Chapter 656: The Great Array to Protect the Wilderness
Chapter 656: The Desolate World Protector Formation "Ah!"
Hei Fumang screamed and fell into the void. He raised the black iron rod in his hand and swung the sharp sword out of his forehead. Blood surged from the sword wound more than an inch deep.
Hei Fumang was injured by a blow, and more than a dozen realm masters swarmed down from the sky cave and went straight to the thirteen witches. Those thirteen old ghosts were either poison or curses, and no monks of more than a thousand years were no match for them.
When Hei Fumang fell, he caught a glimpse of a Realm Lord intervening in the battle between ordinary monks. He roared and threw out the black stick in his hand, hitting the Ancestral God Mountain directly.
Shi Yu and others were motionless. The target of this attack was definitely not them. Hei Fumang was trying to activate the bottom of the box.
The black stick hit the altar beside Shi Yu and others. The two bluestone slabs were so powerful that they shattered into powder with a "click" sound.
The main continent of Manghuang trembled again, and temples rose from the ground. The monks who fought against each other stood on the ground. Among them was the Tianwu Temple that Shi Yu had seen before, and it was also the most glorious temple among all the temples.
Immediately afterwards, all the temples lit up at the same time. With the temples as nodes, rays of bright light shot out and connected to each other, instantly weaving a large network covering the main continent of the wilderness.
The strength of the wild barbarians in the net increased by more than ten times out of thin air, and the sergeants brought by Yu Luyao were all having difficulty wielding their troops and casting spells, and the situation was instantly reversed.
Yu Luyao's army formation, which had covered most of the land, was quickly destroyed by the wild warriors coming from all directions, and screams of screams could be heard one after another.
The dozen realm masters who pounced down were all actively met by the thirteen witches, and they started fighting fiercely in the void.
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The thirteen witches, who thought they could only attack from a distance and cast spells, suddenly swelled up rapidly. They were all warriors of witchcraft and martial arts with a giant hammer in their left hand and a staff in the right hand. With the blessing of the radiant light of the temples, they performed extremely well.
Less powerful than the Realm Lord.
Shi Yu was amazed when he saw it. Ordinary monks could directly exert the power of the World Lord. In his memory, only he and Jian Kaitian could do it.
Jian Kaitian also found it strange, grabbed my father and shouted: "Old me! If you build a few broken houses in the land of destiny, can't we just kill those absolute masters?"
My father slapped Jian Kaitian's hand away with his palm and said with disdain: "All you think about is opportunism! This is the hard work I have poured into for countless years. The world-protecting formation was built after countless Wu Emperors were hollowed out bit by bit.
Yes, the power you see now will take many years to accumulate after it is used up."
Ling Xiao's cool face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years scanned the battlefield, "It's almost the same as my energy storage talent. I use the formation to store energy!"
"It's almost the same. There are also my wives in the hall, who are among the fierce generals. You will see them later."
My father looked back at the black stick that was still stuck on the top of the mountain. The black stick was already trembling and swinging, about to fly back to Heifumang's hand.
Yu Luyao severely wounded Heifumang with his sword, and when he gained the upper hand, he pursued him without mercy. The sword edge never left Heifumang's throat, skull and other vital parts.
At this moment, he saw that his own army was in a bad situation under the Witch Emperor's formation. He threw out the long sword in his hand with a roar, and in an instant, the majestic sword formation was flying in the air, roaring towards the temples.
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My father was smiling proudly to himself, but Jian Kaitian was unhappy again, "Why does everyone know this trick? A swordsman can split a sea of swords."
"The appearance is similar but the spirit is different. Yu Luyao's move focuses on breaking the formation, Wan Fang's move focuses on injuring the enemy, and what you use just looks powerful." My father scorned Jian Kaitian unceremoniously.
Shi Yu laughed loudly, and the others couldn't help but laugh.
Jian Kaitian was furious, "I obviously learned this move from Wanfang Divine Sword, how come it looks so powerful?"
"Because your strength and speed are far different, do you think your sea of swords can hurt Jue Zhu? At most, it can only disturb the line of sight.
Wan Fang's sword has the power of a full blow, and Yu Luyao's sword has a formation.
What about you? You only managed to condense countless sword bodies, and nothing else!"
My father continued to attack me mercilessly.
As he spoke, Yu Luyao's sword array had already rolled past the first temple. A violent explosion rumbled, and the collapse of thousands of long swords also brought about the collapse of the temple.
The Manghuang boundary-protecting formation suddenly swayed. Although it quickly stabilized, its strength was already a little weaker.
