Chapter 421: Suppress and kill, descend the Holy Gate
Chapter 421 Suppressing the killing, descending the holy door
The cloud giant lion's pounce was extremely swift and violent, biting fiercely at the slowly suppressed dead character.
The sharp claws and jaws tear through the space and create cracks.
But it can't shake the black dead letter.
The moment it touches the dead word, it is like a drop of water falling in the ocean, without even a single ripple.
Not to mention tearing it up.
They can't even stop the pace of their suppression.
A trace of paleness flashed across Mo Fan's face not far away.
With his cultivation at the peak of the Martial Emperor, it is still very difficult to arrange this undead spirit array.
The deathless spirit formation belongs to the most powerful attacking spirit formation among the eighth-rank spirit formations. It is based on the cultivation level of the person who set up the formation, and it can suppress and kill all warriors whose cultivation level is below it. It is unstoppable and irreversible!
It is an extremely domineering formation!
Mo Fan's cultivation has soared to the peak of the Martial Emperor, and he deployed this deathly spirit array with his downgraded and raised spirit hands.
Although there are discrepancies, no one under the peak Wu Emperor will be spared, but there is absolutely no possibility of survival under the seventh rank.
And Zhan Yunxiao, the third-rank Emperor Wu, obviously belongs to this category!
Before when he used the Kurong Finger, he was easily defeated by Zhan Yunxiao, just to relax Zhan Yunxiao's vigilance.
Then he dodged around again, attracting Zhan Yunxiao's attention, but actually quietly placed a magic seal in this space.
Finally, this undead spirit array was arranged into shape.
And then activated by the Zhenyuan pen, an artifact of formation, the power is greatly increased!
This created the deadlock for Zhan Yunxiao.
Today, Zhan Yunxiao will surely die!
As the pitch-black death word slowly fell, Zhan Yunxiao had been suppressed from the sky to the ground by it.
The so-called imperial flight and space transfer can't play any role at this moment.
Facing this word of death, Zhan Yunxiao, a dignified generation of Emperor Wu, was as helpless and vulnerable as a mortal.
"You are an eighth-rank formation mage!" Zhan Yunxiao was shocked.
He finally sensed the death word, which is the power that can only be erupted by the eighth-rank spiritual array.
Mo Fan in front of him is not only powerful in combat, he is not inferior to ordinary junior Martial Emperors, and he is even an eighth-rank formation mage!
The eighth-rank formation mage is already not inferior to the existence of Emperor Wu.
If he accidentally fell into the formation carefully planned by the eighth-rank formation mage, no Emperor Wu would be able to escape unscathed.
Zhan Yunxiao was in such a situation at the moment.
The contempt for Mo Fan in his heart disappeared in an instant, and endless regrets flooded his heart.
To know that he is an eighth-rank formation mage, it is better to save the master and disciple of the medicine saint.
Even if Mo Fan is an eighth-rank formation mage, it takes quite a while to arrange the formation, and it cannot block them.
But I can save my own life.
Now is good, not only the medicine sage has a high probability of not being able to keep it, but even I have to explain it here!
Yao Sheng, who was under the protection of Zhan Yunxiao's domain, was shocked when he saw this scene.
This Mo Fan simply cannot be reasoned with.
Does his formation master attainment improve with his cultivation?
When King Wu was a seventh-rank formation mage, now at the level of Emperor Wu, he can already arrange eight-rank spiritual formations.
And he leapfrogged every time, and his speed was extremely fast, and he never missed.
Even the master of the Conferred God Realm can't guarantee such ability.
The medicine sage can't explain himself at all, why his enemy is so powerful.
His cultivation is only at the peak of the Martial Emperor.
If he waits for him to break through to Emperor Wu, or even to be a martial saint, wouldn't he want to be invincible?
Time was running out, and Yao Sheng didn't have time to remind Zhan Yunxiao that Mo Fan was still a formation master.
He didn't take it to heart either.
In his opinion, a seventh-rank formation mage does not pose any threat to the strong Emperor Wu at all.
The seventh-rank formation method Wudi strong can be destroyed with a wave of his hand.
However, it was this negligence that caused the death of my best friend for many years.
"die!"
Ignoring the chaotic thoughts of Yao Sheng and Zhan Yunxiao, Mo Fan let out a deep sigh.
The death word grew a little bigger for no reason, the black light flowed, and the speed of slowly pressing down became faster.
Zhan Yunxiao put his hands up, made a posture of supporting the sky, and made the final resistance.
The crystal blue true energy surged out from the hand, like a sea tide surging upwards desperately.
But still to no avail.
"ah-"
The word "dead" fell and made contact with Zhan Yunxiao's body.
The domineering power immediately squeezed out Zhan Yunxiao's soul, and at the same time easily crushed and melted his body.
This power to annihilate everything is somewhat similar to the **** magic flame of the medicine sage.
Zhan Yunxiao's soul is after all at the level of Emperor Wu, even if he loses his body, it still won't dissipate immediately.
Instead, they are fighting against the power of the dead word.
If the Deathless Spirit Formation can only suppress the body, it is really not worthy of its reputation as an eighth-rank spirit formation.
No matter how powerful Zhan Yunxiao's soul is, it's only a matter of time before he is wiped out by the deathless spirit array.
Mo Fan heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this.
The deathless spirit array did not disappoint him, killing a Martial Emperor was a scene that he had never dared to imagine before.
He moved and came to wait in front of the medicine saint who was protected by Zhan Yunxiao's domain.
If Mo Fan wants to break this domain, it is not impossible for Mo Fan, but it will take a lot of effort.
But as long as Zhan Yunxiao is dead, this area will naturally dissipate, and the medicine saint will have no barrier, so why should Mo Fan bother?
One more thing, if Zhan Yunxiao takes back the domain to protect the soul, there may be a one in ten thousand possibility of escaping from the deathless spirit formation.
However, the probability of this is very small.
And as long as he withdraws the domain to protect himself, the medicine sage Lin Yang will also lose protection, which is still a dead word.
Of course the medicine sage also knew this verse, and persuaded with red eyes: "Brother Zhan, I'm the one who dragged you down!"
"His target is me, you take back the domain, there is still a glimmer of life!"
Zhan Yunxiao's spirit is trembling, the struggle with the Undead Spirit Formation has reached the end of its strength.
After all, he still couldn't resist the dominance of the Absolute Death Spirit Formation.
Perhaps it is about to lead to death, and the scenes of life flash across the eyes like a horse watching flowers.
The most important person in these long years is none other than the once high-spirited Medicine Sage.
Gritting his teeth fiercely, Zhan Yunxiao mustered his last strength and shouted: "Brother Yao, without you, I would not be where Zhan Yunxiao is today! I owe you more than one life!"
Then he gave Mo Fan another look full of hatred: "I won't let you succeed!"
His divine soul suddenly ignited, and the white soul fire quickly spread through his soul.
The bone-eroding pain distorted his face.
"Don't! Zhan Yunxiao, what are you doing!" Yao Sheng anxiously stopped him as if he had sensed something.
Tears could not stop dripping from his eyes.
With the burning of the white flame, a ray of golden light shot directly into the sky from Zhan Yunxiao's soul, and expanded rapidly, forming a golden beam of light.
The light beam draws a mysterious pattern in the sky.
A simple and magnificent portal is gradually taking shape in the sky.
A breath so terrifying that it made the world tremble slowly escaped from the door.
Mo Fan's pupils contracted suddenly, looking at the portal that appeared in the sky due to Zhan Yunxiao's burning soul.
Muttered three words: "Jian Shengmen!"
(end of this chapter)