Anling City, under the forbidden area of ​​the City Lord's Mansion.

Xu Yanting seemed to be still, staring at the water curtain above without blinking. He did not know how long he had maintained this posture.

"Senior Formation Emperor, why don't you take a rest?" A formation master asked worriedly.

Xu Yanting didn't seem to hear his voice, still frowning.

"Array Emperor?" the man called again.

Xu Yanting suddenly woke up and said in a deep voice: "Something's wrong."

The formation master looked up at the water curtain and said doubtfully: "There is nothing wrong, after all, these ninety-nine and eighty-one-layer formations have exhausted our efforts and used the top formation materials. Even if they are...

It’s impossible for people from Daoyu Galaxy to break through it in a day or two.”

"But one day has passed, and they haven't made any movement at all." Xu Yanting said.

"Maybe I'm observing the weaknesses of the formation, but to be honest, I'm still very confident in my ability against Senior Huang," the formation master said.

"No, they are more cautious than I expected."

Xu Yanting sighed: "This combination of Tao formations is a series of traps. One step affects the whole body. Every time a Tao formation is broken, it seems to be a step forward. In fact, according to the balance transfer mechanism of the combination formation, the remaining power of the Tao formation is destroyed.

It will automatically integrate into the next level.”

"When it comes to the final Dao formation, it is the effect after eighty times of superposition. It is not a defensive formation, but a killing formation."

Xu Yanting rubbed his brows and said: "I'm afraid they have also seen the clues, so they are trying to deconstruct it as a whole and study it directly as a Tao formation, so they have been slow to move."

The formation master said: "The difficulty will not be reduced much. I am afraid that they will have to deal with complex model construction and calculation amount for five or six days."

"No, we have a fatal weakness, that is, there are no strong people in the Li Dao realm. I feel that this time the Yuanling Tribe has a real big shot, and the water curtain cannot capture his trace at all, and is even almost destroyed by him.

"Xu Yanting said.

"If he uses force to overcome skill..." Xu Yanting did not say any more because he felt that this possibility was really high.

Everyone couldn't help but fell into silence.

"Try your best. Even if you lose this battle, it will still be an honor." Nan Yingtan's voice suddenly came out, "Please pay attention to the movements of the Yuanling army at all times. If there is any change, please notify the two phantom clans in time."

In this tense feeling of impending rain, everyone felt that time was passing extremely slowly. Usually a few months would pass by in retreat, but at this moment, it felt like every minute and every second was extending indefinitely.

The picture in the water curtain was motionless, and the expressions of the cultivators wearing dark silver armor did not change at all. If they hadn't blinked occasionally, it would have been indistinguishable from the static image.

Everyone's eyes were sore from staring at him. Except for Xu Yanting, everyone else began to take turns to rest in order to relax their extremely tense nerves.

This is probably the longest time they have ever experienced.

When the personnel were rotated for the third time, a southern cultivator suddenly exclaimed: "Look, they suddenly moved!"

Everyone looked at the water curtain, and saw all the silver-armored cultivators in the picture walking through at a dizzying speed, forming a figure "8" formation in a very short period of time.

God may not even notice their changes.

A man whose figure could not be seen clearly walked slowly to the intersection point in the center of the figure "8". He seemed to have noticed something, and turned around calmly, his eyes instantly piercing through the void.

"Ziz——"

"Not good!" Everyone's expressions suddenly changed, and the water curtain seemed to be unable to withstand this person's gaze. It became chaotic and blurred in an instant, and finally completely disintegrated and dissipated.

Xu Yanting took a deep breath and said with a gloomy expression: "Something big is going to happen... let me know, let Miss Zi and several elders of the Xuanling Tribe get ready, and once the formation is broken, we will start the final plan."

"yes!"

…

Ying Huan has not used forbidden techniques for a long time, because this will cause his cultivation level to drop significantly and it will take a long time to recover.

What's more important is that these hundreds of Suyuan Guards are all elites under his command. They sacrifice more than just their vitality. If they want to advance to a higher level in practice in the future, the difficulty will increase.

If it weren't for an inexplicable sense of urgency urging him, Ying Huan would not want to pay such a price anyway.

He looked down at Anling City below, put the fingertips of his hands together, and a black spot as big as a mung bean gradually appeared under his palm.

The Tao of the Yuanling Tribe is the way to continue and restore "being". However, when this Tao develops to the extreme, it absorbs and devours the "being" of others to strengthen its own "being".

