The immortal formation of the Eight Sons of Life and Death may be really powerful, but Zhang Ruochen is not alone. As long as he releases the sword prison emperor, Fenghou, and the Great Forest Luo Emperor, Yuetinghai in the purple gold gourd, he may not be able to break the formation.

However, this is the star of the Yan clan, not only the Eight Sons of Life and Death and the Confucians, but also the Emperor of Yan, Yan Wushen and a large number of great saints.

If Fenghou and others are released, the Yama clan will definitely regard him as his biggest enemy and will only mobilize stronger forces to deal with them.

Zhang Ruochen changed back to his true body and said, "Wu Wuji is still in my hands. Do you don't care about his life or death?"

"If the Great Sage Ruochen killed Wu Wuji, there would naturally be a strong man surnamed Wu to avenge him."

When he said this, his eyes emitted a dark light, and he gently pronounced two words from his mouth: "Soul-catching."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's eyes darkened and he felt a drowsy feeling.

Soul capture is one of the most powerful methods of the witch's way. With the cultivation of the mind, if you have the intention, you can control the creatures within a radius of thousands of miles and be driven by him.

The spiritual power of the temple is one of the best in the Yan clan, reaching the sixty-fifth level, not weaker than Zhang Ruochen.

It is precisely this that witchcraft can influence Zhang Ruochen.

"Crash!"

"Wow!"

...

The eight sons of life and death who had reached the great perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm all put their hands together and burst out with unparalleled holy power.

The four were covered in white light, and the four were covered in black light.

The power of death and the power of life are intertwined, and above the heads of the eight people, each presenting a book of books. The book also emits white and black light, with a large number of mysterious words jumping on it.

"The Immortal Formation is about to take shape, and Zhang Ruochen's defeat is settled. I didn't expect that he could be taken down so easily." On the seventeenth-story tower, the monk wearing a wide black cloak said with a hoarse smile.

Yan Huangtu's tense nerves relaxed a little, and said, "The staff and the eight sons of life and death join forces. Even though I already know them very well, I still feel afraid. Zhang Ruochen had never fought with them before and lacked vigilance, so he was attacked by the staff successfully."

"When you come to the base camp of the Yanluo clan, even if you are a greedy baby and a quench, you must be careful to hide. Zhang Ruochen exposed his movements, and he is destined to die today." The monk wearing a wide black cloak said.

Yan Huangtu did not completely relax, with a pair of tiger eyes staring at the formation light bowl in the distance.

The instinct recited an ancient spell from his mouth, and the ebony stick in his hand emitted a gray light.

He looked at the sleepy Zhang Ruochen and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Killing Zhang Ruochen is something that many people want to do.

If Zhang Ruochen died at his hands, it would be of infinite benefit to him in the future.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen, whose eyes were originally dull, opened his eyes wide and emitted a sharp and intimidating light. His body trembled, as if he was struck by lightning, and his brain was tingling.

"No, it's a mental attack. He actually attacked me with his mental power?"

The subject didn't expect that Zhang Ruochen had already divided the holy soul into six. Although the soul-catching technique was powerful, it could not target the six holy souls at the same time. Therefore, the impact Zhang Ruochen was actually very small.

The reason why I looked sleepy just now was just waiting for an opportunity.

The more the staff wants to kill Zhang Ruochen, the greater the flaw in his mood and the weaker the mental defense.

Zhang Ruochen seized this opportunity and the sixty-fifth level mental power burst out with all its strength, just like thousands of needles flying out and rushing into the body. Even though the temple was shocked in time, it still could not completely block it, and the mental power suffered considerable trauma.

The light and shadow of the Heavenly Book of Death and the light and shadow of the Heavenly Book of Life meet with the light points of the seal of time, and quickly annihilate it.

"Buzz!"

The bell rings again.

In the Book of Death and the Book of Life, dense ancient words flew out, hitting the light spots of the time mark, and the two disappeared invisible again.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

...

The bells kept ringing, but the light spots of time imprinted with time could never reach thirty feet away.

The spirit of the temple recovered, stood at the edge of the formation, observed the time bell Zhang Ruochen, and said, "It's useless. Once the immortal formation is activated, no force can be broken through the formation. With all his strength, the eight sons of Life and Death can trap the great sage in the realm of death for a moment, let alone you."

In the city, in a courtyard full of colorful crabapples, an eight- or nine-year-old child stood, with silver light all over his body.

It is the most powerful Shura clan, the Vaginal Infant.

Vacant Infant looked at the direction of the battle fluctuations and showed an evil smile: "What a powerful immortal formation, the eight sons of the Yan clan's life and death are hard to deal with!"

Hong Futu was four meters tall, with blood-red muscles exposed. Standing not far away, his fists were even bigger than ordinary people's heads, and he said in a thick tone: "They need to have the opportunity to form a formation, and they also have to surround their opponents in the formation to exert their strongest power."

Vacant Infant nodded and said, "I am more powerful than I imagined. I can actually find Zhang Ruochen, a scapegoat."

