Rumble......

Another series of formations emerged from various positions of the family, emitting a dazzling white light in the dark night, rippling like water waves of energy fluctuations.

"Let's help the head of the family!"

Those family backbones who had the authority to open part of the Protector Formation held the apricot yellow banner in their hands, their faces were resolute, and their bodies poured out gurgling mana to the eyes of the formation.

In the formation, countless cyan light bats with fluttering wings emerged from it, like pieces of intertwined cyan silk, colliding on the sword like a school of colorful fish.

In the air, there was a heart-wrenching crack.

After Zhang Shaotian finished resisting a wave of formation attacks, he looked up at the sky.

At this time, the colorful light was dazzling, and the energy storm that swayed when they collided together was enough to make a chill rise in the heart of him, a foundation building monk.

"It seems that the Zhang clan's formation has all been activated. Zhang Shaotian muttered, and the hair between his foreheads flew wildly.

A talisman mixed with thunder and lightning slammed abruptly, dragging a long blue electric tail, and when Zhang Shaotian came back to his senses, the talisman was less than two feet away from him.

"Humph!"

A cold snort with anger sounded suddenly.

Zhang Shaotian's sleeve robe was rolled upside down, and the wind around his body cut the earth, and a four-zhang wind blade mixed with fierce energy smashed on the talisman fiercely.

Rumble!

The sound of air pops echoed through the air.

Zhang Shaotian's eyes were cold, and his body turned into a wisp of light smoke with a folding fan in his hand, which flashed in the middle of those people in an instant.

"You shouldn't be on the wrong side. ”

His tone was indifferent, and there was a terrifying killing intent in it, and the fan was unfolded with a bang, and the swishing sound filled the eardrums, and the dense spikes were like ice crystal bone spurs, which suddenly pierced into the bodies of several people.

"Uhh......h

The eyes of those clansmen widened, and a huge pain surged through their bodies, and those dense spikes even emitted paralyzing electricity.

Soon one by one fell to the ground, and consciousness fell into darkness.

"Haha, the annoying formation finally doesn't haunt me!"

On the other side, Zhang Haomeng let out a loud voice, and then he turned his gaze to several yellow turban wharves in the distance, watching his children and grandchildren being slaughtered madly.

For a moment, a monstrous anger rose from the bottom of my heart.

"Bah! let Lao Tzu play with you!" Zhang Hao's fierce tiger eyes widened, and the whole person rose from the ground and rushed straight into the distance.

Along the way, he also took the time to swing his arms and threw out, and some monks were swept out by his strong force, falling to the ground and spitting blood.

One of the Yellow Turban wrestlers slammed into the tribesmen like a mad bull, stomping heavily on the ground like a heavy drum and making a panicked thumping sound.

"Attention, everyone!

Hoarse shouts rang out, mixed with a thick sense of panic.

The faces of those clansmen holding magic weapons changed drastically, their eyes were full of fear, and they gritted their teeth and were about to cast spells to attack and block.

At this moment, "I'll leave this guy to me!"

The earth-shattering shouts seemed to sound in the hearts of everyone, and a tall and mighty figure appeared in the field of vision in an instant.

As soon as this person came, he rushed away with an irresistible force.

The two figures, one small and one large, collided together, and the turbulent air currents spread wildly outward, and the huge explosion sound made many people's scalps tingle and tremble.

A strong visual impact is right in front of you!

"Refreshing!"

Zhang Haomeng's body was full of golden light, his eyes were majestic, and after looking up to the sky and letting out a long roar, the muscles on his arms bulged like iron balls.

The Yellow Turban Warrior's right foot showed signs of loosening, and the whole huge body began to move and retreat.

"Get out of here!" Zhang Hao's fierce tiger eyes almost erupted with anger, and under the urging of mana, a reckless elephant phantom appeared, and terrifying energy fluctuations swept away layer by layer.

Rumble!

The yellow turban wrestler couldn't support it, and his nearly five-meter body was directly knocked out of the distance, rolling up misty dust along the way, accompanied by the air current, and crashing to the ground.

Zhang Hao tore his shirt violently, revealing his abdominal muscles carved like rocks, the muscle lines were as uniform and symmetrical as flowing water, and a faint golden light appeared on his skin.

That's absolute violence!

"Elder Haomeng!" "Dad!"

Different exclamations rang out all around, and everyone's face was filled with admiration.

Zhang Hao twisted his neck violently, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth with sharp eyes, "It's not very interesting." ”

Zhang Fengjiu, who was floating in the sky, looked at the scene below, and his heart was very good, he opened the system interface and clicked on this son's personal information.

[Name: Zhang Haomeng]

[Parents: Zhang Fengjiu, Lin Yanruo]

[Age: 128]

[Condition: Excellent]

[Realm: The pinnacle of the early stage of foundation building]

【Talent: Spiritual Root (Gold)】

[Cultivation exercises: "Angry Elephant Shaking Mountain Gong" and "Forging Body"]

[Spell: Golden Cover Formula, Earth Entanglement, Broken Gold Spike]

[Magic Weapon: None]

"This bastard boy still doesn't like to use magic weapons as before. Zhang Fengjiu looked helpless and said softly.