In short, this forbidden technique is plunder in disguise. It seems to have a different form than the Xuanling clan's obliteration, but the results are the same.

At this moment, this seemingly harmless black spot gathered the Taoist charm and spiritual power of hundreds of Suyuan guards and merged into Ying Huan's Taoism, turning his entire body into a source of devouring.

The eighty-one-layer Taoist array surrounding Anling City trembled, swayed, and twisted. Countless air currents invisible to ordinary people surged toward the black spot in Ying Huan's palm, causing it to expand little by little.

With.

One hour, two hours, six hours...

The black spot has completely turned into a black vortex sphere with a diameter of two meters. Even if Ying Huan is in front of it, it looks weak and thin.

He closed his eyes, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Although he maintained a calm expression from beginning to end, his fingers were already trembling slightly.

Every second of performing the forbidden technique was a great torment for him, especially in the later stages, as if countless ants were gnawing at his flesh and blood, and the severe pain was accompanied by an unbearable itching, which was no better than any other

How inferior is torture.

As long as Ying Huan is distracted for a moment, the black vortex in front of him will swallow him up first, so he can't be lazy at all.

This was more painful than a battle with a peak Lidao strongman, because even if he couldn't defeat him, he could still escape. But in this scene, in the eyes of an uninformed person, it was like he was fighting against the air.

He swore that he would never use this damn forbidden technique again in his lifetime. He didn't know what the enemy would do, he only knew that he was torturing himself crazy.

Fortunately, the Dao formation barrier below is already too weak to be vulnerable. If we hold on for another three hours, it should be almost done.

An elder walked carefully to Ying Huan's side, glanced at the huge black vortex with fear, and made a gesture to Ying Huan, indicating that they were ready to form an array to attack.

Ying Huan nodded, not having any extra energy to direct anything. Anyway, the plan had already been made.

But a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the elder.

I saw the other party showing a somewhat ferocious smile, and threw himself into the big black vortex like a moth to a flame. At the approaching moment, he exploded into dripping bloody mince with a "bang" sound.

not good!

Ying Huan's sense of crisis suddenly reached its peak, and he wanted to move away without thinking. However, the previous few hours had consumed too much of his energy, and now was when he was at his weakest, so his speed was inevitably slowed down.

As a result, the terrifying black vortex disintegrated chaotically before his eyes, turning into a torrent that swallowed everything.

Ying Huan and hundreds of Suyuan guards were submerged by the black tide, and even many elders were caught off guard and swept in. Others ran around desperately, panicking like bereaved dogs.

The darkness spread for a full ten miles before stopping, dissipating very slowly bit by bit, revealing the appearance of this area again.

Hollow, there is only an endless hole left here, very similar to the Tianxue Sect's Tianxue.

The only difference is that in the center of this hollow, there is a lonely city, like the most stubborn nail house.

The Tao formation barrier protecting Anling City disappeared, and even the four edges of the city were wiped out out of thin air. The broken roads were full of potholes, witnessing the tragedy just now.

In the void, Ying Huan and a group of Suyuan guards reappeared. The corners of his clothes and half of his cuffs were nowhere to be seen. He no longer looked elegant and calm, but rather funny.

"very good……"

Ying Huan looked at the miserable Anling City with an expressionless face, with unbearable anger in his eyes.

Because he never expected that the gang of Xuanling remnants would have the courage to take the initiative to provoke, and even sneaked past the noses of this group of losers, and ran to him to play self-destruction. If this spread, it would be easy to get out of the way.

The Eldar laugh for a year.

He raised his hand and was about to give the order to massacre the city when a voice suddenly came from Anling City: "I wonder which master of the Yuanling Clan is here? I, the Phantom Clan, are willing to offer the Ling Seal in order to free my people.

A way out."

Ying Huan frowned and saw a young man in purple robe flying alone above the city, holding a luxurious brocade box in his hand.

Swishing, swishing, a group of Yuanling masters quickly surrounded this man, with all kinds of weapons aimed at him, but the purple-robed young man showed no fear.

"Oh? Is this your decision alone, or the decision of the Phantom Clan?" Ying Huan looked at him indifferently, his vigilance not weakening at all.

"I am Zi Bingwen, the second highness of the Phantom Tribe. My father gave me the Lingxi before, so I naturally have the right to make this decision." Zi Bingwen said.

"Then you call all the Phantom Spirit clan members together and wait here until we have wiped out the remnants of the Phantom Spirit clan." Ying Huan said calmly.
Chapter completed!