279 Cloud Lock Immortal Formation

A complete sound seemed as if thunder in the sky had fallen, and exploded in mid-air.

Everyone who heard this sound, whether it was the powerful Jindan or the Qi-training monk, had dizziness at the same time, and only felt that the ear drums of both ears were hit hard by a strong force, and the buzzing sounded endlessly, and even their steps seemed to be floating.

Just a drink, it is so powerful, which shows that the strength of the visitor is unfathomable.

Lu Chen's expression suddenly changed in shock. This was the first time he had shown horror since climbing Lingxiu Peak. The black evil clouds slowly rose, trying to avoid the sweeping sound waves. After stopping in the air, Lu Chen carefully stared at an old man not far ahead, not far ahead.

The old man was eight feet tall and his head was as big as a bucket. His red and white robe was filled with dazzling glory. Several red clouds were embroidered on the red robe, and the sleeves of the two robe sleeves were also embroidered by auspicious clouds. The old man was blushed, and his rough eyebrows were raised above his forehead and temples, showing a ferocious look. His eyes flashed, and a sharp murderous aura penetrated out. The old man appeared for a moment, his eyes swept across the people present. Anyone who was swept by his eyes lowered his head in cold sweat, and he did not dare to look up at him again.

Around the old man, a huge wind bull beast with four hooves on the snow, surrounded by clouds. The wind bull beast is one of the alien species of monsters. Although it is huge, its lines are smooth. The whole body is like a leopard-shaped, with colorful fetal marks all over the body. The reason why it is called Feng bull is because, in addition to its extremely fast speed, the head of the monster is exactly the same as that of the cow, its eyes are like copper bells, its curved horns are sharp, and its sound is like an old cow.

At this moment, Xiang Ning, who was still breathing, was on his back by the Fengniu Beast. The momentum emitted by the Fengniu Beast was even stronger than Xiang Ning and Lu Chen, and it turned out to be a powerful monster with the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

In the cultivation world of Dongzhou, there is only one Fengniu beast. It is the Fengniu beast that was strong enough to have the late Jindan realm that was found three hundred years ago, and the old man Guiyuan ancestor Wang Tong searched in the depths of the prehistoric world for nearly ten years. Now, the old man and the Fengniu beast appeared together, it is not difficult to show that the identity of this old man is the old man Guiyuan ancestor Wang Tong.

"Ancestor Guiyuan?"

In amazement, everyone retreated one after another, followed the mountains and above the sky, and everyone knelt down in panic and shouted in unison: "Sister Wang Tong, please see me."

The sound was huge, and everyone's voices were neat, slowly echoing in the mountains and fields.

Lu Chen recalled the puppet Shenmu. This thing was originally intended to save his life in the crisis, so he had never taken it out. If Xiang Ning had not been tenaciously like a irresistible young hero, he would not have had to waste the energy of three top-grade spirit stones, and took it out and ordered Xiang Ning to be killed.

Xiang Ning was seriously injured and could not stop the puppet Shenmu even if it was a move. Unexpectedly, the ancestor Guiyuan came out at this time. He used only one move to break two of the three top-grade spirit stones, and only one left was still glorious. It was obvious that Wang Tong's strength was not just as simple as the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

Since learning the secrets about the cultivation world in the secret realm, Lu Chen has really learned about the world in the old man Qi Jing.

The spiritual energy of the slave star is extremely rare, and it is the limit to be able to cultivate early-stage masters in the Nascent Soul stage. No matter how powerful the early-stage masters in the Nascent Soul stage are, they cannot consume the energy of the puppet to this level in the moment of taking action. After all, a puppet is a puppet. It is different from a cultivator. Dan Fan takes action with all his strength.

The puppet Shenmu in the late stage of the Jindan realm could not even stop the opponent's opponent's move. I'm afraid that Wang Tong's strength had exceeded the scope of the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

Lu Chen was very quick to think of this, and the moment Wang Tong appeared, he was even more surprised.

In fact, it is not only him, but also the six masters, Xu Gu, Qing Jing, Lang Yue, Yu Xu, Luo Min, Ge Shan and Lin Mo'er of the Immortal Alliance, who can all feel the huge pressure released by Wang Tong. This pressure is not as good as the powerful Nascent Soul hidden behind the Six Immortal Sects and Immortal Alliances.

"Can Wang Tong's strength reach the middle stage of the Nascent Soul?" Everyone was furious, and the shock in their eyes could not be concealed.

It is difficult to cultivate the truth, but it is more and more obvious in the realm. The middle-stage master of Jindan has been able to fight with one person in the early stage of the Great Golden Pill without losing. Not to mention the difference between the middle-stage Nascent Soul and the early stage of Nascent Soul. In addition, the Fengniu Beast, which has been kept by Wang Tong for three hundred years, has also broken through to the early stage of Nascent Soul. It has to be said that the strength behind Guiyuan Sect has reached the real first place in Dongzhou.

The cool breeze blew over, and the murderous aura contained in it was naturally coming from Wang Tong, the red and white robe. Ruju's eyes glanced at Lingxiu's peak. Seeing that the Guiyuan Holy Mountain lineage was damaged, Rusi, it was the seven orifices of Qi that were filled with smoke, and the anger was hard to calm down. Her wide robe quickly expanded from the inside out, and the magic power filled inside was about to surge out.

Wang Tong has been in seclusion, and only his beloved disciple Xiang Ning is responsible for the communication with the outside world. It was just the critical moment when Wang Tong was in seclusion and was studying an immortal method. Although he heard the roar outside and screamed repeatedly, he did not think that Guiyuan Sect was wiped out. He thought that the plan he had accumulated for three hundred years had already begun. But who expected that when he successfully left the seclusion, everything in front of him and his thoughts were completely adjusted.

Dozens of black cloud locks connecting the mountains have been blown up. Lingxiu, Wuyuan, Lingjue, Nanwu, and Beiyou all collapsed. Guiyuan Temple was blown into pieces, and tens of thousands of Guiyuan Sect disciples died in the mountains and valleys.

"What's going on?" Wang Tong shouted angrily.

Seeing this, Cao Yu flew forward in shock, and knelt down on the ground with a plop, and told the whole story about the matter.

After listening to it, Wang Tong's bloody eyes that turned bloody suddenly fell on the black cloud in the distance. His old face, covered in oil, couldn't help but tremble and shouted: "Dayan Immortal Art?"

Wang Tong's eyes turned sharp and his ruthless momentum surged out: "I didn't expect it was the Great Yan Immortal Art. OK, OK, OK~"

Three good words in succession, one (5) more powerful than the other. With the shout, the dozens of broken thick and long black cloud locks suddenly rose slowly from the edge of the mountain.

The clouds locked in all directions. As soon as they appeared, they turned out like the roots of plants. Countless slender black air ropes extended. These air ropes imitated the essence and spread to all directions. Then, countless black air ropes rose flat on the ground and penetrated straight into the clouds. Everyone was shocked and there were thousands of them. Each one exuded a rich spiritual energy, connecting with each other, forming a huge array of black air, trapping everyone present in it.

"Fengyun Lock Immortal Array?"

The magic circle condensed, and all the monks present felt that the magic power in their bodies was suddenly suppressed by an extremely powerful pressure, and they could not exert their own half-percent strength. This change made everyone look distorted. Many monks seemed to realize something and roared out of the magic circle, but when he hit the edge of the magic circle, the pressure directly pressed it into powder.

"I originally planned to keep all the six immortal sects here, but I didn't expect that I would be lucky enough to meet the successor of the Dayan Immortal Art. Since that's the case, let's keep it together~"
Chapter completed!