The army of spells appeared so suddenly that even the eight immortal-level powerhouses didn't notice it.
It was because they appeared so suddenly that they were caught off guard.
Nearly a million monks were reduced to ashes in an instant.
Thirty million soldiers were in chaos at once, and the loss of a million monks was not too much relative to this whole, but the deterrence was huge. 400,000 Spell Monks resolutely plunged into this huge torrent of steel, dividing them into small groups.
The eight immortal-level powerhouses were furious, this was a naked slap in the face, under their noses, they were slaughtered by nearly a million people when they met, where will their faces be put in the future When they were about to make a move, they suddenly found that the time and space around them were reversed, yin and yang changed, the power of the four elephants was derived, the gossip began to operate, and an inexplicable Dao power was imposed on them, making it difficult for them to move. roar The eight immortal-level powerhouses roared out in anger, but that Dao power was endless, and they couldn't get rid of it for a while.
The entire void was completely shattered, and eight eternal rays of light shone through the nine heavens and ten earths.
But then they saw an incredible scene, the eight figures were hanging high in the air, and another powerful force directly cut off the void and locked them firmly in the air.
Which cow did such an earth-shattering thing?
In any case, the army of the Great Yan Dynasty was well-trained.
After the initial panic, they quickly organized a fight.
The art of spells is the original creation of Fu Zu, and it can be said that it has its own line on the basis of Taoism, and it has spread out.
The method of supernatural power is to communicate with the small world in the body, resonate with the avenue of heaven and earth, and greatly limit the development of one's own potential.
This requires a lot of talent.
But Fu Zu is not a person with outstanding talents.
So he found another way, with the help of special materials to create a charm, the stronger the charm, the stronger the energy to communicate with heaven and earth.
Monks with supernatural powers are not suitable for the attack method of the same line of spells, because they are constantly spilling spells.
It's like a magic weapon, and it smashes it desperately.
Who can withstand this way under normal circumstances, they should avoid its edge, but there are so many people here, you want to retreat, where to retreat The charm has accumulated countless years of wealth, and this time, with the heart of death, everyone has prepared countless charms on their bodies.
Kill, kill, kill.
Kill as much as you want Unleash to your heart's content Bloodshed this side of time and space, and make this piece of sky sad.
Kill a piece of blue sky and white sun, kill a piece of world peace, and kill a free sky for future generations.
A monk's spirit was subjected to a terrible attack, and his form changed.
He let out a roar that exploded his body.
With a bang, a radius of one mile was violently blown up, and hundreds of monks who couldn't dodge were killed.
The ferocity of the spell's attack became more and more powerful.
With the emergence of a large number of strong men, there was a large-scale death in the Spell Pulse.
As soon as the dragon's hands were suspended, the space within a radius of ten miles suddenly froze.
Whether it's a blue-eyed monk or a spell monk, it's all set there.
The terrifying divine sense was pervasive, and the monks of the Lanyan Clan were quickly pushed away by him.
At the same time, one by one, the spatial blades broke through the bodies of those monks, destroying their spirits.
With a flick of the sleeves of their robes, thousands of spell monks silently turned to ashes.
Long Yi's eyes moved slightly, and the two divine rays were shocking, and hundreds of spell monks were deprived of their vital functions, and their faces became old and turned into dry bones.
The iron pen of the Spring and Autumn Period of the magic robe is a little in the void, and the pen walks the dragon and snake, and it is done overnight.
When the word dead took shape, an inexplicable Dao power was born.
A boundless breath of death formed around Long Yi, that dead air seemed to come from the sea of death, the breath was majestic, vast and far-reaching, something Long Yi had never seen before.
Long Yi's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly activated the laws of space, wanting to escape from this time and space.
Contrary to the monk's instinct, he found that the monk in front of him was far more terrifying than himself.
This made Long Yi very aggrieved, he was known as the number one on the dragon list, and he was only defeated in the hands of Guo Ming for so many years, and he regarded it as the biggest shame in his life.
Now the human race has jumped out of a strong man who has not cut the way, but his cultivation is far beyond himself.
How could it be that the Terrans were so powerful I didn't have time to think about it, the dragon pinched the law with one hand, and the space was superimposed, like a glass door, dreamy and colorful.
He stepped in, thinking that he would be greeted by a wide avenue, but unexpectedly, the breath of death was hidden in the spatial node.
With a pop, the dragon retreated with a bloody slush.
The breath of death hurt into his bone marrow, and his whole body couldn't help but spasm.
In just a moment, Long Yi felt that he had been deprived of a thousand years of life, and his face darkened.
No longer daring to argue with the robe, Long Yi dodged from a distance.
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Several strokes were depicted one after another, killing several powerful and incomparable Dao slashers, and the magic robes soared into the sky.
A spring and autumn iron pen is carved in the void, composing ancient scriptures.
