"This man is a cultivator at the pinnacle of the True Master. If we fight alone, no one can be his opponent. Only by joining forces can we find a way out. Form a formation to block him. When a few master uncles arrive, the crisis will be resolved naturally." The big man said,
On one side, a ten thousand mile talisman was emitted.
Venerable Jiaowen's four disciples, who he calls his uncles, are all visiting Mingyuan Island at the moment. Fortunately, they are not far away. As long as they form a formation to block him, they still have a high chance of survival.
Seeing the Wanli Talisman turning into a streak of fire and flying away from the horizon, Yuwen Zhouyuan put his hands behind his back, showing no intention of intercepting him. He had just wondered why the old monster's four disciples were not on the island. It would be best to call them back.
, only by catching them all in one swoop can Jiaowen be pissed off to death.
Although those hundreds of monks were scared in their hearts, they were not stupid. They knew that facing the cultivators of the True Lord stage, running away in all directions would only allow them to be defeated individually, and holding together as a group was the right choice.
They were used to cooperating on weekdays. At this time, many monks even took out formation flags from their hands, apparently planning to form some kind of formation.
There was a sneer on Yuwen Zhouyuan's face, just in time to test his advanced magical powers with these people. Lord Jiaowen did all kinds of evil, and his disciples and descendants were by no means good people. As the saying goes, punishing evil means
Yang Shan, if you kill these guys yourself, you can be regarded as doing justice for heaven.
With the thoughts in his mind turning, Yuwen Zhouyuan rubbed his hands together, and a ball of light appeared in his palms. The energy of the surrounding heaven and earth poured in crazily.
This ball of light rapidly expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye its diameter was more than ten feet.
It seems that the light ball gives people a very terrifying feeling, but Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression is very satisfied. Putting aside other magical powers, after advancing to the late stage of True King, his ability to sense and control the vitality of heaven and earth is far from what it was in the early stage.
comparable.
Although his cultivation was suppressed to the peak of his true self by the rules of heaven and earth because he returned to the human world after crossing the realm, all his feelings of the peak of the true king have not weakened at all!
"Attack!" A trace of fear flashed in the big man's eyes. He knew in his heart that if the other party were to attack first, people like himself would only become more passive.
Attack is the best defense. When facing a strong enemy, we must strive to seize the opportunity.
As the big man spoke, he stretched out his hand and slapped himself hard on the back of the head, and a ball of light flew out of his mouth.
Silver light shines! This is a wheel-shaped magic weapon, with a diameter of only an inch, but when a magic formula is played, it quickly skyrockets crazily...
As for the other immortal cultivators, they also sacrificed their own treasures, including eighteen kinds of weapons, including swords, guns, swords and halberds. Some people also took out the long-cherished talismans and seals. At this time, saving life is the most important thing. Who dares
If you hide your clumsiness stupidly, isn't that just a joke with your life?
For a moment, the aura was dazzling and the ferocity was soaring to the sky. Hundreds of monks above the real-life stage attacked together. The momentum was absolutely eye-popping. If Yuwen Zhouyuan used his body skills to retreat, these attacks would not cause any harm to him at all, but he
No intention of retreating at all.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's whole body flashed with green light, and he immediately transformed into the real body of Zhangba Dharma Body, and then he waved his fist to greet him.
There was a hint of joy on the face of the big man. The other party was too trusting. Even if he was in the True Lord stage, facing the attack of hundreds of people, he didn't even sacrifice his treasures and only resisted with his body. This is nothing like seeking death.
different?
The next moment, the aura treasures swarmed in, surrounding Yuwen Zhouyuan, and then a crackling sound like rain hitting banana trees reached the ears, like a handful of stones being dropped on a small lake, causing ripples in circles...
The monks attacked fiercely and used all their strength. Facing the cultivators of the True Lord stage, they had no chance of winning. However, the other party made the mistake of being careless and underestimating the enemy. This was a golden opportunity, how could they miss it.
Explosions kept reaching the ears, and the violent attack lasted for more than a cup of tea. Everything for several miles was reduced to ruins, and even a mountain peak behind Yuwen Zhouyuan was flattened.
"Huhu." The sound of breathing reached the ears. Although the fighting time was short, all the monks tried their best, and the expressions on their faces were extremely tired.
However, when the smoke and dust dispersed, the disciples and grandsons of Lord Jiaowen all stared wide-eyed. Yuwen Zhouyuan was still suspended in mid-air, and had not moved at all from its previous position.
His expression was extremely dull. To him, the violent attack just now was like a breeze blowing by without any impact at all.
There was a look of satisfaction on Yuwen Zhouyuan's face. He had only used his Zhangba avatar once since it was cultivated. This was the second time. Unexpectedly, the defense this time was significantly better than when he first used it.
Much thicker.
The attacks from the monks on Jiaowen Island were like scratching an itch.
Looking at the stunned immortal cultivators, Yuwen Zhouyuan showed a trace of ridicule at the corner of his mouth: "Little devils, you have beaten enough just now, is it my turn now?"
