In the eyes of Qingkong Sword King, the black pupils spread outward, filling the entire eyeball.
Three different laughters sounded in the space near Qingkong Sword King.
One is tender, the other is thick, and the other is hoarse.
In the divine world of Qingkong Sword King, three figures with astonishing evil aura walked out. Each of their auras were very powerful. The fluctuations they emitted shook the surrounding formations of light walls through countless numbers.
One of the figures, an embroidered big-headed rag doll, said with a harsh smile: "Feng Yunba, Xuanyuan Qing, Shang Hong, your end has come, surrender and the Dark Temple, there should be a way to survive! Haha!"
It¡¯s very strange. When it laughs, it¡¯s like there are thousands of overlapping sounds.
The sound contained powerful fluctuations in spiritual power, causing all the monks under the Great Sage on the divine ship to collapse to the ground, holding their heads and wailing in extreme pain.
Even the Great Sage needs to try his best to fight.
"Eating the ground!"
"Human skin lantern!"
"Zhao Wuyan!"
Xuanyuan Qing read out three names in succession, his eyes were extremely cold and his heart sank into the abyss.
The three people in front of you are all top-notch evil types in the Dark Temple. Any appearance of any one of them can disturb the starry sky. With three people arriving together, plus a Qingkong Sword King who was controlled by Wuyue, today was truly the end of the world.
It¡¯s Ragnarok in heaven!
The only chance now is the attack formation of the Xuefeng Divine Ship. If the attack formation is fully activated, there will be a chance for a comeback.
"Submit to the Dark Temple, you may be dreaming."
Xuanyuan Qing grabbed the Divine Sword of Light with both hands, and the divine energy in his body was running wildly, and he thrust it into the ground.
"Wow! Wow! Wow"
Countless white lightsabers rushed up from the ground, and the rules of heaven and earth in the surrounding space were all transformed into rules of light and rules of swordsmanship, condensing into a bright sword field, spreading towards the three major gods of the Dark Temple and the Clear Sky Sword King.
Zhao Wuyan was riding on the back of a five-foot-tall red-hued ghost beast, wearing dark armor, and chuckled: "Xuanyuan Qing, are you seeking death by running your spirit like this?"
The big-headed rag doll named "Earth Eater" smiled and said: "She is stalling for time and wants to trap us."
"I'll stop her, and you go destroy the formation center on the Xufeng Shenship."
The human skin lantern emits bright light all over its body. It has long black hair, and its skin is covered with sewing stitches. It holds a battle ax that exudes a strong dark aura, crushes white lightsabers, and attacks Xuanyuan Qing. .
"Xuanyuan Qing, your cultivation level is just that of Taibai for the first time, and it is far from that of your elder brother!"
"Nine forms of killing."
"Boom!"
The human skin lantern was chopped out with an axe.
All the lightsabers between him and Xuanyuan Qing shattered into pieces, and the overwhelming divine power spread outward, knocking away the monks standing outside the sword area. Those with weaker cultivation levels were directly transformed into a pool of blood and mud.
"So strong! The combat power of this human skin lantern may not even be a match for Xuanyuan Qing in his prime." Zhang Ruochen looked at Qingkong Sword King, Devouring Earth, and Zhao Wuyan.
I saw that they turned into three divine lights and rushed towards the formation center of the Xufeng Divine Ship.
The small formations and divine patterns of the divine ship cannot stop them at all, and can only block them slightly for a moment.
"We can't let them destroy the center of the formation, otherwise all of us will die here today."
The gods of the Wind Clan and all the gods in the Temple of Light, including Shang Hong and Jialinan, knew that the situation was critical, and did not bother to refine the toxins in their bodies, turn them into rays of divine light, and go to intercept the three gods.
Zhao Wuyan stopped, holding a strange warrior with a crescent-shaped blade in his hand, laughed loudly, and swung it out in the air.
¡°Bang bang!¡±
Three gods in a row were split open and turned into blood mist and bone fragments.
Of course he is a false god!
"I'm here to stop them."
Qingkong Sword King pointed out, and a huge sword as bright as the scorching sun flew out from his fingertips and rushed straight towards Shang Hong.
Shang Hong pressed his right arm forward, exerted his magical power, and the sky glowed in front of him.
¡°Bang!¡±
Xiaguang was torn apart by the sword energy, Shang Hong's divine body was pierced, and a large amount of divine blood flew out.
However, the strange thing is that Shang Hong's broken body was divided into three parts and turned into three identical divine bodies. Each of them used their magical powers to withstand the next attack of King Qingkong Sword.
Zhang Ruochen is tangled in his heart. The current situation is very unfavorable for Heaven. Defeat is only a matter of time. He really wants to take advantage of the chaos to save Xiao Hei and Xue.Looking straight ahead, he looked at a seventy-two-story formation tower.
That is the formation center of the Xufeng Divine Ship. The formation tower is surrounded by thunder and lightning, and divine patterns are intertwined. The divine pattern is an ancient heaven-level divine pattern, which contains the power to kill gods. Even if a great god wants to force his way in, it will not be easy.
The big-headed rag doll stood under the formation tower, pointing its finger upward. A spiritual thread on the fingertip rushed upward, wrapped around Feng Xuan's neck, and hung him in the air.
That way, it¡¯s like lifting a fish out of the water without closing the pole.
The key is that it does not have a rod in its hand, only a line.
Feng Xuan is a high-ranking god with a perfect cultivation level. Even if he is wrapped around his neck, he should have the power to resist. But now, the power in the body seems to be locked up, and no matter how hard he struggles, it is useless.
The big-headed rag doll's eyes were red, its mouth was wide open, and it smiled at Mr. Mo who was standing at the door of the tower: "Open the formation and divine patterns, and I will let him go."
Mr. Mo had already woken up and snorted: "You are dreaming."
¡°Okay, then there¡¯s no other way!¡±
The big-headed rag doll was disappointed and closed his fingers.
The spiritual thread wrapped around Feng Xuan's neck suddenly tightened, and with a "puff" sound, divine blood splashed, Feng Xuan's head separated from his body, and fell from the air.
Mr. Mo roared angrily, causing a divine thunder to fall from the sky.
The big-headed rag doll pressed its palm into the void, formed a dark cloud of spiritual power, blocked the divine thunder, and said: "The attack array of the Xufeng Divine Ship requires the support of several gods to fully activate. Momo, what you are inducing now How can you defeat me with strength? How come your mental power hasn¡¯t broken through to level 80 yet?¡±
"I alone can activate the attack formation."
Mr. Mo's peach head burned, and he was obviously going to fight for his life. He separated out twelve spiritual clones in a row, stood in various directions of the formation tower, formed seals with his hands, and under the control of spiritual power, the formation tower slowly rotated. .
but¡¡
"Boom!"
The divine ship shook violently, and cracks appeared in the hull.
Mr. Mo looked up and saw a talisman that was thousands of miles long, pressing down from the sky. On the talisman, billions of talisman patterns flowed like rivers, converging into a skull pattern.
Wu Yue¡¯s figure stood above the talisman.
"Oh my God, the Talisman of the Sorrow Picture! How could it be the Talisman of the Sorrow Picture? God is going to destroy our Wind Clan!" Mr. Mo was extremely angry and looked up to the sky and roared sadly.
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