And at this moment, the formation drawn by Mo Zhiyu finally took shape, and there was a roar, as if the pillar of light that was soaring to the sky behind them trembled, and in a trance, it seemed that a flying dragon circled the pillar of light and soared straight into the sky.

A strong light bloomed at this moment, just blocking these monsters at the "close at the end of the day", and in the next moment, smashing these "close at the end of the day" monsters into the sea.

This is the defensive circle drawn by Mo Zhiyu, the "Imperial Defense" of the Chaos Domineering Qi Chaos Realm!

The wall of light in this circle was as thin as a cicada's wings, but on the surface of the wall of light, countless golden and red electric snakes flashed, and these electric snakes crisscrossed and formed a second barrier.

The young disciples gathered around the periphery of the pillar of light, all shocked by such power. They are all elite disciples of the sect, and the people in the Chaos Realm have seen a lot, but they have never seen such a strong, domineering Chaos Realm, which is comparable to the Hongmeng Realm.

And this is not an attack circle for ordinary military cultivation, but a defensive circle that can only be set up by formation cultivation.

They all looked at Mo Zhiyu's back, and saw this man standing there with his blade in both hands, his body Yuan Force vibrating out without reservation, as powerful as a celestial man.

Luo Yiying, who was still seriously injured before, has now improved a lot after taking the Rejuvenation Pill, he stood up with the support of the people around him, looked at Mo Zhiyu, and coughed lightly: "How did I forget, this is a military cultivator who knows how to form formations." ”

"A military cultivator who knows how to form a formation?" When the people around him heard the news, they were stunned on the spot, "Can military cultivation still practice formations?" ”

"Don't you see it now?" Luo Yiying replied casually.

Of course, the disciples beside him were surprised, and someone finally rang out: "I remember that in the records of the Xianhua League, there was a strange competition in the Sword Conference two hundred years ago, which was unprecedented and unprecedented.

At that time, the record was 'one is the cultivation of good swordsmanship, and the other is the cultivation of good formations, which is rare in the world'. These two people, one is the young master of the Leiyin Pavilion Vulgar Sect, Mo Ziyu, and the other is Lord Mo! ”

"What was the result?" The young disciples were aroused by their curiosity, and now that they were protected by a defensive array, they all relaxed, completely forgetting that they were not out of the predicament, but instead cared about the past two hundred years ago.

This storytelling disciple scratched his head and said regretfully, "Lord Mo has lost!" ”

"Huh?" There was a sigh in the field.

Luo Yiying, as a witness back then, was not interested in the discussions of these young people, his eyes turned into the distance, and he continued to pay attention to the changes of those monsters.

After being strongly blocked by Mo Zhiyu, these monsters were also shocked and did not approach rashly. It's just that these monsters are far more sensitive to the Yuan Force than the Terrans, and they also plan to use the Yuan Force to break through the aperture opened by the Yuan Force.

The black mist was dispelled, but at the moment when the aperture was formed, it was strongly blown out by the Yuan Force of the Ink Delirium. Now, these black mist returned, approaching the aperture again, and the void smoke and dust collided with the tangible and insubstantial aperture of aperture, rubbing together to create a "sizzling" sound.

The aperture didn't seem to have anything to do, but Mo Zhiyu could feel that the smoke was corroding his Yuan Force. Nothing is without weaknesses, and although Mo Zhiyu himself can move freely in the Extreme Abyss Poisonous Mist, it does not mean that he can exert all his strength in the Extreme Abyss Poisonous Mist.

This abyssal poisonous mist can still poison his Yuan Force, and in the same way, it can also corrode the magic circle he created.

Soon, the aperture was forced back by the black smoke and began to compress significantly. Mo Zhiyu also slowly moved a step back, and then slowly pushed the ink knife in his hand forward.

The aperture trembled, and more Yuan Force emanated from the ink-colored blade in Mo Zhizhi's hand, blocking the traces of aperture compression.

However, these fogs became deeper and deeper, and they were already intertwined with the red gold electric snake on the surface of the aperture, rubbing purple fireworks, and the scene was once weird.

The monsters outside seemed to be called by the purple fireworks, and they bared their teeth again and rushed towards the aperture.

"Bang!"

The first long-tailed monster slammed into the aperture, but instead of being bounced off like before, the entire aperture trembled. Because those abyssal poisonous mist had already corroded the surface of the aperture, it was like iron had been oxidized into rust, and no matter how sharp the blade was, it would be rusty and dull, and it would not be able to exert its due power.

With the first successful impact, the remaining monsters roared and rammed.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

The sound of impact came and went, and each impact shook the entire aperture, and also shook everyone's hearts, making them feel relaxed just now, and now they were nervous again.

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

The impact grew stronger, and more and bigger monsters surfaced from the bottom of the sea. The nimble long-tailed monsters nimbly retreated, leaving more room for the big, muscular ones. As long as these big guys are bumped once, it is comparable to five monster hits before.

The monsters changed teams in an orderly manner, filling the periphery of the aperture with big monsters. They hit more frantically, harder and harder. The aperture that was as thin as a cicada's wings finally appeared "as thin as a cicada's wings", and the tangible and qualitative light and shadow on this side cracked like glass, and those black smoke slowly jumped in along the smoke.

Mo Zhiyu frowned, these monsters surprised him again, his strength was simply not enough to compete with the entire ocean. This made him feel that the previous eight days had been the temptation of these monsters, and they were just waiting for today, waiting for their group to be wiped out.

Even if he relied on his bloodline advantage, his physical strength, and his formation cultivation, he couldn't protect so many people, not even for a few minutes!

"I'm here to help you!" There was a sudden shout behind him, and Mo Zhiyu only felt his back tremble, and a fiery earth yuan force was transmitted in, and it was Luo Yiying who joined the layout of the magic circle.

Mo Zhiyu knew that Luo Yiying had already hurt his inner body just now, and now he came to help him arrange the magic circle, so he had to say "righteousness" in admiration in his heart.

When the young disciples saw Luo Yiying release the Yuan Force to help Mo Zhiyu, they immediately took action, lined up in an orderly manner, one by one, around the pillar of light, lined up several times, lined up in a long line, and finally one person poured all the Yuan Force into Luo Yiying's back, and Luo Yiying transmitted this Yuan Force to Mo Zhiying's back.

(End of chapter)