The sunset has sunk into the sky, the boundless darkness swallows the earth, the wind is everywhere, the ghosts are crying and howling, and the phantoms are everywhere.

In the sky, hundreds of foundation-building real people were moving rapidly with their swords, as if they were the faint fire in the dark, flashing with a white cold light, rushing from all directions, besieging Mo Wentian like an iron bucket in the middle.

"No, it's the Jindan True Lord!" Someone was in the middle and commanded: "The Poisonous Snake Hall suppressed mortals and strictly guarded the water prison. The other five halls were combined to attack them. Be sure to leave this person in Wanmo Ridge before the elder returns."

"Yes, Jinshi Zhenren!" In the sky, Feiji Zhenren shouted loudly: "My junior brothers in Poison Wolf Hall, hurry up and suppress the mortals and the water prison, so that they will not escape in the chaos."

With his stern scolding, thirty or forty foundation-building real people roared and landed on the ground with their swords. They dispersed in all directions, and released tens of thousands of colorful poisonous snakes from the beast-controlling bags around their waists, all crawling on the ground with their heads held in front of them. The snake letter rolled up with poisonous fangs and kept spitting, sieging the people.

At the same time, several of the strong foundation-building disciples floated around the water prison, and all used magic weapons to the outside world, keeping the water prison tightly like an iron barrel.

Mo Wentian laughed wildly, landed on the top of Wanmo Ridge Mountain, stood at the top of the majestic hall, and said loudly: "Wan Beast Valley is worthy of being the great Jindan sect of the Great Rong Kingdom. I am the true king of Jindan, and you are all fearless, and you are actually in a stable and in a mess."

Among the crowd, the voice of the Jinshi Zhenren said: "Senior, although you are the Jindan Zhenjun, the valley of Ten Thousand Beasts has a deep foundation, but you can't imagine that there is no deep hatred between them. It's better to turn swords into jade."

"Stop talking nonsense, I just want to delay time." Mo Wentian's face was covered with frost and he said in a cold tone: "Is there no deep hatred? Is this killing of the true Lord of the Blast Bear and the True Lord of the Fierce Wolf a lot of hatred?"

"What?"

It really caused a thousand waves, as if a thunder sounded out of thin air. The disciples of the Ten Thousand Beast Valley were in an uproar. Unexpectedly, two of the Six Beast Elders had already fallen into the hands of this person.

Just when they were inexplicably shocked, a dazzling light suddenly burst out in the dark sky in front of them. The sound of swords like dragon roars sounded and ten sharp sword lights suddenly broke through the air.

"Oh!"

Where the sword light passed, more than ten disciples from Ten Thousand Beast Valley were immediately hit. In the shrill screams, their bodies were chopped into several pieces by the sword light, and fell straight from the air, and a strong smell of blood filled it.

"No, let's set up a formation of thousands of beasts and respond immediately."

The disciples of Wanbeast Valley reacted and immediately spread out in all directions, spinning like a butterfly, each circulating his magic power and making magic tricks into the air.

"All disciples obey the order!" Jinshi Zhenren shouted in a deep voice: "Immediately set up a formation, the crazy lion is the main attack, the violent bear is the main defense, the residual leopard is the main avoidance, the fierce tiger is the main behind, and the fierce wolf is the support.":

One by one, the magic tricks were hit in the void. Even though the rays of light shone, a golden auspicious cloud condensed, and the light was brilliant in the night sky. The Wanmo Ridge was illuminated like daytime.

Mo Wentian looked a little surprised. He immediately raised his left hand and turned into a phantom of a giant palm, slapped at the auspicious cloud, as if an iron mountain was pressed out of thin air. The giant palm had not fallen, and the strong wind suddenly rose.

The golden auspicious clouds surged violently, and the tyrannical and impermanent aura spread wildly. Suddenly, a ferocious lion's head broke through the cloud like lightning, making a roar that shook the sky and the earth. The bloody mouth drowned half of the sky, raised its fierce fangs, and suddenly bit the giant palm in the sky.

Mo Wentian was immediately shocked. If he was bitten by the lion's head, although it was a phantom of magic power, his palm would inevitably be damaged. He immediately turned his palm into a grab, and he moved the Tiankun sword box in his hand, and thousands of sword lights burst out.

With a clang, a sound of gold and iron clashing that makes people tinnitus and heads dizzy, the ferocious lion's head roared, and three of the fangs intertwined were broken, and the violent momentum suddenly subsided.

However, at this moment, the air suddenly shaking. On the other side of the golden cloud, a golden tail broke through the air, rolling across the sky with the sound of breaking the mountain, and rolling across the lightning-like sky.

With a "boom", the Tiankun sword box was knocked away, but the golden tail was also not pleasant, and the light on it was dim, and the power was obviously greatly reduced.

"My junior brothers, we have to set up the formation with all our strength, success or failure will be here."

Under the deep scolding of the Golden Lion True Man, the disciples of Wanbeast Valley frantically used their magic power and made magic tricks towards the auspicious cloud in the void, as if they placed all the hope of defeating the powerful enemy of the Golden Pill in the golden cloud with no reason.

Amid the roars of lions that shook the world, the cloud rolled like a huge wave, turning into a terrifying ferocious beast, with lion head and leopard feet, bear body and tiger tail, bloody and violent eyes locked in Mo Wentian tightly, and exuded a violent aura all over his body.

