The meaning of sacred light filled the audience.
Gradually, the Yuren patriarch found that something was not right, because the power of the formation on the altar did not increase at all.
On the contrary, it continues to weaken!
"This, what is going on?" Patriarch Yu's expression changed, and he quickly looked at the elder guarding the altar beside him.
But seeing him all smiles, not surprised at all.
"Three Elders, what is going on!"
Yu patriarch asked.
"Haha, what's the matter? As you can see, this formation is about to disappear, and the devil world is coming, just today!!!"
The third elder laughed loudly, his face full of excitement.
"Take him down for me!" The patriarch Yuren yelled coldly.
saw a tyrannical power erupt from the three elders, and directly blasted out the guards rushing up all around.
Then, a pair of black wings spread out from behind the three elders.
Seeing this, all the faces in the room sink.
"Fallen Feather! The Three Elders have become a clan of Fallen Feathers!"
"Damn, what the is going on."
"All this is the calculation of the three elders, it."
The insight eye of the madman of Chu moves, checking the information of the three elders.
"The three elders are absolutely mysterious, the supreme cultivation base, the fallen feather tribe, the demon race that the feather tribe transformed into after being corroded by the devilish energy..."
"No, stop Lan Yu!" The clan leader of Yu said loudly.
But it's too late.
There was a sudden burst of black energy on the altar, and the powerful impact directly lifted Lan Yu off the altar.
The madman Chu's figure flashed and caught him, "Is it all right."
"It's okay, but it failed."
Lan Yu frowned slightly, "According to the elder's words, I didn't make any mistakes, but why doesn't the strength of the formation increase but decrease?"
"Haha, because what I teach you is not a way to restore the strength of the formation, but to reverse the formation!" The Third Elder laughed.
On the altar, black air billowed into the sky.
A large black hole appeared in the void, and a horrible magical energy escaped from it, making everyone present extremely palpitated.
"This is the magic well!!"
"Damn, the formation has disappeared, the magic well has reappeared!"
burst out from the magic well, these people all have black wings, showing a strong aura.
"Fallen Feather Clan!" said the feather patriarch gritted his teeth.
The Feather race has guarded the magic well for many years, and many of them have been corroded by the devilish energy. These tribes betrayed the Feather race and ran to the Hell Demon Realm. Over time, they became the Fallen Feather race.
Feather race, the Fallen Feather race can be said to be immortal, and now they are extremely jealous when they meet, and the two sides are at war.
"Haha, after so many years, the magic well formation has finally disappeared." A black-haired man from the Fallen Feathers laughed.
This person is the current patriarch of the Fallen Feather Clan, wearing a set of black armor, holding a spear, and being extremely domineering.
"Lan Yu, you go to restart the formation, and run the method taught by the three elders in reverse." said the patriarch of Yu.
"it is good."
Lan Yu nodded, and swept towards the altar again.
And where would the Fallen Feather tribe make her easily succeed, several Fallen Feather tribe rushed towards her, the devilish energy and Dao Yun exploded at the same time.
"I want to restore the formation, dream!"
But the few people just got close to Lan Yu and were killed by several swords!
Madman Chu made the shot.
Lan Yu came to the altar again almost without hindrance, holding the scepter of light, the rhyme of Taoism flowed, inspiring the altar formation.
Upon seeing this, the Patriarch of Fallen Feather said coldly: "Snipe the female Featherman with all my strength, and you must not let her start the formation again."
"Yes!"
A large number of Fallen Feather tribesmen slew towards Lan Yu.
The patriarch of the Feathers and others would naturally not sit back and watch when they saw this.
"Huh, your opponent is us!"
"Traitor of the Feather Race, die for me!"
In the sky, black wings and white wings are intertwined, and a fight between black and white begins.
A large number of Dao Yun fluctuated and spread, spiritual power collided with each other, flying feathers fell, and the horror breath covered most of the sky.
And the Madman Chu stood on the edge of the altar, not caring about the fight in the air, and took good care of Lan Yu.
Those who dared to approach Lan Yu were mercilessly beheaded.
Neither Yuanying nor Dongxu is his enemy of a sword!
Boom! !
A hand wrapped a wave of Dao Yun and blasted out, as if it was about to collapse the void, and the supreme might locked Chu Madman.
Facing this blow, Madman Chu's expression was slightly solemn, holding the Kunwu Holy Sword, a dazzling purple sword aura instantly cut out.
Sword Qi, big hands collide, and terrifying shock sweeps across all directions.
The terrifying power has broken the earth and made the void turbulent.
Not far away, the three elders' expressions changed abruptly, "This son's combat power is so terrifying, it can withstand my attack!"
Although he said that he really hurt himself in order to make a play, his attack was not something that an ordinary Venerable could resist.
I didn’t expect Madman Chu, a warlord, to be so powerful? !
"Seven Ancestor, look forward to Lan Yu."
The madman Chu said to the void, and then there was a gleam in his eyes looking at the three elders, the sword rhyme on his body gradually rose.
"Since I left the customs, I haven't done my best. I wonder if you, the Supreme, can you make me use it?"
"Chu Madman, this has nothing to do with you. If you leave now, you may be able to save a life, otherwise you will definitely die!"
The three elders said coldly.
"The invasion of the devil world has nothing to do with the common people, how can it have nothing to do with me? Besides, you are going to move, but my person!" The Madman Chu looked cold, and the sword of the holy sword in his hand turned indifferently, and the rhyme of Taoism gushed out.
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"It's terrible, is this really just a warlord?" The third elder's pupils shrank, feeling incredible.
It was even more shocking to him that he was still behind, and saw Madman Chu launching into the domain of the King of War. The terrifying power of the domain made him feel the pressure!
Is he a king of war? !
God TM War King has such a fighting power!
There was a faint fright in the three elders. If the supreme was in his heyday, he might still be able to fight.
But now, his injury can only make him play less than half.
I'm afraid this battle is a bit hanged.
"What, are you afraid?" Madman Chu looked at the hesitant appearance of the third elder and couldn't help but sneered.
Cultivation is not only Taoism, but also Taoism!
The three elders were timid before the battle. In this battle, Madman Chu had already taken advantage, and he cut out with a sword before the opponent could speak.
A horrible sword light obscures the sky and the sun, and the Tao Yun contained in it is even more powerful, as if it could destroy everything in the world!
Slashing the sky and drawing swordsmanship!
Facing this terrifying kendo technique, the expression of the three elders suddenly changed, waving his hands and slamming a palm.
The violent power formed a huge palm print, and the moment the two forces collided, a huge roar erupted and smoke billowed.
The three elders were shaken back hundreds of feet.
Suddenly, he felt a feeling of palpitations, and he saw Madman Chu had come behind him for some time.
slashed down with a sword, and his sharp sword aura made his hair stand upright!
The three elders dodge desperately, but they are still not fast enough with this sword.
Sla, a black wing was abruptly torn, blood spurted wildly, and the screams of the three elders echoed.
