Daqin: I became a saint by reading, and I started by summoning Daxue Longqi!

boom!

The mountain rocks shattered, and where the lightning landed, wisps of lightning power swam non-stop.

On the ground, the corpses of dozens of Onmyoji disciples turned into gray-black coke.

The fire was burning.

The breeze blows, instantly turning into fly ash.

Surrounded by screams, he was injured by the residual lightning power.

"This?"

A group of Yin Yang disciples witnessed this scene happening beside them, they were stunned, swallowing their saliva, not daring to take a step forward.

Hundreds of other schools, all major forces, looked at the leading disciples of the Yin-Yang family who were only hit by the formation, and dozens of people died.

My heart was churning with turbulent waves, it was unbelievable!

These are dozens of Onmyoji disciples, all of whom are elite warriors!

boom!

There was another thunderclap in the sky!

A blue lightning dragon roared and killed it.

Immediately afterwards, thunder dragons landed one after another.

Looking at this scene, they were stunned, their bodies trembled, and they just wanted to run away.

In the formation, Six Swordsmen, Wei Zhuang, and everyone in the peasant family are also facing the same scene at this moment.

Thunder dragons devoured them one after another, trying to drown everyone in the sea of ​​thunder and lightning.

"hateful!"

Da Si Ming's face was livid.

Moon God's beautiful face also showed a trace of solemnity: "Confucianism has such a means to arrange formations and attract celestial phenomena, it is very mysterious!"

"My Yinyang family also has this method, but it's a pity that I couldn't arrange it in time, and let your Confucianism take advantage."

"Ah!"

The corners of Zhang Liang's mouth turned up, and he smiled confidently: "Confucian methods are more than that."

Learn from the wind in the valley, and use the shade to rain!

The north wind is cool, and the rain and snow are cool!

Fire in July!

The howling wind and the heavy rain swept towards the remaining hundreds of disciples of the Yin Yang family and the major forces around them.

Under the strong wind, sand and rocks were flying, and the ground was muddy. Their bodies were blown and swayed and they could not stand still. In addition, their feet were slippery, and some people even fell directly to the ground.

At the same time, the strong wind gradually became cold and severe, accompanied by rain, and heavy snow fell!

The temperature dropped instantly to be colder than the twelfth lunar month of winter, vowing to freeze everything.

In an instant, countless people were frozen, stretched out their hands and struggled for help, but it was all in vain.

Above the formation, the bright sun was in the sky, and huge streamer fireballs gushed out one after another.

Boom boom boom!

The streamer fireball hit the ground, devouring hundreds of farm disciples, bursting and roaring, and the void was hot.

Hundreds of farm disciples wailed miserably and struggled to escape from the range of the fire.

But it broke into a stream of fire and exploded, completely turning into coke.

All kinds of celestial phenomena and natural disasters are coming!

In just a short period of time, Confucianism gained the upper hand.

Even Wei Zhuang was bombarded by the two thunder dragons, his flesh and blood were numb. The icy cold could not freeze him, but it also made him feel cold, which affected him a little.

As for the three main hall masters of the peasant family, at this moment, they are barely supporting the formation of celestial phenomena.

"The Confucian method is really incredible!"

Ying Ziye couldn't help sighing with emotion when he witnessed the various killing techniques that aroused the celestial phenomena in the formation.

but!

There was no fear in his eyes.

On the contrary, it is an unprecedented excitement!

Beside Ying Ziye, a group of members of the bad guys guarded and guarded the surroundings.

Yuan Tiangang and Jian Jiu looked down at the formation, and Zhang Liang borrowed the power of the formation to attract the celestial phenomena, and he couldn't help nodding his head with admiration.

"Enough of watching the show, it's time to act!"

Ying Ziye groaned with a smile.

The body soars into the air, trampling the void, and the black brocade robe is extremely bright under the reflection of the blood moon, just like the night emperor descending into the world!

Falling into the formation, Ying Ziye quickly rushed towards Soul Devouring Prison.

"Stop him!!!"

In an instant, everyone's eyes were on the man who fell from the sky!

For a time, the various forces showed their abilities.

The purpose is to stop it! ! !

Rumble!

A thunderbolt struck, a huge silver-white lightning dragon traversed the sky, its sharp claws tore through the space, and charged towards Ying Ziye.