The black stick screamed loudly and bounced rapidly into the air from the top of Zufeng, heading straight for Heifumang. Yu Luyao's skill in breaking the formation with his sword also gave him a chance to breathe.
With the stick in his hand, Hei Fumang roared and counterattacked, swinging hundreds of millions of stick shadows at Yu Luyao who was bare-handed. The sticks were not empty, but they all hit Yu Luyao.
Yu Luyao groaned, bearing the weight with his body, and after taking all the blows from countless iron rods, the sword formation he controlled had broken through the small half temple, and the situation on the battlefield was reversed again.
The barbarians, who only knew how to chop with heavy hammers and axes, were overwhelmed by the overwhelming spells and could only use their extremely strong bodies to resist.
When they were extremely angry, they tried their best to throw out the heavy troops in their hands, but they could only land in the open space between the two armies, and could not hurt Yu Lu and Yao's army at all.
"It's a little trick! We put the formation in front of me, Yu Luyao, but no one has the advantage yet!" Yu Luyao, who was slightly disheveled, looked coldly at Hei Fumang, who was still swinging the bat as hard as he could, and laughed.
To break the formation, you don't necessarily have to destroy them all. If you break a few important nodes, the formation will collapse on its own. This is exactly the case with the wilderness protection formation in front of you.
The still-intact temples extinguished their divine light one after another, and the network of light that protected the world and the shamans quickly disappeared. The warriors who died in the wilderness were not far from half of what my father said.
The Thirteen Witches were retreating steadily without the blessing of divine power. It was a miracle that they could not be killed directly by the Realm Lord.
"die!"
With the sword in his hand, Yu Luyao didn't mean to say another word to Hei Fumang. The long sword penetrated directly into the shadow of the stick, and then penetrated into Hei Fumang's forehead wound.
Jian Kaitian patted my father's shoulder again and sighed: "This old Hei is a bit of a loser. As a barbarian Witch Emperor, he can only tear apart a few pieces of other people's clothes like a shrew, and he is almost stabbed to death."
My father glanced at Jian Kaitian and said, "Have you forgotten what Hei Fumang's true nature is? What kind of clone is he? He can't even use half of his abilities now!"
"Cunning! Witchcraft!" Shi Yu whispered as he stared at the battlefield with bright eyes.
Heifu Mang, who was always at a disadvantage, was about to be pierced through the head by Yu Luyao's long sword. He screamed like crazy, and his screams of "Ahhhhh" were full of anger and despair.
Seeing that Hei Fumang was still attacking in vain with his sticks, Yu Luyao drew his sword and retreated with disdain. He did not want to fight with Hei Fumang like a barbarian anymore. The fight was too embarrassing and there was no way to show off his victory.
The brilliant white light had already gathered in Yu Luyao's free left palm, and it only faded away for a hundred miles. He could kill the severely injured Hei Fumang with his magic!
Victory's eyes have turned to the Ancestral Mountain, and what he wants is there!
After waiting for several months, wasn't it just to make sure that the mysterious skull of the Witch Emperor would not be inside anyone's body?
During this moment of distraction, Hei Fumang, who was screaming and retreating, suddenly had a cunning flash in his eyes, and suddenly swung out the black stick in his hand and hit Yu Luyao's long sword.
Yu Luyao didn't check for a moment, but his sword was knocked down and he faced the enemy with bare hands. However, he still didn't panic. He just thought it was Hei Fumang's death struggle, and raised his palms to blast out a bright light.
What Yu Luyao didn't expect was that the person hit by his fierce light was not Hei Fumang, but the powerful barbarians who came straight up from the Qianbai Temple, and there were actually many realm masters among them!
Men and women, old and young, shot up to the sky like fire from the earth. Everyone was strong and fierce, either empty-handed or holding troops, resisting the fierce light of Yu Luyao and collapsing.
He also rushed into the dense military formation and killed Yu Luyao's army steadily, causing blood to fall on the wild land.
"broken!"
Yu Luyao was just frightened when he saw these sudden warriors, and then he saw that the temples, whether destroyed or not, were all suspended in the air, violently colliding with each other and merging in the void.
In a moment, a mountain-like temple stood in front of Yu Luyao, and more powerful barbarians flew out, rushing towards Yu Luyao and towards the raging military formation on the ground.
At this time, more than half of the barbarian warriors were killed or injured, and it was also the moment when Yu Luyao's last sergeant fell to the ground.
