On the deck, just as all the monks were in full swing and discussing, the ferry boat trembled suddenly, and the light curtain of the formation flickered wildly, as if it was about to shatter, causing many monks who were not in the Kaifu realm to spurt out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

"What's going on!"

"What happened?"

Between the crowd, the noisy sound suddenly rose, and everyone's faces were full of sincere fear, and a terrifying sense of life and death crisis was like a shadow covering the sun, enveloping everyone's hearts, making their hearts tense, and the blood all over their bodies seemed to be coagulated together.

Wendy's face was dazed and flustered, and she didn't care about discussing the "lifelong event" with Zhao Shenbi in detail, but escaped together, came to the bow of the deck, and looked into the air in disbelief through the formation.

And in the secret room on the top floor, Mi Qiong swept out again, and the spiritual power surged madly into his eyes, emitting a brilliant milky white spiritual light, straight through the thick formation and clouds, looking miles away.

An extremely bad premonition appeared in Zhao Shenbi's heart, and he immediately exuded a majestic hidden soul power, quietly infiltrating outside the formation.

However, as soon as his soul telekinesis was only a hundred feet away, he felt a storm-like terrifying tearing force, if he hadn't recovered his telekinesis in time, I was afraid that he would have been shattered on the spot.

Rao is like this, Zhao Shenbi's face couldn't help but turn pale, and his eyes murmured gloomily: "Damn, how can it be such a terrifying aura storm!"

Mi Qiong was obviously also deeply shocked by this sudden aura storm, but as an elder of the Heavenly Gate, he naturally couldn't mess with his own formation, and at this moment, the spiritual power poured into his throat, and he said in a loud voice: "The disciples of the Heavenly Gate listen to my orders! All the formations are fully opened, and the spare spirit stones are put into it, and they will bless the protective light curtain with all their might! All the ship-riding monks will all return to their respective rooms!"

As soon as these words came out, thousands of monks suddenly exploded, although they still didn't know what exactly happened, but they also had a faint guess in their hearts, and they all returned to the room in fear, trembling and praying.

On the deck, except for dozens of Heavenly Sect disciples who were quite good at cultivating their bodies, they were already empty.

At the front of the ferry, Michon and Wendy stood side by side, their expressions solemn as never before.

Wendy's delicate body trembled slightly, and she said with some resentment: "Why is there such a terrifying spiritual power storm, and it is generated so insidiously and suddenly, that people don't have time to react at all!"

Mi Qiong sighed lightly, his eyes flashed, "It's really a bit unbelievable, this storm appeared so much that even the old man didn't perceive it in advance, and by the time he found it, it was already too late, and he couldn't even turn around and dodge it at the moment, so the plan for now is to open the formation with all his strength, urge the ferry, and pass through it!"

Outside the ferry, the crumbling heavy light curtain was consumed by the spirit stone at any cost, and it instantly urged with all its strength, becoming as solid as fine iron, motionless, as if it was not afraid of this terrifying and violent air current.

However, there was no trace of joy on the faces of the Heavenly Gate disciples, because this was just a little aftermath on the edge of the storm.

After Mi Qiong took a deep breath, a hint of determination appeared on the old man's face, "This ferry is operated by my Heavenly Gate, so I am responsible for the safety of all the monks and passengers. Wendy, you led more than forty disciples of the Far Traveling Realm, scattered on and off the ferry, and comprehensively stabilized the formation, and when the ferry crossed the spiritual storm, the old man would step out of the formation and open the way for the ferry in front. ”

When the disciples of the Heavenly Gate heard this, their faces were shocked, and Wendy hurriedly spoke: "Elder Mi, this matter must not be done! This aura storm is so strong, far from ordinary, I am afraid that even the Jindan monks will not dare to touch it at will, if they boldly leave the formation light curtain, it will be nine deaths." ”

Mi Qiong's face was firm, unmoved, and said with a faint smile: "The old man has lived for such a long time, and because of his own qualifications, Jin Dan must be hopeless, but with such a good son as Mi Siyuan, even if he dies, he will die without regrets, and he should do his best for the thousands of monks on this ferry." Besides, the old man has his own measure, and it is not as dangerous as you think. ”

Wendy's face froze, her beautiful eyes flickering, but she didn't know how to speak.

In an instant, Mi Qiong's eyes flashed, and he whispered, "It's here!"

