To the basket is not blue affinity and the addition of the bi, thank you, pro The moment the formation was shattered, Mu Hibiscus was already close to where the formation was, and the spiritual power storm released within the formation was too violent, exceeding his imagination and judgment.
He was not worried about Zhang Xiaohan's safety, among all of them, Zhang Xiaohan was the safest, not only because she could see the lines of spiritual power that others could not see, and she could easily crack the powerful formation in their eyes, but also because she had the last umbrella, the earrings that Jane gave her, which were refined by Jane for Zhang Xiaohan herself, which was enough to resist the strongest attacks in this world.
In particular, she also sacrificed the Colorful Feather Fan and the Phoenix Wings, one of which increased her attack power and the other increased her defense, and there were not many monks in this world who could be called Zhang Xiaohan's opponent.
But the spiritual power storm not far away surprised him, and the three of Nangong were only early Mahayana cultivators, but the spiritual power fluctuations that could be stimulated far exceeded those of the early Mahayana stage, and even he had a feeling of fear in his heart.
The formation has been cracked, and all that remains is the terrifying sadism, the blue light on Mu Hibiscus's body flashed, and the spiritual power on his body was completely restrained, quietly crossing an arc, sneaking in from the edge of spiritual sadism.
The ancient trees on the periphery had long been razed to ashes in the explosion of the formation, the air was scorching and burnt smell, and there was an incomparably abundant frenzied aura, it was hard to imagine that such a rich aura appeared because of the battle between the monks, if you can concentrate on cultivating in such a place where the aura is abundant, it will not only get twice the result with half the effort.
Hibiscus sneaked in extremely quickly, and in such a sadistic spiritual power, he also felt great pressure, and soon, he passed through the center of the tyranny, but his forward steps suddenly paused, and under the shock, he almost leaked out traces.
Nangong San's mouth and nose were bleeding blood and he was on the ground, and he could judge from the position where they were standing, where they should be the eye of the formation, and he was shocked that not far behind them, next to an erupting spiritual spring, the three huge umbrella-shaped elixirs with monks as the root.
The face is hideous, and the pain is clearly visible.
Anger suddenly appeared in his heart, his eyes quickly returned to the three Nangong people who were on the ground, and the footsteps that fell were about to be raised, and suddenly there was a roar in his ears, deafening, and the spiritual power rolled again, and the spiritual power in his body was also instantly stimulated by the roar and rolling spiritual power, rushing in the meridians, and the feet that had not been lifted were a meal, and they fell to the ground hard, and suddenly, a small ball of light came out of the tumbling spiritual power, and flew towards the direction of the spiritual spring like a thunderbolt, and drew an arc in mid-air, and went straight to Nangong Xiaomeizha.
Mu Hibiscus didn't have time to react at all, his eyes followed the light cluster, and he saw that light group enter Nangong Xiaomei's forehead, suddenly, an impossible thought appeared in his mind, his right hand suddenly raised, his index finger volleyed a little towards Nangong Xiaomei, and a hollow hole suddenly appeared in front of his index finger, and disappeared in an instant, and at the moment when he raised his finger, Nangong Xiaomei suddenly screamed miserably, and his body rolled on the ground, just avoiding Mu Hibiscus's fatal blow.
If you walk up and take a closer look, you can see that this hole has penetrated the sand very deeply, but the sand and gravel around the hole seem to have been melted by the high temperature, and become crystal clear.
Mu Hibiscus missed the blow, his fingers were slightly off, and seeing that the second attack was about to be activated, a yin voice suddenly appeared in Zhihai: "Bias." ” Zhihai turned over the river and the sea in an instant, and the severe pain made the outstretched fingers involuntarily deviate, and the figure of Mu Hibiscus suddenly showed up from the spot, and his reaction was also extremely fast, knowing that if he missed the blow, his divine consciousness would be attacked, but he didn't protect himself at all, and he rushed towards Nangong Xiaomei when he fitted.
The tumbling Nangong Xiaomei suddenly stood up, and the two Nangong brothers suddenly sat up as if they were being pulled, the hibiscus people were still half far away from them, and the three of them all returned to the array, and Nangong Xiaomei's mouth once again spit out a word: "Qi." ” In an instant, the rushing and tumbling spiritual power storm turned into dozens of ancient trees, horizontal in front of Mu Hibiscus, and each ancient tree that required five or six people to hug suddenly split into two, turning into half of its original thickness, and the formation that was originally shattered by Zhang Xiaohan actually appeared again.
At a glance, all the ancient trees in sight are towering into the sky, knowing that these ancient trees are phantoms, but everything is so real.
If it moves, it will pull the formation to run, and if it doesn't move, the formation will not move, and the sister who has taken away Nangong Xiaomei can take the opportunity to recover her strength.
Mu Hibiscus maintained a posture of rushing forward, his eyes staring straight ahead, although there were towering ancient trees in front of him, but his eyes seemed to look through the ancient trees to see Nangong Xiaomei in the eyes of the array.
The right hand was raised, no longer the index finger was tapped, but clenched into a fist, and what he was going to face was not that Nangong Xiaomei in the early Mahayana period, but a powerful Yuan Shen who had been imprisoned for 300,000 years.
The black hole the size of the bowl mouth suddenly formed from above the fist that was launched, and then disappeared suddenly, and on the straight line formed by the fist and the black hole, a cavity of spiritual power rolling suddenly appeared, and the line of sight was fast enough, but it could not keep up with the speed of the formation of this spiritual power hole, as if only the tail smoke rolling at its tail could be seen, pushing the pressure that captured people's souls.
Obviously, he only saw the spiritual power hole, but the fluctuations generated by the huge spiritual power explosion seemed to be excited back along this spiritual power hole, and the deafening explosion that should have occurred did not sound for a long time, only the phantom of the ancient tree in front of him was collapsing and collapsing.
"Zhang Xiaohan, Xiaobao, thank you, don't worry, I will come back to you."
The first sentence of the hoarse voice was still in the ear, but the last sentence was far away, the illusion collapsed, and on the scorching potholed sandy land, the two Nangong brothers who were bleeding from the seven holes froze to the ground, and behind them, Lingquan was still quietly spitting.
The divine consciousness was released, but the two Nangong died no more thoroughly, but the Yuan Ying in the dantian was gone, and in another place, Zhang Xiaohan was standing on the side in a daze.
At the end of Zhang Xiaohan's line of sight, there was a slender young monk, not far from him, the fire fox was lying on the ground, and the nine long tails spread out evenly behind him, as if it was a beautiful red fan.
And around this young monk, there are scattered large black fairy stones, which are mixed with many high-grade fairy stones, as well as a large piece of superb five-color fairy stones, and there are more fragments of spiritual plants, demon pills, and scattered storage bracelets, as if all the things in the storage bracelets have been thrown out.
The young monk's body was surrounded by a familiar and unfamiliar coercion, just like his face, with a very familiar feeling in the strange, he was staring at Zhang Xiaohan, his eyes full of contradictions. t1706231537: