In the central basin of Tiangou Mountain, the lead cloud pressed on the top, suppressing the entire basin, making people unable to even fly.

Under the lead cloud, the gloomy air was enveloped, and a thick gray fog filled the basin, and the roars of zombies and the screams of ghosts could be heard from the thick fog.

The power of the formation was constantly strengthening, and the endless yin qi condensed into an invisible weapon full of sky and killed towards Yechen, and the resistance of the dead creatures was getting weaker and weaker.

Lan Wen stood dead in front of Yechen, the silver spear in her hand waving like a silver dragon in her hand, resisting the powerful sword that pressed in front of her.

With the blessing of the formation, the strength of the Martial Emperor Old Man was increasing every moment.

The old man of the Martial Emperor brandished a long knife, his eyes were full of killing intent, and he swore not to give up if he did not kill Lan Wen.

On the hillside, Zhao Quan leaned back on a chair and put his feet on the table in front of him, looking very relaxed.

Just when Yechen and his dead creatures were about to be unable to resist, Yechen finally spoke up, "It's done." ”

On the small bowl in Yechen's hand, countless colorful viscous liquids appeared, in order to configure this slime, Yechen took out a total of more than twenty bottles and cans, these things, not to mention the people present, even the old formation mages who had been immersed in the way of the formation for a hundred years couldn't understand it.

Yechen picked up the bowl and swept the slime into the sky.

After flying into the sky, the green slime turned into countless particles of colored dust as fine as dust, emitting a red-red-green-green light, and these colored dust spread very spiritually in all directions, and as they came, the gray fog disappeared quickly.

With Yechen as the center, the dense fog and lead clouds were rapidly disappearing, and the vision in front of Yechen became clear again, and the sword condensed by Yin Qi was silently dissipating and disintegrating.

The powerful power attached to the Martial Emperor Old Man was also fading rapidly and was beaten back to its original form.

Lan Wen's body suddenly pounced, and the silver spear in her hand stabbed at the old man of the Martial Emperor like a storm, and the two collided together in an instant.

The Martial Emperor's body was retreating, and a frightened expression appeared on his face, Lan Wen's powerful combat power made him feel extremely dangerous.

"What's going on!" On the small hillside, Zhao Quan and the others had shocked expressions on their faces, and Zhao Quan turned his head even more, glaring angrily at the Martial King powerhouse who was controlling the formation, and shouted loudly, "What the hell is going on, what about the formation? ”

Countless pairs of angry eyes stared at the face of the Martial King who was manipulating the formation, which made the Martial King feel a lot of pressure and smiled bitterly: "The formation was broken by him." ”

"What?" said countless pairs of eyes with a look of disbelief.

How is this possible?

Zhao Quan pointed at the Martial King master who was controlling the formation and shouted: "He is not a formation master, how could he break the formation, what the hell is going on? With a pile of disgusting slime, the formation was broken?"

"I, I don't know. "The Martial King is a master.

"Childe, calm down, what should we do now. The Martial King said in a deep voice.

"Whew!" Zhao Quanchang exhaled, turned his head to look at Yechen, and said with a hideous face, "We still have a chance." ”

The old man of the Martial Emperor retreated under Lan Wen's attack, and the two of them had already flown into the sky from the basin, and Lan Wen's hand was like a dancing silver dragon, constantly colliding with the sword of the old man of the Martial Emperor, pressing it and fighting.

The overflowing force crushed large swaths of trees.

Lan Wen flew above the Martial Emperor Elder, and the spear stabbed forward fiercely, and a silver light suddenly broke away from the tip of the spear and stabbed down.

The old man of the Martial Emperor was shocked, and hurriedly retreated, narrowly avoiding the edge of this blow, and the silver light pierced the mountain peak below, smashing a ten-meter-high boulder.

Zhao Quan ignored the battle in the sky, he saw Yechen taking Song Jia and the dead creatures slowly, walking slowly towards his hillside, although there were still countless dead creatures on the hillside, they were regarded as nothing by Yechen.

Zhao Quan said fiercely: "Yechen, let me die." ”

Behind Yechen, Song Jia suddenly made a move, and a long sword appeared in the palm of his hand, stabbing at Yechen fiercely. Her chances of making a move were very good, because the night was so close that even if the dead creatures reacted, they didn't have time to stop it.

At this moment, Lan Wen's performance was too dazzling, which made Zhao Quan move his murderous intent towards Yechen, even if he couldn't get something in the end, he had to kill someone first.

Yechen turned around, stretched out his right hand, and easily clamped Song Jia's long sword.

The long sword is like taking root in Yechen's hand, and it can't move forward, nor can it go back.

"Why, how can you be guarded. Song Jia was shocked, "It's impossible for you to see through my disguise technique." ”

Yechen showed a faint smile and said, "This face of yours is exactly the same as hers, even the expression and eyes are very realistic, but there is one thing that you haven't done well." ”

"What!"

Yechen set his eyes on "Song Jia's" chest, and laughed softly: "Although your breasts are about the same size as hers, they are still smaller after all, and the shape is a little different, hers is a steamed bun-shaped, and your... Huh"

"You!"

"Song Jia" glanced down at his chest, furious, and then let go of the hilt of the sword, wanting to retreat.

The little skeleton's glaive knife made a graceful arc, cutting down the population of "Song Jia".

Above, the old man of the Martial Emperor released his natal ghost, which was a ghost of the earth monkey clan of an alien race, although the ghost was also the Martial Emperor, but he did not get close to Lan Wen at all, and could only harass from a distance, after all, the defense of the ghost was too poor, and the old man was afraid of being stabbed to death by Lan Wen with a shot.

Yechen set his eyes on Zhao Quan and said with a smile: "Can you tell me now, who are you?" Let me guess, you should be the Zhao family." I'm very strange, it stands to reason that you have even checked Huang Xinrou's traces for so long to find out, it is impossible to capture the footprints of me and Song Jia so accurately, and arrange so, um... Sophisticated planning. ”

Zhao Quan looked at Yechen coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Yechen, you must know that Song Jia is still in my hands, I only need your soul martial art, give him to me, I will leave immediately, and then return the person to you." ”

"Hehe!" Yechen smiled, and then slowly moved forward, one by one the dead creatures followed behind Yechen, the little skeleton, the death knight, the little furball, the one-horned lion, and the red sun.

They come with the night, bringing great oppressive force to the slopes of the mountains above.

Zhao Quan said coldly: "Come on, bring Song Jia to me, I don't believe it, this night dares to let Song Jia die." ”

"Yes!" replied the Martial King, then turned to a dirt wall behind him, kicking open the layer of soil, revealing a deep pit that had sunk into.

(End of chapter)