcui Palace from the sky.

At this time, Mu Hongyun's expression changed, because the person who came was a confidant of his "Hongyun Army".

"This man's name is Zhao Qianshan, and he is one of my generals. He was originally ordered to guard the outskirts of Tianyuan Star. Why did he come back directly? Could it be that there has been a change in the front line." Mu Hongyun's face looked uncertain at this time.

Then Fang Yang waved his hand, and the mountain guarding formation was opened, and then Zhao Qianshan quickly flew over and landed on the square.

Zhao Qianshan immediately bowed down and said, "Zhao Qianshan pays homage to Prince Hongyun, Princess Qingqing, and the Prince Consort of the Kingdom!"

"What happened? Why did you leave the place where you were guarding? If you delay the opportunity to fight, our military law will not forgive you!" Mu Hongyun said angrily.

You know, when Luo Rubin dared to go deep into the Tianyuan Dynasty alone, firstly because he thought that he was so powerful that no one on Tianyuan Star could keep him. In addition, the army he led was also stationed near Tianyuan Star, so that the entire Tianyuan Dynasty did not dare to move without permission. .

"Your Highness, the Huanglong Dynasty has withdrawn its troops!" Zhao Qianshan said with a joyful look on his face. "More than twenty days after Your Highness set up the formation, the Huanglong Dynasty began to have a morale chaos, and finally withdrew its troops recently. In order to prevent fraud, I sent a few It took ten scouts to confirm the news," Zhao Qianshan said respectfully.

"After I got the news, I immediately sent back the news and sent several troops to hunt down the escaping Huanglong Army!" Zhao Qianshan said.

"What reasons can be found?" Mu Hongyun also showed a look of surprise at this time.

"We captured some prisoners and learned from the officers among them that the Holy Ancestor Fulang, whom the Huanglong Dynasty was attached to, was inexplicably seriously injured and had to retreat, causing the entire Huanglong Army to be in chaos!"

When Fang Yang heard this, his expression changed, and he immediately took out a black jade slip.

This object is the connection between him and undercover Xuan Yi. After a while, a message came from the jade slip.

On that day, the situation of Saint Ancestor Fulang performing a blood-spraying performance in the main hall has been leaked by some nobles of the Huanglong Dynasty.

Xuan Yi is now a general, so he has a lot of connections in the dynasty, so he also got a general idea of ​​the situation.

"Saint Ancestor Fulang was seriously injured this time, and has returned to his star field to practice in seclusion."

"But not long after, his two disciples returned to the Huanglong Dynasty to stabilize the court!" Fang Yang quickly told the news provided by Xuan Yi.

"It seems that this time our Heaven Punishment and Earth Destruction Formation has achieved miraculous results! It has achieved victory without fighting." The ancestor of the Mu family, Mu Wanyan, finally smiled.

As the ancestor with the highest cultivation level in the Mu family royal family, she values ​​the family more than her own life. This time against the Saint Ancestor, the entire family, and even the national destiny of the Tianyuan Dynasty, has been gambled, so she can't help but feel anxious.

Although Fang Yang's strength impressed her, she had no idea whether she could deal with Saint Ancestor Fulang, who had been famous for many years.

At this time, after everyone worked together to arrange the Heaven Punishment and Earth Destruction Formation, it finally achieved miraculous results and solved the crisis of the Huanglong Dynasty's army pressing in, which made her feel relieved.

When everyone knew that Saint Fulang was seriously injured and the army of the Huanglong Dynasty was in disarray, more than a thousand elite soldiers who participated in the battle formation couldn't help but cheer.

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