The attacks of the seventy-two monks were continuous, and they did not give Zhang Zichen any time to rest, nor did they give Zhang Zichen any time to breathe.

Under their attack, Zhang Zichen was hit by a long stick several times.

If it weren't for the fact that Zhang Zichen still had a peach tree spirit in his body, which could provide his body with a strong healing speed, I was afraid that at this time, Zhang Zichen's left arm and two thighs would have been smashed off.

"What should I do?"

Zhang Zichen was a little confused, should he use the "Ancient Chaos Technique" at this time?

If this kind of ancient secret method was suddenly used at this time, Zhang Zichen would be absolutely sure that he would be able to break the formation in an instant and kill seventy-two people including the monk who had quit anger.

However, this "Ancient Chaos Technique" is Zhang Zichen's killer feature, and now, there is still a Saint Monarch powerhouse watching from the side.

This "Ancient Chaos Formula", Zhang Zichen is ready to fight with Wuxin, and at this moment, it must not be wasted.

"Bear with me!"

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Zichen was finally ready to hide the "Ancient Chaos Technique".

"It's just, these seventy-two people, how can I break it?"

Zhang Zichen was anxious in his heart, at the beginning, he thought that with his strong strength, he would be able to take the initiative to attack and break the formation of these seventy-two people.

But now it seems that it was his own carelessness and contempt for the enemy, and the cooperation of Qu Anger and others was too tacit and powerful.

Zhang Zichen can say that if at this time, there are other seventy-two other True Monarch late stage realm cultivators who have not undergone strict training and cultivation, Zhang Zichen can completely kill them with one sword.

Not to mention seventy-two people, even if it was more, hundreds or thousands, Zhang Zichen was absolutely sure that he would be able to kill them invisibly.

However, as long as these people formed a formation, their power would increase hundreds of times, which was really surprising.

"Formation! The word formation, it is really not to be underestimated!"

Zhang Zichen flickered his body while resisting the attack, still thinking about how to break this formation in his heart.

Time flies, a day is in the blink of an eye, and night comes.

Zhang Zichen began to be anxious, and he fought with these monks early in the morning, but after a day, he couldn't help these monks.

Until the early morning of the next day, Zhang Zichen had not broken the seventy-two room demon subduing demon formation.

"I'm a real failure! I can't break even a small formation!"

Zhang Zichen sighed, these seventy-two monk formations were too strong, for twenty-four hours, twelve hours, they kept attacking and defending.

Not to mention them, even the people who watch them will feel tired, but they themselves don't seem to feel tired at all.

In this regard, Zhang Zichen was quite surprised.

But Zhang Zichen didn't know that at this moment, the hearts of Qu Nu and the others were even more surprised and puzzled.

In the hearts of the seventy-two monks, they thought that Zhang Zichen was just a monk in the late stage of the True Monarch realm, and the power of their formation was comparable to that of a strong person in the early stage of the Holy Monarch.

Ordinary people have already been killed in this formation of theirs.

But Zhang Zichen is an exception, with such a weak cultivation, he has been shuttling in the formation of the seventy-two rooms for so long, but he has not yet shown his defeat, which is really puzzling.

Gradually, anxious hearts began to arise in the hearts of the seventy-two monks.

Once or twice a while, someone finally makes a mistake.

The seventy-two rooms were tired and tired, and that was because their hearts were troubled.

If there is a flaw, then there is a way out, Zhang Zichen showed a smile on his face.

Yesterday, Zhang Zichen still wanted to defeat these seventy-two monks with his fastest and strongest attack, but now it seems that delaying time as much as possible is the best way to break their formation.

Not only the seventy-two rooms, but even the unintentional monks who stayed in the distance were also extremely surprised.

"This Zhang Zichen is really as strong as the legend says. He really deserves to be the first day genius of the Heavenly Realm Continent, with the power of seventy-two rooms, although he can't kill Wuxin, but he wants to kill the monks who enter and leave the Holy Monarch, it is more than enough. ”

"But what about Zhang Zichen, he's just a monk of the True Monarch realm!"

Talking to himself without intention, his eyes were deep, and he stood on a boulder in the high mountains, staring at the battlefield in the distance.

In the distant battlefield, there were constant roars, and the power fluctuated, causing a huge wind.

Heartless black, swinging under the wind, his body was unusually strong.

Since this day, Wuxin has repeatedly reminded the seventy-second room, asking them to kill Zhang Zichen as quickly as possible, but the seventy-second room is still consuming strength with Zhang Zichen face to face.

If this continues, the power of the seventy-second room will gradually weaken, and Zhang Zichen's body still has hundreds of powerful forces, at that time, waiting for the seventy-second room will only be defeated!

In fact, Wuxin's heart also knew very well that it was not that Room 72 didn't want to kill Zhang Zichen as soon as possible, it was just that they couldn't kill him.

The power of the seventy-two rooms is strong, Zhang Zichen's strength is also very strong, the seventy-two rooms are both offensive and defensive, Zhang Zichen is also both offensive and defensive, the seventy-two rooms are trying their best to attack, and Zhang Zichen is also trying his best to resist.

In this way, the two sides are stuck, and no one can help anyone.

"It's the last time!"

"If the seventy-second room doesn't work again, then I'll do it myself!"

Wuxin gritted his teeth and said.

Then, he took another deep breath and shouted towards the battlefield in the distance: "Senior brothers, if you still can't take Zhang Zichen within half an hour, it means that you are defeated! ”

This huge sound filled the entire space.

Zhang Zichen and Room 72, who were on the battlefield, all heard the unintentional shouting.

At this moment, Zhang Zichen smiled, but the faces of the seventy-two monks were extremely serious, none of them smiled, and none of them felt relaxed.

Half an hour!

If they can't take Zhang Zichen in half an hour, then it is obvious that Senior Brother Wuxin is ready to take action in person.

What a great shame!

At this moment, seventy-two monks were furious.

"Senior brothers, half an hour, unintentional senior brother only gives us half an hour!"

"Hmph! In this half an hour, we will kill Zhang Zichen!"

"Yes, we must kill him! Everyone uses their strongest strength!"

Seventy-two monks were furious, and today's enemy Zhang Zichen was really the greatest shame in their lives!

Under the roar of everyone, the eyebrows of the seventy-two monks all lit up with golden light.

The eyebrows of these people shone brightly, and one by one, demon beasts, weapons, mountains or rivers came out of the eyebrows of seventy-two monks.

It's a Daotu!