Chapter 421: Four Holy Spirit Formation, Divine Incense Purple Fire

Saint Yunluo's eyes were full of indifference. In her eyes, Mo Fan was already a dead person.

Although he surpassed the level and killed Emperor Yunxiao, which was shocking.

Even though he had just saved his life from his own blow.

But the Martial Saint is a Martial Saint after all, and cannot be competed by the Martial Emperor level.

Only when one reaches the level of Martial Saint can one completely break away from the mortal body and become a higher-level being.

This is also the reason why the Medicine Saint can survive so many years in spirit after losing his body, and can even use his strength to fight.

Not only because he has powerful soul power and is a ninth-grade alchemist, but also because he was once a powerful martial saint.

Mo Fan looked at the pale aura that shot out, and his soul trembled.

That's a sign that the temperature has reached an extremely high level.

As a ninth-grade alchemist, Saint Yunluo is naturally a fire spirit warrior, and the explosive power of her attacks is extremely terrifying.

Especially as an alchemist, the control over temperature is also terrifying.

The incandescent flames have the ability to burn up all the wasteland.

The flames released by her Martial Saint cultivation are not much worse than the alien flames.

Mo Fan didn't dare to take a direct hit, but he didn't care that the burning heat in his body was not obvious yet, so he increased his speed to the extreme.

Stepping on the Wind and Thunder Steps, the entire space was filled with the afterimage of Mo Fan's body, making it impossible to tell the real thing from the fake one.

Seeing Mo Fan transforming into thousands of afterimages, Saint Yunluo said softly "Eh".

Then he showed an interesting look.

With a slight movement of his fingers, the flame that burned to pale white changed direction and headed straight for one of the figures in front of him.

Perhaps to ordinary people, each of these afterimages of Mo Fan looks like his real body.

But the soul power of the ninth-grade alchemist is so huge, and he is still a ninth-grade alchemist in his prime.

The current soul power of Saint Yunluo can be said to be more powerful than that of Medicine Saint.

The location of Mo Fan's true body was determined almost instantly. The flames rushed away, and all the shadows along the way were burned into nothingness.

Mo Fan, who was running away at high speed, was choked with blood from his mouth and nose. The blood was scattered all over the floor, but he didn't care.

Mo Fan had already expected that Saint Yunluo would discover his true identity.

The flames rushed behind him, and he could only run away desperately.

He can't die here. Medicine Saint is not dead yet, Lin Yang is not dead yet, Mo Qingkuang is not resurrected yet, and his wife is not married yet.

No matter what, you can't die here!

But how could he easily dodge the attack from the strong Martial Saint? He was about to catch up with the pale flames.

Mo Fan knew that Saint Yunluo had not tried his best.

She made the mistake common to all strong people, being aloof and looking down on the world.

She thought Mo Fan was just a handy trick, so she didn't go all out with every move.

Mo Fan gritted his teeth and threw the Zhenyuan Pen vigorously.

The Zhenyuan pen rotated rapidly in the air, and the wolf hair scattered and turned into dots.

The shadows all over the mountains and plains lit up and turned into countless points of light.

These light spots converged and condensed, forming a vivid white tiger with Xun wind blowing from its mouth, which was extremely powerful.

The white tiger looked up to the sky and roared. Suddenly a strong wind roared, sand and rocks flew, and dark clouds gathered.

The pale flames that followed Mo Fan were fiercely photographed.

A wisp of green smoke slowly floated up, burning the entire space until it was cracked, but it could be considered that the blow was barely neutralized.

Mo Fan still ran away frantically, and the afterimages behind him combined into holy beasts under the guidance of Zhenyuan Bi.

The Suzaku spits out flames, the Xuanwu rides on the waves, and the Qinglong swallows clouds and spits mist!

The four holy beasts gathered together to protect their descendants for Mo Fan.

"Eighth-level formation mage...no wonder."

