Chapter 475: Killing Holy Spirit Formation
Chapter 475 Killing Holy Spirit Formation
Mo Fan also sensed that this sea of flames seemed to be a space opened up by Saint Yunluo.
She filled the space with flames, like a huge medicine cauldron.
She is training herself!
Mo Fan was shocked!
He remembered what he had seen in his previous life, that the Great Sage Equaling Heaven was imprisoned in the Eight Diagrams Furnace by the Taishang Laojun and sacrificed for seventy-nine forty-nine days.
But although he pretends to be the Monkey King, he doesn't have the ability to be the Monkey King.
What's more, he was not like Monkey King at that time, he was knocked down by King Kong Zhuo, and he had no ability to resist.
"You have domains, so do I!"
Mo Fan let out a deep drink, and the aura around him suddenly exploded.
A purple-black thunder fell from the sky, tearing a gap in the impenetrable sea of flames.
"What?" Saint Yunluo was shocked.
She felt that in her domain of saints, there was actually a power of the domain!
The power of thunder was brought down by that space.
What made her even more unbelievable was that the power of that space was even more domineering and advanced than her Divine Fragrance Domain!
She couldn't believe it, this is a power that a Martial Emperor can control.
"呵呵."
"Boom! Boom!"
Countless electric currents swept across the sea of flames, drawing countless scratches.
Countless thunderbolts fell from the sky, smashing gaps one by one!
There are signs of collapse in this incense field!
"what happened?"
Everyone looked in disbelief at the sea of flames covering the sky and the earth.
This sea of fire was originally like the sun falling into the world, scorching hot, making people afraid to approach.
Now it is like an egg that has been dropped on the ground, cracked by thunder and poured into it, it seems that it will collapse in an instant!
The pupils of the nearest Great Sage Pingtian suddenly shrank: "He actually opened the space at the eighth level?"
Pingtian Dasheng understands, no wonder Mo Fan can absorb all the thunder that has accumulated for thousands of years in the thunder pool.
It turned out that he opened up the space that can only be found in the realm of martial saints in the realm of Emperor Wu, and evolved through the refinement of thunder.
Although Mo Fan's space is not as large as that of Yunluo Saint, its hardness and power are far beyond the latter.
This is only just entering Emperor Wu.
I dare not imagine how powerful Mo Fan will become after he truly enters the holy realm.
Time seems to stand still, and space seems to freeze.
The crisp sound of "Kacha Kacha" hit everyone's hearts bit by bit.
Every time it rings, the crack in the field of Shenxiang expands a little bit, like a layer of fragile egg shells, which can no longer bear the urgency of the chick to see the sun again.
Every time it rang, Saint Yunluo's face turned pale, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
Until the end, a scream broke the scene that pierced the silence.
Sage Yun Luo spat out a mouthful of blood, looking listlessly at the sea of flames in front of him.
"boom-"
There was a bang, the sea of flames burst, and there was a thunderbolt!
Mo Fan held the iron rod with red eyes, and his scarlet cloak fluttered in the wind.
Beside him, countless thunderbolts hovered like thick black snakes, and dense electric arcs covered hundreds of meters around him.
Everyone belonging to Jilei Mountain can feel it. How is this a monkey?
It's clearly a walking pond!
Whether it is the Nine-Tails Demon Monarch, Envoy Monarch, Kuanggu Monarch, or even the Great Sage Leaping to Heaven.
They have all walked through the mine pool once, and deeply experienced the horror in the mine pool.
The current Mo Fan is almost equivalent to a mine pool.
Such an existence, ordinary martial arts saints can't compete with it!
Just like the saint of Yunluo.
Her combat power is not insignificant, and the dominance of Shenxiang Zihuo is unparalleled.
But in front of Tianlei, it is still not enough to see!
Mo Fan looked coldly at the slumped Saint Yunluo, revealing a serious danger.
The outcome has been decided!
He also needs to add the winning weight!
Fingers moved gently, and the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth surged, and under the guidance of Mo Fan, it slowly condensed into a crystal long sword with a length of ten feet, hanging in the air.
From the edge of the sword to the saint of Yunluo!
Yun Luosheng only felt a sense of suffocation rushing towards her face, like an irresistible big hand strangling her neck.
"Ninth Grade Spirit Formation!"
Everyone looked at this aura sword and exclaimed!
With that power, even the Great Sage Yuetian felt that his life was threatened.
Xu Xing'er even covered her mouth in astonishment and said, "Slaying Holy Spirit Formation!"
The Killing Holy Spirit Formation is one of the nine-rank spiritual formations that is widely spread in the world of formation mages.
It was not called this name in the past, but because it had actually beheaded a saint, so it was called the Killing Holy Spirit Array in the circle of magicians.
However, although the Killing Holy Spirit Formation arranged by Mo Fan has reached the ninth-grade level, its power is still slightly weaker than the real Killing Holy Spirit Formation, and cannot reach the peak.
He is best at the Four Holy Spirit Formation.
Only worried about being recognized by Saint Yunluo and causing unnecessary trouble, he used the Holy Spirit Killing Formation.
But even if it is not the most peak Killing Holy Spirit Formation, it is enough to threaten the life of Saint Yunluo, a martial saint who has just entered the holy realm.
Mo Fan really wanted to kill him!
"Not good! Yunluo hide away!" Yao Sheng eagerly transmitted his voice.
Can Yun Luo Sheng know that this is not an existence that she can fight against?
The moment her fragrance field was broken and her state was in a state of depression, Mo Fan seized this opportunity and locked her aura.
Using her aura to set up a Holy Spirit Killing Formation.
The Killing Holy Spirit Formation has succeeded, unless it is violently destroyed or the target is killed, it will never stop!
Even if Yun Luosheng fled to the ends of the earth, he would not be able to escape.
She gave Lin Yang a nostalgic look.
She is not yearning for Lin Yang, but a lover who is reluctant to reunite after a long absence.
I thought she was famous and graceful for a while, but I never thought that today she would fall into the hands of a demon king in the demon country.
She regretted a little, why asked Da to come alone.
With her status as a ninth-rank pharmacist, there are many Martial Saints who want to act as her minions, and they can also help at this moment, so that she will not face the Holy Spirit Killing Formation alone.
She really didn't expect that this demon king Qi Tian could really have the means to kill her!
Mo Fan waved his fingers together, and the Sacred Sword turned into a stream of light and went straight to Saint Yunluo.
Sage Yun Luo spewed out a large mouthful of blood, and made seals with both hands!
A group of flames exploded suddenly, forming a terrifying purple to black fireball to meet it!
This is her last resistance!
When the fireball comes into contact with the Holy Sword, the judgment will be judged!
The Sword of Killing the Holy Sword was as powerful as a bamboo, easily breaking through the fireball and cutting it into two halves.
The castration continued unabated, and the sword pointed directly at the throat of Saint Yunluo.
"don't want!"
Lin Yang, Yanzhi screamed hoarsely, wanting to rush to the rescue desperately.
But was stopped by Yao Sheng with pain and tears.
Not to mention the two juniors, even his current strength cannot save Saint Yunluo.
It feels uncomfortable to face death directly, and Saint Yunluo tried his best.
She closed her eyes slowly, and the scenes of thousands of years of life flashed through her mind one by one.
If the skills are not as good as others, it is their own fault.
She doesn't hate.
She only regrets not being able to see her lover resurrected, not being able to help her lover get revenge, not being able to see the disciple who has poured countless efforts into growing up to be happy and happy.
(end of this chapter)