Nine Yang Divine Doctor Chapter 668: Du Tianqi Formation
"Tianyang, it's time for us to do it." Wu Yiting withdrew her gaze to Wu Xue, and the blood-colored battle platform under her bumped into Tianyang's blood-colored battle platform.
"Boom!" The two battle platforms were connected together, forming a huge blood-colored battle platform that occupied almost half of the blood pool. Huge blood qi continued to gush out from the battle platform, covering the entire battle platform in a bloody color.
"Xiao Ting!" Wu Xue rushed up with the blood-colored battle platform under him, but whenever he approached, he was blocked by a powerful force rising from the battle platform.
"Saint Maiden Yiting, it may be a big mistake for you to choose me as your opponent." Tianyang looked at her confidently.
"You are so confident. Why do you have such confidence? Don't get your identity wrong. I am the saint of the witch clan. The power of the saint witch spirit is definitely the strongest power of the witch clan."
"Then I really want to see the strength of the saint of the Witch Clan. I hope you won't let me down."
"Wu Tian, I warn you, you'd better not hurt Xiaoting, otherwise, I would never let you go." Wu Xue roared outside.
"Son of Witch Blood, don't worry. After I defeat Saint Yiting, I will come to you soon." Tianyang smiled slightly at Wu Xue, and he always took Wu Xue's threat seriously.
"Thunder curse, all thunders are fired!" A purple thunder lightning flashed in Wu Yiting's eyes, and a huge thunder curse was shot out in her hand. In an instant, thunder clouds were covered with the blood platform, and countless purple thunders blasted down at Tianyang's head.
"Drink!" Tianyang shouted violently, and a powerful force gathered on his fist and blasted out.
"Bang!" Tianyang's fist broke through the purple thunder, and the purple thunder turned into a thunderstorm all over the sky and spread out, splashing on the blood platform.
"What a fierce power! What a powerful witch body." Wu Yiting stared at Tianyang, and dared to resist his thunder curse with her body. This guy's body must be said to be extremely strong. You must know that her thunder curse is not an ordinary thunder curse, but a real original thunder curse. The thunder curse is the most powerful among all kinds of mantras, and there is no need to mention the power of the original thunder curse.
"Saint Madam Yiting, although your thunder spell is not weak, it has no effect for me who has already cultivated into a great witch body. I think you should give up. Otherwise, I wouldn't be merciful." He had an opponent like Wu Xue behind him. If Wu Yiting could retreat with the difficulties, it would definitely be the best result. After all, he also hopes to preserve his strength and fight Wu Xue for the last battle.
"If I had only this strength, I'm afraid I wouldn't be with the witch clan's saint. The thunder curse is just one of my most basic witch curse."
"Since that's the case, don't blame me." The purple sword in the palm of Tianyang gradually emerged, and a stream of purple sword aura gushed out, gradually covering the entire blood-colored battle platform. The blood gushing out from the battle platform was slowly oppressed by the purple sword aura.
"The four curses appear, earth, fire, wind, earth, and the four curses appear." Wu Yiting shouted softly, and the power surged out of her body, condensed into four spirits and wizards arranged in front of her. The endless four spirits aura gathered wildly, and a huge pressure was pressing towards Tianyang, and the forced purple sword energy of Tianyang began to retreat little by little.
"This saint of the witch clan is indeed very accomplished in the magic spell technique. A mere four-spirit curse can have such power. It seems that her strength is not inferior to the witch blood at all. It may even be slightly better than the witch blood, if the witch blood's trump card has been opened."
"Four curses, kill!" Wu Yiting pushed out the four-spirited witch curse condensed in front of her. The four-spirited witch curse dragged four original spiritual lights and collided towards Tianyang.
"Break it for me!" Tianyang shouted violently, and a purple mark was drawn from the Great Dao Purple Sword, and the four spirits witch curses were broken one after another, unable to withstand the sharpness of the Great Dao Purple Sword.
"What a fierce sword." Wu Yiting stared at Tianyang's Great Dao Purple Sword. Although the four spirit witch curses were just basic witch curses, the power they combined was no less than that of the best witch curses. Unexpectedly, they were shattered so easily, and she had to pay attention to the sword.
"Purple Qi Flows the Dragon!" Tianyang waved the purple sword in his hand, and the purple aura of the sword condensed into purple dragons and rushed towards Wu Yiting with viciousness.
"Time pause!" Wu Yiting cast a time spell, and the surrounding space paused instantly, and all the purple dragons settled in the air.
"Break!" Wu Yiting's affection was thrown out, and it was like a sharp blade inserted into the body of purple dragons.
"Bang, bang bang!" The purple dragons broke, and the pause time recovered. Wu Yiting's affection was instantly withdrawn.
"It seems that it's impossible not to be serious." Tianyang's face gradually rose a little solemn. Wu Yiting's time spell made him start to be alert. The time spell is one of the top witch curses in the witch clan, and its power cannot be ignored at all.
"Twelve Original Witch Curse, Condensation!" The holy witch spirit in Wu Yiting's body began to tremble continuously, and a stream of original witch principles surged out of him, and the original witch curse began to slowly take shape around her, and a huge suction force surged out from above, and the essence of the twelve ancestor witches scattered between heaven and earth began to gather again. The huge pressure of the ancestor witches enveloped Tianyang.
"Ah!" Tian Yang roared angrily, and the bone-refining golden body began to run wildly. The essence of the witch clan in the blood pool poured into his body. His body began to grow continuously, and the aura on his body continued to surge, desperately resisting the pressure of the ancestor witch.
"Twelve Dutian Witch Flags, come out!" A set of black witch flags flew out from Wu Yiting's body, inserted them on the edge of the blood platform, forming a simple twelve Dutian Formation, trapping Tianyang into it. The aura of the ancestor witch above the twelve original witch curse became more and more intense.
"The Great Way Purple Sword, divide!" The Great Way Purple Sword divided into three thousand magic swords, inserted into the blood-colored battle platform, forming a three thousand swords formation, comparing with Wu Yiting's twelve capital heaven formations.
"Original witch curse, combine!" The twelve original witch curse flew out and merged into the twelve Dutian Witch Banners, integrating the original witch curse. On the witch flag, the ancestor witch totem gradually appeared clearly, and a strong summoning force surged out from above, and began to gather the witch spirits and ancestor witch spirits that the twelve ancestor witches scattered between heaven and earth.
Looking at the increasingly stronger aura on the twelve Du Tian Wu Banner, Tianyang's face kept changing. Unfortunately, his soul was sealed and he could not take out the innate array diagram within the soul. Otherwise, with the innate array diagram, his three thousand sword formation would never have fallen at a disadvantage.
"Wu Tian, you should feel honored. This is the first time I have used it since I have cultivated the Twelve Capital Heavenly Flag Formation." Wu Yiting was full of confidence in this formation, which was also her greatest reliance on seizing Pangu's bloodline.