"The disciples of the Wu family listen to my orders, set up altars, chant scriptures, and worship the spirits of our clan." Looking at the red lotus suspended in the air, Wu Yuan's hairs exploded in an instant, and he couldn't help but feel a little numb in his scalp.

No matter the one in the center of the long red lotus, the karmic fire red lotus condensed by Ning Lou, and even the small lotus platforms around it gave Wu Yuan a very dangerous feeling.

It seems that as long as a red lotus falls from the sky and bursts out with power, it can directly wipe him out.

In a battle of this level, if he didn't take advantage of the home advantage and use the Protector Array, he might have to fall completely.

Even if he is soft now, it will be a loss of face and some materials at most, but if he falls here and the ancestor does not return in time, then the Wu family will definitely fall from the position of the top wealthy family and be eaten up by other families.

"The Wu twins, sitting in the heart of the formation, the earl has seven stars, and they are in charge of the seven bases."

Wu Yuangao shouted, and then two altars flew out of the Wu family, and a middle-aged man was sitting on each altar.

Behind one of them, a misty aura emerged, and there was a faint world evolving in it, and on the altar where he was sitting was a pitch-black sword and a night white sword.

Obviously, this was the marquis-level powerhouse who had been defeated by Ning Lou before.

The man on the other altar exuded an aura similar to that of Wu Yuan, with a cycle of birth and death around him, decay and prosperity flowing endlessly.

The two marquis-level powerhouses, although from the point of view of their breath, have just broken through the marquis level, and even the law golden pill has not been fully condensed, but it is also the marquis level.

In addition to the patriarch, having two marquis-level people in the clan can already be regarded as the top-level family.

True gods are not clans, that is to say, the highest-level family is the family established by the duke and the strong, and the duke ancestor in the clan will always be on the border, and the marquis level is the decisive force in the struggle between families.

A marquis-level powerhouse, that is incomparable to no number of earl-level, viscount-level, or even lower-level professionals.

In addition to the Duke Ancestor like the Jiang family, there are not many forces in the world that can have a younger generation step into the peak of the Marquis, and only one step away from ascending to the position of the Duke.

The two marquis-level powerhouses sat upright on the altar, both with their eyes closed, chanting the ancient scriptures handed down by the ancestors of the clan.

That scripture is not the so-called Buddhist scripture, nor is it a Taoist scripture, but a scripture specially used to worship the divine soldiers in the clan and the great array.

Generally speaking, the level of true gods is already qualified to gather the power of faith for their own use, and can give a part of the power to believers, a true god, in fact, there is not much difference from the gods in mythology.

And although the duke level is not as good as the true god, it can also make a little use of the power of these beliefs, and under the sacrifice of the whole clan, the faith is gathered in one, and the combat power should not be underestimated.

Immediately afterwards, seven slightly smaller altars flew up from below, and on those altars sat a number of earl-level powerhouses, scattered within the Wu family, all of them closed their eyes and chanted scriptures.

For a moment, two golden rays of light and seven blue points of light hung in the air, and there were faintly countless light patterns connecting each altar.

"Buzz." A buzzing sound sounded, and in the Wu family below, the quaint characters on the walls of every building rose to the sky, suspended in the air.

For a while, under the light mask, except for the nine brightest points of light, the rest of the place had been completely occupied by those characters.

Despite this, Wu Yuan's expression was still very serious, and he could feel the power gathered in the formation below, but it was not enough, compared to the red lotus in the sky.

It's not that the two marquis-level and the seven earl-level are not as good as Ning Lou alone, but the formation has not been urged to the highest power.

"Array, up." Wu Yuangao shouted, and immediately after, an extremely ancient aura spread, and the majestic spiritual pressure was scattered throughout the space, as if an ancient existence was waking up from its slumber.

"This breath, this, this seems to be the breath of that majesty, could it be that this formation is the handwriting of that majesty?"

Feeling the increasingly powerful coercion, Ning Lou was also a little secretly frightened in his heart, through the gap between the red lotus petals, he could see those characters scattered underneath.

Each character has a majestic atmosphere, and at a glance, it seems that you can see a sage holding a scroll in his hand and educating all beings.

The characters echo each other, and a heroic righteousness is condensed in it, and there is a sense of sacredness that demons and evil cannot approach.

"The third form of burning the sky, destroying the world."

Seeing that the aura emanating from that formation was gradually becoming stronger, Ning Lou was also a little anxious in his heart.

Although he was very confident in himself, he really wanted this group of powerhouses to urge a half-step Duke realm spirit array, plus Wu Yuan, a mid-marquis powerhouse, it was really a bit troublesome.

The long sword was raised, and the black and red lotus in the sky instantly bloomed, and red firelight rushed into the sky.

