From the moment when the armor on the Jin soldier's body was completely shattered, revealing his strong muscles and dense blood lines on his skin, Ji Yiming, who was dozens of meters away, felt a very strong sense of danger in his heart.

More intense than any time since entering the ruins of this underground city...... Even a terrifying sense of crisis.

Compared with the original Shanglin Lake Ancient Kiln, when facing Du Lingyang, Langya King Sima Yue and the huge and incomparable ancestral Gu body, the sense of crisis was several times stronger.

"Win boss, there's a problem!" Just a little hesitation, he forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart and flew by, and quickly rushed to Win Xingtian's side. By the way, he also pressed the head of Gu Snake Xiaoyang with one hand to stop it from rushing and biting again: "It's not a matter of strength, it's that the killing intent on this guy's body is wrong!"

Ying Xingtian had adjusted his breath a little at this moment, but the pale and weak aura on his face had not yet faded, and when he heard this, he subconsciously closed his eyes and sensed the situation of the general who had not seen much movement more than ten meters away.

When he opened his eyes again, there was finally a hint of surprise on his handsome and incomparable face: "What a crazy killing intent." ”

The golden soldier who was more than ten meters away in the induction did not seem to exist, and what stood there was just a mass of madness, violence, and a pure consciousness full of boundless hatred and the desire to destroy everything.

Of all the consciousnesses, the most intense is the boundless killing intent. Ying Xingtian only sensed it slightly, and he felt that his mental fluctuations were almost completely infected by him, and he turned into a monster that only knew how to kill.

The warlord didn't react to his snooping, just stood there quietly staring at the statue more than twenty meters away.

"Ecstasy," "rage," "sorrow," and "fear."

The four strange faces, which were full of infectious power and could even affect the cultivator's mind, seemed to have no existence at all in the face of the boundless and thick killing intent on the general's body that was strong enough to cover everything.

Unconsciously, all the expressions on the four faces of the four idols of the four gods quietly disappeared, and a frenzied killing aura that was no different from the general's body was replaced by it.

From the angle of Ying Xingtian and the others, they could only see the generals looking at the small building of the "City History Museum", and they were not clear about the changes in the faces of the four gods at this moment. And it was only at this moment that he finally realized what had just happened.

"That armor wasn't defense, nor was it the source of his strength. But...... Seal!"

"The way he looks in front of him is the real him. ”

"What kind of situation can make a person have such a terrifying crazy killing intent?!"

No, it's going to get stronger!

Ying Xingtian's eyes were slightly closed, sensing that the other party's killing aura was getting stronger and stronger, and he could almost reveal the killing intent condensed into an entity outside his body, and his heart gradually sank.

I don't know if I'm dead.

His internal breath and blood have been consumed by more than seventy percent, and his strength has plummeted, and he has already lost the combat power of the top grandmaster realm.

Ou Haichao is still rolling to the ground until now, and there is no hope at all.

And the aura of the top Grandmaster Realm on the body of the warrior who was covered in front of him*, with a crazy and heavy killing intent, was still constantly climbing—even stronger and more terrifying than before.

Even the black hand hidden behind the curtain has not yet appeared, and his own side has fallen into this desperate situation.

How to fight?

……

……

Hundreds of meters away on the eaves of a small three-story building.

Even Zhu Huang, who was far away here, could clearly sense the killing intent on Wan Yan Kang, who had been refined into a "witch soldier", that was as crazy and terrifying as the night.

"Is this the true body of the 'Witch Soldier'?" he forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, but he was not too surprised by the appearance of the finished face after the shattered armor - this has long been recorded in the classics left by the ancestors of the "Torture Soldier".

What's more important is that the ancestors of the past generations left the so-called "back door", which also needs to be in this state before they can cast spells to induce.

It's just that at this moment, Wan Yan Ji'an is standing beside him, no matter how much he wants to move, he doesn't dare to make a rash move, but occasionally turns sideways and peeks at the other party's expression: Your father is now naked and completely unconscious, and has become a monster who only knows how to kill, what will you do as a son?

The former's figure did not move at all, and a smile even appeared on his face.

"It's lit, this fire has been waiting for nearly a thousand years...... Finally lit. ”

"The next thing is to see how vigorously this fire can burn. Wan Yan Ji'an's fingers were still gently moving in mid-air, and the exquisite formation the size of a square inch was still suspended less than half a meter in front of him. The light became more and more dim as time passed, until it turned into a barely visible shadow and flew away towards the east of the city.

Then the second, the third, the fourth......

With the flick of his fingers, a full twelve square inch formations quietly took shape, and he quietly galloped away towards the southeast, northwest, and the remaining eight declination directions.

Zhu Huang's heart moved slightly, and he always felt that the scene in front of him was a little familiar.

It's not just these square-inch-sized formation phantoms, but even the entire movement of Wan Yan Ji'an's movements and the trajectory of his fingers have an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Just like the familiarity that Ying Xingtian and the others had in their hearts when they saw the four four-armed statues for the first time.

