Supreme Martial God Technique

Time passed by for nearly a quarter of an hour.

That strenuous feeling once again made it increasingly difficult for Xiao Jin to survive.

Moreover, this time it was no longer just the lack of spiritual energy, but also the mental strength, including the weakness.

In fact, Xiao Jin already felt like he was about to faint.

The so-called mental power is his consciousness. Excessive loss will damage the brain, and it is not surprising that the result will be fainting.

And it was precisely because Xiao Jin knew this that his face became increasingly ugly.

He even couldn't understand more and more what Wu Yun was doing.

If it's to break the formation, shouldn't we look for the formation's eye in the formation to break the formation?

This is a common method for breaking formations, and even a layman like him who doesn't understand formations knows it.

But Wu Yun just sat there for nearly an hour, not to mention moving, not even opening his eyes.

If it weren't for Wu Yun's absolute trust, I'm afraid even Xiao Jin would have questioned it at this moment.

In fact, Wu Yun is not making any progress at this moment.

He has begun to figure out how to condense the source of murderous aura from the outside world, but there always seems to be a barrier between them.

It seems that I can already see the other side, and I can already see the doorway that condenses the murderous aura from the outside world.

But when he really wanted to touch it, it was always a bit off.

It can be said that one can smell its form, but cannot grasp its charm.

And this is also the most painful time.

I have obviously seen it and it is within easy reach, but I cannot touch it.

There is an invisible but tangible barrier in the middle.

Although Wu Yun has cut off contact with the outside world, he does not know the dilemma Xiao Jin is facing at this moment.

But he knew how powerful this killing formation was. According to time calculation, Xiao Jin was probably at the end of his strength at this moment.

No matter how powerful Ren Xiaojin is, his power reserves are always limited, and those murderous skeletons will always come in a steady stream as long as the killing array is still there.

In this case, Xiao Jin will definitely lose, there is no doubt about it.

At this moment, Wu Yun began to feel anxious.

He knew that there was not much time left for him, and he had to find a way as soon as possible to swallow up the murderous aura and destroy the formation, so as to relieve Xiao Jin's pressure.

But you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. This is a truth throughout the ages.

The more impatient Wu Yun is, the more difficult the problem before Wu Yun becomes.

In fact, it was clear that he had just touched half of the threshold, but because of this anxiety, even this half was withdrawn.

"What should I do? What on earth did I not figure out? What went wrong!"

This question, like a sharp blade, hangs in Wu Yun's heart, and he has been unable to pull it out.

But at this moment, Xiao Jin, who was in the outside world, was not only unable to move forward, but was actually at an unsustainable point.

The gravity field gradually became weaker, but the speed of the murderous skeleton gradually became faster.

And Xiao Jin's own speed also plummeted.

One is ebbing and the other is ebbing, and it is extremely dangerous.

Even, in order to protect Wu Yun, the clothes on his body were all stained red with blood at this moment, and there were dozens of bone-deep wounds, bleeding crazily.

This state obviously proved that Xiao Jin could not hold on for long.

If it continues, Xiao Jin will fall in another half-quarter of an hour at most, and if Wu Yun still hasn't found a way by then, then there will be only one way to die for the two of them!

But Wu Yun still couldn't find a way. In fact, because of his anxiety, he was getting farther and farther away from the barrier that he had already touched.

According to the current state of the two of them, I'm afraid they are really in danger.

"Oh, brat, I thought you could figure this out by relying on your own abilities, but now it seems that you are so far behind after all!"

At this critical moment, the sound of the Divine Bell of Creation sighing suddenly came from Wu Yun's mind.

"Old bastard, yes, I almost forgot about you. Tell me, what's wrong with the method I learned to condense the murderous energy from the outside world?"

Hearing the sound of the Divine Bell of Creation, Wu Yun seemed to see hope and asked quickly.

However, the Divine Bell of Creation did not answer him, but continued to talk to himself: "It's just that with your current cultivation level and the level you are exposed to, it is not bad to be able to understand this on your own. I will give you some more Time, maybe you can really understand it by yourself, but there is no time. Let me help you, but whether you can succeed or not depends on you. In half a quarter of an hour, if you cannot weaken the power of this killing formation, the little one outside will The monkey won’t be able to resist anymore, and when the time comes, both of you will die!”

"Half a quarter of an hour? Xiao Jin can't resist? Will everyone die?"

Wu Yun's expression changed and he asked anxiously: "What's going on? What's wrong with Xiao Jin?"

Because at this critical moment, he could not escape from the current state and return to reality, otherwise, everything would be in vain, and he could only ask the Divine Bell of Creation.

But the Divine Bell of Creation didn't answer his questions anymore, and just said some strange words to him.

Wu Yun was confused and asked again: "Old bastard, what do you mean by this? Gathering Yuan, breaking together, condensing soul, calming mind..."

"I asked you to help me point out a way to break through the barrier in front of me. What are you talking about?"

But the Divine Bell of Creation did not answer Wu Yun's question, nor did he speak again.

Wu Yun knew that continuing to ask would not help at all. Ever since that mysterious guy appeared, the Divine Bell of Creation seemed to have changed. Asking again had no results, so he simply stopped asking.

The words that the God of Fortune had just said to him kept flashing through his mouth, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

What the God of Fortune said seemed to have nothing to do with the difficulties he was facing.

And time was passing quickly. Recalling what the God of Fortune had reminded him before, if he couldn't figure it out in half an hour, Xiao Jin would not be able to hold on, and both of them would die at the hands of those murderous skeletons outside.

"What on earth do you mean, old bastard?"

"Xiao Jin, you must hold on, and you must not fall down!"

The Supreme Martial God Technique