"Xuanyuan, I now understand what's truly amiss with your Chan Sect's school."
In front of the Jiuli army, Chiyou watched as Ksitigarbha was defeated by Chi Jingzi, gaining a deeper understanding of the true power of the Chan Sect Immortals.
Before this, he really didn't understand the Immortals of the Chan Sect.
But he did know Ksitigarbha.
Ksitigarbha had stayed with their Jiuli Tribe for quite a long ti; how could Chiyou not know how abstract he was?
Yet, such a paragon of abstraction was defeated by Chi Jingzi of the Chan Sect today.
It's imaginable how abstract these Immortals of the Chan Sect must be.
Hearing Chiyou's voice, tinged with fear and relief, Xuanyuan couldn't help but laugh.
While directing the army to stabilize their ground, he cheerfully responded:
"I told you, you should have stayed quietly inside the formation, never co forward, and confront my master and martial uncles."
Chiyou agreed fully.
"You're right, so I must nip such dangers in the bud!"
He suddenly turned around, commanding his eighty-one brothers who had been waiting for a long ti.
"Brothers! Raise the formation!"
Chiyou's eighty-one brothers imdiately understood, each raising their Dutian God Slaughter Banner.
Rumble~~~
Eighty-one jet-black as ink banners, enveloped with endless evil qi, swelled violently with the wind, covering the skies and instantly enveloping the entire battlefield under the heavenly vault.
The wilderness of Zulu seed to fall into eternal night.
Soon after, the sound of ghostly wails and gods howling was heard, and an indescribably grand supre battle formation appeared with a roar.
"Defeat Youxiong, capture Xuanyuan alive!"
Chiyou activated the formation, infinite evil qi forming a giant hand reaching for Xuanyuan.
Xuanyuan stared in astonishnt, wheeling his chariot and retreating at once.
"By Pangu's Lotus, you're completely unorthodox, attacking full force at the smallest disagreent!"
As the Dutian Divine Evil Formation unfolded, its aura, as if capable of reopening the earth, water, fire, and wind, and recreating the primordial world, shocked all the holy ones present.
"Don't panic, disciples (or nephews), we are coming!!"
Thirteen dazzling streams of light shot skyward like cots piercing the night.
The Chan Sect immortals, including Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Yun Zhongzi, and Huang Long True Man, all wielded their Divine Weapons and Spiritual Treasures, forming an indestructible protective barrier tightly guarding Xuanyuan.
"Such a re remnant formation dares to be rampant here!"
From high above the heavens, a clear yet majestic dragon's roar resounded.
Ying Long, who had been entangled in a fierce fight with the Marquis of Wind and Master of Rain, suddenly shook off her adversaries, descending from above.
She stood in mid-air, clad in golden battle armor, stepping on Cloud Boots, holding a long spear, full of heroic spirit.
Her golden dragon eyes gazed at the massive formation filled with evil qi, full of battle intent.
"I must see for myself how much of your Dutian Divine Slaughter Formation's divine power remains!"
"Haha, Daoist friend wishes to try? Then why not enter the formation yourself and find out?"
From the core of the formation ca Chiyou's domineering response.
The Tiger Soul Battle Saber in his hand let out a thunderous tiger roar.
All the apertures throughout his body shone like stars in the night sky, emitting dazzling divine light.
Vaguely, behind the towering figure of Chiyou, there erged the silhouette of an even larger and more terrifying giant.
This giant held up the sky and overlooked all beings.
Each of its six stout arms grasped a Witch Soldier, and its three faces roared simultaneously.
"Wu!"
Chiyou's eyes glead with the great power of ti and space seemingly contained within.
With a dragon-like spine standing tall, his internal organs radiated with brilliance, evolving powers of the five laws of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth.
As he breathed, storms gathered, and the celestial phenona suddenly changed.
His arms opened and closed, revealing roaring thunder dragons and coiled electric pythons.
Underneath Chiyou, his Iron-eating Beast stood its ground, black and white spinning in a field around it, fierce as an evil god.
The warriors of Jiuli, inspired by Chiyou, feared neither death nor danger, their imnse martial arts qi and blood soaring skyward, causing the heavens and earth to change color.
Faced with such terrifying, world-destroying sights, Ying Long showed not a hint of fear but rather a look of admiration and excitent.
"What a Lord of Jiuli! What a Dutian Divine Slaughter!"
The next mont, Ying Long's heroic figure transford into a golden stream of light, tearing through the heavens as she charged straight into the formation.
"Roar!!!"
In that instant, the formation's Demon Gods roared, and countless fierce souls howled with fury.
Streams of pitch-black evil qi, enough to tear apart the protective divine light of a Daluo Golden Immortal, furiously converged upon the intruding figure like living tentacles.
However, amidst this endless darkness, Ying Long's figure shone with even more dazzling radiance.
"All evils step back!"
Ying Long swept her dragon-patterned long spear forward suddenly.
A perfectly circular golden light erupted from her center.
"Boom!!!"
As the golden light passed, the ferocious black evil qi was instantly evaporated and purified, like snow eting the blazing sun, leaving not a trace.
"Impressive skill!"
From the heart of the formation ca Chiyou's voice, filled with admiration and battle fervor.
"Take my axe!"
The supre demon god, with three heads and six arms, ford by Chiyou and his eighty-one brothers working in unison, swung its giant axe with destructive montum straight down upon Ying Long's head.
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