Hongfutu said: "No matter how powerful he is, he is still chased by us and can only escape?"

Vacant Infant shook his head and said, "If it weren't for the reason that he did not have the Supreme Holy Artifact, even if we join forces, we might not be his opponent. We lack very strong. As long as we swallow him, I will definitely go to the next level."

Hongfutu said, "Why might as well devour Zhang Ruochen first? It is said that Zhang Ruochen has cultivated the second-grade holy intention and devoured him, and the junior brother will definitely grow to a more powerful level than the quench."

"What you said makes sense. However, Zhang Ruochen was trapped in the Immortal Formation and probably had no chance to survive. What a delicious dish, right in front of him, but he could only watch him be destroyed." Viagra shook his head and sighed.

Yan Huangtu's mental power has always covered the entire city. Even if Vaived Infant intends to attack the Eight Sons of Life and Death and releases Zhang Ruochen, his chances of success will be slim.

In the Immortal Formation, Zhang Ruochen stood upright, still calm and composed.

"come out."

Zhang Ruochen spread his left hand, and a black ink liquid appeared above his palm, and he said to himself: "I can only try your power."

The ink-black droplets are dark space-time matter.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen's five fingers emitted, mobilizing the rules of time, space, and a small amount of dark rules, which impacted the dark space-time matter. Suddenly, the ink-black droplets burst and opened, releasing a strong dark light.

The whole world became pitch black in an instant.

At this moment, the entire Yanluo clan stars were shrouded in black light curtains, and the outline of the star body became dark and blurry.

The urban area where the Immortal Formation is located is even more in a state of darkness.

At the same time, the space expanded violently in an instant, and the impact was in all directions. The powerful space shock wave hit the body of the eight sons of life and death. Even with the defense of the immortal formation, they still threw it backwards.

"No, this power..."

The staff gathered the ebony stick above his head and condensed a circular witch seal with a diameter of three meters in front of him. However, his body flew out and fell into the ruins.

"The power that dark space-time material burst out in an instant is so powerful. Moreover, with my current understanding of time, space, and darkness, I have only released less than one-third of it."

Zhang Ruochen just turned this thought into a golden light that soared into the sky.

As he was about to approach the formation light curtain, the rules of space in his body surged out at the same time, condensing into dozens of sword shadows, traveling around his body.

"Space sword dance, break."

Dozens of sword shadows condensed by space power overlapped and stabbed out with one sword.

Wherever the sword edge passes, the space is broken into pieces.

With a "bang", the space where the formation light film is located was torn apart by the sword energy, and a huge hole appeared.

Zhang Ruochen's figure followed behind the Sword of Space and flew out.

Space Sword Dance is a space method that Zhang Ruochen practiced inside the Dark Star, which is even more difficult to practice than the Qianwen-level high-level holy art. Of course, this technique is extremely powerful and can be broken.

When Zhang Ruochen flew out of the formation, he disappeared, as if he had evaporated out of thin air.

Yan Huangtu arrived at this city at the first time. There were vast ruins under his feet, all of which were ruined walls, and the earth was bumpy and dark.

All matter within the entire city and within the range covered by the formation was corroded by dark forces.

"What happened just now? What power did Zhang Ruochen exert?" Yan Huangtu shouted loudly, questioning the Bazi and his team present.

Although the Eight Sons of Life and Death were blown out by the instantaneous space shock wave, their defense was strong and they did not suffer any serious injuries.

However, everyone is quite weak, as if they have grown old for hundreds of years in an instant.

A bloodstained on the corner of his mouth, crawled out of the ruins and said, "Dark...space...time...is...dark space...is...dark space matter. Zhang Ruochen found the dark space matter, cough cough."

Yan Huangtu flashed, and he came to the temple and pressed his palm on his vest.

His spirit surged out of Yan Huangtu's palm, helping to refine the dark power that invaded the body.

The hair on his temples turned white, his face looked like a dead person, and he said, "It is a liquid dark space-time matter. Although it is just a drop, it has expanded the space by millions of times in an instant. A space as big as a grain of dust can expand to a palace as huge as a huge or even larger at that moment."

"Even if the space several feet around Zhang Ruochen's body expands, the space shock wave that burst out in an instant can kill the Great Saint who is in the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackle Realm."

"In addition, there are also a large amount of time power and a small amount of dark power that surges out. It should be because Zhang Ruochen's dark path is still at a very basic stage, so there is no dark power in dark space and time matter that is triggered too much."

"That's why I can save my life."

Yan Huangtu's face became extremely ugly, and he said, "Dark time and space matter is so terrible. Isn't Zhang Ruochen invincible? Who else can control him on the battlefield of hunting the sky?"

The temple shook his head and said, "It's not that simple! Although dark space-time matter can burst out with unparalleled power in an instant, this power is difficult to control. Just now, the space was so small that Zhang Ruochen himself was within the attack range of dark space-time matter."
Chapter completed!