The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

The Ten Thousand Immortals Array can be said to be an array within an array, which gathers the formations of the world in one furnace.

The first one was the four-element formation. As the four-element shapes surged in the formation, a copper wall and iron wall appeared in front of Chu Heng. It was fierce and fierce, as if it came from the ground.

After the four-element formation, there is the Liangyi formation. If someone enters the formation, they will sacrifice the magical effect of the Liangyi, try to intercept and teach profound skills, and send out thunder to trap those who break the formation.

Afterwards, there was a Tai Chi formation method, in which the Tai Chi style was followed, and chaotic stones were flying.

All kinds of them are innumerable.

This Ten Thousand Immortal Formation is probably a complete set of formations in the spirit world or even the fairy world!

terrible!

Chu Heng thought to himself, he doesn't know how beautiful and powerful the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation is in that fairy world?

Chu Heng sighed in his heart, and couldn't help yearning for the demeanor of Wanxian in the battle of the gods. +]

Seeing his expression, Daoxuan smiled.

At their level, they don't care about fame anymore. To him, victory is far more delicious than fame.

Even if everyone in the world thought that Chu Heng was fighting Daoxuan one-on-one, both he and Chu Heng understood that this battle was far from being between him and Chu Heng.

Chu Heng can be a person, but he, Daoxuan, can only represent all the demons!

One sliver of strength cannot be retained, only in this battle, one can either be detached, or... be buried here.

"What kind of self-confidence do you have?" Daoxuan looked at Chu Heng who was still not flustered.

In his opinion, even the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, which was only roughly comprehended, had already given him a great surprise.

If it weren't for the fact that he had already reached the tribulation stage at this time, he wouldn't even be able to tell that there were such great supernatural powers on the Jade Immortal Sword, let alone set up the formation.

Therefore, the theory of luck is not false.

Like Daoxuan, as a person who responded to the catastrophe, it can be said that he overturned the entire practice world in one day. The most amazing thing is that his practice is so fast that it can be said that he has the help of a god.

This great formation of ten thousand immortals is nothing more than luck. Now, everything is not a coincidence, but the real will of God.

Even Daoxuan knew this.

He seemed to be the goldfish swimming against the current, when suddenly an undercurrent emerged from the river and lifted him up.

But the undercurrent became more and more urgent and turbulent, but he couldn't extricate himself, he could only follow the force and leap forward.

If it succeeds, it will turn into a dragon from a carp.

If it doesn't work, he will be smashed to pieces in this turbulent undercurrent.

By this time, he had no way out.

"I have no way out, but what about you?" Daoxuan raised his eyes and looked at Chu Heng.

He didn't know that Chu Heng had already jumped out of the shackles of this world.

Chu Heng's gaze was as if there were no waves in the ancient well, as if the grotesque world formed by the formation of ten thousand immortals in front of him was not in his eyes.

Even the evil spirit of blood came to his nostrils, but it didn't make him frown.

"Thousand Immortal Formation is strong, but..."

Chu Heng raised his head and glanced at Daoxuan.

Daoxuan was startled, and actually saw a trace of regret in that gaze.

"But the people who set up your formation are really...too weak."

Chu Heng sighed in his heart, and drew out his sword.

His sword was not directed at the formation in front of him, not at Daoxuan.

Even, it just stabbed into the void.

But the Qingming on the sword became louder and louder.

It was as if someone was ringing one of the oldest and heaviest chimes.

The bell is clear and bright, resounding all over the world.

It seemed to be a leisurely sigh, and it seemed to be a call.

"The homeland is three thousand miles away, and the palace has been deep for 20 years. With a cry of He Manzi, tears fall in front of the king."

In the melodious poetry, there is boundless sadness.

Even in the deep palace, living in obscurity for 20 years, even forgetting the appearance of the house in his hometown and the faces of his parents.

However, when the music from that hometown sounded again, I couldn't stop crying.

It turned out that it was never forgotten.

At this time, the soft sound of the sword blade is like the folk song of the distant hometown.

I thought I had forgotten it, but it was imprinted in the minds of these enchanted monks, and at this moment, it surged out.

The past, the past, all kinds of demons.

It was like a dream.