The Way of the Immortal Master

Wen Qiansuan's attainments in formation and Dao, together with Meng Zhang's refined Void Cauldron, seemed to be a cheat. It didn't take too much time for them to pass through the gates one after another, and came to the last one.

At this time, Zhang Weineng and his party, under the leadership of Zhenjun Liu Qi, were breaking through various ambushes step by step, and slowly broke through the gates one after another.

Although their group is powerful, True Monarch Liu Qi is even more able to rely on the power of the magic circle outside.

But the nameless formation set up by the descendants of the gods has stood here for at least two thousand years.

In the past two thousand years, the big formation has continuously accumulated strength, added ambushes, and has become stronger and stronger, possessing the strength to directly counter the Yuanshen team.

Zhang Weineng and the others were caught in a series of battles and had to advance slowly.

Such things as talent really have nothing to do with age, seniority, or years of enlightenment.

Compared to True Monarch Liu Qi, Wen Qiansuan is an out-and-out junior, and can even be said to be a newcomer on the road of cultivation.

But he insisted on relying on his brilliant array talent to play a key role.

Of course, if Meng Zhang hadn't refined the Void Cauldron, he wouldn't have dared to teleport within the formation.

At this moment, Meng Zhang and his party were on a vast plain.

In the distance of the plain, facing them far away, there is a huge light curtain.

There is the entrance to the small world.

At this point, it is no longer possible to use tricks to save money. It is necessary to cross a short distance ahead and reach under the light curtain.

Standing on this plain, Meng Zhang felt that his body became extremely heavy, and it was almost difficult to fly into the sky.

His body was slightly off the ground, and he was soaring into the air. It was extremely strenuous, and he felt a huge force coming from the ground, constantly pulling his body.

This is the case for Meng Zhang with the highest cultivation base, let alone other people.

Their ability to fly has been greatly restricted.

"It's such a terrifying power of Yuan Magnetic." Zhenjun Jin Li couldn't help sighing.

Among the earth magic, there is a very rare spell, which is the use of the power of Yuan Magnetic.

The power of Yuan Magnetic originates from the power of Earth Xing, and the Yuan Ci Avenue in the Three Thousand Avenues is one of the branches of the Earth Xing Avenue.

This large formation has really operated the power of the earth to the limit, and even the power of the magnetic field can be fully utilized.

Because the magnetic force in the formation is too strong, Meng Zhang and the others are not only greatly restricted in flying, but also have great difficulty moving on the ground.

Not to mention taking action, they just raised their arms. Such a simple action required thousands of times more strength than usual.

They can all feel the huge attraction coming from the ground, causing huge constraints on their bodies.

The power of metamagnetism is not the main course of this level.

Only after Meng Zhang and the others got used to the environment here did the real enemy appear.

The earth trembled slightly, and a black crowd surrounded them from all directions.

This is a real army of thousands of horses, both on foot and on horseback, and they are menacing.

Soldiers riding all kinds of strange beasts run wildly under the control of the beasts.

In the back are groups of soldiers in strong and sharp clothes, lined up in neat formations.

Meng Zhangyun raised his delusion-breaking eyes to look, and the army in front of him could not see the slightest vitality, but was full of strong death energy.

Neither the soldiers nor their beast mounts were living creatures.

"This is a terracotta warrior." Meng Zhang remembered an ancient book he had read.

More than 10,000 years ago, when Shinto prevailed and the descendants of gods ruled the world of Junchen, terracotta warriors were a common tool of war.

The terracotta warriors are similar to the Dao soldiers commonly used in the cultivation sects, but they are more bloody and weird, and can almost be called magic methods.

The descendants of the gods used special secret methods to create the shells of the terracotta warriors.

Then they forcibly injected the souls of living people and beasts into the terracotta warriors.

As for the specific details, Meng Zhang is also unknown.

Anyway, according to ancient records, terracotta warriors are a tool of war between life and death, possessing many characteristics of ghosts.

The higher the level of terracotta warriors, the fiercer they are, and they are very lethal to practitioners.

After the rise of immortality in the Junchen world and the rise of cultivators, there have been many battles between cultivators and terracotta warriors.

The terracotta warriors are a powerful means for the descendants of the gods to fight against the cultivators, and they have once made the cultivators pay a heavy price.

Of course, the cultivators have also developed special methods to deal with the terracotta warriors.

It's just that it's too far away from those years of gold and iron horses.

In the world of Junchen, even descendants of gods are becoming rarer, let alone terracotta warriors.

Anyway, according to public records, there have been no terracotta warriors in Junchen Realm for at least several thousand years.

Many people believe that with the demise of the descendants of the gods, the terracotta warriors disappeared with them.

Therefore, even the Taiyi Gate in its heyday did not specifically collect methods to deal with terracotta warriors.

In Meng Zhang's generation, it is even more unnecessary.

Now facing the terracotta warriors who are difficult to deal with at first glance, I am afraid that there is no other better way than to fight hard.

Groups of terracotta warriors rushed towards Meng Zhang and the others without any unnecessary movements.

Meng Zhang and the others didn't dare to let this group of terracotta warriors who looked fierce at first sight get close.

One after another spells fell into the group of terracotta warriors, blowing up the group of terracotta warriors to pieces.

After the terracotta warriors are destroyed, the entire body will quickly disintegrate into countless dust.

As soon as they took the shot, Meng Zhang and the others found out that it was very difficult to cast spells here, and the power of the spells was also greatly reduced.

Meng Zhang felt that the true essence in his body was being consumed rapidly, and the recovery speed of the true essence was almost unable to catch up with the consumption speed.

Meng Zhang knew that it was not appropriate to stay here for a long time. Fighting with terracotta warriors doesn't make any sense.

Just the terracotta warriors that appeared in front of our eyes are invincible and almost impossible to completely eliminate.

Holding the Spirit Snake Spear in his hand, Meng Zhang took the lead to open the way ahead, leading everyone to rush forward.

For now, the only way is to enter the small world in front of him as soon as possible to see if he can get rid of the seemingly endless terracotta warriors.

The five primordial gods shot with all their strength, covered each other and rushed forward.

As they move, more and more terracotta figures appear, stronger and stronger.

Fortunately, none of the five were weak, even if they were severely restricted in all aspects, they could all display not weak combat effectiveness.

Pieces of terracotta warriors were wiped out, and their bodies turned into loess and disappeared.

Meng Zhang and his group moved forward slowly but firmly.

The sun and moon orb above Meng Zhang's head kept shaking, shedding almost endless sun and moon light. It not only strengthens its own monks, but also weakens and kills the terracotta warriors.

The thunder and lightning released by Zhenjun Jin Li, the flames released by Zhenjun Huolie, etc., almost completely emptied the area around the five people.

But the terracotta warriors are like a tide, with one wave passing and another wave coming, it seems that there will never be an end in sight.