One stroke at a time, swaying freely, all engraved with rhyme.
Through the vicissitudes of eternity, a touch of golden talisman became empty, and the void around it was completely exploded, and its aura was too huge, so huge that even heaven and earth could not bear it.
Fayi's face was a little pale, but his gaze was scorching, staring at an immortal-level powerhouse who had just attained enlightenment.
The blue-eyed immortal-level powerhouse's face changed in shock, and he burst out with endless potential.
The thousands of spell monks vomited blood in a muffled voice, and some of them even exploded and died.
But fortunately, the formation was still not broken, and the Dao powerhouse watched as the talisman seal was imprinted on his chest. yes With a terrible roar, the Dao powerhouse looked like crazy, his divine soul turned into wisps of smoke, and the immortal qi on his body faded at a terrifying speed.
The strong man of the Tao was naturally unwilling to tie his hands, and his eyes turned red because of anger.
Seeing that the immortal qi on his body was getting less and less, the Dao powerhouse Yuan Shen transcended his physical body and came to kill the magic robe.
Everyone was shocked, in this situation, what it means for the Yuan Shen to be separated from the body, I'm afraid everyone knows.
"Kill his body for me."
The robe retreated sharply as he scolded.
Those thousands of monks completed the transformation of the formation in an instant, and the Immortal Extermination Array roared for nine days, shocking the Eight Desolations.
Without the sustenance of the primordial gods, although the body of that strong man was strong, he still seemed powerless in the face of the formation that specialized in restraining the gods.
A shocking lightning distorted the huge figure, falling from the nine heavens and slashing fiercely into the body of the Dao powerhouse.
With a bang, the majestic body trembled, and then turned into powder and fell from the air.
Heaven and earth fell silent all at once, and all the monks stared into the air.
Far away, the Yellow Emperor and others were also stunned.
Is the spell really strong enough to be so powerful just now, the thunder and lightning that transcended everything just now made them all feel terrified.
They believe that even if they can't make them fall.
But a heavy blow is also certain.
The thousands of spell monks smiled at each other, with a touching smile on their faces, and let out a long roar in unison, they kept rising, as if they wanted to transcend this world and override everything in heaven and earth.
It's just why the heavens and the earth are drifting and the blood is raining down.
It is the heartache of heaven and earth, or the desolation of red dust, or the pathos of the human race The Yellow Emperor and the others felt a little pain in their hearts, and they finally understood why that blow was so powerful.
Because that blow needed to condense the spirit of all of them, and that blow was based on their lives and piety.
The Yellow Emperor scolded loudly: "Retreat quickly, don't make senseless sacrifices."
"The army of eight million is menacing, and it is about to fight.
A spell monk watched his brother's blood rain and burst into tears, and the talisman pen plunged straight into his chest.
"With the blood of my heart, I will compose the magic text of the destruction of the world.
Let me fall," the monk roared, and the talisman was suddenly withdrawn, and a wisp of blood shot out from his heart, carving a blurry spell between heaven and earth.
The supreme demon sound sounded, and it seemed that the Demon Venerable of the Ages had awakened and sent out a demonic sound that destroyed the world.
The ancient scriptures were recited, and the monks around them were all bleeding and rolling between heaven and earth with their heads in their hands.
The sound of magic permeated their ears, constantly dying their spirits.
"Brother, walk slowly, wait for me."
A middle-aged man laughed out loud, but why did the tears roll down his face.
He red-eyed and recklessly unleashed the final blow.
One by one, the spell monks didn't listen to the Yellow Emperor's orders at all, and they all delivered the final blow.
In fact, they did the right thing, you must know that they have not much to live, and even if they escape, it is impossible to return to their current state.
Moreover, they are alone, and it is unrealistic to escape.
It's better to make a last ditch effort.
This scene is extremely shocking, no matter how many years have passed, this scene will forever be engraved on the human race's fame.
Large swaths of the Blue-Eyed fell, stump blood staining the entire void.
Long Yi suddenly felt a chill, it was crazy.
A mere 400,000 monks had caused them eight million losses.
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This ratio is unacceptable to them.
The robe's face was solemn, constantly moving in the void.
He cast a spell on the top of the Taixu Shangqing step.
One move and one move is thousands of miles away.
The body of the Daoist powerhouse has been destroyed, and most of the Dao foundation has been destroyed.
In a sense, he lost the opportunity to reach a higher level.
He only wanted one thing now, and that was to kill the monk in front of him.
Whatever it takes.
After dodging into a vast star field, the magic robe stopped, and looked at the Yuan Shen of the Dao powerhouse steadily.
"Why don't you run, you run for me," the strong man snapped.
"Do you know why I didn't run," the robes said in a deep voice.
The strong man was stunned.
"Because Lao Tzu wants to send you to the west in this place."
Fayi's face turned cold, and he said solemnly
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