In the formation suppression area, in the face of the non-stop bombardment of the spell sword qi of the seventeen god-transforming stage cultivators, the [Xiao] people repeatedly narrowed the scope of their defense, and they saw that they were already less than a hundred meters away from the core of the explosion, but even so, Kong Chen, Qin Lang and Meng Jingxian were no longer able to achieve perfect defense, and many times even this person who was not good at fighting had to participate in order not to be successfully attacked by others.

"Eagle Fire Kill!"

Just when Qin Lang was tired of running for his life, an incarnation of the late stage old man standing behind made a move with his right hand, and a powerful spell was instantly released, and a giant eagle with condensed fire spiritual power suddenly appeared in the sky, flying straight towards Qin Lang, and the high-pitched eagle roared throughout the four fields, exuding a terrifying fiery aura.

Looking at the terrorist attack in the sky, Qin Lang's face changed, and his first reaction was to use lightning to dodge, but soon, he gave up this plan, because he found that the old man's eagle fire killing was not aimed at him, but flew straight to the core of the explosion.

"Damn it!" Qin Lang scolded secretly, and the little thunder attribute spiritual power left immediately surged out from the meridians, instantly converging on the tip of his right finger.

"Thunder Finger!"

Rumble! A finger condensed with countless thunderbolts was directly pointed, and the thunder light fell on the giant eagle formed by the eagle's fire in an instant, igniting this spell with one blow, and the red fire attribute and the purple thunder attribute were entangled, lighting up half of the sky.

Seeing this scene, the old man who cast the spell sneered on his face, his expression did not fluctuate much, and while his body flickered and retreated, a large amount of spiritual power immediately burst out from his side to prevent Beidou's assassination, and then prepared to brew the next attack.

This old man in the god transformation stage has a very clear purpose, he doesn't expect these attacks to cause much damage to [Xiao], he just wants to consume [Xiao]'s strength and make this organization self-defeating.

This method is the idea of the vast majority of the Divine Transformation Stage monks present, they know that [Xiao] is powerful, especially in this environment, the combat power that can be exerted is very strong, they have no benefit in fighting to the death, and it is easy to be profited by others, so consumption is the safest way.

Of course, there are not those who have this kind of thought, including Prince Zixia, maybe he could still stay calm and choose attrition tactics when he was not slapped on the ground by the coffin board before, but now, he just wants to kill all the people of [Xiao]!

"Kong Chen, I can't hold it anymore!"

Qin Lang, who was at the forefront, was sweating profusely, his spiritual power was almost completely exhausted, and among the three, his consumption was the largest and the hardest, and it was indeed not surprising that he was the first to fall at this moment.

"Leave it to me, you rest for a while!" Kong Chen opened his mouth and said, his cherry blossom-like eyes spinning rapidly, looking coldly at the dozen or so god-transforming stage monks who were approaching step by step.

"You ......" Qin Lang looked at Kong Chen's appearance, knowing that he might be fighting to the death, just like before outside the Divine Light Temple, one person turned the tide, but that kind of consumption was too great, the last time Kong Chen was directly unconscious for so long, even if his cultivation has improved a lot now, but after such a long time of fighting, Kong Chen is no longer in peak state, if he forcibly uses that move, no one knows what the consequences will be.

But Qin Lang couldn't stop it, because Kong Chen was already the last hope at the moment.

He had used the Zixiao Divine Thunder to contain everyone for almost an hour before, and he didn't have the slightest strength to fight again, and if Kong Chen didn't make a move, they really had to give up.

Beidou Meng Jingxian is in charge of assassination, and he has been giving full play to his advantages in the previous battles, constantly harassing the enemy, and even using the dance of death of the king-level secret book to severely damage several monks, but their opponents are not ordinary people, but monks in the god transformation period, their flesh is already very terrifying, and once they are injured, these people will immediately break away and resume the cultivation of the god transformation stage to heal, and they have no way to do it at all.

"There are still two hours left before the time Lin Chuan said, can we really hold on?" Qin Lang couldn't help but think a little desperately, the battle situation in front of him really made him not have the slightest confidence.

Playing the piano for a long time in a row has made Kong Chen's hands tremble slightly, but at this time, he can only do his best to obey the fate of heaven.

"Scattered...... Let's fight together......" Kong Chen muttered softly, his eyes slightly closed, and the aura of his whole body suddenly declined, as if he had gathered all his momentum, as if he was dead.

But the moment he opened his eyes in the next moment, a terrifying fiery aura rose to the sky, with endless madness and the momentum of going against the sky, echoing in the entire area.

"Listen, it's a requiem for you......"

The slender fingers flicked, the crimson light and the strings trembled slightly, and suddenly, an ancient tree rose from the ground, growing rapidly around the empty Chen, brown-red trunks, fresh branches, bright red flowers, this is a beautiful cherry blossom tree, with the music and the breeze, fluttering down countless cherry blossoms.

The ancient tree snuggled up to the empty side, a person, a tree, a harp, as if this is all there is between heaven and earth, and nothing can break this harmony and beauty.

The falling cherry blossoms are wrapped around Kongchen, like lingering love words, wisps, moisturizing things silently, unwilling to leave.

"What the hell is this!" The monks of the Transformation Stage looked at this strange scene and frowned, completely unaware of what Kong Chen was doing.

"Hmph, it's just a desperate resistance, it's completely useless!" Someone snorted coldly.

When they saw Qin Lang retreating, they knew that there was no suspense in this battle, and the attrition tactics had already made [Xiao] unable to support it, but to be honest, Suzaku had resisted in front of them for so long, which really shocked everyone, at least with such a talent, their group of cultivators in the Transformation Stage were not as good as themselves.

"Is there finally no spiritual power? Then give me death! ”

At this moment, the angry roar that had been suppressed for an unknown amount of time finally roared, and the purple figure flashed out and went straight to Kong Chen to kill him.

The person who shot was none other than Prince Zixia, who had been slapped on the ground and rubbed before.

The light flickered, and a golden light bell flew out of Prince Zixia's sleeve, instantly enveloping his whole body inside, and then he directly pulled out a cyan lightsaber, ran the sword technique, and slashed towards Kong Chen.

This time, he must let [Xiao] die without a place to be buried!

In the distance, Kong Chen didn't seem to be aware of the Prince Zixia rushing over at all, he was so quiet and stroked the qin, complementing the ancient trees around him, wonderful and harmonious.

It's just that the cherry blossoms that fell from the ancient tree no longer lingered in the air, but swirled and fell towards Prince Zixia.

Thanks to the brass teapot 1999 book coins, and the horse 388 book coins each!

(End of chapter)