Chapter 872: Ancient repairs

Dinghai Shenzhu highlights the power, the blood demon figure is unprepared, but the blood mist is directly set in place by the Dinghai Shenzhu, as if frozen.
Yang Jian never expected that Dinghai Shenzhu would be the nemesis of this blood fog.
The ones that he is most familiar with are often the ones that are the easiest to ignore. The darkness under the light really makes him a little depressed.
If you wanted to understand the magical effect of the Sea God Orb, why was it that you were delayed by this person, so that the overall situation of the predicament added a bit of risk?
Naturally, Yang Jian didn't have time to think about it. The divine light in his hand bloomed, and the sea covered the sea changed in a big array. Thirty-six Dinghai Divine Beads rolled up the waves and swept away the blood mist directly.
In the blood fog, the sage of the Dao Dao yelled, and Yang Jian smiled coldly, his eyes shining brighter and brighter.
The saints who were staring at him all trembled together.
In the next instant, Yang Jian ignored the trapped formation with the power of vertical eyes, and went straight to a great saint who formed the formation.
Thirty-six Dinghai Divine Beads followed Yang Jian's feet and rolled the blood mist. Although it could not directly hurt Tu Wujing in the blood mist, it also made Tu Wujing unable to struggle for a while, and could only watch. Yang Jian went on a rampage.
The situation immediately turned to Yang Jian's advantage.
The latter quickly dodged while maintaining the formation, and the other eight saints in the formation immediately urged the formation of changes in an attempt to block Yang Jian's actions.
The power of the big formation converged the mana of the nine saints, and overwhelmed Yang Jian.
Yang Jian's figure was blocked, and the sharp spear in his hand was swung again and again, but the mana rushing forward was endless, making Yang Jian unable to make merits for a while.
After all, the nine saints are here, and although the threat of Wujing has temporarily subsided, but this difficult formation and the joint efforts of the nine saints also made Yang Jian fall into another round of hard fights.
But after all, Yang Jian saw the hope of breaking the game at this time.
Dao Xin gradually calmed down, and calculating the general law of the various changes in the trapped formation in the bottom of his heart, the eyes of the gods had been locked on the great saint, making the other party gradually unstable.
Rao is a Taoist saint who is known to have perfect Taoism and perfect Taoism. When facing the front line of life and death, he will always be a little nervous.
He was waiting, waiting for the other party to make a mistake.
With only a small flaw, Yang Jian will be in trouble; and this trapped formation that implies the principle of the nine palaces only needs to be broken by a great saint, and it will dissipate.
Two overlapping forces!
The long spear in Yang Jian's hand slammed open the heavy roads of the trapped formation, and his figure followed the gap and rushed forward.
The Dadao saint's face was pale, but he still barely calmed down and urged a large formation, and waves of mana gathered around him, once again blocking Yang Jian.
Then, the big formation changed. The saint quickly moved away from Yang Jian following the position of the big formation, and the other eight fellow Taoists gave their full assistance, trapping Yang Jian, who had exhausted all his skills, in the center of the big formation again.
After one difficulty, another difficulty...
However, Yang Jian became more and more courageous as he fought. Both he and the nine sages around him knew that Yang Jian’s escape was only a matter of time.
Tu Wujing was determined to be unable to move. At this time, this person with the highest cultivation level and able to directly resist Yang Jian became the most useless person...
"When will the master come to help?"
"Hold it on, that piece of heaven and earth must not last too long. As long as the master solves the saint over there, he will definitely come and kill this one."
These nine great saints whispered secretly, but a few of them had already begun to retreat.
However, none of them dare to really retreat, except for the deterrence of the strongest, it is a situation that is difficult to overcome because of this.
If anyone dared to leave the trapped formation, Yang Jian escaped from the trap, and they would all face Yang Jian's massacre without any attempt to hinder him.
Yang Jian has proved that he has the ability to kill the saints of the Dao in a second.
At this time, in the tomb of the saint in Xuandu City.
"If Yang Jian can no longer get out of trouble, he will be in danger."
"Hey, maybe this is a catastrophe that the creatures can't hide from, Hong Mang Cangyu, why does it always bring such calamity down after giving birth to a creature?"
"The catastrophe is caused by the strongest, and these strongest beings are nothing more than beings. Beyond the Chaos Sea is eternal nothingness. No one knows whether there is a real master in the invisible land."
A group of saints can't stop muttering, the more they speak, the more mysterious their words become.
The things that the saints talk about are naturally different from those of Da Luo and Zhusheng.
"What can we do to help them?" Xue Sheng Can Ling asked like this, and the several saints who were able to take charge were silent.
Liuli Baozhu said: "Although my corpse still has some magical powers, if the holy corpse moves for a moment, the big formation here will burst, giving the strongest under the big formation a chance. This risk, everyone Can't afford it."
"Yes, if Hong Huang can have a few more masters at the peak of the holy realm, it would be fine. A strongest person has already dwarfed them. If one more goes out, the consequences will be disastrous."
