Chapter 800: A blood! Yin Hong is dead!

The three of the Mother of Lights were busy arranging the formation, and the three of them worked together, and the power was naturally extraordinary.
After the spiritual power was gathered, but within a few moments, the three large formations of the finished font were arranged, completely separating Sanshan Pass and Xiqi Camp.
Seeing this scene in front of him, the ventilation above the tower nodded in satisfaction, turned his head to look at Zhao Gongming, and said, "These three big formations are enough to block interpretation and teaching for a while."
"There are many tricks and tricks. Are you sure you can stop them?"
At this time, Zhao Gongming was puzzled. According to the strength of interpretation and education, these three large formations could not stop the pace of interpretation and education. As long as they needed, they could break through the formation within ten days of work.
If Zhao Gongming were to choose for himself, it would not be an exaggeration to use a large formation to enclose the Sanshan Pass.
I saw the Ventilation God General shook his head with a laugh, his eyes flickered, and he said coldly: "This general will use these three large formations, and let him explain and teach you to lose your soldiers!"
When the voice fell, Zhao Gongming was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the Ventilation God General with some surprise, knowing that Zhenhai Dragon Palace had already planned this matter.
At the moment when Zhao Gongming was shocked, he saw the four streams of light coming in the direction of Xiqi Daying. Zhao Gongming narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Explain and teach someone."
Looking up, the figure of the four Yunzhongzi appeared before the formation. Yuan Jiao, who was in the lead, looked at the four Yunzhongzi and immediately sneered in his heart.
"Come and give your name! The poor will not kill the unknown!"
Hearing Yuan Jiao's frantic cry, Yun Zhongzi's face was cold, and he was about to speak, but he saw Yin Hong who was beside him had already walked out.
Fang Tian painted a halberd in his hand, and said angrily: "Thief General! I am Yin Hong, the Prince of Yin Shang! Give your name, so this general will prevent you from being a nameless ghost!"
When the voice fell, Yuan Jiao was taken aback, then chuckled lightly and said: "Who I was so temperamental at the time, it turned out to be the remnant of Yin and Shang."
With that, Yuan Jiao looked at Yun Zhongzi and sneered: "You are really good at explaining and teaching. While you want to cut down on business, you also want to accept other people's son as a disciple. The two betting skills really make people feel good. Admire it."
Hearing what Yuan Jiao said, Yun Zhongzi's face suddenly fell cold, and he said in a cold voice: "You are ashamed of my three religions when you wait to join the Zhenhai Dragon Palace. Do you still have the face to say this?"
"It sounds like you can avoid death by following you!"
After speaking, Yuan Jiao took a step forward and watched the four of them open their mouths and said, "If you have the courage to enter the battlefield, try. If you come out alive, I will accompany you with a head!"
"Try it!"
After speaking, I saw that Yin Hong stepped forward and instantly sank into the leading ice formation. Upon seeing this, Yuan Jiao sneered, and then moved towards entering the formation.
Yin Hong had just entered the ice formation, his body shape had not yet stabilized, he felt a hint of chill in his heart for a hundred years, and he suddenly raised his head, looking down at his feet, and saw the sharp blades made of ice spread all over the ground, extending into the formation. Above his eyes, a huge ice-blade mountain stood in front of him.
At this time, Yin Hong's expression was shocked. If this scene fell, he would be pierced into his body in an instant, so he did not dare to neglect. Fang Tian painted a halberd in his hand, and then his power expanded.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Jiao couldn't help but was stunned, and saw that Yin Hong was just a real immortal power, and suddenly wanted to laugh.
"I thought it was such a master. A true immortal in the diocese has such an ability. If he becomes a big Luo Jinxian, he can't overturn the sky?"
After a sarcasm, I saw that Yuan Jiao's Pu Fan lightly slapped it, and a cold wind rolled towards Yin Hong. Upon seeing this, Yin Hong couldn't help but his face changed. He was about to dodge, but found that countless ice thorns in the cold wind were shooting at him.
His face sank, and a white light flashed on Yin Hong's body, wrapping his body round and round. The icy thorn came in an instant, but it did not hurt Yin Hong.
Watching this scene, Yuan Jiao couldn't help but raised his brows, looking at Yin Hong with some surprise. In my heart, thinking that a true fairy of the other party could easily make this move of himself.
A cold light flashed in his eyes, and after Yuan Jiao thought for a moment, he saw Yin Hong standing in the cold wind with a smile on his face, and he waved the fan in his hand.
This time the cold wind was much more powerful than before, but it was still of no avail, and Yin Hong still stopped there unmoved.
Looking at Yuan Jiao with a sneer on his face, Yin Hong said in a cold voice, "How? You are a magnificent Taiyi Golden Immortal, you can't even beat a true immortal, isn't it a bit unreasonable?"
Hearing this, Yuan Jiao's face flashed with a cold look, without saying anything, but with another fan in his hand, suddenly a large amount of ice began to gather in the sky.
Yin Hong looked up and couldn't help but was taken aback. He didn't understand the significance of Yuan Jiao's doing this at this time. Before he could react, he saw an iceberg above his head.
Yin Hong's expression changed, and then he supported with one hand, a large amount of golden light gathered on the palm, and then saw a golden beam of light rushing towards the iceberg.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, I felt the formation trembling when the beam of light hit the iceberg. When Yun Zhongzi and others outside the formation saw this, a smile appeared on their faces.
Looking at the Golden Holy Mother and the others, Yun Zhongzi sneered: "How? My disciples in the realm of the real and immortal realm can beat the Taiyi Golden Immortal of yours. What qualifications do you have to oppose my interpretation!?"
Upon hearing Yun Zhongzi's words, Mother Golden Light sneered and said, "I don't know the life or death, Yun Zhongzi, you are so anxious to make a conclusion. Be careful after a while you don't know how you died!"
Yun Zhongzi flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly. He ignored the Jinguang Mother and the others. In his opinion, the only outcome of this battle was Yin Hong breaking the formation.
It was just that Yin Hong, who had high hopes from Yunzhongzi, was not comfortable in the formation at this time. Although the golden light blocked the iceberg, it could only support it for a moment.
The golden light was still protecting at this time, but the iceberg’s falling momentum did not decrease much. Feeling the pressure on the top of the head, Yin Hong’s eyes flashed cold, and a gossip pattern suddenly appeared on his chest, and then a layer of purple light enveloped him. On Yin Hong's body.
Seeing that Yin Hong's power instantly increased several times, seeing that the iceberg he had formed could not break through Yin Hong's defenses, Yuan Jiao frowned.
After thinking for a moment, Yuan Jiao made a hand gesture in an instant with both hands, and then saw countless runes on the iceberg begin to emerge.
Yin Hong, who originally had a smile on his face, instantly solidified his expression, watching the iceberg falling down in his eyes with amazement, still a little puzzled in his heart, why the power of the iceberg has increased so much in an instant.
"what!"
A scream was instantly remembered, that Yin Hong avoiding was inevitable, and was instantly crushed by the falling iceberg above his head, and then there was no sound.
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