"Hmm? It must be auditory hallucination! Fellow Daoist Zhang has not entered the Dao List at all. How could he appear in the Dao Secret Realm?"
"I didn't expect that my 19th generation of Confucian Saint would die in this place where birds do not shit, and I didn't even have the chance to see Xing'er again in the end."
"But that's good, leave this place where Tiankhao is early."
Fang Tiancheng shook his head vigorously, trying to keep his consciousness awake.
Fang Tiancheng has been so unlucky recently. He has not had a good day since he came to the secret realm of the Dao. He has been working hard to live every day and has never rested for a moment.
Because as long as he has a little rest in this ghost place, he will probably die without a place of burial.
Jiang Chen heard his voice echoing in the Dao Killing Formation, and the scene of seeing Chen Xiaokui for the first time before sounding it, and realized that the person trapped in it thought that he had hallucinations or died.
"If I hear my voice reply, I'm really here to take you out, and you don't have hallucinations."
Zhang Yi said tentatively, and could only pray in his heart that the other party had not lost consciousness and could echo, otherwise it would take a long time to find someone.
Upon hearing this, Fang Tiancheng's eyes lit up, a hint of hope appeared in his eyes, and the Confucian Saint Pen in his hand also waved more powerfully, "Is it really fellow Taoist Zhang?"
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, I, Fang Tiancheng, are here!"
Fang Tiancheng shouted at the top of his lungs.
Hearing this familiar voice, Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Fang Tiancheng was still conscious and immediately avoided the bloody light and rushed towards Fang Tiancheng.
When the two met, Fang Tiancheng was wearing a tiny wound on his body, the blood on his body had solidified, and he was even more embarrassed, but his eyes were still as bright as ever.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, is it really you? Why are you here?"
Fang Tiancheng saw the familiar figure in front of him, felt very friendly and asked with great excitement.
"Don't talk about other things, let's find a way to go out first. Have you discovered anything you have been here for so long?"
Zhang Yi also wanted to solve the problem of the Dao Killing Formation within one stick of incense, so that is the safest.
"Discover? I've been escaping for life these days, so where did I find anything? I didn't dare to stop for a moment."
Fang Tiancheng's movements did not stop when he answered, and he kept waving the Confucian Sheng pen to compete with the blood-colored light.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi's brows frowned. This situation was much worse than he had imagined.
"Last time, Jiuwei was in the Dao trap formation. This time, Fang Tiancheng was in the Dao killing formation, focusing on killing, and was full of murderous intent everywhere..."
Zhang Yi quickly calmed down and analyzed everything about the Dao Killing Formation.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, if you have a way out, go out first. Just remember to bring me a message to Xing'er."
"Tell her that I will always love her. It is my blessing to be married to her in this life."
For the other party, Tiancheng was very satisfied to see his old friend again before he died, but he didn't want Zhang Yi to be implicated by him.
"What nonsense is it! Let's go together if you want to leave!"
Zhang Yi glared at Fang Tiancheng and scolded him angrily.
"Can you hold on now?"
Zhang Yi suddenly discovered that although these blood-colored lights were fast, they were not irregular at all.
"It's OK, what?"
Fang Tiancheng asked in confusion.
"With all the blood-colored light, I'll find a way to break the formation."
After saying that, Zhang Yi turned into a thunder and swung his sword at the edge of the killing formation, but what greeted him was a more terrifying murderous intent.
A huge blood-colored murderous intent enveloped Zhang Yi, as if he wanted to crush Zhang Yi to pieces. Fortunately, he was strong in physique and had a supreme robe to protect his body, so he was shocked and safe.
"Sure enough, strong attacks are still not possible. Is it feasible to break the Dao Killing Formation by breaking the Dao trapping formation?"
Zhang Yi frowned and tried to turn his own great way into nothingness and forget everything, but the blood-colored light around him still did not dissipate, and was all destroyed by the writings of Confucian Saints.
"No! How can we break this great killing formation?"
The result is obvious to tell Zhang Yi that the method of breaking the Dao trapping array is not effective for the Dao killing array.
Zhang Yi suddenly looked up at the sky and found that all the blood-colored lights finally gathered into the word "kill", which contained the great way to kill, which was extremely terrifying.
"If you kill, everything will be destroyed. How can you break the formation? Only the one way of death!"
Zhang Yi looked at the murderous intent in the void, and under the overwhelming murderous intent, Zhang Yi fell into an enlightenment.
At this moment, Fang Tiancheng was already sweating profusely, his hand holding the pen of the Confucian Sheng began to tremble, dozens of wounds on his body appeared, and blood dyed his white shirt red, and there was no such thing as a weak scholar.
He is like an evil ghost crawling out of the blood-colored purgatory.
But he knew that Zhang Yi was at a critical moment and did not choose to disturb Zhang Yi. Instead, he silently protected Zhang Yi and helped him withdrew all the bombardment of blood-colored light, and even a scream did not make a scream.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, it's enough for you to come here to save me. I will definitely not let you have any trouble, even if you give your life!"
Fang Tiancheng forced his consciousness, and the Confucian sage pen in his hand kept waving, countless literary spirits pouring out, colliding with the blood-colored light.
There were several times when the blood-colored light was about to hurt Zhang Yi, and Fang Tiancheng used his body to block the damage.
"I realized that only one way of death can break the formation, and the end of the way of killing is the way of death."
Zhang Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and his vitality began to dissipate. In less than a moment, he turned into a monstrous death breath, as if he had turned into a walking corpse.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang?!"
This situation scared Fang Tiancheng, but he also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhang Yi still looked like he was fine.
When the surging death aura erupted from Zhang Yi, the blood-colored light in the sky suddenly became much dimmer, and even the speed and murderous intent contained were weakened a little, which could reduce Fang Tiancheng's pressure.
"Hmm? What's going on?"
Fang Tiancheng looked at Zhang Yi, who was emitting death aura all over his body, and then looked at the sudden change of the Dao Killing Formation, and couldn't help but feel a little confused.
The next moment, Zhang Yi condensed all the death aura on the Tianyang Sword, and a black sword light containing the Avenue of Death broke out of the air, making all the blood lights around him pale.
"Boom boom boom!"
Accompanied by a shocking sound, it seemed as if a broken sound was heard, the blood-colored light in the sky dissipated, and the murderous intent also disappeared, only a trace of death remained.
"I broke the formation! I didn't expect that I could understand the Great Way of Death."
Zhang Yi put away the Tianyang Sword, and the dead energy on his body completely dissipated, and everything around him returned to peace.
Obviously, the Great Dao Killing Formation has been broken, and the Dao of Death that he comprehended at the same time made Zhang Yi happy.