As soon as all the auras gathered together, the Purple Rhinoceros Sword in the center immediately emitted thousands of purple-green sword energy.

The wind howled, and lightsabers appeared one after another in the air all around, within a few feet of the remaining six spiritual swords.

Arranged in some mysterious trajectory, each lightsaber vibrates in resonance.

Zhoutian Ten Thousand Sword Formation!

The emergence of this sword formation was entirely driven by Chen Ping's soul power.

One thought turns into an array, one thought turns into a sword!

"Buzz"

"Buzz"

The seven long swords hanging high on the top emitted a fierce sword light.

The next moment, the sword array suddenly moved, and endless lightsabers flew down.

Completely shrouding Huangshu.

In an instant, the Sword Land area, which was several miles across, took shape.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, your sword formation must be a heavenly technique!"

The surrounding sword light flickered, and Ao Wuya said in amazement, his words filled with joy.

"You'd better shut your mouth."

Chen Ping glanced at him with a cold face, and the power of his soul surged out.

He began to concentrate on capturing Chako's figure.

Just now, this person suddenly disappeared at the moment of pursuit. It was obvious that he had used some powerful concealment technique.

"Now that you're here, don't think about escaping unscathed."

Suddenly, Chen Ping raised his eyebrows, pointed at a corner of the sword array, and said with murderous intent.

At the same moment he spoke, his consciousness was completely locked on Chako.

His speed suddenly exploded to the extreme, and his body flashed towards somewhere in the darkness.

And the endless sword energy in the sky also started to circulate with him.

Layers of seven-colored ripples swayed like a rising tide, wrapping Chen Ping completely.

Carrying the unparalleled power of the sword, he seemed to have transformed into a spiritual sword.

Leading many "followers" to rush forward without hesitation.

Chako, who thought he was a master of concealment, saw the huge lightsaber flying straight towards him, and his expression finally changed.

"This sword formation is a little weird. It can easily defeat my breathing method!"

Chako cursed angrily, exerted force on his feet, and hid in the darkness and flew along the edge of the sword array.

What he didn't know was that, being inside the Ten Thousand Jue Sword Formation, every sword energy derived from it was Chen Ping's spy.

Unless his spiritual consciousness far exceeds his, there is no way he can escape the pursuit of the sword energy.

This can be regarded as an exquisite use of the sword formation.

"call!"

The seven-color giant sword evolved from thousands of sword energies quietly approached Chako.

At this moment, Chako was completely locked, and no matter where he fled, it would be of no use.

Moreover, that was not the only thing that made his expression change drastically.

This square sword area is obviously only a few miles in radius.

But his body was flying around, and he had definitely moved several times the distance, but he was still within.

It was as if the entire formation was moving with him.

With his mind swept away, Chako found a relatively weak obstacle on the right side.

The sword energy there is not strong.

It is far from comparable to the seven-color giant sword behind him.

"This kind of magical power is completely flashy!"

Chako snorted coldly, flipped his palm, and a black spear appeared flying.

There is a circle of runes flowing on the surface of this spear.

The handle of the gun is imprinted with a lifelike star pattern.

Then, an aura that was no weaker than a top-grade psychic tool swept over.

This treasure was given by the ancestors of the tribe.

But because he devoted himself to cultivating star spiritual beings, he didn't do any more sacrifices.

However, the black gun is made of a special fifth-level ore and is extremely hard.

Generally, magical powers of the same level are difficult to destroy it.

And just as Chako pulled out his black spear, he raised his arm without hesitation and stabbed the barrier not far away.

After a flash of black light, the gun suddenly rose sharply.

It turned into a sharp giant six or seven feet tall, and with a slight shake, a solid bolt of steel burst out wildly.

"The old monster's eyes are really vicious."

Seeing this, Chen Ping frowned slightly.

The area Chaco attacked was guarded by a low-grade Taoist-level spiritual sword.

In the sword formation composed of seven spiritual swords, it can be said to be the weakest point.

If the spear is allowed to fall, it will undoubtedly be broken open in an instant.

But how could Chen Ping let him succeed?

With a slight change of thought, the sword lights of various colors around him sounded in unison, and the aura shone brightly.

An inconspicuous piece of purple-green sword energy then appeared, facing the position where the spear struck, as fast as a thunderous stroke.

"boom!"

The black gun seemed to have been hit hard, and the middle part was immediately dented by half a foot.

Chako's eyelids twitched, and he saw circles of strange little swords attacking the magic weapon continuously.

The power contained in it was so strong that the black gun's emasculation was immediately stopped.

And with a cry, it fell from the air.

Withdrawing the black spear that had lost its spiritual power, Chako looked extremely ugly.

After just one trial, this hard-bodied magic weapon lost its spiritual power and could no longer be used in a short period of time.

If he had resisted the sword thread just now with his physical body, the result would probably be the same.

The contempt on Chako's face has long been replaced by solemnity.

He had competed with several early-stage Jindan monks from the Nascent Soul Sect, but he had never felt such terrifying pressure from them.

Taking a deep breath, Chako opened his mouth and spat out, summoning the heart spirit object again.

Even the spear is vulnerable, but there is no need to try other methods.

During the brief interval between the spells, the strange sword thread passed by out of thin air again.

This time it was aimed at Chako’s body!

"bass!"

valley

There were loud explosions of metal and stone, and an extremely severe pain came from a small area of ​​​​his right ear.

Then, along the side of his face, blue blood spurted out and was cut into more than a dozen pieces.

"Damn human sword cultivator!"

A painful groan came from his head and mouth, and Chako looked at Chen Ping with a vicious look.

"Hehe, your Hai Clan's physique and stars are nothing more than this!"

After once again witnessing the power of the Wan Jue Formation, Chen Ping was somewhat complacent.

After two consecutive attacks, the mana in the Dantian is still abundant.

The main thing that maintains the operation of the Wanjue Formation is the power of the formation base.

As long as he consumes some mana and controls the formation base, he can control all the spiritual swords at his command.

Of course, the power of the soul is also the key.
To be continued...