Chapter 419: Suppressing and Killing, Descending to the Holy Gate
The giant cloud lion attacked with great swiftness, biting the slowly suppressed word of death fiercely.
Its sharp claws and teeth tore cracks in the space.
But it could not shake the black and creepy word of death.
The moment it touched the word of death, it was like a drop of water in the ocean, not even a ripple could be made.
Not to mention tearing it apart.
It could not even stop its steps of suppression.
Mo Fan, who was not far away, had a trace of paleness on his face.
It was still very difficult to arrange this absolute death spirit formation with his peak martial emperor cultivation.
The absolute death spirit formation was the most powerful attacking spirit formation among the eight-grade spirit formations. It was based on the cultivation of the person who set up the formation. It could kill all warriors with cultivation below it. It was unstoppable and irresistible!
It was an extremely domineering formation!
Mo Fan's cultivation increased sharply to the peak martial emperor, and he arranged this absolute death spirit formation with the help of the downgraded spirit hand.
Although there are some discrepancies, not all those below the peak Martial Emperor will be spared, but those below the seventh rank will definitely not be able to survive.
And the third rank Martial Emperor Zhan Yunxiao is obviously one of them!
Previously, he used the Withered and Flourishing Finger, but was easily defeated by Zhan Yunxiao, just to relax Zhan Yunxiao's vigilance.
Then he dodged around, attracting Zhan Yunxiao's attention, but actually quietly placed a seal in this space.
Finally, this absolute death array was arranged.
Then, through the array artifact Zhenyuan Pen, the power increased greatly!
This created this dead end for Zhan Yunxiao.
Today, Zhan Yunxiao will definitely die!
As the black and inky death word slowly fell, Zhan Yunxiao was suppressed from the sky to the ground.
The so-called flying in the air and space transfer were all useless at this moment.
In front of this death word, Zhan Yunxiao, a dignified Martial Emperor, seemed as helpless and fragile as a mortal.
"You are actually an eighth-grade formation master!" Zhan Yunxiao was shocked.
He finally sensed that the word "death" was the power that could only be unleashed by an eighth-grade spirit formation.
The Mo Fan in front of him was not only powerful in combat, but also not inferior to the general initial-level martial emperor, and even an eighth-grade formation master!
An eighth-grade formation master is already not inferior to a martial emperor.
If one falls into the formation carefully planned by an eighth-grade formation master, no martial emperor can escape unscathed.
Zhan Yunxiao was in such a situation at the moment.
The contempt for Mo Fan in his heart disappeared in an instant, and endless regrets surged in his heart.
You know, he is an eighth-grade formation master, it is better to rescue the sword master and apprentice.
Even if Mo Fan is an eighth-grade formation master, it will take quite a while to arrange the formation, and it will not block them.
It can save his own life.
Now, not only is it likely that the Medicine Saint will not be saved, but even he will have to explain himself here!
Medicine Saint, who was protected by Zhan Yunxiao's domain, was also shocked when he saw this scene.
This Mo Fan is simply unreasonable.
Does his attainment as a formation master improve with his cultivation?
When he was a martial king, he was a seventh-grade formation master. Now that he is in the martial emperor realm, he can already arrange an eighth-grade spiritual formation.
Moreover, he always arranges formations beyond his level, and his speed is extremely fast, and he has never failed.
Even the realm master of the Conferred God Realm would not dare to guarantee such a skill.
Medicine Saint could not understand why his enemy was so powerful.
His cultivation was only at the peak of the martial emperor.
If he waited for him to break through to the martial emperor, or even the martial saint, wouldn't he be invincible in the world?
Time was running out, and Medicine Saint did not have time to remind Zhan Yunxiao that Mo Fan was still a formation master.
He did not take it to heart.
In his opinion, a seventh-grade formation master did not pose any threat to a martial emperor.
A seventh-grade formation could be destroyed by a martial emperor with a wave of his hand.
But who knew that this negligence would cause his long-time friend to lose his life.
"Die!"
Ignoring the chaotic thoughts of Medicine Saint and Zhan Yunxiao, Mo Fan shouted in a deep voice.
The word "death" suddenly grew a little bigger, and the black light flowed, seizing the soul, and the speed of slowly pressing down was also faster.
Zhan Yunxiao raised his hands up, making a gesture of supporting the sky, making the last resistance.
The crystal blue true energy in his hands surged out, like a surging sea tide, desperately surging upward.
But it was still useless.
"Ah——"
The word "death" fell and came into contact with Zhan Yunxiao's body.
The domineering power squeezed out Zhan Yunxiao's soul in the first time, and at the same time easily crushed and melted his body.
This power of annihilation is somewhat similar to the Hell Demon Flame of Medicine Saint.
After all, Zhan Yunxiao's soul is a martial emperor-level soul, even if he loses his body, it will not dissipate immediately.
Instead, he is making a comprehensible confrontation with the power of the word "death".
If the Absolute Death Spirit Formation can only kill the flesh, then it really doesn't live up to its reputation as an eighth-grade spirit formation.
No matter how powerful Zhan Yunxiao's soul is, it is only a matter of time before it is destroyed by the Absolute Death Spirit Formation.
Mo Fan was relieved when he saw this.
The Absolute Death Spirit Formation really did not disappoint him. Killing a Martial Emperor was a scene he had never dared to think of before.
He moved and came to the Medicine Saint who was protected by Zhan Yunxiao's domain and waited.
Mo Fan did not have no way to break this domain, but it would take a lot of effort.
However, as long as Zhan Yunxiao died, this domain would naturally dissipate, and the Medicine Saint would no longer have a barrier. Why would Mo Fan bother?
There is another point. If Zhan Yunxiao takes back his domain to protect his soul, there may be a one in ten thousand chance of escaping from the Absolute Death Spirit Formation.
However, this probability is very small.
And as long as he withdraws his domain to protect himself, Medicine Saint Lin Yang will also lose his protection and die.
Medicine Saint of course also knows this. With red eyes, he advised: "Brother Zhan, I am a burden to you!"
"His target is me. If you take back your domain, there is still a glimmer of hope!"
Zhan Yunxiao's soul was trembling. The confrontation with the Absolute Death Spirit Formation has reached the end of its strength.
After all, he still couldn't beat the tyranny of the Absolute Death Spirit Formation.
Perhaps it is the road to death, and the scenes in life are passing by quickly in front of his eyes.
The most important person in these long years is the Medicine Saint who was once high-spirited.
Gritting his teeth, Zhan Yunxiao summoned up his last bit of strength and shouted: "Brother Yao, without you, I wouldn't be where I am today! I owe you more than just one life!"
Then he looked at Mo Fan with hatred: "I won't let you succeed!"
His soul suddenly burned, and the white soul fire quickly spread throughout his soul.
The bone-eating pain made his face distorted.
"No! Zhan Yunxiao, what are you doing!" Yao Sheng seemed to have sensed something and stopped him anxiously.
Tears could not stop dripping from his eyes.
As the white flame burned, a ray of golden light shot straight into the sky from Zhan Yunxiao's soul, quickly expanding to form a golden beam.
The beam drew a mysterious pattern in the sky.
A simple and magnificent portal gradually took shape on the horizon.
A terrifying breath that made the world tremble slowly spread out from the door.
Mo Fan's pupils suddenly contracted, looking at the portal in the sky that appeared due to Zhan Yunxiao's burning soul.
He murmured three words: "Goddess Gate!"