These powerful barbarians exude an aura of power that is more powerful than the Thirteen Witches. When they fall into the military formation, they will set off thousands of feet of blood. As long as the monks who are not world lords, no one can be their enemy.
Among the warriors, a majestic figure is particularly eye-catching. The dark short armor covering his chest, back, buttocks, and exposed arms are also pitch black, as if he had just been fished out of an ink vat.
"Female hunter?" Shi Yu exclaimed, not expecting to see this familiar person again.
The female hunter screamed and rushed into Yu Luyao's army with her bare hands. Her dark arms, legs and feet were stronger than the fine steel rods. Any weapon she encountered would be smashed with a punch or smashed by a kick. The world lord greeted her.
It flew hundreds of miles away in twos and twos.
Under the leadership of this ferocious woman, hundreds of warriors rushed out from the temple and defeated Yu Luyao's army of hundreds of millions. In the blink of an eye, they became sporadic wanderers scattered on the main land of the wilderness. The military strength accumulated over the years is unknown.
, became a passing cloud in an instant.
Yu Luyao was shocked and furious. He had not discovered the true strength of the Manghuang Formation. Tens of thousands of years of hard work had turned into ashes. How could he not be filled with anger?
"die!"
With another loud shout, Yu Luyao stretched out his hand to recall the long sword that had been knocked away, and slashed at Hei Fumang with all his strength. The sword light, as bright as a rainbow, shot through the air and landed directly on Hei Fumang's forehead.
At this time, Hei Fumang's hands were empty, and the black stick was hanging slowly not far behind Yu Luyao.
But seeing Yu Luyao coming at him with anger, Hei Fumang smiled deceitfully and suddenly disappeared from Yu Luyao. When he reappeared, he held a stick with both hands and hit Yu Luyao hard on the back of the head.
Yu Luyao had already swung his sword back the moment Heifumang disappeared. The only place he couldn't see was the direction where the enemy was about to appear.
Moreover, in Yu Luyao's dense spiritual thoughts, Hei Fumang did indeed smile ferociously and swung his stick and hit him, less than ten feet away from the back of his head.
Yu Luyao made a mistake again. He thought he could block the blow, but his long sword was shattered under the heavy blow of the black stick. Only a half-foot-long section was still in his hand.
Although the black iron rod was also blown away by the huge force, only a shallow scar was left on it.
Before Yu Luyao could figure out what kind of magic weapon the black stick was, Hei Fumang, who was rushing toward him, was already smiling brightly, and slapped both sides of Yu Luyao's head with his palms.
He actually wanted to smash Yu Luyao's head with one blow!
What Yu Luyao didn't expect was that countless spells were suddenly applied to his body, and an extremely dull and sluggish body feeling instantly enveloped his whole body. There was no place in his body that was not hurt, and there was no place that was not hurt. Fine cracks quickly covered Yu Luyao's body.
Yao's whole body and clothes instantly turned blood red.
Looking at the palms getting bigger and closer, Yu Luyao's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.
He thought he had been forbearing enough, but he didn't expect that Hei Fumang was also a deceitful person who showed weakness to his enemies and would never show his full strength until the last moment!
"Uh~~ah~~"
Yu Luyao let out a long howl, and with the pain all over his body, he tried his best to explode the energy in his body. He finally broke free from the restraints and tilted his head back, avoiding the attack of Hei Fumang's palms.
A thunderous explosion blasted out from the seam of Heifumang's palm, causing Yu Luyao to close his eyes and roar.
In desperation, Yu Luyao habitually stabbed Hei Fumang with the long sword in his hand. The only half-foot-long sword blade could only scratch Hei Fumang's arm, leaving a deep blood-red mark on his dark arm.
Hei Fumang frowned and immediately jumped back, wasting the opportunity to completely kill Yu Luyao.
"Two old foxes! One never uses more than five points, and the other runs away when the situation is not going well. This fight can't go on!" Jian Kaitian gave a fair evaluation of Yu Luyao and Hei Fumang.
The battle between the two leaders has come to an end, and the melee on the ground and at low altitudes has also ended.
The temple warriors and the Thirteen Witches besieged the remaining invading world lords, but although they could gain the upper hand, they were unable to kill them.
Seeing that nothing could be done and the sergeants suffered all casualties, the dozen or so realm masters who had come with Yu Luyao all jumped into the sky and hung next to the empty cave.
Yu Luyao, also dressed in blood red and panting, stood in the crowd, his sinister eyes swept across the bloody river, then looked at Hei Fumang who was holding a stick and smiling, snorted coldly and hurried away without looking back.