Seeing that his attack was neutralized by Mo Fan again, Saint Yunluo's expression finally changed slightly.

No wonder he was able to leapfrog and kill Zhan Yunxiao. It turned out that Mo Fan was an eighth-level formation mage.

The four holy beasts in front of them are each thousands of feet tall.

Green dragons and red birds hover in the sky, while white tigers and black basalts guard the ground.

The power they each exude is no less than that of a powerful Martial Emperor.

This is Mo Fan's biggest killing weapon.

The dismantled version of the Nine-Rank Formation and the Four Holy Spirit Formation!

The Four Holy Spirits Formation is a ninth-level formation, and the holy beasts it summons are comparable to those of the powerful Martial Saints, four of them.

It is one of the most powerful attacking spiritual formations in the world.

However, his cultivation level is currently not enough to support him in setting up the ninth-grade spiritual formation.

In order to save his life, Mo Fan had no choice but to use an incredible understanding of the formation to split the ninth-grade and four-grade holy spirit array into four eight-grade spiritual formations of Blue Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku Xuanwu.

Each one has the power of the Martial Emperor!

Especially the White Tiger Spiritual Formation among them, perhaps because I own a white tiger, I am deeply impressed and familiar with it.

The white tiger divine form summoned by the White Tiger Spiritual Formation possesses the divine form and is also the strongest among them.

Coupled with the bonus of the Zhenyuan Pen, it is comparable to the sixth-grade Martial Emperor.

It is also because of these four eighth-grade spiritual formations that the true energy in Mo Fan's body has been completely drained, and the frequent large-scale condensation of seals consumes an astonishing amount.

The true energy in the meridians was also stripped to the last drop.

Mo Fan's face was as golden as paper, and he was panting heavily.

With every breath he took, the spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius was stripped out of the air and inhaled into his belly in one breath.

Only then did his face look slightly better.

Then he continued to escape forward through these spiritual energy, and then breathed and absorbed the spiritual energy.

Mo Fan's body was like a machine that was constantly overloaded.

Even blood was oozing out of his pores.

Mo Fan knew that such behavior would cause great damage to himself.

But at this moment, he could not care about so much. He did not dare to stop for a moment.

If he stopped, he would die.

His purpose was very clear. He escaped to the territory of the demon country by using the short time gained through the slight obstruction of the Four Holy Spirits Formation.

If the Saint Yunluo dared to chase him again, the Great Saint of the demon clan would definitely stop him.

It was not to help Mo Fan, but the demons and humans had their own territories, and naturally would not allow the strongest of other clans to easily set foot.

By then, he would be safe.

The soul of the Saint Yunluo had been locked on the fleeing Mo Fan.

The four sacred beasts in front of him covered the sky and the sun, and their momentum was terrifying.

"Do you think these paper tigers can stop me?"

The Saint Yunluo snorted coldly.

With her petite body as the center, purple flames spread all over the sky, turning the entire space into a purple sea of ​​fire.

At the same time, there was a faint fragrance that filled the world.

This is her natal flame!

Divine Fragrance Purple Fire!

She was gifted. It was said that when she was born, purple fire fell from the sky, and the fragrance spread for thousands of miles.

Divine Fragrance Purple Fire, this kind of heaven-fallen strange fire, was hidden in her body since she was young, and it was not until she became a saint and reached the holy realm that it was fully awakened.

Strictly speaking, its power is even greater than the hellish flame of the Medicine Saint.

She used the Divine Fragrance Purple Fire, and it was obvious that she was going to do it for real.

I saw the purple fire spreading out, the sky was full of fire, and the whole world was embraced.

Everywhere I looked was purple.

Mo Fan had no intention of commanding the Four Holy Spirits Formation. The four sacred beasts instinctively launched a counterattack.

Xunfeng, Yinshui, Liehuo, Yunlei merged into one, bursting with golden light, and bombarded the spreading purple sea of ​​fire.