Six Hundred Thirty-Seven. Take a Ride

Many top powerhouses of the Daxuan Dynasty came to invade, and the Youan Sect also had such masters as Wu Zixiu and Nie Sheng here.

The two sides fought together, the situation was chaotic, and the entire Shenghezhou territory was turned upside down.

It's just that just as Yan Zhaoge expected, the Great Formation of the Darkness Sect protecting this place cannot function normally at this moment.

Under such circumstances, Wu Zixiu, Nie Sheng and others naturally lost more and more.

Another shot from Zheng Guogong of the Daxuan Dynasty made Wu Zixiu's old body even more stooped.

The Youan sect warrior beside him was shocked to see that Wu Zixiu's mouth was bleeding faintly.

Nie Sheng snorted and forced his opponent back, but got a sword wound on his right arm. He stepped back beside Wu Zixiu, and said via voice transmission, "It's impossible to defend like this."

Wu Zixiu wiped the corner of his mouth and coughed a few times: "The news that our sect intends to perform the ceremonies of the dark sun and moon has leaked out, and the Daxuan Dynasty wants to take this opportunity to investigate the whereabouts of the sect's main altar."

Nie Sheng said: "The arrow is on the string and we have to. Even if we don't activate the instrument, the Daxuan Dynasty has already got a clue."

"Since that's the case, it's better to fight to the end!"

Wu Zixiu fell into deep thought when he heard the words.

He looked up, and saw that above the sky, streams of fire rolled up, rolling up waves of fire, and a huge light streak in the sea of ​​fire condensed and formed, shining down like a mirror.

After the dark sect sub-altar was shrouded in this mirror light, there were streaks of black smoke rising.

The black smoke did not go straight up, but flew out obliquely, like a rope, one end was connected to the sub-altar of the Dark Sect, and the other end stretched to an unknown distance.

If the eyes are not limited to Shenghezhou, but focus on the entire Huangjiahai, you can find that several sub-altars of the Nether Sect were attacked violently almost at the same time.

Above each sub-altar of the Dark Sect, there is a strange and bright mirror light shining.

Lines of black smoke extended from different directions towards the void, and gradually converged together, pointing to the same place.

Looking at the black smoke over Shenghezhou, Wu Zixiu sighed: "I really came prepared."

The old man looked determinedly: "At this time, I really have to give it a go."

After finishing speaking, he raised his palm, and then supported the terrifying spearhead of Zheng Guogong of the Daxuan Dynasty in the sky above. At the same time, he slapped the palm of his own foot with the other hand.

Under his feet, the roads are intertwined with darkness and light, and the brilliance that is neither bright nor dark is lit up, showing the true colors of a giant magic circle together.

The magic circle started to run suddenly, and a strong light suddenly lit up in the center of the big circle, driving away the darkness in an instant.

However, this glare was fleeting, and it was swallowed by darkness again. The "darkness" at this moment was deeper, quieter, and even more terrifying.

Under Wu Zixiu's order, Chen Ke and other dark sect warriors did not join the battle group to support their fellow sects, but threw all kinds of sacrificial supplies that had been prepared into the formation.

The deep darkness is like a lake like a sea, everything enters it, and after a little bit of waves, it quickly returns to calm.

"It would be great if we could wait a little longer." Wu Zixiu shook his head, raised his hand to write a mysterious black rune in the air, and with a touch of his finger, the rune also sank into the darkness transformed by the great formation under his feet.

The warriors of the Daxuan Dynasty above also felt the change, and the offensive could not help but become more urgent.

Wu Zixiu, Nie Sheng and others resisted with all their strength.

The deep darkness began to expand continuously, the surrounding world went dark, and all the nearby light was being swallowed by this darkness.

Even in the sky above, all the warriors of the Great Xuan Dynasty also felt that the world around them was dimming.

Only a few top powerhouses such as Zheng Guogong still resounded with monstrous flames and were not affected by the darkness.

But everyone can feel the drastic changes in the guardian formation of the dark sect branch below.

The next moment, a brilliance that was not bright, but rather very dim, rose from the center of the formation. The brilliance also did not go straight up, but flew out obliquely.

The direction guided by the dim streamer is consistent with the black smoke, extending far into the void,

I don't know where to go.

And with the light of the brilliance, the darkness that shrouded the sub-altar of the Gloomy Sect began to dissipate continuously.

In the middle of the sea of ​​flames, a majestic man emerged. He looked like a middle-aged man with a beard.

Seeing that dim brilliance, he couldn't help frowning, abandoning Wu Zixiu, who had been fighting all along, and stabbing at that brilliance!

The flames and the streamer set off, and the falling gun point seemed like a real falling star, dragging a long tail flame, bombarding the dim light.

After the two sides collided, the middle-aged man's destructive spear was actually bounced off.

After the dim beam of light shook slightly, it still flew towards the distance.

This middle-aged man is naturally Zheng Guogong, one of the four great princes of the Daxuan Dynasty. His eyes were fixed: "Good guy!"

This beam of light seemed dim and inconspicuous, as if it was weak and muddy, but the power within it was heavy and vast, even Zheng Guogong, the sixth level of Wusheng, and the cultivation base of the late stage of seeing the gods, could not destroy it with a single blow.

He moved his spear again, Wu Zixiu and others rushed forward to block it.

"No matter what ideas you are planning, it will be in vain." Zheng Guogong said with a big laugh: "Even if the rituals of you rebels are completed, so what? Let's be wiped out together with your general altar."

Wu Zixiu made a counterattack, and was about to retort when a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face.

I saw someone in a sub-forum, whether intentionally or unintentionally, was involved in the center of the formation.

Wu Zixiu took a closer look, and that person was clearly Yan Zhaoge.

"This young man will be crushed by the power of the formation." Just as Wu Zixiu thought of this, he suddenly saw Yan Zhaoge struggling and disappearing into the dim beam of light.

Wu Zixiu was shocked. He was the host of the formation, and he could feel that in the dim beam of light, someone went straight to the sky with the streamer, and disappeared in an instant!

Wu Zixiu heaved a sigh of relief that it didn't affect the formation.

But this sudden change made Wu Zixiu wonder whether he was happy or worried for a while.

The powerful Daxuan Dynasty attacked again, and Wu Zixiu didn't have time to think about Yan Zhaoge's problem, so he could only meet the enemy first.

Yan Zhaoge also felt uncomfortable at the moment, as if being washed away by a mountain torrent, his eyes were blurred and his world was spinning.

"Damn it! Although there is a way to reverse the tide, the direction of the aura is too chaotic." Yan Zhaoge couldn't help but want to curse.

He dared to walk in, so he was naturally prepared. With the help of a unique method to protect his body, not only would he not be torn apart by the power of the dark patriarchal rituals, but he would also use the power of the rituals here in the branch altar to send himself to the main altar of the dark sect. The core of the Moon Festival.

It's just the taste of the road, which is really not good.

It's like doing a roller coaster and feeling seasick at the same time.

Yan Zhaoge was shaken to the point where he was in a mess, and after a long while, he finally rushed to the surrounding environment to gradually settle down.

"Huh?" Yan Zhaoge collected himself and looked around.

Then he saw a big black sun rising slowly in front of his eyes. (To be continued.) 8