Chapter 4174 The formation is broken

"Yin Yuanchen?"

"This kid is a bit bloody, but he wants to blow up his divine source under the nose of the ancestor... Hey, does he have the absolute will to break through the suppression of the ninety-fifth level of mental power? Or a poor monk can help him."

"Bang!"

In a dark dense forest in the mountains, the divine body of a great god from the divine realm exploded.

Flesh and blood splattered, and the bones inside were revealed. It was Xuanyuan Er who was wearing a red cassock.

Xuanyuan Er's skeletal body exudes endless Buddha light.

The cassock is as red as a lantern.

There is no longer any scruples, even if the ancestor's eyes may have been looking at him.

He clasped his hands together and recited scriptures.

The melodious Sanskrit sounds, like the morning sermons sung by monks from all over the world, resound throughout the mountains.

"Wow!"

A pair of thick bone arms like pillars unfolded, flames overflowed from the bone seams, and the whole body burned.

The divine energy in the body quickly flows back towards the divine source.

This is the Buddhist "skill of sacrificing one's body and passing away".

After Xuanyuan Er refined the cursed bone, he reached the realm of immortality and boundless cultivation. Under the blessing of this technique, he self-destructed his divine source. No one under the ancestors dared to say that he could stop it with absolute certainty.

So decisive!

It seems that they just sacrificed themselves without any thought.

Of course Xuanyuan Er can be so decisive, because only by being so decisive can he possibly succeed in self-destructing the divine source before Master Murong can react.

In Heaven, the moment he agreed to Zhang Ruochen's entry into the God Realm, he had made all preparations and knew exactly why he came to the God Realm.

When I left Heaven, I never thought that I could come back alive.

"boom!"

Xuanyuan Eryi crushed the ground with his feet and turned into a golden light pillar, heading straight towards the ancestral formation light curtain in the direction of Yin Yuanchen.

The space of the mountains at the beginning and end of the sky is too vast. They are not mountains, but more like big worlds and countless planets stacked on top of each other.

"Whoa!"

Located in the wasteland at the top of the mountains, the moment Master Murong sensed the fluctuation of Yin Yuanchen's power, he separated a spiritual force and suppressed it across space.

Yin Yuanchen was once one of the five high priests of the Doomsday Priest, and he was a powerful man at the immortal and infinite level.

In other times, it would have entered the heavens.

Such a person is determined to self-destruct, and Murong Zhuzhu's mental power cannot suppress him at all.

"The will to die can be so strong?"

Master Murong's second mental power and third mental power... flew out one after another and landed on Yin Yuanchen.

His main strength at this moment is to control the ancestral formation in the Tianshi Wujie Mountains and fight against Empress Shiji and the Infinite Knights.

Moreover, many armies from the heavenly universe and the hell realm have also reached the outside of the mountain, and the densely packed sacred weapon warriors are like stars in the sky, falling overwhelmingly.

The ants will bite the elephant to death, and the army of all the powerful men in the universe must not be underestimated.

Master Murong could only use part of his mental power to suppress the monks who had sneaked into the mountain.

"again!"

When the Sanskrit sound sounded, Lord Murong's face darkened, and he had to allocate part of his mental power to suppress Xuanyuan Er in the other direction.

The black and white Taoist figure was like a cloud of smoke, floating to the top of a towering ancient tree, looking at the cloud-like light screen of the ancestor formation above.

Only seen.

Xuanyuan Er and Yin Yuanchen, who were all dazzling, were wrapped in the spiritual power of their ancestors, and their expressions were unbearable.

But they have a strong will and the fire in their eyes never goes out.

Looking outside the mountains, every beam of destruction that flies out of the ancestral formation can wipe out tens of thousands of holy monks. Countless gods have fallen.

The formations left by the ancestors of time and space were simply not something they could break, and everyone was like moths rushing to the flames.

It's a real moth flying into the flame.

In an instant, it turned into powder.

"Master Murong!"

Huangtian no longer hid, walked out of the jungle, and roared.