"Humph!"

Ying Ziye pointed at the sword together, and a sword shadow soared into the sky and went against the sky.

The endless sword energy moved with it, and the sharpness made everyone present feel cold.

cut!

The sword shadow soaring to the sky easily slashed the silver-white lightning dragon.

The thunder burst and lingered in the void, wisps of thunder and lightning were wiped out by the sword energy.

Chapter 58 A dog that is disrespectful to its owner should die!

Boom boom boom!

Seeing that a thunder dragon could not eradicate Ying Ziye.

The formation was running crazily, and thunder dragons swam in the air, killing him again.

Among Thunder Dragons!

Ying Ziye's figure was majestic, standing among the mountains.

With a little step, he rose into the air, his whole body was concentrated, and his whole body seemed to be transformed into a long sword.

No matter how thunder dragon comes to kill, with just one point of the sword, it can be easily killed!

The flowing fire roared, and dozens of flowing fires swooped down at the same time, turning Ying Ziye's body into a huge sea of ​​flames with a radius of several miles.

It is unknown how many people were affected and died tragically.

However, the raging fire couldn't touch his body at all, and even his robe couldn't burn!

Powerful true energy formed a black shield, engraved with mysterious dao patterns, and the aura flowed, isolating everything.

"Thunder Dragon Liuhuo couldn't stop him at all!"

Zhang Liang looked ugly.

People from various schools of thought and all major influences were even more frightened.

This person is too strong!

In the face of such a celestial attack, he was unscathed!

The formation arouses the celestial phenomena, thunder dragons, strong winds, heavy rain, ice and snow, and flowing fire all kill them.

Most of the power of the entire formation poured towards Ying Ziye.

"Ah!"

"The light of the firefly, how dare you compete with the bright moon!"

Ying Ziye drinks coldly!

Sleeve robe waved, and a hurricane vortex formed by a huge sword energy swallowed up all celestial killing techniques.

boom!

A bang.

Thunderstorms and snowstorms dissipated.

The colorful divine splendor rises, intertwined with auras, and disappears.

"It's so scary!"

Even the Moon God couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

Shao Siming's beautiful eyes looked at the majestic figure in the black brocade robe, his gaze was touched, and his heart, which used to be as calm as water, couldn't help but feel a wave of turmoil.

The three hall masters of the farmhouse stared wide-eyed, and couldn't help opening their mouths.

Six Swordsmen stared at the emperor-like figure in the sky with burning eyes, then took a step back, gave up fighting with Fu Nian and Yan Lu, and unleashed their swords together to kill him.

"Prevent him from entering Soul Devouring Prison!"

Really just said it.

They can't be the first to enter, so they must not let others enter first!

"Ah!"

Seeing this, Ying Ziye let out a sneer and slapped it out.

A huge palm print of several tens of feet suddenly appeared in the void, the lines of the palm print were clearly visible, and the black divine splendor was dark and deep, devouring everything.

In an instant, the Six Swordsmen's offensive was wiped out.

Even the black giant palm carried an incomparably violent divine aura, devouring them instantly.

puff puff!

Blood spurted from the mouth of Six Swords Slave, and was suppressed by Ying Ziye's palm.

Fu Nian and Yan Lu witnessed this scene. At close range, their robes were swayed by the black giant palm, and their figures swayed uncontrollably.

"Suppress the Six Swordsmen with one palm!"

All the major forces present were in an uproar.

The farm family originally wanted to stop it, but seeing this scene, they immediately died down.

"The figure in the black brocade robe must be stopped, otherwise he will definitely break into the Soul Devouring Prison!"

Gai Nie and Xiaoyaozi looked at each other, trying to separate one of them to stop it.

But Wei Zhuang saw through their plan and increased his offensive greatly, dragging the two of them back.

At the same time, Ying Ziye laughed loudly, and sang in his mouth: "The whole life advances and retreats like a hurricane, looking at the sky of talents; facing the sky alone with a cold sword, why should I be a hero..."

The momentum is magnificent, the voice is huge, resounding between heaven and earth!

The faces of all the people present were livid.

The heavens are not in his eyes, and he dares to cross the sword.

And the heroes of the world are not taken seriously!

This is not arrogance, but domineering self-confidence!