"What kind of formation is this?" he asked, confused, and unconsciously asked.

And after Yan Ji'an finished casting the entire twelve formations, allowing these faint lights and shadows to fly in all directions of Wucheng in a total of twelve directions, this top Wudao Grandmaster who was born ten months ago and was refined as a "witch soldier" by the ancestors of the Wumen Sect couldn't help but feel a little tiredness on his face.

Even his figure flickered uncontrollably a few times, and the upper parts of his head, hands, and torso faintly had a tendency to regress into condensed light and shadow.

"The Inheritance Formation of my Witch Sect, like the history of the entire cultivator world, is basically born from the Dao Sect thousands of years ago. Therefore, the two little guys of the 'Yan Dao' at the bottom were able to break the "Harvest Witch God Array" that the senior brothers left on the armor with the "Ten Thousand Dao Breaking Array". ”

He looked at Ji Daoyan, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and Ou Haichao, who was crawling on the ground and rolling endlessly, and there was a hint of approval in his eyes: "Although most of it is because of my arrangement over the years, it is not as simple and easy as it seems that you can determine the deconstruction of the entire combined defense formation through a few simple orders in such a short period of time, and then choose the "Ten Thousand Dao Breaking Formation" to prescribe the right medicine." ”

The two talked for so long, and Zhu Huang gradually felt that this "Prince Yingzhuo" thousands of years ago didn't seem to kill him immediately, and the trembling feeling in his heart gradually faded. Seeing that the latter talked about the origin of the Wumen formation inheritance without asking, he even dared to ask: "Senior, what you said, does it have anything to do with the twelve formations that were just cast?"

"Relationship?" Wan Yan Ji'an sneered, his eyes moved away from the * figure on the battlefield, and turned to look at Zhu Huang: "Is the eyesight of the leader of this generation of 'criminal soldiers' actually so bad? I can't even recognize the formation that is the most famous in my Wumen inheritance and can best show the meaning of the four words of Wudao Evergreen?"

The most famous?

Zhu Huang smacked in a low voice for a moment, and suddenly there was a bang in his head.

It's that formation!

It wasn't until Yan Ji'an finished his vague question at this moment that he realized what the twelve formations that looked strange and familiar were coming from!

And this answer shocked his heart even more, staring at the former's ordinary middle-aged man's face, dumbfounded and barely able to say a complete sentence: "You...... You ......"

"You what you. Wan Yan Ji'an stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, with a crazy and dangerous light in his eyes: "The two of us are basically the same kind of people, think about what you would do if you encountered this kind of opportunity?"

Seeing Zhu Huang's hesitation at the scene, he laughed very easily: "I did a good job when I abandoned those subordinates to escape alone, how can I look ahead and backward when I encounter this more critical opportunity? Don't forget, we are witches...... From ancient times to the present, from top to bottom, including my more than 100 senior brothers in the Grandmaster Realm, what are the principles pursued. ”

Zhu Huang was silent.

He fought for half a minute before he spoke in a hoarse voice: "But that's just the same door, the one below...... After all, it's your biological father. ”

"Fathers and sons, husbands and wives, brothers and sisters. Wan Yan Ji'an opened his mouth word by word, with a breathtaking magic in his voice: "Tell me, what kind of relationship can't be used to sell?"

Zhu Huang, a strong man with a height of nearly two meters and two, gradually bent down and curled up at this moment, and the struggling look on his face never disappeared: "I lost my parents early when I was a child, and it was the master who grasped and raised me with one hand, taught the supreme witch secret technique, and used the ancestral witch true body of the last inheritance to help me cross the realm and become a witch master." After taking over as the leader of the 'Criminal Soldiers', his greatest wish was to lead the Criminal Soldiers to become the number one cultivator organization in the world......"

"I want to be a good person and a good leader. ”

"Good person?hahahahahaha!!haha If you are a good person, you can never be a good leader. ”

The latter's expression slowly dimmed, and the last trace of his heart was holding on...... Or self-deception, finally completely shattered with Yan Ji'an's words.

"Understood. The hoarse taste in his voice was all gone, and his figure stood up with blazing eyes: "What I want to know is that as soon as these twelve formations come out, those people in the Hidden Dragon Yuan and Yan Dao below will not have any chance." According to your plan, the avenue of Tongtian should be just around the corner - but senior, you don't seem to have any intention of killing me, what do you need me to do?"

"It's finally dawning. Wan Yan Ji'an let go of his shoulder, but did not answer the former's question. He just stood facing the direction of the battlefield hundreds of meters away, quietly looking at Ying Xingtian and the others over there, who were like facing a great enemy: "Let's watch the play first, the 'Tongtian Dao' that hundreds of Wumen Sect Masters and top Grandmasters have been waiting for so long back then, but in the end they were destroyed by me, will finally reappear after a thousand years." Such an interesting drama, I regret it for life if I miss it once. ”