"

The Saint of Yaochi who was dozens of miles away was full of worries and panic. The terrifying power prevented her from taking a step forward.

In a more distant realm, there was a powerful force looking in the direction of the Yin Yang Sect, and a heart-wrenching aura came from there.

"What happened to the Yin Yang Sect?!"

…

"boom!

"

The old sage king of the Yin Yang Sect, who fought against the twelve ancient beasts, continued to retreat.

This large formation seemed to have become a world of its own, with the twelve ancient beasts connected into one body, so powerful that they were comparable to the Saint King.

These twelve ancient beasts are all extremely powerful people in the mortal world and the spiritual world. They are all creatures in the tribulation period, true spirits.

He was sacrificed and made into a puppet by Han Feng using special means.

He also used the power of the demon world, used countless divine treasures, and swallowed the boundless demonic energy to refine it.

Even if he is the Saint King, Han Feng has the confidence to kill him with the twelve-capital god evil formation.

The Saint King of the Yin Yang Sect had a heavy expression on his face. He was no longer in his peak state, his blood was exhausted, his life span was short, and his combat effectiveness had dropped to its lowest point.

The imitation Yin-Yang Mirror Holy Weapon he had sacrificed was also handed over to the Yin-Yang Sect, but it was not in hand, which greatly reduced his strength.

"kill!

"

The old saint king of the Yin Yang Sect forced his little blood to increase his combat power, hoping to break this strange divine formation.

Otherwise, the Yin-Yang Sect would be in danger today!

The terrifying holy power is overwhelming, the sky and the earth are vast, there is light everywhere, and there are laws everywhere, destroying the heaven and the earth, as if it wants to penetrate the whole world.

This is the power of the Saint King. Even an old Saint with withered blood and a short lifespan has the power to destroy the world and destroy the world with just a raise of his hand.

"town!

"

Han Feng shouted loudly and activated the formation. The supreme formation pattern burst into bright light, and the power of the evil spirit was like a tide, flooding the world.

A terrifying phantom appeared, holding a divine axe, and it swung down, as if it was about to open up the world.

"Wave!

"

Countless lines were broken, cut off by giant axes, and the light was split by the sharp axe. It seemed that the scene of the creation of the world was evolving there.

"puff!

"

A piece of blood splashed, and blood rained all over the sky, turning into countless blood lights.

The bright light dissipated, the Dao patterns all over the sky disappeared, and the old saint king of the Yin Yang Sect was cut into two halves.

"What a weird divine formation. If I were at my peak, there is still hope of breaking through the formation. Unfortunately, I am no longer at my peak. Time has passed..."

"boom!

"

The two halves of the body fell down, and a saint-king who once dominated the world, a once-proud figure, died miserably.

Time is like a knife slicing down a genius, no matter how magnificent you once were, dominating the world, one day you will grow old and come to an end!

After killing the old saint king of the Yin Yang Sect, Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

The Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Sha Formation that he had put so much effort into refining did not disappoint him.

This is the first saint king to fall in the Twelve Capital Heavenly Divine Evil Formation, and Han Feng believes that this will not be the last one.
Chapter completed!