Chapter 1767： I will fight him

"Um."

Hearing what Meng Yu said, Ning Wuchuan nodded calmly, frowning at the vast rune that fell like a galaxy.

At the end, he suddenly said in a deep voice, "I don't seem to be able to beat him either."

"Pfft!"

Beside the two of them, Hua Hua shook his head and smiled, especially the seriousness on Ning Wuchuan's face at this time, it was truly unbearable.

"Then what are we waiting for? Run?"

"I said I couldn't beat him, but I didn't say I couldn't trap him. If you pretend to force it, it's fine for the son to do it."

Ning Wuchuan's tone was indifferent, a pattern suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he looked up at the sky.

The next moment, I saw a black light formation rising against the sky, turning into a hundred zhang divine ban, covering Long Aotian and the endless dragon patterns.

"Thirteen Yamas!!"

"Om!!"

Various kinds of divine light intertwined and evolved from the void, and finally merged into a magnificent ancient formation, suppressing everything.

And in that formation, the thirteen phantoms of Yama stood quietly, each exerting supreme magical powers, blocking the dragon talisman.

"Crack!"

With the power of this ancient killing formation, at this time, the dragon talisman could not be completely blocked, and it was not until the three phantoms of Yama were broken that they suppressed all the dragons.

"Um?"

Long Aotian stood in the formation, his eyes waved, "It's interesting, Human Race, how did you enter the land of Huang Luo?"

The way of the formation of puppets is the unique magical power of the human race, and it is only a small skill of carving insects.

What's more, looking at the place where the phoenix landed, only the Jin Jiao clan possessed the blood of the dragon clan.

And Huahua in front of her, the dragon power on her body is even more terrifying than he who has merged with the blood of the Divine Phoenix, so her origin can only be... the outside world.

"Don't tell me? I'll give you one more chance in the end to surrender to this holy son, maybe this holy son can spare your life."

Even in the face of the ten Yamas, Long Aotian still did not have a trace of fear on his face. Instead, he kept his hands in the environment and looked at the people below with disdain.

"Yes! I advise you that surrendering to my clan's holy son is your only way out, otherwise..."

Before Gu Lin, Jin Guixun said with a domineering tone and sneered.

However, before he could finish his words, Hua Hua suddenly reached out and slapped him on the head.

Suddenly, a force of devouring pressed down, swallowing up all the vitality of his body.

"Um?"

Above the void, Long Aotian's eyes wavered, implying murderous intent.

"You dare to kill my servant! Very well, I admit, you... succeeded in angering me!"

"Roar!"

When the voice fell, I saw that a colorful divine light suddenly lit up outside him, and the bones all over his body seemed to exude a fairy melody.

At this time, Long Aotian is like a dragon master who has been exiled from nine days, and the supreme power is pouring out, reflecting the whole void where he is.

Then, he waved his palm again, covering the sky and the earth, resisting the phantom shadows of the Ten Great Yamas.

One after another golden dragon talismans are linked to each other, like chains, entangling the heavens.

This kind of power was so terrifying that even the sky was pierced, revealing dark and deep cracks.

And Ning Wuchuan's face became extremely solemn.

He could feel that at the moment Long Aotian shot, the entire Yama Great Array was on the verge of being broken.

As expected of an ancient freak, this kind of combat power is really not comparable to contemporary.

Of course, if Ning Wuchuan's realm can step into the supreme level, under the same realm, this miscellaneous flood dragon is not something to be afraid of.

It's a pity, after all, it's a long time ago, and it has taken some years to take advantage of it.

"Boom!!"

Long Aotian's expression was indifferent and his blood was surging.

And with every shot he made, the Yama Great Array would shatter into many fine cracks.

The golden runes run through the heavens and the earth, like a trapped ancient beast, once freed, it will be doomed.

"This holy son is a bit fierce."

A groan flashed in Meng Yu's eyes, and he actually felt a hint of oppression on Long Aotian.

In the past, when encountering such difficult opponents, there were young masters standing in front of them, fighting the world.

But this time, the son did not show up, and he just felt the real danger of this immortal path.

Inexplicably, Meng Yu's heart was unspeakably moved.

What a quiet time, but someone is carrying the load for you.

"Let's retreat first, I will stop him, send a voice transmission to the son, and tell him... There is a big fish hooked."

Ning Wuchuan's expression was indifferent, and there was still no trace of fear.

Even if he knew clearly, the strength of this Long Aotian was not something he could compete with at all.

But, what does it matter, what Ning Wuchuan wants... is never to survive, but to be enlightened in the midst of killing and perishing.

Because, all the hardships that cannot destroy me will eventually make me stronger!

"Brother Wuchuan, I am with you."

Meng Yu shook his head, but he didn't mean to back down.

"The Destiny Guard still needs to be tempered. If the losses are heavy today, this responsibility... can you afford it?"

Ning Wuchuan frowned, with the strength of his side with Meng Yu and the Nine Hundred Destiny Guards, he might not be able to kill the Supreme.

However, such a price would certainly be extremely heavy.

Not necessary.

As long as he can drag the son down, Long Aotian and Ye Liangchen will all have to die.

"But…"

Meng Yu was about to say something, but he heard a sudden rush of wind breaking from above the void.

I saw Long Aotian hold it in the palm of his hand, and a golden halberd suddenly emerged, and the runes on it flowed and swept away, destroying all the ten phantoms of Yama.

"Too strong! Aotian Holy Son is too strong."

In the other void, the nine demon saintess covered their red lips with their hands and looked horrified.

even! !

Those who had hatred in their hearts before, now looked at Long Aotian with a sincere awe in their eyes.

Since ancient times, beautiful women have loved heroes, especially this demon woman, and they have admired powerful men.

And Long Aotian, whether in terms of appearance, temperament or strength background, is impeccable.

In particular, at this time, facing thousands of enemies by himself, he was still unafraid, and shattered all obstacles with absolute hegemony.

This courage is really fascinating!

"Come on, don't make trouble for me."

Ning Wuchuan looked indifferent, stepped out and fell into the formation.

At this time, there were also countless dao patterns lingering on his body, which filled the originally broken formation.

even! !

In those pure black eyes, there was a different kind of fanaticism.

Then! !

I saw him licking his lips, his hands slowly rising, and the Dao lines all over his body surged, turning into a phantom of Yama, covering him.

It was a huge skeleton with a dark body, surrounded by endless black magic flames.

From a distance, it looks like a **** of the underworld who came out of the underworld, intimidating the ages!

"Thirteen Yamas, Void Flames!"

Ning Wuchuan grinned, as if merged with the ghost, and on a delicate and fair face, the magic lines were attached, showing the supreme evil.