Half Ancestor's sound waves shook the mountains, and the echoes lasted for a long time.

Master Murong was shuddered secretly, his eyes were fixed on the deserted sky, and he saw the light of life and the light of death rising halfway up the mountain.

Even if Immortal Boundless self-destructs the divine source, it will be difficult for him to break through the ancestral formation of the human ancestors.

But if Huangtian, who is in the half-ancestral realm, could self-destruct his divine source, he would definitely be able to do it.

He knows Huang Tian very well and knows very well how tyrannical Huang Tian's spiritual will is. The talents of the two second-grade Shinto practitioners are second only to Zhang Ruochen, Yan Wushen, Chi Yao and other freaks who have the chance to defy the heavens.

In addition, one of the second-grade Shinto practiced by Huangtian is the "Shinto of Life and Death", and he has a very thorough understanding of life and death. As a half-ancestor, if he is determined to self-destruct his divine source, even if he does not take charge of the ancestral formation, he will use all his power to

Even with his mental power to suppress him, Lord Murong was not sure he could stop him.

Without hesitation, all the spiritual thoughts in the mind of Lord Murong were released, like more than billions of ancestor soul shadows, condensing into bright runic light rain, crashing through the space, and hitting the wild sky from all directions.

Huang Tian glanced at Taoist Black and White: "How do you say that?"

"What else can you say? I took the first step. You are the most tough guy among the three clans. How can you be overshadowed by two monks from the heavenly universe?"

Taoist Black and White acknowledged this title for the first time in a joking tone.

Then, it turned into a black and white intertwined beam of light and flew out, hitting the ancestral formation Yunxia in mid-air.

The reason why Huangtian shouted the name "Master Murong" just now was to attract the ancestral spiritual power that Master Murong could mobilize and gain opportunities for Taoist Black and White.

"Congratulations to the clan leader, Huangtian will never keep you waiting."

Huangtian hit the life-extinguishing lamp and struck the ancestral talisman all over the sky.

"Bang bang!"

Driven by the spirit of the Half-Ancestor, two oceans of light, the "Sea of ​​Life" and the "Sea of ​​Death", rushed out of the lamp. The ancestral rules belonging to the Ming Ancestor washed away in the two oceans, briefly blocking Murong.

Overlord's attack.

Murong Zhuzhu is projecting mental power across distant spaces, and it is only part of the mental power.

In this state, it is impossible to easily suppress a half-ancestor like Huangtian.

"boom!"

After a few breaths, the life and death lamp exploded.

The light rain of the ancestral talisman tore Huangtian's divine body into pieces.

However, it was just an afterimage, and the real form of Huang Huang had already taken a step forward to escape. Using the Stone Clan's escape method, it moved forward in the dirt and climbed to the top of the mountain at high speed.

…

At the foot of the mountain.

The monks in the army of heaven, universe and hell all heard Huangtian's voice.

See the light emitted by the life-and-death lamp.

"Haha! The old dog of Huangtian is indeed not dead, and is actually hiding in the God Realm."

The leader of the Xuejue clan was very happy and laughed heartily.

"Boom!"

Taoist Black and White succeeded in self-destructing the divine source. The destructive energy was astonishing, obliterating countless formation inscriptions and dimming the surrounding ancestral formation.

The sacred mountain closest to the explosion of the divine source suddenly collapsed by one-third, which was comparable to the destruction of dozens of large worlds at the same time.

The mountain is melting, golden magma flows, full of heat and the smell of death.

"Master..."

On the battlefield, Lord Mingye and Lord Heqing stopped and glanced at the dark mountains in the distance.

"It's the patriarch. The patriarch died as a righteous man!"

"First the emperor, then the clan leader. Who said the ghost clan doesn't have passion? Who said the ghost clan doesn't have pride?"

…

Many ghosts and gods shouted, with sadness in their voices.

The ghost monks do not have so many emotions. They fight in the divine world more for survival. They know that if they don't fight, there will be no way to survive and they can only become sacrifices.
To be continued...