"Am I waiting here, still the same as when I was too ruined, can I do nothing?"
A group of saints were silent.
They really cannot leave the tomb of the saint, cannot leave the body of the saint too far...
"Perhaps, there is another way."
The Liuli Baozhu pondered a little, and looked at the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit who was aside; the latter also nodded softly as if he had thought of something, and replied, "Maybe it can be useful."
"any solution?"
"The two Taoist friends don't want to sell them. If we lonely ghosts can help the living creatures in this world, we are willing to give up half our lives."
Xue Sheng Canling nodded lightly, and a little smile appeared on that beautiful cold face.
"In every big tomb, there are always a few monks who have hid here; and although many of these monks have given up their practice, they also have little strength due to the drastic changes in Tao, but if they can be touched The quasi-sages in China go out to help Yang Jian, or they may win Yang Jian a chance."
All the saints nodded as soon as they heard.
It’s just that someone sighed:
These people are no different from walking corpses, they are no more bloody.

"This statement is a bit biased. They are still stealing their lives. Most of them have blood and deep feuds with the strongest. Maybe someone will come forward."
Liuli Baozhu urged: "Now there is only this method, you fellow Taoists go and give it a try. Or you can use exercises, magical powers, and magic weapons to give promises. Perhaps this is the opportunity they have been waiting for."
The remnant spirits all praised the good, and then the light flickered slightly, and the huge tomb suddenly became much empty.
One-third of the remnants of the saints still stay here, because there is no such monk in their tomb.
After a while, some saint remnants began to gather in twos and threes to the place of the glazed treasure master, and gradually, more and more saint remnants gathered here with some monks.
Another seemingly benevolent saint, the remnant spirit, brought more than thirty ancient cultivators in the quasi-sacred realm. Although these ancient cultivators had no gods, they still had some of the demeanor of the past.
Obviously, the number of ancient sojourners in the tomb of the saint is directly related to the temperament of the remnant of the saint and the remaining roads.
There were a total of 216 Gu Xiu gathered here.
Liuli Baozhu looked at Xue Ling and said with a smile: "You are better at morale-shaking things than I am. Tell them a few words. I will teach them a great formation so that they can gather mana."
"Well," Xue Sheng Canling nodded slightly, and then her slender figure was wrapped in light, and when the light faded, she had changed into a gorgeous long skirt.
Although there is not much fabric, it is not exposed; it is somewhat similar to the old clothes, but the style is more like a battle armor.
She shook her lotus step gently, and a faint light shrouded her body. With every step she took, the sound of her footsteps seemed to cut into the minds of the ancient cultivators around her.
Gradually, many ancient cultivators moved their desires, and there was a slight ups and downs in the dusty Dao Xin.
"You should know why you need fellow daoists to take action today..."
Xue Ling's voice is a bit cold, like a peerless saint standing on top of an iceberg without cannibalizing fireworks; but in the cold voice, there is a bit of female-specific weakness, so that most of the present are men. The bottom of my heart became more and more vibrant.
Sure enough, as the colored glaze treasure master said, Xue Ling is more likely to inspire a little morale for these ancient repairs.
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Prehistoric, Beihai.
The defeat of the predecessor camp is already very obvious, and Li Jing's order has also become an active defense, allowing the army to retreat continuously in the echoes of the powerful people.
At this time, they could only reduce the damage as much as possible, and reserve more vitality for Honghuang.
They may be defeated in today's battle, but as long as the mighty power and the remaining main force here have a chance to escape, the prehistoric still has the chance to regain its strength and come back again.
This situation is not only happening in the North Sea, but also in the Netherworld, and the two female saints are protecting the six reincarnation plates, and have begun to cut the entire capital city from the bottom of the prehistoric land, and are about to escape into the chaotic sea.
This process is assisted by God, but it is not too troublesome.
At this point in the war, the cultivators damaged by the prehistoric were countless; and the army of the strongest had consumed more than 60% of its troops.
However, because the old division of Xeons put too much pressure on the side, the reinforcements of the Chaos Spirit Race could not continue to join the battle. They could only do their best to resist the impact of these old divisions ~ EbookFREE.me~ The frontal battle was defeated.
Marshal Li Jing's eyes were also red, and the beating heavens and soldiers shed a lot of tears in the sky, but they were still waving the mallet in their hands with all their strength.
Wu was roaring, it was an unwilling roar, they wanted to continue fighting until the last drop of blood was drained, but they were forcibly driven to the back formation by a group of immortal soldiers in Huoyun Cave.
Venerable Aoki is still commanding the battlefield while he is fighting, and although he feels that he can't keep all these primitive monks, he doesn't want to let go of the remaining blood of the Pan God.
The final ending of this battle was around the retreat of the witches, the attack and killing of the strongest army, and the cover of the monks of the predecessors.
On the coast of the North Sea, above the mountains, Chu Qi frowned slightly...
There is a cruel question before them.
If Beihai is defeated and the monk retreats to three thousand worlds, then...
Who will guard the secular world of the human race in Nanfan Island?