With the cold voice of Nianchen, it sounded.

The monks and wizards who watched in the canyon saw a scene that they would never forget!

More than a hundred flying swords shone brightly, and waves of long lines as thin as hair shot outward......

The entire arena, whether in the sky or underground, was densely shrouded in long lines, and quickly advanced towards the only open space in the middle, retracting.

Qin Yong, who was trapped in it, rushed left and right like crazy.

However, every time his body touched the thin line, Qin Yong hurriedly retracted as if he had been electrocuted.

No matter whether Qin Yong used his mana or his divine powers, he bombarded these thin lines, but it had no effect, these thin lines seemed to be just a phantom, not affected by any attack at all, and still converged towards the middle at the original speed.

However, Qin Yong deeply felt the real existence of these thin lines, as well as the terrifying power.

Each thin line contains the invincible, golden killing spirit that cuts through all things, as if thousands of ancient divine weapons will gather together!

After breaking through many times, Qin Yong, an early Jindan monk, was already covered with dense cutting scars, most of which were shallow blood marks, but a few of them were very deep!

This is still Qin Yong's quick opportunity every time, and he hurriedly retreats at the moment when the thin wire cuts his body, which avoids the risk of being directly chopped by the thin wire.

However, Qin Yong was not happy at all, and as time passed, the despair became stronger and stronger in his heart.

Seeing that the thin lines around him were about to close together, there was only room for a dozen or so people to squeeze together.

Qin Yong knew that the moment these thin lines converged, it would be the time when he was broken into thousands of pieces!

Compared to the despair in Qin Yong's heart.

The crowd around them was terrified by this strange sword formation, and that kind of mental impact was even better than Qin Yong's!

In the eyes of the onlookers, Qin Yong at this time was like a fat pig who was tightly tied up and thrown on the desk, and the only end was to wait to be slaughtered!

Whether it is Miao Jiang Yang Shouyi, or Dongsheng Hall Meng Hetang and other Jindan monks, they are all full of fear, and they no longer have the sense of superiority that they had at the beginning, condescending and overlooking all living beings.

They all knew that if they were trapped in the sword formation, they would also have nothing to do with this thin line......

"You wicked, little bastard, Lao Tzu fought with you today!"

In a desperate and crazy roar.

Qin Yong suddenly burst out with a terrifying aura.

Around his body, the air rippled like water waves.

This scene made Yan Jindan monk Wan Liutang change color: "Be careful, this guy is going to blow up the Golden Pill!"

This sentence spread like a plague.

More than 1,000 monks, whether they are practicing qi to build a foundation, or Jindan......

Everyone rolled over from the ground and got up with frightened faces, rolling and crawling one by one, or driving flying magic weapons, desperately away from the arena.

Brother Jindan blew himself up, it was simply a super big **!

If they don't run to a safe enough distance, they will be completely reduced to ashes in this explosion!

"Nian Daoyou, leave quickly!"

"Nian Chen, let's go!"

Even Songwen Zheng Tiandiao and Wan Liutang and others anxiously called for reminders.

However, Nian Chen had no intention of leaving, but instead bent his fingers towards the sword formation.

Woohoo......

Countless thin threads accelerated abruptly, as if tens of thousands of embroidery needles were intertwined and shuttled in the air, and the flying needles were threaded, weaving a dense net.

The thin lines in the sky staggered over Qin Yong......

This Jindan stage monk was a complete person one moment ago, but the next moment he had been cut into pieces of flesh and blood!

However, at this time, the golden pill in Qin Yong's body had also completed the final excitation......

Rumble!

A half-loud bang, with a dullness, sounded in the canyon.

However, such an explosion was completely different from the earth-shattering that everyone expected.

And......

There was no earth-destroying terrifying aura that Wan Liutang and the others imagined to explode.

Such a strange scene made the monks who were still desperately far away around them look back one after another.

They found that the arena had not been blown upside down and destroyed.

Nianchen's figure still stands tightly.

It's just that the thin lines in the sky are slowly disappearing.

The only thing that can be called different is that Nianchen's whole person erupted with a rich rune light to the extreme.

He looked like a large phantom made of runes.

So, everyone stopped fleeing.

Even a few Jindan period monks had already quickly driven the flying magic weapon back.

They wondered why the explosion just now was only half a sound?

The most important thing is that what means did Nian Chen use to destroy even the self-explosion of Brother Jindan?

At this time, although Nian Chen was standing quietly, the phantom of the heaven and earth oven in his body was running endlessly at an unprecedented speed.

It turned out that at the moment when Qin Yong Jindan exploded just now, the phantom of the Heaven and Earth Oven in Nianchen's body suddenly reversed, and a terrifying devouring power emerged......

Qin Yong's golden pill had just exploded, and before the power could spread, it was violently sucked into the Heaven and Earth Oven by this devouring force.

In the face of this violent energy, the Heaven and Earth Oven also seemed to need to run at full strength in order to suppress and refine.

Therefore, at this moment, there is actually no longer the slightest offensive and defensive power.

All the mana in the body was used to urge the rapid operation of the Heaven and Earth Oven Phantom.

Even Zhong Mubai's remnant soul had to concentrate on controlling the operation of the Heaven and Earth Oven Phantom, so that he could barely firmly restrain the terrifying energy in the oven and continue to refine it......

One hundred and twenty-five flying swords that had lost their mana power flew into their bodies one after another under the summons of Nian Chen's mind.

The year stands in place like a clay sculpture of wood.

However, with his strong spiritual power, he still detected several Jindan monks who were returning one after another and had appeared not far away.

Nianchen's heart was secretly anxious.

The operation of the Heaven and Earth Oven and the control of the Sword Array are all dominated by Zhong Mubai's remnant soul, otherwise how could he have the strength to kill the Jindan Monk.

Now, the only thing that belongs to Nian Chen is his spiritual power.

If at this time, several Jindan monks suddenly made a move on themselves......

Nianchen knew very well that he didn't have any strength to fight back.

And that's exactly what happened.

Except for Wan Liutang who came to Nianchen's side to protect him, the other four Jindan period monks were all full of doubts and a trace of unkindness, staring at Nianchen.

They also seemed to see that the year was in some strange state at this time.

Moreover, all the Jindan monks are vicious-eyed.

The trace of anxiety and anxiety on Nianchen's face just now did not escape their eyes.

Therefore, these monks all had murderous intentions.