At the bottom of the pit.

Wanzhou was covered in blood, and his blue-white skin was already red with blood at this time.

Even with such an injury, his aura did not decline much.

Just as he was about to rise from the bottom of the pit, Qin Shujian had already fallen from the sky.

Boom –

In the big array.

Lian Gu Ming's face was gloomy at the moment, looking at the starry void around him, he burst out with a powerful attack, constantly bombarding the surrounding void world.

However.

No matter how he attacked, he saw the eighteen stars swaying on the heavenly dome, and there was no sign of collapse.

"Grandmaster-level formation!"

The Ancient Soul Refining God spread out, trying to find a flaw in the formation.

It's a pity that against the Formation Dao Grandmaster, this is the first time in history.

As for the methods of the Formation Dao Grandmaster, he had only heard of it before.

The expected battle did not happen, and before he could even react, he was besieged by Qin Shujian with a formation.

on this.

Refining the Ancient Ming naturally understood Qin Shujian's approach.

It was nothing more than wanting to trap himself, a celestial, with the help of the formation, and then go all out to deal with the rest of the Heavenly Corpse Sect.

But—

Refining the Ancient Soul didn't have much to worry about.

Although he was trapped here, there were still many powerhouses of the Divine Martial Realm in the Heavenly Corpse Sect, and there were even more Divine Martial Peaks such as Yuan Wanzhou, which were comparable to the great cultivators of the half-step Heavenly Man.

Even if he didn't make a move, it would be impossible for Yuanzong to contend with the Heavenly Corpse Sect.

And.

At the moment, although he was trapped by the formation, it was only temporary.

Without the formation controlled by the people who set up the formation, it is already the limit to be able to besiege a celestial, and it is almost impossible to defeat it.

"I want to see how long your formation can trap me!"

The Refining Gu Ying punched out, the void cracked and trembled, and the shaking eighteen stars swayed wildly.

Immediately, I saw endless thunder falling from the sky.

It's just that the thunder that can bombard and kill the powerhouses of the Divine Martial Realm is not worth mentioning at all in front of the Heavenly Cultivator.

The black qi spread out like a mist.

Wherever it passed, the thunder was extinguished.

The next second.

Refining the ancient darkness turned into a hundred-zhang giant, and his huge and broad palms poked out, like a god picking the stars, the sun and the moon, and grabbed towards the eighteen stars on the heavenly firmament.

With his eyesight, he can naturally see it.

The eye of this great array is the eighteen stars on the heavenly dome.

As long as those stars are extinguished, then the great array will be self-defeating.

Rumble!!

The eighteen stars erupted with a strong light, turning into eighteen giants of about twenty zhang, and besieging the ancient refining hell in it.

Outside the big formation.

The battle is getting more and more intense.

But the center of the real war was the battle between Qin Shujian and Wanzhou.

This is the peak elder of the Heavenly Corpse Sect, and at this moment, he has no strength to fight back, and his body comparable to a half-step path has collapsed, and blood is flowing all over the ground.

Qin Shujian's killing intent was awe-inspiring, and the potential of the Ancient Immortal Land was exerted to the limit, and every punch was struck with the momentum of shattering the heavens and the earth, not giving Wanyuan Prefecture a chance to recover at all.

As for the rest of the Heavenly Corpse Sect wanting to intervene in the rescue, there was no chance.

"Ahem!"

Wan Yuan Zhou coughed up blood in his mouth, and tried his best to raise his hand to resist, but he was attacked even more fiercely.

Until now.

He never thought that he would lose so badly.

There is no external means, just the crushing of pure physical power.

Qin Shujian clenched his fists, his face was cold: "It seems that I beat you to death today!"

"The pinnacle of divine martial arts, but that's it!"

The words fell!

Punch out!

Wan Yuanzhou's chest was sunken in, and he immediately coughed up blood.

But the terrifying power erupted, and his whole body was volleyed into the air.

Qin Shujian stepped on the void, and the offensive did not stop for a while, all of them bombarded Wanzhou's body.

After a dozen breaths.

Rumble!

Wan Yuanzhou's body exploded violently, turning into a sky of blood mist and scattering from the void.

See here.

The scene was silent for a moment.

"Elder Wan is dead!"

"Beaten to death by Qin Shujian!"

For the powerhouses of the Heavenly Corpse Sect, the fall of Wanyuan Prefecture was even more shocking than the fall of any Great Cultivator of the Divine Martial Realm.

10,000 yuan state!

It was one of the top powerhouses of the Heavenly Corpse Sect under the self-refining ancient darkness.

The strength is not only in the South Wind Mansion, but even in the entire Jokhang cultivation world, it can also be ranked on the top rank.

Even the people of Yuanzong were shocked by what was happening in front of them.

The method used by the sect master to press the bottom of the box is the formation path, but when it comes to his own cultivation realm, he has only just stepped into the divine martial realm.

In their opinion, Qin Shujian's strength was far inferior to that of Wanzhou.

But now.

Qin Shujian blasted Wanyuan Prefecture in the air, completely showing a crushing posture.

Such a situation is completely beyond the expectations of others.

After a brief moment of shock.

Yuanzong is morale has greatly increased.

"Sect Master Shenwei!" I don't know who shouted, completely breaking the silence for a moment.

Then the battle broke out again.

Xiang Hao Qian's Spirit God Imperial Sword, a long sword composed of twenty-seven lower-grade spiritual weapons, turned into a powerful sword formation against the enemy.

And he is an opponent.