He knew very well that his fourth son was indeed different, although he only had a metallic spiritual root, he was extremely powerful since he was a child, and he was extremely obsessed with pure physical collisions.

The selected exercises are all first-class in force cultivation, and they follow the path of refining the body.

In this regard, Zhang Fengjiu was distressed for a long time at that time, and he couldn't screw this son's stubborn temper after many reprimands and whippings, and he reluctantly accepted it under Yanruo's persuasion.

Li Xiu is a relatively unique type of person in this cultivation world, and many monks have a complicated view of it, because the fluctuations in the combat power that such monks can explode are too great, and the cultivation path is too time-consuming to refine the mind.

The main thing is that even if you stick to it, you won't necessarily get something!

In the world of cultivation, what if you have rough skin and thick flesh, and what if you have great strength?

As long as the magic technique is strong and the grade of the magic weapon is high enough, there is no reason to be afraid on the premise of not being approached, so in the cultivation world, few people will choose to follow the path of strength cultivation, and there is a big reason for this.

Moreover, in the eyes of the world, cultivators are all high-minded figures, which is different from other reckless men with strong martial arts, and this hinders the popularization of force cultivation.

Of course, the combat power of powerful pure force cultivation is also extremely strong, but this kind of person is too few and too few.

The vast majority of cultivators will practice appropriately for self-defense, so as not to be easily attacked and killed by people in close combat.

"As long as the level of the Tibetan Scripture Building is high, the level of the exercises included will be higher, and I am afraid that there will be no exercises and spells that are more suitable for force cultivation?"

Zhang Fengjiu couldn't help but think in his heart.

At this time, he was faintly looking forward to the future of his fourth son's power cultivation, after all, the cultivation world was a rare existence, and once this path was successful, the combat power that erupted was enough to make people change.

With the ancestral system, any technique and spell is possible!

"That's Elder Ao Meng, it's really strong. ”

Zhang Yiang's eyes flashed with fear, and he said in a deep voice.

"Hmph, let's have the Yellow Turban Lux attack him together. Zhang Fengqing, who was beside him, said with a gloomy face, and his tone was extremely cold.

As soon as these words came out, the two fingers of the three of them were together, urging the mana to point towards Zhang Hao.

The Yellow Turban Lux, who had fallen to the ground, slowly got up, but the golden light emitted became a little dim.

The three yellow turban wrestlers rushed over with heavy steps, and their powerful might seemed to crush the man in front of them alive.

"Be careful!" some of the clansmen shouted with anxious faces when they saw this.

When Zhang Hao heard this, he glared at the tiger and roared angrily: "Shout, fart! Leave it to me here, don't hurry up and help others!"

Seeing that the grumpy elder had spoken, they hurriedly gritted their teeth and fought with the monks under Ao Feng's command.

"That's interesting, Lao Tzu can have a good time now. ”

Zhang Haomeng's fists were clenched, and faintly golden light seeped out, and his strong cultivation momentum suddenly skyrocketed, and his right foot stepped on it violently.

The whole person turned into an afterimage and swept away quickly, and resisted the three yellow turban wrestlers who were nearly five meters tall alone.

In the distance, Zhang Zixian's sleeve robe swayed wildly, and in front of him, a sparkling wall of water rose suddenly, and outside the wall of water, a sea of blazing flames was surging and colliding.

Zizizi......

Because the temperature is too high, the sound of continuous evaporation of water can be heard clearly for a while.

"My second brother, you have had three spiritual roots since you were a child, and you are talented and perceptive, as the eldest brother, I don't know how much I envy you!"

Zhang Aofeng, who was dressed in mink fur, said hatefully, his black hair danced wildly without binding his hair tonight, and the firelight reflected his distorted face.

When Zhang Zixian heard this, he was speechless.

He raised his right hand above his head, and on his fingertips, the air swept in, and a cyan cyclone that looked like a vortex appeared in less than two breaths.

"Go!"

A cyan cyclone with a radius of three feet rumbled away, whining and whistling in the ears, causing ripples in the air along the way.

"Tsk," Zhang Aofeng spread his arms, and the corners of his mouth hooked up like a blade.

Rumble!

Around him, a dozen bucket-thick flame snakes writhed and swam into the air.

More than a dozen fiery snakes spread their fangs, carrying a fierce force, and slammed straight into the cyan cyclone in unison.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

The two collided together, and the huge explosion sound that erupted was simply terrifying, and for a while, the flames soared into the sky, and the cyclone rolled upside down.

Some of the family members who were watching from a distance saw this scene and were extremely shocked by this terrifying energy fluctuation.

"Didn't the head of the family cultivate to a loss a few days ago......?

Many people have such doubts in their minds, and those family backbones who have turned against each other have a faint sense of uneasiness in their hearts.

You must know that once Zhang Aofeng loses, his fate can be imagined, and the future of future generations is worried.

And those clansmen who had been loyal to Zhang Zixian in this battle breathed a sigh of relief, after all, no one wanted their followers to fall into a bad situation.

Only the lord is victorious, and the party that is loyal to him will surely be able to make a great contribution in the annals of the family.