Above the nine heavens, all the clouds were torn apart, revealing a vast dome, and from a distance, the huge flying boat was only the size of a grain of mustard in the vast world.

Directly in front of it, a storm whirlpool four or five minutes larger than its size slammed into the ferry.

Wendy no longer hesitated, and the figure of the more than forty Heavenly Sect disciples flashed, turned into Dao Dao light, and arrived at the various formations of the light curtain array, sparing no effort to stabilize the formation.

As soon as the two came into contact, there was another terrifying tremor from the ferry, and the protective light curtain made a tooth-aching cracking sound, which began to shatter layer by layer at a speed visible to the naked eye, but at the same time, layers of spiritual light were quickly generated to resist the razor-sharp storm current.

Michon took a deep breath and stepped out of the light curtain and into the storm.

A devastating force swept in, and when even Mi Qiong's old body was torn apart with a number of shocking scars, he was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly sacrificed a half-human-sized talisman magic weapon, and the complex lines flew out, swirling around him, unloading this power that was constantly eroding.

Mi Qiong held the talisman in one hand and pinched the trick in the other, and the Dao aura gushed out from the center of his eyebrows, turning into a ten-zhang giant bird with four wings on its back and a snow-white body.

Streams of storms that also contained huge power spat out from the mouth of the giant bird, constantly colliding with the aura storm, dispersing and canceling each other, and Mi Qiong also pinched the trick in his hand, casting earth-shattering powerful spells to smash the aura storm.

However, in just a few dozen breaths, under the sweep of this fierce aura storm, even though Mi Qiong was a strong monk in the False Dan realm, his spiritual power was also like flying away, almost bottoming out.

At this moment, the ferry had just submerged into the aura storm and was about to pass through the center of the storm.

A hint of determination appeared on his old face, although he was already at the end of his crossbow, he still did not retreat.

Above the fifth floor, Zhao Shenbi looked at the Tianmen disciples who were still gritting their teeth and persevering, and his heart was shocked.

In other words, it is an ordinary sect, in the face of such an irresistible aura storm, it is still powerless to protect itself, where can it take care of the safety of the passengers and fight to the death.

I'm afraid that under the weighing of the elders in the sect, they will directly lead the disciples of the sect and use their magical powers to escape.

As for the life or death of the rest of the people, it is none of their business, they hang high, and it is a big deal to be investigated, and they can also claim that they are powerless.

And instead of retreating, the disciples and elders bore the brunt of it, and they all died generously.

After Zhao Shenbi took a deep breath, he slowly exhaled it, condensing into a figure that was completely similar to his body and appearance, but there was no spiritual power fluctuation, just an incarnation phantom.

At that moment, after leaving the incarnation phantom in the room, he took out a three-grade talisman called the "Void Clear Shadow Talisman" again, and his body was instantly wrapped in a layer of hazy black gas, making it impossible for people to see or sense it.

Between the palms of his hands, a soldier armor pill was like a giant whale absorbing water, inhaling the aura of a thousand lower-grade spirit stones, turning into a huge armor soldier with a pitch-black body and a height of about one zhang, and after Zhao Shenbi's figure flashed, he actually directly entered the armor and was wrapped in layers of armor.

This kind of "armor fusion" technique is an extremely rare high-level secret technique that even Jin Li, who gave out the armor pill, has never heard of, and it has long been lost in the Nether.

The storm intensified again, as if it were about to tear everything to pieces, and the whole ferry was already shaking, like the birds trembling and shuttling among the thunderclouds in a rainstorm, letting out a painful tremble.

And thousands of monks, all of them were pale in complexion, their spiritual power was chaotic, and even some of their qi mansions were shattered, and their cultivation was destroyed in one fell swoop.

As for Chaolu and Sunset, if they hadn't been brought into the secret room by Zhao Shenbi's phantom, they used the formation to resist this concussive power, and with their cultivation that was just entering the realm of Kaifu, I am afraid that they would have fallen directly on the spot.

Outside the formation, the boundless storm swept and spread, as if there was no origin, no end, boundless.

Mi Qiong was already between life and death at the moment, and blood was flowing from all the seven orifices, and the seventy or eighty disciples of Tianmen were even spitting blood from their mouths, describing them as withered.

Heaven and earth wailed, and all beings were desperate, like the twilight of the end.

The tall armor soldier who was as black as ink, and in the cold eyes without any emotion, a look of determination suddenly appeared, and his figure swept up, and suddenly rushed out of the formation light curtain!

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