Naturally, all the monks were bloodless. Although the big man was a cultivator in the later stage of the True Master, at this moment, he was frightened out of his wits. Without saying a word, he immediately turned into a ball of dazzling white light and flew away. As for the others,
How could he care so much about life and death?
But it's too late.
"Quick!" Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his right hand and slowly pointed it at the majestic ball of light above his head. A stinging sound was transmitted to his ears. The ball of light was like glass hit by a huge stone, shattering into countless pieces.
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At the same time, thousands of light blades appeared in sight. They were transformed from fragments. They were of different lengths and sizes. They seemed to be slow but were actually urgent, and flew forward.
"Ah!" Suddenly screams came one after another. Not to mention the real-person cultivators, even the real-master-stage immortal cultivators were easily penetrated by those fragmented light waves.
But in the blink of an eye, most of the hundreds of immortal cultivators were dead.
Only a handful of them escaped to the city. Yuwen Zhouyuan was not in a hurry. As long as they were the disciples and grandsons of Lord Jiaowen, they would all die. Standing here today, it was doomed. No one could slip through the net.
A light curtain appeared in sight.
In the center of Plague Dragon Island, there is a small city. At this moment, most of the monks on the island have gathered here. The protective formation is activated. They do not seek merit, but seek no faults. They only hope to last for less than half an hour.
Kung Fu, the ancestor's four disciples should be able to return here from Mingyuan Island.
The four of them are all True Lord cultivators, and when the time comes, they will no longer be afraid of just one intruder.
"Second brother, do you think this Qiongtian Plague Poison Formation can stop this person?" The speaker was a charming-looking woman, about twenty-seven or eight years old, who was also in the late stage of a true master.
"Don't worry, this formation is extremely strong. Even a cultivator in the late stage of True Master would have to spend half a day to break it. Although this person has amazing combat power, I think he will never be able to break this formation."
The big man with a beard said this, but his face was full of lingering fear. He had just escaped by chance. Thinking that Yuwen Zhouyuan killed hundreds of immortal cultivators with one move, he actually had no confidence in his heart.
In front of the two of them, there was a silver-haired old man. The aura he exuded was that of a late-stage true master, but he was obviously much stronger than the big man and the woman.
At this time, the old man actually yelled at the big man and the woman: "You are a worthless thing, and the other party is only at the peak of the True King. How can you pick me up on Plague Dragon Island alone? Second Junior Brother, if you hadn't stored up the enemy just now,
We, the monks of Plague Dragon Island, will not suffer any losses at all. This protective formation is so strong that it is absolutely impossible for the opponent to..."
Before he finished speaking, the old man's eyes widened and he was speechless, as if he had seen something incredible: "This, this..."
"Brother." The big man and the woman also hurriedly turned their heads following his gaze and looked at the scene in front of them. They were equally shocked. If they hadn't witnessed the scene in front of them with their own eyes, no matter who told them or listened to them, they both felt that
I won't believe it at all.
The rumbling sound reached the ears, and the whole island was shaking, and gravel was falling like rain. Not far ahead, the tall and steep mountain peak was forcibly pulled up by Yuwen Zhouyuan!
The words "strengthening the mountains and overwhelming the world" are used to describe ordinary people who are extremely brave.
However, even if a cultivator is able to soar into the clouds and mist, and move mountains and seas, it is easy to destroy a thousand-foot-high mountain, but it is almost impossible to lift a victim.
A mountain weighs more than tens of millions of kilograms.
The strength required to lift it high above the head is simply unbelievable, and the physical toughness is also unimaginable.
Even the demons who are at the peak of the True Lord's later period will most likely not be able to do this. Could this guy in front of him be a monster?
The three late-stage True Master monks were all dumbfounded. In the light curtain, the other monks on Plague Dragon Island were even more frightened.
One, two...all were stunned.
Then I looked at the giant mountain thousands of feet high, rising slowly like the sun.
At the bottom of the mountain, Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his hands above the top. However, compared with the size of a mountain, he was as small as an ant.
However, this contrast shocked everyone's hearts even more.
When a person lifts a mountain, it feels like it is the residence of an ancient god.
What are the monsters in the later stage of the True Lord? Yuwen Zhouyuan has been taking unicorn fruit all these years, and his body refining skills have never fallen behind. Coupled with the diligent practice of the "Creation of Chaos Art", the strength of his physical body has reached the point.
The incredible situation in the middle stage of the True Emperor, and strength also complement each other.
Any restriction can be broken with brute force. When Yuwen Zhouyuan comes to Plague Dragon Island today, he will turn everything upside down.
"Broken!" A loud shout reached his ears. Yuwen Zhouyuan shook his arms and slammed down the mountain peak in his hand.
The momentum could not be described in words. The huge mountain peak seemed to block the entire sky, and the buzzing sound that rubbed against the air even hurt the monk's eardrums.
The sky is falling! This is the first feeling of many people. Looking at the huge thing falling from the sky, the sounds of crying for father and mother can be heard one after another. Those cultivators have no will to resist and are so scared that their legs are weak.