There are nine people standing in the star field above Qijue Palace.
One person is painted for Jun Qian, wearing white clothes and holding a silver gun.
There were also eight old men, dressed in simple cloth, and their bodies sometimes exuded a decayed and ancient atmosphere. Feng Junzhuo's body was also entwined with a few traces of impending death.
This battle attracted everyone's attention. Many strong men directly took out the treasures and planned to burn the images of this battle so that they could slowly appreciate them in the future, or let future generations understand the Dao marks in them.
The Eight Gate Array is one of the powerful foundations of the Qijue Palace. The eight ancestors headed by Feng Junzhuo and the weakest ancestor are all in the late Mahayana realm. If the array is set up, it can suppress countless powerful enemies in the world.
Jun Qianhua shouted loudly and pointed his spear at the eight ancestors: "Fight!"
"Set up the formation!" Feng Junzhuo put away the crutches in his hands, and his bent waist slowly straightened up. The shriveled skin shone again, and the little remaining blood was boiling and rolling.
In order to express his respect for Jun Qianhua, Feng Junzhuo used up the little remaining vitality to keep himself in a better condition and set up a formation to fight.
The other seven ancestors are like this, burning their lifespan and restoring their combat power to their heyday.
Eight ancestors surrounded Jun Qian Hua in the center, and the Tao patterns between each ancestor blended into each other, forming string-like thin lines with those adjacent to them.
Buzz——
As the formation began, endless Dao Yun poured out from the bodies of the ancestors. Law restrictions spread to all parts of the star sea, and the battlefield turned into a sea.
From time to time, water ripples rise on the sea surface, forming a whirlpool of flames that spurt out. In another place, thousands of thunders roll in the depths of the seabed, and may break through the water at any time, which is strange and unpredictable.
The Eight-Gate Array contains eight different magical powers, controlled by the eight ancestors respectively. It is in a mysterious balance, with Taoism and Dharma blending together.
"This is the eight-door formation of Qijue Palace, it is extraordinary."
The body of the strongest man in the world is tense, and he can feel the terrifying pressure of the formation from a long distance away.
After Feng Junzhuo and others completed the arrangement of the eight-door polar formation, Jun Qianhua was ready to take action. Jun Qianhua wanted to tell the world with practical actions that he was no longer the young man who allowed others to bully him, but a peerless person standing in the clouds.
Outstanding people.
"Drink!" Jun Qianhua let out a long roar and stabbed Feng Junzhuo with his silver spear.
Feng Junzhuo waved his hand and used the water escape technique of the eight-door formation.
Boom——
A huge wave rose up, blocked Feng Junzhuo from behind, and rushed towards Jun Qianhua.
The power of the silver spear broke through the huge waves. The force of the spear shattered the surrounding formations and overturned the waves.
Feng Junzhuo used the power of the formation to weaken Jun Qianhua's blow, formed a seal with his hands, and a circular shield diagram appeared in front of him.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the silver spear pierced the shield, causing an obvious gap to appear in the shield. The cracks spread in all directions, and the shield was about to break, and Feng Junzhuo had to retreat some distance.
"Take action!"
The ancestors guarding various parts of the formation were ready to attack, looking for a suitable opportunity to attack. When they found Jun Qianhua standing in the water formation, they looked at each other, understood their thoughts, and activated the formation together.
"Yu Lei, Zhen!"
An ancestor wearing purple cloth stood in the void, and every part of his body was entangled with the law of lightning. This ancestor formed a seal with his hands, and pointed his left index finger towards the starry sky and sea.
The next moment, the tens of thousands of thunders at the bottom of the sea broke through the water, turned into countless ferocious thunder dragons, roared for nine days, and rushed towards Jun Qianhua.
On the other side, an ancestor dressed in red cloth used Taoist magic, and the array occupying one of the eight gates turned into a monstrous fire field. Pillars of fire soared into the sky, and the sea of fire transformed into various strange creatures with majestic momentum. They rushed out at the same time,
Covering this starry sky.
There are also storm formation diagrams, the power of the five elements, etc.
All kinds of terrifying Taoist and magical powers headed towards Jun Qianhua, drowning him in an instant.
Feng Junzhuo resisted Jun Qianhua's attack and worked with his old brothers to deal with Jun Qianhua. Now that the war has begun, we cannot take it lightly and need to use all our strength.
"Rumble--"
A bright light shines on the starry sky battlefield. The terrifying and oppressive atmosphere spreads to all parts of the world, making many monks feel their hearts sinking, a sense of suffocation rushing over their faces, and their expressions of horror.
The senior officials of Qijue Palace pursed their lips tightly, hoping that the eight ancestors could defeat Jun Qianhua. In this way, the face of Qijue Palace could be saved, and it could even deter the heroes.
However, Jun Qianhua is revered as the White Emperor, can the ancestors really suppress him?
Many people remained skeptical and watched the situation on the battlefield intently.
Xu Changge sat sipping tea and caught the traces of a law of the Eight Gate Array. He looked solemn and murmured to himself: "The formation left by the Qijue Emperor is indeed not simple!"
With the eight-door formation alone, the Qi Jue Palace can stand in the world without fear of small and large opponents. Unless the Qi Jue Palace cannot even gather eight Mahayana monks.
Facing various Taoist techniques, Jun Qianhua remained calm and composed, waving the silver spear in his hand and smashing the mighty Taoist techniques one after another. On the battlefield, Jun Qianhua dealt with the killing moves of the Eight Gate Formation with ease.
Tens of thousands of thunderbolts spanned hundreds of thousands of miles of sea of stars, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth. Such terrifying power was enough to kill most of the Mahayana monks in the world.
However, Jun Qianhua brandished his silver spear and directly led the lightning into his body, leaving him unscathed.
Another sea of fire rushed in, but Jun Qianhua dispersed it with a flick of his sleeve, and was extinguished in an instant.
This battle lasted for more than a hundred rounds, and Jun Qianhua didn't have the slightest scratch on his body, and even the corners of his clothes didn't show any signs of damage.
A certain ancestor moved a giant cauldron about 10,000 meters long from top to bottom, trying to press Jun Qianhua under the giant cauldron.
Jun Qianhua looked up and raised the silver gun above his head.
Swish——
A ray of white light gushes out from the tip of the spear, piercing through the giant cauldron in the blink of an eye, and injuring the ancestor who controlled the giant cauldron, forcing him to retreat to the core of the formation to avoid the power of the silver spear remaining in the void.
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"Don't be careless."
An ancestor dressed in gray cloth controlled the wood-attribute formation, and countless vines grew from the void, wrapping around Jun Qianhua at extremely fast speeds.
In just a few moments, a huge sphere made of rattan appeared in the center of the battlefield, with Jun Qianhua standing prominently in it.
Jun Qianhua tried to pierce the rattan ball that bound him with a spear, but found that the gun light could not hurt the rattan.
Each vine contains the law of water, which uses softness to overcome strength. As long as Jun Qianhua can't come out for a short period of time, he can take advantage of the situation to find Jun Qianhua's weakness and defeat him.
The ancestors had good ideas, but they forgot one thing.
Jun Qianhua is not an ordinary Mahayana monk, but a great figure in the world - Bai Di!