Chapter 1495： No more Ningchuan

"Buzz?"

Above the void, the array pattern is diffused.

I saw a blood-colored ancient formation smashing across the sky and rolling down from the sky, covering the entire Qingluan Peak.

On the mountain road, a figure came again, with black clothes and black hair, and a handsome appearance.

At this time, there was a gentle and quiet smile on his face, giving people a kind of kindness.

"Whoever dares to intervene in this battle today, I will slaughter the entire Qingluan Peak."

However, what he said made everyone feel a chill in their hearts for no reason.

"you…"

Palace Master Qingluan's eyes trembled slightly, as if hesitating.

At this time, he could feel that the power contained in this ancient formation was enough to slay people in the holy realm.

How could a young man be so powerful?

Could it be that he is from... Qingcang Upper Realm?

"Hmph, do you mean to slaughter us together?"

Wang Wochao snorted coldly, his expression rather gloomy.

Since that day, he provoked Ling Xiao in the Emperor Shenwu Dynasty, and after being taught by the elders of the clan, his temperament has become much calmer.

However, the words of this black-clothed youth were so arrogant that it was hard not to make people angry.

"Yes."

Ning Chuan nodded and answered Wang Wochao's question seriously.

"you…"

Wang Wochao's eyes narrowed slightly, just about to get angry, but when he saw the mountain behind the green hills, there was a sudden sound of breaking wind.

I saw four figures stepping into the sky, looking indifferently at the ancient formation below.

The four of them were surging with a touch of holy will, and the one headed among them had reached the level of the seventh rank of the holy realm.

"Boy of the Meng family, if you retire now, I, Qingluan Academy, can assume that this did not happen."

The four figures descended from the sky and landed in front of Meng Yu.

The latter just shook his head slightly, and there was an extreme killing intent in his eyes.

Then, he turned his head and glanced at the young man in black, and the corners of their mouths raised a smile at the same time.

"kill!!"

"boom!!"

The blood-colored ancient formation fell from the sky and shrouded directly towards the four sacred powerhouses.

On the other hand, Meng Yu stepped out one step at a time, and there seemed to be a hundred shadows behind him.

The terrifying divine might spread out, even with the strength of the Four Great Sacred Realms, a look of horror appeared on his face at this time.

They could feel that the rushing power in the blood formation was enough to threaten their lives.

"Qingluan disciple!! Cloth Slaying Demons Great Array!!"

Palace Master Qingluan shouted angrily, and his whole body gushed out with spiritual power.

In front of the main hall, countless figures suddenly swept in, and in the changing handprints, streams of light gathered in the heavens and turned into a golden light formation, trying to destroy the blood formation.

And taking this opportunity, the elders of the four holy realms glanced at each other and rushed towards the black-clothed youth.

At this time, they have no regard for the face of the sect. Once this formation method falls, Qingluan Peak will really become a purgatory on earth.

"It's late."

However, facing the Four Great Sacred Realms and countless Qingluan disciples, there was no panic on the face of the young man in black.

I saw him looking up at the sky above the sky, the corners of his mouth raised a touch of radiance, and he said softly, "Ancient God-Slaughter Formation, the tenth blood domain!"

"boom!!"

Between the heavens and the earth, the sound of the Dao suddenly spread through thousands of miles, and the mountains and seas were destroyed.

I saw that the ancient formation that originally stood in the void suddenly fell, directly including the four holy elders and hundreds of Qingluan disciples.

In a short period of time, everyone saw that the Great Demon Slaying Formation arranged by Qingluan disciples shattered and opened.

At the same time, the bodies and souls of these disciples were also broken.

Only the Four Great Sacred Realms and Palace Master Qingluan seemed to be filled with panic and anger.

During the ups and downs of Shengwei, he finally blocked the blood formation in the air.

"Evil devil, be dead!!"

Before the battle stage, a lot of Jiuzhou Tianjiao's faces were angry, and Yuqi Lingbao swept towards the black-clothed youth.

Just facing the crowd, the latter didn't pay attention to them at all, and the ancient formations descended from the sky, trapping them all.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of Tianjiao from the upper realm trembled, and they were also a little surprised.

What is the origin of this young man, to be able to compete with the entire sect by himself?

"Who are you?!"

Prince Shenwu's eyes trembled, although he felt the cruel heart of this young man, but if... he could use it for himself, it would be fine.

"The fun of killing is never to kill the weak, but to kill the strong! From today, there will be no Ning Chuan in the world. My name is... Ning Wuchuan!"

Ning Wuchuan said indifferently, but everyone's faces became dull again.

Ningchuan?

Daotian Academy, the first disciple of the formation?

No wonder! !

No wonder he had such a terrifying talent for the formation path, it turned out to be this formation maniac.

"Stop it! There are several friends of mine in this Qingluan Academy."

Wu Tianqi said indifferently, and behind him, the void trembled quietly.

I saw a gray-haired old man showing his figure and standing behind him.

Ning Chuan's combat power is indeed extremely terrifying.

However, these lower realms are mostly false saints, and they are not worth mentioning at all.

And Ji Yang has surrendered, even if he is a man of martial arts.

Watching him being slaughtered so helplessly is really detrimental to Shenwu's face.

What's more, Qin Yan's combat power is even more terrifying.

If he can help Qingluan Academy settle this disaster, he may be able to use this as an opportunity to recruit him.

Of course, Wu Tianxing naturally thought of this idea.

Therefore, his face was also full of fighting intent, he got up and walked towards Ning Wuchuan.

"As I said, in this battle, whoever dares to intervene, I will kill whoever."

Ning Wuchuan turned his head and glanced at the direction of the battle platform, only to see that at this time, Meng Yu had already made his move, fighting with Qin Yan and Lin Yuan.

"Crazy!!"

Wu Tianqi snorted coldly, waved his palm lightly, and the old man behind him immediately disappeared.

An invisible force rolled down from the sky, Ning Wuchuan frowned slightly, not only did there not be a trace of panic in a pair of pure black eyes, on the contrary, the fighting spirit became stronger.

At the moment when his handprints changed, several ancient formations rose up, trying to stop the old man's figure.

However, his realm has still not been able to step into the holy realm, and now he has cast the Ancient God-Slaughter Formation.

Therefore, the number of formations only blocked the old man for a moment, and then it was completely broken.

A strand of blood fell from the corner of Ning Wuchuan's mouth, but he still didn't take a half step back.

He promised Meng Yu that he would definitely avenge his blood revenge for him.

Even if his body is shattered, he will not let anyone hinder Meng Yu's footsteps.

When the two fought, Meng Yu was seriously injured and dying.

But the hatred and obsession in him finally moved Ning Wuchuan.

After all, in this world, it is rare to find a confidant who is also addicted to killing.

"Om!!"

The buzzing resounded, and above Ning Wuchuan's head, a golden seal slammed down.

The **** pattern on it is clearly extinguished, and the holy power is mighty, and it is simply not something that people of the noble realm can resist.

Can! !

Just in Ning Wuchuan's eyes, the killing intent was awe-inspiring, and when he was about to try his best to cast the second ancient slaughtering formation, the void in front of him once again rippled.