Innate King Kong: My body can grow infinitely

When Li Dao and others were deep in the formation, they were seven or eight miles away.

The man with a beard and a big iron gun was sitting high on the dragon horse, with a sneer on his face and said: "Yang Yulong's baggage troops have all been driven into the battle. It is destined that no one can escape. Please spread the news quickly." Notify the commander!"

"Yes, General!"

A lieutenant beside him clasped his fists and quickly released the dove.

The other direction.

A place with towering hills.

Li Rufeng was wearing a golden robe and armor, with a tall body and a smile on his face. He quietly watched the rolling yellow sand in front of him, covering a huge area of ​​dozens of miles in radius.

Beside him, there were many figures standing, except for the two Taoist priests with big ears and golden eyes who did not wear armor.

The remaining people were all wearing heavy armor, full of murderous intent, and had sneers on their faces.

"Taoist Priest Ziyang's eight-door golden lock formation is really powerful. They trapped all Yang Yulong's people inside it so easily. Their true energy, blood, and spiritual power disappeared. They were destined to leave the water. No fish can escape!"

A big man with a rugged body smiled ferociously, cupped his hands and said: "Commander, let the last general take action. The last general's big ax is already hungry and thirsty!"

Li Rufeng smiled slightly and said: "Go, but don't kill Yang Yulong, I want to capture him alive."

"The last general takes command!"

The rugged man laughed ferociously, held the big ax, and sat directly on the dragon horse. He attracted a wave of sergeants and rushed directly towards the rolling yellow sand area in front.

His name is Zhang Mao, and he is a fierce general under Li Rufeng. He is a master of the sixth level of building the foundation of the physical system, and has always been highly regarded by Li Rufeng.

After he rushed in, other generals also asked for orders.

Finally, more than ten groups of people laughed and rushed into the formation.

Suddenly, a spiritual pigeon flew quickly from the sky and landed in Li Rufeng's hands.

Li Rufeng took a note from Lingge's leg, glanced at it, and said with a smile: "Yang Yulong's baggage troops have also been forced into this formation. So far, Yang Yulong's tens of thousands of troops, except for Xia Houfeng, have been All in my formation.”

"After this battle, there will be no more Yang family troops in the Fengzhou area!"

The big-eared Taoist next to him smiled.

Li Rufeng smiled slightly, said no more, and looked forward.

Being among the mountains, from a high position, he could take in the entire formation area, and even the rolling yellow sand could not block his sight.

Inside the formation.

Yellow sand filled the air, the wind howled, and the chaos obscured people's eyes, making it difficult to see the way ahead.

The entire world inside the formation was like a chaotic apocalypse.

Yang Yulong's face was ugly, and he was holding his spear tightly. He was currently sitting on a hillock, looking around, his mood was worse than ever, and he could be said to be filled with anger.

There were tens of thousands of soldiers around him originally. However, after entering the formation, they encountered several waves of enemy attacks. Now only a few thousand soldiers were left by his side.

The rest were all separated.

Even among these thousands of troops, most of them were injured at this moment, and they all looked embarrassed, with despair on their faces.

"The Eight-door Golden Lock Formation is such a big deal!"

Yang Yulong said angrily.

They evacuated all the way, originally safe and sound, but they didn't expect that just as they entered a small road, the environment changed drastically before their eyes, and they had already fallen into the enemy's formation.

"The Eight-Door Golden Lock Formation is divided into eight gates: Rest, Life, Injury, Duration, Scenery, Death, Shock, and Opening. The eight gates are running continuously, and the number of the sky is the same as the number of the sky. Once trapped, there is no other way except to find the Life Gate. There is no other way. If you want to operate the Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation, you need at least sixteen Tianqi Masters to act at the same time regardless of the cost. In order to deal with us, Li Rufeng actually invited so many Tianqi Masters!"

Chen He, the counselor on one side, also gritted his teeth and said.

The inheritance of the Tianqi Master has always been rare, and it is often avoided in the world.

Not only that, their cultivation improves extremely slowly, and it often takes more than ten years to reach the third and fourth levels of foundation building.

Just like Tenryuin and Mumuangkan in Toyosu area.

After so many years, only Zen Master Fahong and Taoist Master Qianye were able to do it.

The other disciples couldn't take action at all.

Because the cultivation level is too weak, it is completely useless.

For this eight-door golden lock array to operate, at least sixteen people like Taoist Qianye or people stronger than Taoist Qianba are needed.

Where did Li Rufeng invite so many Tianqi masters?

"Commander, the general will lead another charge. I don't believe that this mere formation can stop us. Even if there is no conflict, the general will reunite the people who were separated before. Li Rufeng wants to eat us, but he can't stop us." So simple!”

The deputy general next to him, Wang Yanlong, gritted his teeth and said.

He was covered in blood, carrying a long knife, and had multiple wounds.

Fortunately, he was a master of the physical system. Even though his energy and blood were suppressed, he still had the cultivation level of the third level of foundation building, otherwise he would have been killed here long ago.

This battle was the most frustrating battle he had ever fought in his career.

The other party didn't give him a fair chance at all.

"General Wang can no longer act rashly. This eight-door golden lock array has been completely activated. It is endless and will only become more and more confusing."

Chen He said immediately.

"Then are you just waiting to die here?"

Wang Yanlonghuan's eyes opened angrily.

"We are not necessarily waiting to die. As long as we persist for a few days, the reinforcements from General Xiahou will arrive. As soon as the reinforcements arrive, they will force back the Tianqi Master guarding the formation gate and the formation will disperse!"

Chen He said.

Yang Yulong also nodded slowly and said gloomily: "This is the only way."

But just as the words fell.

Suddenly, the sound of galloping horses came from afar, rumbling and shocking. A large group of Yellow Turbans suddenly rushed from afar, shouting and killing, and the crowd was endless.

The leading general, riding on a dragon horse, had a rough face, holding a big axe, laughing wildly, and said: "Yang Yulong is here, capture Yang Yulong alive!"

"Charge!"

"Kill!"

"Capture Yang Yulong alive!"

Countless Yellow Turbans rushed over quickly with shouts.

"It's Zhang Mao of the enemy!"

Wang Yanlong's eyes glared.

"Don't fight hard, fight and retreat!"

Yang Yulong shouted.

They were suppressed in their blood and true energy, and their strength was weak. They must not fight the opponent's generals, otherwise they would die.

"Break through!"

Wang Yanlong roared, summoned the remnants, and immediately fell into a deadly battle.

The whole area was in chaos.

Another direction.

In the rolling yellow sand.

Li Dao had just fought his way out of the encirclement, and when he looked back, he found that he had already lost the trace of Xiong Youde. His face changed slightly, and he quickly weighed it in his mind. Finally, he gritted his teeth and turned back to fight back.

He had just fought back when he encountered a group of Yellow Turbans who rushed towards him quickly with shouts.

Li Dao said nothing, waving the axe in his hand, like a windmill, rushing past.

For a while, there were screams, corpses flying, and blood splattering everywhere.

The axe in his hand was whirring in his hand, and it was extremely heavy, like a world-class weapon, which would hurt if it was touched, and kill if it was swept.

No one could stop it!

However, just as he killed the crowd, another general rode over, holding a spear and shouting: "Don't run, thief, do you recognize my general Ye Chen?"

He sat on the dragon horse and thrust his spear. The spear in his hand was wrapped by his strong true energy, and a layer of dark light was directly lit up. The tip of the spear made a hissing sound, and a three-foot spear light appeared, which was terrifying.

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