Fang Yan didn't want to be like this, although the Dawu Sword Formation was strong, but his current cultivation was not enough, it was far from enough to urge this set of Sword Formations with all his strength, with his current strength, it was only suitable for sneak attacks, but at this moment he had to use it to face the enemy head-on, although this Sword Formation should have been used like this.

If the Great Wu Sword Array still can't hurt the other party, the dialect can only self-detonate the magic weapon, but the magic weapon that threatens the Yuanying Monk must at least be above the top grade treasure weapon, and it must be able to succeed, even if there are many dialect magic weapons, there are few of them at this level, and until the final stage, this kind of gambling attack will definitely not be used.

As soon as the eyes of the Seal God Dao people flickered, they saw that eighteen sword lights suddenly flashed around, faintly forming an attack formation, sealing their various ways out.

"Sword Array?" In an instant, the Yin Shen Dao people recognized the means of dialect, the sword array is not a rare thing in the cultivation world, many monks will have one or two sets, but these sword formations are all fancy shelf, and they only win by the number of flying swords.

At first glance, the Great Wu Sword Formation was the same, there were eighteen flying swords in a set of sword formations, but soon, the Yin Shen Dao people sensed the huge power contained in the sword array.

The Seal God Daoist suddenly had a hint of alarm in his heart, this was the first time since he got married, he felt a dangerous aura in front of a Jindan monk, could it be that this sword array could actually endanger himself?

Although the Yin Shen Dao people didn't believe it, but this kind of warning has saved their lives several times, each time it was a fraction of a second, this time, the Yin Shen Dao people still chose to believe in their own feelings, and immediately urged a set of spirit armor, silver light overflowed, protecting their bodies tightly, and at the same time they sacrificed a small token in their hands, and their bodies were engraved with mystical runes.

"Kill. Fang Yan secretly shouted in his heart, prompting an attack from the sword array.

Fang Yan knew that he could only urge one attack, and if he had to take care of defense, he would definitely not be able to injure the Yuan Infant Monk, so he did not pursue defense at all, and Fang Yan poured all his strength into the attack, and if he was unsuccessful, he became benevolent.

Eighteen sword lights instantly emerged, converging into one, and a phantom thunder sword appeared in front of the Yin Shen Dao person, locking him tightly.

"Ah, what kind of sword formation is this, why can a treasure-level flying sword actually trigger a spirit-level attack?" The stealth god was stunned, but it was only a moment's effort: "Hmph, if you sneak attack, it is really possible to be succeeded by you, but now, even if it is a real spirit weapon attack, let alone your conjured spirit weapon attack." ”

Yin Shen also knew that this attack could not be dodged, so he could only go next, the mana in his hand flowed, and the small token suddenly emitted a soft light, and the runes on his body suddenly came to life, constantly circulating on it, and finally formed a rune text 'shield', this word floated up from the token, forming a shield in front of the Yin Shen Dao person, and it was meeting the giant sword conjured up by the Great Wu Sword Array.

With a loud bang, a huge mana fluctuation spread around, and the shield in front of the Yin Shinto person was instantly penetrated, and pieces of runes scattered flew back to the token.

The Seal God Daoist was not the slightest surprised, as if he had already expected this situation, and at the moment when the shield was shattered, the small token in his hand had already been put away by him and disappeared.

"Sleepy" did not use the magic weapon again, but used a spell, the array of mana seemed to weave a net in front of the seal god, the giant sword net into it, with the breakage of the mana network wire, the power on the giant sword gradually weakened, but still through the mana net, hit the body of the seal god Taoist.

After passing through the magical shield and mana bondage, the power of this giant sword has lost more than half, and there is no more power of the spirit weapon, after hitting the seal god, there is no power to penetrate his spirit armor, only after hearing a proper sound, the conjured flying sword dissipated.

The Seal God Daoist saw that Fang Yan had no strength left to send out another attack, although the attack power of the sword array just now was large, the consumption was definitely not small, and it was far from something that he could easily urge as a Jindan monk.

The Yin Shen Daoist who took over the attack looked at the extremely depressed dialect on the opposite side, and the killing intent in his heart rose, now the other party is only a golden pill cultivator, he has the ability to threaten himself, if the cultivation is higher, only with this sword array, he can kill himself, and he must be killed today.