"The domineering lion, the mighty tiger, the reaction of leopard, the strength of bear, the perfect combination, the ever-changing formation of thousands of beasts is indeed wonderful, and such powerful beasts have been derived."

Mo Wentian stared at him coldly, and a look of surprise flashed through his eyes.

"Senior, the ever-changing formations of the beasts in this sect can trap the True Lord. If you are reluctant to capture it, it is still time. If you insist on resisting, you will suffer some hardship."

The voice of the Golden Lion Real Person came from afar, revealing irresistible pride.

"Is that right?" Mo Wentian's face flashed with murderous intent and said with a cold smile: "I want to give it a try. Is it that powerful?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his left fist shot into the air like lightning. A wave of air like a sea of ​​rushes went straight into the sky, and the air seemed to twist. The incomparable huge momentum could be shattered even a mountain.

But what surprised him was that the punch, which was as fast as a meteor, completely shot down into the air. The ferocious beast's four claws grabbed in the air, as if walking on flat ground, and actually avoided it like lightning. Its four claws were full of wind and rushed towards the top of the Wanmo Ridge with a fierce momentum, opening its bloody mouth like a hideous, as if it was about to swallow the entire hall.

"So fast, it's worthy of having the speed of a leopard."

Mo Wentian frowned slightly, and suddenly pinched the magic trick with his right hand. In the void in front of him, countless golden vines suddenly broke out into the air, forming a huge spider web. The ferocious beast suddenly pounced on the vine web, as if it was wrapped into a rice dumpling, wrapped in a firm manner.

The ferocious beast roared angrily, and its whole body suddenly expanded, and it became bigger. The golden vine root could not bear the force and was immediately broken into countless pieces.

Mo Wentian swallowed Jumang Jinmu and used the mixed magical powers and spells. In the flexibility of the wood attribute, it has the strength of metallicity. The golden vine root is extraordinary. If the ordinary Jindan is tied up, it will be difficult to break free. However, the ferocious beast has the strength of a bear, and its physical body is equivalent to the peak spirit beast at the sixth level, so it can naturally break out of the vine.

The ferocious beast broke through the golden vine root and roared to the sky. Its eyes were full of anger. Its huge body suddenly pounced down, and its bloody mouth suddenly opened, and its bloody fangs raised, as if it was about to swallow the entire hall into its abdomen.

Mo Wentian looked cold, and he pinched the magic tricks of the Fire Escape Magic with his hands, and his whole body turned into a raging flame, disappearing from the hall without a trace.

"Boom!"

The earth shook slightly. In a violent shaking sound, the majestic hall that seemed to run through the heaven and earth had been swallowed by ferocious beasts, and the ruined walls collapsed with a bang, and the dust that covered the sky and the sun rose up.

In the ruins of the hall, the ferocious beast stopped with a ferocious face, and its invincible four claws were deeply inserted into the ground. In a roar of rage, its golden tail fell to the ground, as if the wind swept through the fallen leaves, the ruins were smashed to pieces, and a deep gully fell from the ground.

"Huoyankungang, I will destroy your claws first."

A cold and cold voice came from behind, and as the sound fell, white frost suddenly floated on the ground, jumping like flames. The four iron claws that were deeply trapped in the ground were burning inch by inch underground.

"Roar!"

The ferocious beast rose up from the ground in pain, but its four claws remained in the earth and turned into ashes like ice. The ferocious beast let out a shrill scream and fell back into the ruins of the hall.

At the same time, in the distance of the surrounding sky, several disciples from Ten Thousand Beast Valley spewed out blood, their faces pale as paper, and even a few of them could not sustain their magic power and fell from the sky screaming.

"The junior brother of Canbaotang is withdrawing and preparing to recover his vitality. The junior brother of the Fierce Wolf Hall sets up a formation to replace the position of Canbaotang."

In the extremely far sky, the Golden Lion True Man ordered that the disciple of the Fierce Wolf Hall who had originally snatched the formation would be so loud that he immediately rushed forward to fill the position, and used his Dantian magic power to shoot magic tricks at the far-reaching beast.

The magic formula turned into flowing light and rushed into the body of the ferocious beast, causing it to recover its vitality in an instant, and its damaged limbs condensed from blood and flesh. In a short time, it turned into four sharp and sharp wolf claws.

The ferocious beast raised its voice to the sky, but the sound was extremely strange, as if it was the roar of a lion, the roar of a tiger, the roar of a bear, and the howling of a wolf, making people hear the heart and soul tremble, and the liver and gallbladder.

Its invincible tiger tail swept back, and the somewhat bulky bear body suddenly turned around. The golden hair on the lion's head stood up, and the two huge eyes flashed with bloody light, locking Mo Wentian's position from afar. The four wolf claws suddenly stood up and rushed towards him like a ferocious spirit.

Mo Wentian frowned and looked a little impatient. The power of this formation was obvious. Although he could break through the formation, it took a lot of effort. It would be fine if he was normal. However, time is urgent now. If time is delaying, it would be extremely bad if several true lords from Wanbeast Valley had to return with their letter.

At present, there is only one strike with all your strength and one strike to kill this beast. There is no obstacle from the formation. The rest are nothing to worry about, just a group of lambs to be slaughtered.
Chapter completed!