The wind was cold, and through countless heavy defensive shields, it still made the hearts of the cultivators feel cold. No one dared to oppose this mysterious wind, whether it was a demon cultivator, a Taoist cultivator, or a demon cultivator with a strong physical body, as long as they did not break through the limit of the nether realm, it was absolutely impossible to resist the fury of the gangfeng.

Nearly three hundred Refining Void Period were engrossed in obeying the orders of the Thousand Star Spirit Monarch, constantly changing their position, and at the same time, they also had to prevent Gangfeng and the large spatial rift from wringing themselves into pieces, as for the increasingly strong out-of-body period coercion, the impact on the physical body and soul was the slightest.

The three out-of-body demon cultivators were very thoroughly transformed, changing freely in the two identities of Dao cultivation and demon cultivation, sometimes attacking with the unique comprehension of the law of the spiritual realm cultivators, and sometimes with the terrifying domineering ruthlessness of high-level demon cultivators.

Zixuan Zhihai tingled slightly, even with the sixth-order super grade defense ring, and the shield protection that You Xuan had raised from the cave heaven sacrifice, she still felt powerless from the bottom of her heart. This is something she hasn't felt for a long time, powerless as a weakling, but now this feeling will no longer make her feel a little humble.

Her eyes were extremely firm, just like every fearless fellow beside her, her heart was as calm as water, and her thoughts were not affected in the slightest, just like the Nine Yao Demon Punishment Formation that operated regularly, without the slightest sign of chaos.

So it was with her, and so did every monk around her. The loud and crisp voice of the Thousand Star Spirit Monarch echoed in the sea of consciousness of every monk, at this moment, they were not human races or demon cultivators, but high-level array flags, and infinitely changing formation bases, they were living formations, vowing to fight with the trapped demon cultivators until the last moment.

They couldn't even see what the three out-of-body demon cultivators looked like, they could only vaguely sense the existence of the other party, and of course, there was also the attack that would never stop.

"Sword Domain, Sword Domain, come out!" Under the order of the Thousand Star Spirit Monarch, nearly thirty high-level cultivators who had cultivated the Sword Domain and the Sword Domain waved their spirit treasures in unison, and the spatial realm composed of a force far more powerful than the sword intent sword power rushed out of the darkness and shone with the most dazzling light.

"Change the formation, merge the domain!" Before the Thousand Star Spirit Monarch's words dissipated in the sea of knowledge, the sword domain and the sword domain that were originally competing and even restraining each other fused into a tight space that could not be broken with the assistance of the formation.

The laws outside the heavens are different from the immortal cultivation realm or the spirit realm, the space here is stable but messy, vast and there are crises everywhere, but this is only relative to the cultivators who practice the void.

Here, the higher level of the spirit realm, which is not limited by too many laws, is the master. Their attacks can change the fluctuations of space, and they can affect the formation to the greatest extent, so that the power can only be exerted to six or seven percent of the place where the law is perfect.

When they saw that the sword field had not been able to damage his hair, the monks couldn't help but rejoice, but fortunately, what they were blocking was only the out-of-body period. If they meet a monk of a higher realm this time, maybe the other party will change the flow rate of time, making the formation completely ineffective, and making them, the monks who are the foundation of the formation, be harmed by the power of time.

Of course, if they really met a monk from the Merge Period and the Tribulation Period, they would not be able to talk about forming a battle to fight each other. I'm afraid that the moment I encounter it, I will be frozen in place, and then I will fall unconsciously, and I don't know what happened until I die.

Soon after the field was dispatched, the fluctuations generated by the three demon cultivators became more and more slight, and people couldn't help but have a fluke mentality, wondering if the other party had been seriously injured or fell. At this moment, the transmission of the Thousand Star Spirit Monarch sounded again.

"Fellow Daoists, be careful, the demon cultivator is still hiding in the shadows, quickly find its traces, don't relax!"

Zi Xuan's divine consciousness and the divine consciousness of the monks were mixed together, like a dense net spread out in the darkness, capturing the subtle fluctuations produced by the three hidden demon cultivators.

As long as the living creatures exist in this dead place outside the sky, they will inevitably leave traces, and in the divine consciousness that encompasses countless spatial distances, someone finally found the traces of the three people, and conveyed them to the passages in the entire formation.

Once again, the formation swung outward like a wave of sword domains, this invisible realm was the strongest cage, so that the opponent could only dodge defenses in it, and it was always difficult to break through the confinement and escape.

The monks who failed to comprehend the Sword Domain were like Zixuan, hovering on the edge of life and death, sensing the space beyond the sky. They gathered every weak Refining Period power, and once they sensed the existence of the three demon cultivators, they would desperately change the spatial fluctuations.

"Oh no, Demon Cultivator has started to fight back!"

"Change the formation! Change the formation!"

"Sacrifice Spirit Treasure! Fellow Daoists, hurry up and fight!"

When the out-of-body period strikes back, everything is shaking, as if the whole world will be torn apart sooner or later.

As soon as the roars of the monks reached their ears, they were replaced by a rumbling sound, and those who shouted for help did not know if they had been rescued, and those who roared wildly and made everyone attack with all their strength did not know which position they had changed to, and the skin of the cultivators who were difficult to destroy felt bursts of itching and tingling, and the meridians and organs in their bodies were distorted with the turbulence of space.

There is only darkness left in sight except for a fleeting flash of white light, and yet even this darkness is distorted and incomplete, and it threatens to collapse into a deeper and more dangerous darkness at any moment.

The spatial shocks brought by the entire large array and each humanoid formation base, coupled with the power of the three out-of-body stage demon cultivators desperately fighting back, made this side of the space more and more unstable.

At this time, in addition to Gangfeng, large spatial cracks, and the respective attacks of both sides, the monks also had to resist the impact of violating the laws of space, and they felt more and more powerless.

Fortunately, in addition to them, the three demon cultivators on the other side finally felt the pressure. Their attacks gradually slowed down, and the natal dao weapon was always isolated by the constantly distorting space, and it was impossible to connect with the deity at all, even if this instrument spirit was strong and not lost in the refining period, it was difficult to exert half of its strength.

The monks were exhausted in a situation that was not beneficial to both sides, and it was not easy for either side, but it was impossible for them to stop. Zixuan only felt that her internal organs were being squeezed and torn, and the severe pain caused by the change of the laws of space was intense that she had never experienced or even imagined.

The monks around her were all roaring and screaming, intermittently inaudible. Unconsciously, her patience reached its limit, and as soon as she cried out in pain, she was drowned in folded or distorted space.

In this desperate stalemate, the monks on both sides are about to reach their limits. At this moment, a strong light burst through the sky like a pillar of heaven, cutting through the darkness that had existed here since its formation. (https:)

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