Muchen once again showed the dozen Hunyuanbao umbrellas and said with cold eyes:
"The power of technology stops here. Next, I will use authentic methods of cultivating immortals to deal with you!"
The Hunyuanbao umbrellas unfolded on Muchen's head one after another, forming an umbrella array.
Ning Tu was furious: "It's useless no matter what you do! I have changed my mind. I will leave a trace of your soul and tame it completely, and I will transform your body into the filthiest beast.
Find countless monsters to have sex with you#!"
Muchen's face was pale. He came out and opened the realm again this time. Opening the realm twice in a short period of time was really too taxing on him.
The Hunyuanbao Umbrella makes a sound of "嬻欻". They are happy and welcoming the arrival of a supreme being.
The only one among the Hunyuanbao Umbrellas with a weapon spirit took the lead and flew out. The big-headed weapon spirit sat on the umbrella with a pious look on his face. He whispered:
"Welcome to the Heavenly King of Lingzunzhuangguo!"
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"What did Lord Ning Tu do? Why hasn't this formation been broken yet?"
The ship of death moved forward at full speed, and now it had arrived in front of the mask of the Nanmingzhou Formation.
The demon cultivators on the ship lost their backbone as Ning Tu and were at a loss for ideas.
"Master Ning Tu is in the Hedao stage. Breaking this formation is easy. Even if he encounters something else, he should be able to help us break the formation!"
A magic cultivator speculated: "Could it be that there are still enemies in Nanming Prefecture that can entangle Master Ning Tu?"
The other demon cultivators directly denied him: "How is that possible? This one breaks Nanmingzhou and it takes a lot of effort to become a god!"
The demonic cultivator retorted: "Although this place is remote, many great powers have come here over the past tens of thousands of years! I suspect that some righteous sect has come to support us!"
As soon as these words came out, the other demon cultivators were a little moved. The rule that immortals and demons are not at odds has always existed. It is impossible for the immortal cultivating sect to just sit back and watch the demon cultivators expand, and it is possible to come to support them.
"Don't worry, the powerful immortal cultivators who dare to go against the ancestors don't have time to come over now! These immortal cultivating sects can at most send a strong man from the Hedao stage to come over for support, but Lord Ning Tu is not an ordinary Hedao stage demon cultivator.
There are also gaps among the ranks!"
"That's right. We shouldn't mess up the formation now. Lord Ning Tu is not here, so we can complete the mission of our ancestors by ourselves, quickly find the weak points of this formation, and work together to break it!"
These demon cultivators who have lived for thousands of years are all old foxes who have become spirits, and they quickly analyzed the situation clearly.
But at this moment, the thousand-foot-long ship of death suddenly began to bump, and the sea surface bubbled, as if it was boiling.
"There's something under the sea!"
The magic cultivators reacted very quickly and immediately fled from the death ship.
But the thermonuclear weapon exploded even faster! With a bang, even the Nanmingzhou Formation was affected and started to shake.
Another mushroom cloud slowly rose from the sea level, covering an area of hundreds of miles, setting off huge waves and crashing on the light mask.
"All the thermonuclear weapons produced during this period have been used up. According to the ideal situation, half of the opponent's Nascent Soul monks can be killed, and then a tough battle will begin!"
In the war room of the initial place, the expert team said.
Zhao Ling is sitting on a metal chair. This time she is not wearing the mask she usually wears, but a very heavy and weird helmet.
Zhao Ling's yin and yang pupils opened, and there was no emotion in his eyes. One gold and one gray pupils both released intense light.
All combat instructions are conveyed through her spiritual consciousness.
"All extraordinary people, get ready! The first phase begins!"
"Senior monks are on standby!"
"Biochemical units on standby!"
And outside Nanmingzhou, after the huge mushroom cloud dispersed, the death ship at the center of the nuclear explosion still existed. Although it was in dilapidated condition, it could still be seen. It seemed that the people who refined this death ship were still there.
The materials are extraordinary.
"What kind of magical power is this? Is it a catastrophe?"
With a flash of inspiration, the remaining demon cultivators returned to the ship of death.
They quickly counted the people who were still alive, and their faces were very ugly.
All those under the Nascent Soul on the ship were killed. Sixteen Nascent Soul monks were left, and four of the Soul Transformation monks were left. Those two big bastards were arrogant and did not open their domains because they were proud that they could block the attack. As a result, they died.
"This situation can actually happen. Two bodies even died in the transformation stage. These ants in Nanmingzhou are really crazy!"
Even though he said that, everyone was still frightened when they thought of the horrific explosion just now.
"It's impossible for them to still have a trump card! Break the formation! They definitely don't have the combat power of a god-transformation monk, kill them!"
A cultivator with the highest level of spiritual transformation roared angrily, while the other demonic cultivators all had grim expressions on their faces, thinking about how to recover the losses from Nan Mianzhou.
"Everyone spared no effort to break the formation for me!"
The demon cultivators began to look for weak points in the Nanmingzhou formation, but at this moment, they discovered that a large number of people in Nanmingzhou were rushing towards this direction.
But they only glanced at it and sneered. These monks were only at the Nascent Soul stage, how could they block their attack.
"Break it for me! I will turn all these ants into demon slaves later!"
The demon cultivators have already begun to imagine what a tragic scene it will be after the formation is broken. They will make these ants pay the heaviest price and suffer the most terrible torture!
A magic cultivator suddenly realized something was wrong: "The magic weapons these people are holding are so weird, we have never seen them before!"
"So what? If you give a group of ants a sword, they can't hurt the lion. The day the formation is broken is the day when they will be beheaded."
It will probably take dozens of days for these demonic cultivators to break the formation, and Nanmingzhou is gathering all its forces to rush here. Extraordinary people, demon clans, and evil spirits have all set up camp next to the coast where the Death Ship is anchored.
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A tough battle is about to begin!
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"King Dhritarashtra! Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Ning Tu roared and transformed, and the little silver soul turned into a huge evil ghost with three heads and eight arms, holding eight magic weapons: bell, sword, knife, axe, order, beads, human head, and bronze giant.
The three evil ghost heads also bite a black bead in their mouths.
The evil ghost's eight arms moved rapidly, performing a strange dance, and the bright moon emerged from behind him again, but this time the full moon was not as clear as the last time.
Muchen was sitting under the umbrella array. A Hunyuanbao umbrella was spinning rapidly, and a huge golden shadow emerged from the umbrella.
Heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals, the ultimate in divine martial arts!
"Please, King Dhrita, kill the evil spirits for me!"
Muchen closed his eyes, like an old monk entering the earth, communicating with the golden shadow with his spiritual consciousness.