At this time, in the pine forest far above the cliff, everyone was lying on the edge of the cliff and peeking carefully.

Seeing Song Yunge's situation, everyone couldn't help but look at Du Luo.

Du Luo's disciple whispered: "Master, I'm afraid Song Yunge can't hold on!"

"Who can hold on to such a treasure or such a formation?" A young man next to him sighed in a low voice.

Duluo stared at the other side, his eyes occasionally passing by the eighty-six people walking on the surging sea.

These disciples of the Yukong Hall were all wearing white clothes, walking on the turbulent sea like walking on the flat ground, elegant and elegant.

The violent rainstorm could not touch them at all, as if they had fallen to the sea below.

However, the pine forest where they were was hit by heavy rain. They dared not use their energy to resist, so as not to be aware of the masters of the Yukong Hall.

The thunders that appeared in the sky were astonishingly powerful. They vaguely realized the pressure Song Yunge was under in it.

He, a sword god, had no power to fight back, and seemed to be waiting for death.

"Master..." The voice transmission sounded secretly.

"Don't talk!" Du Luo waved his hand.

"Master, do we want to help?" the young disciple whispered: "Looking at this stance, Song Yunge can't stop it anymore and needs help!"

Du Luo glanced at him deeply.

The young disciples found it inexplicable.

Duluo shook his head.

The young disciple whispered: "Aren't we the same as him? If the Yukong Palace really wins, we must be unlucky and cannot survive."

"Well, Xuan Ting, you're right." Du Luo nodded lightly.

The young disciple Zhou Xuanting was immediately excited, and then he looked anxiously at Song Yunge as if he was pulled back into the formation by an invisible rope.

The disciples of the Yukong Hall suddenly made a way out, allowing him to fall to the center of the formation and lean against the Lord of the Yukong Hall.

The owner of the Yukong Hall looked down at Song Yunge and shouted again: "Song Yunge!"

Song Yunge opened his mouth and closed it again, his eyes appearing blurred, as if he is already confused.

Zhou Xuanting hurriedly said, "Master, hurry up, otherwise it will be too late!"

Duluo shook his head and said, "No hurry."

"Master--!" Zhou Xuanting was so anxious.

Du Luo said: "Song Yunge is not so easy to be controlled."

Zhou Xuanting was so anxious that he slid the bark of the tree: "But that is the Yukong Hall. Who can stop the real Yukong Hall?!"

Du Luo snorted: "Shut up and see clearly before you talk about it!"

"Master, if you calm down, he will be out of breath!" Zhou Xuanting was anxious and wished he could rush out immediately.

His body was about to move, but Duluo pressed his shoulders.

"Master!" Zhou Xuanting was impatient.

Du Luo snorted: "Do you don't believe in the eyes of being a teacher?"

"Of course I believe it..."

"Then wait a moment, shut up!"

"...Yes." Zhou Xuanting turned his head helplessly, not wanting to look at it anymore, but he turned around immediately and looked at it intently.

"Song Yunge!" Lu Zhicheng shouted: "I haven't returned yet!"

Song Yunge opened his mouth wide, opened it for a while but closed it again.

"Hmph, what a hard bone!" Lu Zhicheng hummed softly.

The disciples of the Yukong Hall were floating around, stepping on strange steps, and the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, forming a pitch-black area.

The thunder leaped on the dark clouds became more and more rapid, and they turned from silver snakes to purple dragons, winding and twisting, moving in a straight manner.

The heavy rain was pouring, as if they were covered with a layer of curtains.

The dark sea surface was suddenly reflected by purple lightning and then suddenly dark, bright and destroyed, making their faces become ferocious and terrifying.

Du Luo and the others were so cold that they saw that Song Yunge was lying quietly on the sea, like a dying fish, and his heart was even more chilling.

"Oh..." Du Luo shook his head gently and said, "What a good Imperial Palace!"

"No wonder we can't afford to offend us." Zhou Xuanting murmured.

With such earth-shaking power, all the disciples of their Tibetan Academy were not enough to deliver vegetables.

"Boom!" The huge thunder exploded, and a purple lightning suddenly fell to Song Yunge.

Suddenly, purple sparks rose on the sea and drilled onto Song Yunge, as if purple ropes were wrapped around him.

Song Yunge trembled like a sieve, his face was pale, and his blurred look in his eyes became even more mysterious.

"Master!" Zhou Xuanting said hurriedly: "Can't wait any longer!"

"Wait a little longer!" Du Luo shook his head.

Zhou Xuanting shouted: "Wait until he is really going to die. How could he turn over now in this way?"

"Shut up!" Du Luo was shocked, pulled him down, pressed him to the ground, and blocked his mouth with his face.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." Zhou Xuanting struggled and twisted, but was held tightly and could not break free.

Duluo let go of him: "Shut up, otherwise you will seal your acupoints!"

Zhou Xuanting nodded helplessly and wiped away the mud from his mouth.

Du Luo stared at the sea, watching Song Yunge become more and more confused, as if he would fall into a coma at any time.

"Song Yunge!" Lu Zhicheng shouted.

"Lu Zhicheng!" Song Yunge suddenly widened his eyes, burst out with amazing lightning, stood up straight, and reached out to grab the small palace in Lu Zhicheng's hand.

"You..." Lu Zhicheng couldn't believe it.

Song Yunge held this small palace and felt it pouring power into himself, nourishing his body and nourishing his body.

"You...you..." Lu Zhicheng's face turned pale.

After leaving the small palace, he suddenly became weak, and was in the eyes of the Haitian Chaos Array of the Sky and the Sky, under the most powerful force.

If there is the Yukong Hall, the power around him will not reject him, but without the Yukong Hall, all the power is attacking him.

"Stop!" He hurriedly shouted.

"Lu Zhicheng!" Song Yunge stopped shouting.

"In..." Lu Zhicheng was attacked by violent force, his blood and energy were shocked, and he was dizzy. Hearing this silence, he subconsciously agreed.

Then he felt a floating flying towards the small palace.

But the eyes suddenly changed, and the target changed. From the small palace to Song Yunge's eyebrows, a dazzling golden light shrouded over, and then suddenly lightened again and knew nothing.

His soul had been swallowed by the ten thousand souls' divine talisman, and the Wusheng Sutra was rapidly circulating and vigorously refined and grinding.

"You..." The masters of the Yukong Palace were furious and extremely surprised.

Song Yunge should have become a dead person now, how could he still be alive and took away the palace master's Yukong Palace!

This is simply incredible and impossible!

Song Yunge knew from the memory of the four major airplanes and the depth of the Chaos Array of the Sea and Sky, and knew which one was the strongest and which one was the weakest, and also knew how to crack it.

Even if outsiders know the method of cracking, it is useless. He can take advantage of this weakness by relying on his transformation of Gods and Demons.

The strongest position of the formation is the formation eye, and the biggest weakness is the palace master Lu Zhicheng.

Theoretically, no one can attack Lu Zhicheng within the eyes of the array.

But Song Yunge swallowed the power of the Haitian Chaos Array, and turned it into his own strength bit by bit, not being rejected by the formation, and then succeeded in one go.

Song Yunge laughed and said, "Lu Zhicheng is dead. I am the master of the Yukong Hall!"

"Nonsense!" Everyone was furious.

They slowed down and stopped the sea and sky chaos formation.
Chapter completed!