"Don't get entangled, their battle formation is coming soon, and the sacred stone is important!" Mu Zifeng reminded.

Zhou Yang quickly stopped, turned around and rushed towards the pit.

The beating just now was so satisfying that he almost forgot about the real thing.

"Right there!" Mu Zifeng shouted.

Zhou Yang looked down and saw eight square boxes of ancient servants wrapped in a white light, and streams of divine power emanated from the boxes.

"What should I do if I am guarded by a small god-level formation?" Zhou Yang was a little anxious, because those white lights also had divine power fluctuations, and they were obviously small god-level formations.

"Damn it, isn't it just eight sacred stones? It's worth protecting with a god-level formation!" Mu Zifeng cursed.

"There's no time, break the formation quickly!" Chi Lingzi, who had been silent all this time, said suddenly.

"You can stand and talk without pain in your back. You don't have a peerless divine treasure. I use a little less of my soul power. After a few times, my old man will lose his braids!" Mu Zifeng jumped to his feet in anger.

"Okay, the large group of troops is almost here, and they still have god-level heavy artillery that they haven't pulled up yet, so don't wait any longer!" Chi Lingzi scolded.

"You! This is the last time, the last time! After this time, I won't owe you anything!" Mu Zifeng roared.

"Hurry up." Chi Lingzi waved his hand impatiently.

Mu Zifeng had no choice, he had to live in the Red God Sword body, so he could only grit his teeth and admit it.

He gathered his soul power hatefully, and then attacked the piece of white light. The white light shield broke in response, eight square boxes appeared, and a strong aura of divine power rushed towards his face.

Zhou Yang's hands were trembling a little because he clearly felt the fluctuation of the wood attribute power.

Just after he put the last box into the Demon-Suppressing Tower, several formations of light suddenly struck at an astonishingly fast speed.

Zhou Yang was startled and tried his best to move aside, but he was still a little slow. The edge of the formation's light hit his robe, and a piece of flesh along with it turned into fly ash.

Ignoring the excruciating pain, he desperately used the fire escape technique to escape, and his speed was much faster than before.

After breaking through the two demigods, his escape speed was at least 50% faster. Under the extreme speed, there was fierce friction between his body and the space. The temperature of his body soared, his clothes instantly caught fire, and his skin was about to burn.

One after another, the formation's light hit, but he avoided them all at extremely high speed.

The most important thing is that as the metal golden elixir breaks through to the realm of demigods, his six senses are much sharper than before, the prototype of his soul has solidified again, his soul power has skyrocketed, and although the distance between his spiritual senses has not increased, his six senses have.

It has greatly increased, and the perception of surrounding things is much stronger, and many dangers can be predicted in advance.

Because the dark army attacking Dashao Mountain came from the north, Zhou Yang naturally fled southward, and the south was the territory of the Dark Continent.

He had no choice but to be beaten by the light of numerous superimposed formations. He could only alternately sweep towards the south, and it was impossible to change the general direction.

"Boy, you have already penetrated hundreds of thousands of miles, and further south is the hinterland of the Dark Continent!" Mu Zifeng shouted.

The opponent's battle formation was thrown away by him, but at some point, a battleship equipped with god-level heavy artillery chased him down, which posed a huge threat to him.

"You have to change your thinking." Chi Lingzi reminded.

"Senior..." Zhou Yang was a little confused.

"Think about it, there is only one god-level heavy cannon, but this giant ship is huge."
Chapter completed!