Unconsciously, the Yin Shen Daoist had put the dialect in the same position as himself, and before, he would never have the idea of killing the dialect, even if it was to kill it, it was just a casual effort.

Although the Yin Shen Dao people are almost exhausted of mana at this moment, they still sacrifice a flying sword and shoot out towards the dialect with all their might, as for the matter of the dialect collecting and refining the peach miasma poison, the Yin Shen Daoist doesn't care about it at this moment, he just wants to kill the dialect immediately, and then kill Ji Yaoguang who is refining the goose topaz stone.

Fang Yan didn't expect that his estimation was still a little wrong, and he consumed his mana with a full blow, and even the mana that prompted the self-explosion was not left yet, although = two drops of spiritual spring water have entered the abdomen, but if you want to recover a few points of combat power, it will take a while, but the flying sword of the Seal God Daoist has already arrived in front of you.

For a moment, Fang Yan was also a little surprised, he was so calm, the scenes of entering the cultivation realm flashed in front of his eyes like a streamer, just for a moment, all the experiences flashed again, Fang Yan knew that this was his last moment, this time, the Yin Shen Dao people would not leave any chance for themselves, after he was killed, I don't know if Yao Guang could escape this catastrophe.

Suddenly, Fang Yan noticed a red in front of him, and the red cicada that didn't have time to put away after being released, the last sword light red cicada was injured in front of him, and he didn't block it, but this one reacted, circled into a flame, and protected Fang Yan's body in a slight.

only heard a tearing sound, Fang Yan suddenly felt the rapid passage of the red cicada's life, this companion who had accompanied him for more than ten years, the spirit pet that he had personally hatched, and the red cicada that had always regarded him as a child, died like this?

The flying sword that passed through the red cicada deviated slightly from the direction, once again piercing through Fang Yan's body.

Fang Yan seemed to be a little sluggish, blood came out, sprinkled on the red cicada that fell in front of him, just as the blood of Fang Yan reached his body, the red cicada that had no breath suddenly turned into a firelight, submerged into Fang Yan's body, and disappeared without a trace.

The Yin Shen Daoist on the opposite side was also depressed, and he killed a group of Jindan monks by himself, but he didn't succeed three times in a row, which was a great shame, and he had to make the final blow when he shook his hand.

"Huh?" The Seal Shinto Taoist looked ahead in surprise, and the dialect that was originally standing there suddenly disappeared, if it weren't for the things scattered on the ground, as if they hadn't appeared at all, without a trace of fluctuation, there would be no trace.

Yin Shendao's heart tightened, could it be that Ji Yaoguang had already finished refining that jade? Hurriedly looked around, after the soul devouring array dispersed, the waterhole in it was revealed, and Ji Yaoguang, who was originally there to refine and collect goose topaz stones, had long since disappeared, and the jade stone had become much darker.

Without the slightest pause, or even to track down the whereabouts of the dialect, the Seal Shinto immediately put away the ring, strode out of the space, and left in a hurry.

As soon as the Yin Shen Dao people stepped out of this space, they noticed that the prohibitions around them had changed, and the original harmless places for humans and animals suddenly became places of death, and when they arrived here, the last trace of hope in the hearts of the Yin Shen Dao people was also shattered, regardless of the injuries in their bodies, they sacrificed the Yin Shen Monument that had not been used since they came in, and after a spatial fluctuation, they disappeared, and as for the remnant soul of Rong Hao who was still there, they didn't care about it.

"Yaoguang, have you completely refined?" Fang Yan, who originally thought that he was going to die, suddenly saw Ji Yaoguang in front of him looking at him with a heartache on his face, and the aura emanating from Ji Yaoguang's body was the breath of Jindan.

"Well, dialect, I have been able to control many of the prohibitions here, you can restore them here first. ”

Ji Yaoguang casually sent out a few mana, and Fang Yan felt the surrounding mana fluctuations, and a forbidden formation that he couldn't see through appeared in front of him, firmly protecting himself.

Fang Yan knew that he was safe for the time being, but it was most important to restore his strength, so he immediately closed his eyes and crossed his knees, preparing to refine the spiritual spring water in his body.

As soon as the divine consciousness entered the body, Fang Yan suddenly sensed a familiar aura coming from his Qiankun pot, who was it not the red cicada.