The prosperous red lotus in the center of the sea of red lotus trembled slightly, and the top of the closed petals bloomed, turning into a pillar of light and rushing into the sky.

On each petal, there is a scorching flame burning, the petals open little by little, and more and more flames converge into the pillar of light, and then rush into the sky.

In the black-red sky, the firelight illuminates all darkness, and endless flames are dense, forming a sea of fire.

"Not good. Burn the blood of my ancestors, sacrifice the spirits of my people, and thousands of beliefs belong to me. ”

Wu Yuan's complexion changed drastically, he opened his mouth and spit out a ball of blood, turning into raging fire, and then stretched out his hand and grabbed the void below, and the mighty soul power gushed out, surging downward.

In the Wu family, there are cigarettes in every building accompanied by the sound of chanting from the window, and the continuous chanting sound continues to echo in the sky above the family.

Wu Yuan's soul power swept down, rushing into the sky with the power of incense and chanting, and the smoke swirled into his palm.

All of a sudden, countless long dragons of smoke rose into the sky, surrounding the side of the rattan chair, rendering it into a fairyland.

"The power of the spirit array, for my use, the spirit of the Wu family, shatter the sky."

Wu Yuan roared, and there was endless spiritual power in the Great Guardian Array under him like a tide, merging into his body, making his face a little red for a while.

Faith and incense turned into soul fragments and constantly merged into the sea of consciousness, and the spiritual power in the large array was also constantly rushing into the dantian, and the two forces continued to impact his body and soul, making it possible for him to be unable to withstand this power at any time and directly die.

"Whew, whew, whew." Wu Yuan gasped rapidly, if he was dozens of years younger and had this strength, let alone fighting with Ning Lou, he would be confident in fighting to the death with the Lord of the Storm.

But he is too old, his body has fallen to his peak, his qi and blood are declining, his sea of knowledge is shrinking, and the strength that is too strong is not what he can bear now.

Not to mention the blade warrior, even the spirit magicians of the same age are in better health than him, with spiritual power constantly nourishing, and a marquis-level powerhouse of this age looks like he is forty or fifty years old at most.

Instead of being like him, he looks crumbling and threatens to die at any moment.

A body of mental power through the Xuan, but success is also Xiao He, defeat is also Xiao He, the mental power caused too much load on the body, resulting in his body began to fail at the age of seventy or eighty, if it were not for the extremely precious genius earth treasure to nourish the body every day, maybe he would have fallen long ago.

"The winner must be divided within three moves, otherwise the body and the sea of knowledge will collapse." A thought flashed through Wu Yuan's mind.

Not far away, the prosperous red lotus had completely bloomed, countless fires poured into the sky, and the huge pillar of light enveloped Ning Lou's entire person in it.

In the sky, the clouds had already twisted into a whirlpool around the pillar of light, and the pillar of light had sunk into the depths of the whirlpool, and no one could see how high the pillar of light was.

"Xuanhuang Annihilation."

"Withered Glory Immortal Talisman."

The two shouts rang out almost at the same time, and as soon as the voices fell, the dark red in the sky suddenly faded, and the bright sunlight tore through the clouds, bringing everything back to the world of light.

Immediately after, the clouds in the sky suddenly cracked, revealing the deep void behind them.

The huge sword like a pillar of heaven slowly fell from the crack, blooming with an aura of destruction.

And on the green bamboo cane, endless spiritual power and incense gathered towards Wu Yuan's palm, where a piece of material like yellow paper was slowly condensing and forming.

The red lotus is vast, and its majesty is like a prison. The glory is ethereal, and its appearance is like the ordinary.

The two killing techniques formed a diametrically opposed contrast, and in the face of such a fierce collision, Wu Yuan calmed down instead, and on the talisman seal in his hand, the mysterious runes condensed little by little.

An incomparably huge amount of power continued to flow through his sea of consciousness, and he could feel that his sea of consciousness was collapsing little by little, crumbling under the impact of energy.

Just to display this kind of supernatural power, he already has a spectrum in his heart, and he has long been prepared for the situation in front of him.

I saw that Wu Yuan took a deep breath, and in the center of the Wu family, after the high mountain shook slightly, a whirlpool appeared in the only spring on the mountain, and the spring water condensed into a stream, winding into the air.

Compared to the endless tide of energy, this spring water was extremely small, but the spring water kept pouring into Wu Yuan's mouth, and the old man's breath was unexpectedly stable bit by bit.

The momentum of Zhihai's collapse stopped, and under the impact of that energy, there were faint signs of expansion of Zhihai.

For a strong person who cultivates the soul, the expansion of the sea of knowledge is tantamount to the growth of cultivation.

If it was placed in normal times, Wu Yuan would have been pleasantly surprised, but at this time, his heart was dripping blood, if it weren't for this kind of change, how could he be willing to use this treasure like this?