It is one of the few elders of the Heavenly Corpse Sect, one of whom is above the seventh-level Divine Martial Sect.

Xiang Haoqian was originally a high-grade array mage, and he had been carving and polishing in this realm for many years.

To be able to go from casual cultivation to the point where he is today, in addition to the profound opportunity, his talent is also undeniable.

So after entering Yuanzong.

He observed that Qin Shujian's Grandmaster method left in the Formation Hall had reached the level where he could break through the Formation Dao Master with one kick in the door, and his strength in the Formation Dao had become even deeper.

Combined with the realm of its own divine martial arts.

Even in the face of the sevenfold powerhouse of Shenwu, Xiang Haoqian will not fall behind.

But—

It's just that it's not going to fall behind.

There is almost no chance of winning.

And after the fall of Yuan Wanzhou, although Xiang Haoqian was shocked in his heart, his confidence was greatly increased, and the power of the sword array was also a little more.

The other side.

The elder who was fighting against him was obviously completely enraged because of the fall of Yuan Wanzhou.

Rumble!

A punch blasted out, and the two long swords flew out horizontally, and then the elder was body burst out, and a spirit weapon long knife had already appeared in his hand, and with the momentum of destroying everything, he slashed towards Xiang Haoqian.

See here.

Xiang Haoqian's expression changed, and then the spirit spirit urged, and the twenty-seven long swords turned into a sword shield, directly intercepting the opponent's attack.

Bite!

Sparks burst.

The long sword trembled slightly, as if it would collapse at any moment, and a terrifying vibration force came from the sword's body, making Xiang Haoqian feel a slight tingling in his mind.

However, he did not retreat like this.

Instead, he endured the pain of the spirit god, drove the sword formation to change, and still besieged the Shenwu Realm monk.

Take the current situation.

Xiang Haoqian understood that he didn't need to kill his opponent, as long as he could besiege him, it was enough.

"It's a pity that the twenty-seven long swords are all low-grade spiritual weapons, if I can gather twenty-seven high-grade spiritual weapons, the combined sword formation at that time, why am I afraid of a divine martial seven!"

He also had some regrets in his heart, although the inferior spirit weapon was also strong, but for such a strong person, the power had already weakened a lot.

It's just that if you want to collect its twenty-seven high-grade spirit weapon-level long swords, this difficulty is too great.

Being able to gather the next spiritual weapon has already exhausted his family's funds.

This is still the reason why he had a good relationship with Shen Yuqing and got the spiritual weapon by luck.

For this.

The Formation Hall also owes a lot of foreign debts.

However, now when the power of the sword array is really exerted, Xiang Haoqian knows that this debt is not a loss.

Just like Xiang Haoqian, he is not the only one who fights against the powerhouses above the seventh-fold Shenwu level.

I saw the golden lotus in full bloom.

Zheng Fang was already invincible with the golden lotus in his hand, and his opponent was also a great cultivator above the seventh-level Divine Martial Arts.

Although this Great Elder of the Yuan Sect was only a cultivator of the Imperial Sky Realm, the vastness of the True Yuan seemed to be endless, constantly converging into the Golden Lotus, and directly dragging a top powerhouse of the Heavenly Corpse Sect with himself.

"A Sky Realm monk, you are looking for death!"

Hong Ningtian is furious now, he doesn't have any weapons, and he who cultivates the body refining method is already comparable to a half-step weapon.

Unless there is a Taoist instrument in hand.

Otherwise, any spiritual weapon would not be as useful as his own.

looked at Zheng Fang in front of him.

The killing intent in Hong Ningtian's heart was unprecedentedly strong.

A monk in the Skyclave Realm, if it was in normal times, he could kill it with his hand.

But Zheng Fang has a six-grade golden lotus body, and when it comes to defensive ability, he is not weaker than the strong man at the peak of Shenwu.

In this case, it is completely a turtle shell that is difficult to break.

on this.

Hong Ningtian didn't want to pay attention to it, and planned to kill the other Yuanzong monks.

But as soon as he stopped, the other party immediately attacked, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and he was entangled and did not get out.

However, although the other party is in the Sky Realm, the power of the spirit god is not half a point weaker than that of the Great Cultivator of the Manifestation Saint Realm, and it is endless, as if it will never be exhausted.

And so it goes.

The anger in Hong Ningtian's heart can be imagined.

Fight and can't break through the defense, and if you want to leave, the other party won't give him a chance.

In this way, there was only one thought left in his mind to kill Zheng Fang.

Hong Ningtian's face was cold, and he was not stopping the offensive in his hands: "I want to see how long your true yuan can last, and when your true yuan is exhausted, I will kill you!"

Zheng Fang's expression was indifferent, and he didn't pay any attention to Hong Ningtian's deterrence.

This inconspicuous Great Elder of the Yuanzong is indifferent at the moment, but there is an indifference that ordinary people do not have.

With the six-grade golden lotus in hand, it is inherently invincible.

As for what the other party said about the exhaustion of the true yuan, Zheng Fang was not even worried.

The Eternal Evergreen Gong he cultivated was not a powerful exercise, but it had an advantage that others did not have, and that was - Longevity.

Don't look at it now, Zheng Fang is just in the Sky Realm.

It can be said that the essence of the True Yuan Spirit God is not half a point weaker than the great monk of the Holy Realm.

So.

If Hong Ningtian wants to exhaust his true yuan, it is not destined to be something that can be done in a short time.

At this time.

The void trembled, and a terrifying wave suddenly spread.