The Dinghai Divine Bead highlighted its divine might, and the Blood Demon Diagram was caught off guard, but the incarnated blood mist was directly fixed in place by the Dinghai Divine Bead, as if it had been frozen.

Yang Jian didn't expect that the Dinghai Divine Bead would be the nemesis of this blood mist.

The one he is most familiar with is often the easiest to ignore, and the darkness under this light really makes him a little depressed.

If you had figured out the wonderful use of the Dinghai Divine Bead early, why had you been delayed by this person, so that the overall situation of the flood would be a little more risky?

Naturally, Yang Jian didn't have time to think about it, the divine light in his hand bloomed, and the sea-covering array changed immediately, and the thirty-six Dinghai Divine Beads rolled up layers of waves, and actually swept away the blood mist directly.

There was a scolding voice from the Great Dao Saint in the blood mist, Yang Jian smiled coldly, and the light of his divine eyes became more and more brilliant.

The saints who were staring at him trembled slightly.

In the next moment, Yang Jian ignored the trapped formation with the power of his vertical eyes, and went straight to a Great Dao Saint who formed the large array.

Thirty-six Dinghai Divine Beads followed at Yang Jian's feet, rolling up the blood mist, although it couldn't directly hurt Tu Wujing in this blood mist, but it also made Tu Wujing unable to struggle for a while, and could only watch Yang Jian rampage.

The situation suddenly became favorable to Yang Jian.

The latter hurriedly dodged while maintaining the large array, and the other eight saints who formed the formation immediately urged the change of the large array, in a vain attempt to stop Yang Jian's action.

The power of the great array converged with the mana of the nine saints, and the mountains and seas pressed Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's figure was blocked, and the spear in his hand was waved again and again, but the mana surging in front of him was endless, so that Yang Jian couldn't make contributions for a while.

After all, the nine saints were here, and although the threat of Tu Wujing had temporarily subsided, this trapped array and the joint attack of the nine saints also made Yang Jian fall into another round of bitter battles.

But after all, Yang Jian saw the hope of breaking the situation at this time.

The Dao heart gradually calmed down, and the bottom of his heart calculated the general law of the various changes in the trapped formation, and the divine eye was always locked on the Great Dao Saint, making the other party gradually a little unstable.

Rao is known as a Dao saint with flawless Dao character and perfect Dao heart, and when facing the line of life and death, he will always be a little panicked.

He's waiting, waiting for the other party to make a mistake.

With just a small flaw, Yang Jian will burst out, and this trapped array that implies the principle of the Nine Palaces only needs one Great Dao Saint to be broken and will dissipate.

Two overlapping forces!

The spear in Yang Jian's hand slammed through the trapped, and his figure rushed forward with this gap.

The Great Dao Saint's face turned pale, but he was still barely calm and urged the Great Array, and the surrounding mana gathered and stopped Yang Jian again.

Then, the big array changed, and the saint quickly moved away from Yang Jian with the direction of the big array, and the other eight Daoists gave their full aid to trap Yang Jian, who had exhausted all his strength, in the center of the big array again.

After one difficulty, there is another......

But Yang Jian became more and more courageous, whether it was him or the nine Great Dao Saints around him, they all knew that it was only a matter of time before Yang Jian got out of trouble.

Tu Wujing was determined to be unable to move, and at this time, this person with the highest cultivation and who could resist Yang Jian head-on became the most useless one......

"When will the master come to help?"

"Hold on, that small world will definitely not last long, as long as the master solves the saint over there, he will definitely come and kill this son. ”

These nine Great Dao Saints secretly spoke, but a few of them had already begun to retreat.

However, none of them dared to really retreat, except for the deterrence of the strongest, it was a situation where it was difficult to ride a tiger because of this matter.

If anyone dares to leave the trapped formation, Yang Jian will get out of the trap, and there is no attempt to stop them, they will all face Yang Jian's slaughter.

Yang Jian had proven three or four times before that he had the strength to kill the Great Dao Saint in seconds......

At this time, Xuandu City, in the tomb of the saint.

"If Yang Jian can't get out of trouble again, the flood will be in danger. ”

"Alas, this may be the catastrophe that living beings can't avoid, Hong Mang Cangyu, why do you always bring such a catastrophe when you give birth to living beings?"

"Tribulation is caused by the strongest, and these strongest are only members of living beings. Beyond the Sea of Chaos lies the eternal nothingness, and no one knows if there is a true ruler in the Invisible Land. ”

A group of saint remnants muttered incessantly, and the more they spoke, the more mysterious their words became.

The things that the saints talk about are naturally different from those of Da Luo and the quasi-saints.

"What can we do to help them?" the Snow Saint Remnant asked, and several Saint Remnants who could take charge were silent.

The glazed treasure lord said: "Although there is still a little magic power left in my corpse, if the holy corpse moves for a moment, the great array here will burst, giving the strongest under the great array a chance." No one can afford this risk. ”

"That's right, if the flood wilderness can have a few more masters at the peak of the Holy Realm, it would be okay, one supreme powerhouse has already dwarfed them, and if one more person goes out, the consequences will be unimaginable. ”

"Am I still here as I was when the Taisu was destroyed, unable to do anything?"

A group of saints and remnants were silent.

They really couldn't leave the tomb of the saint, they couldn't go too far from the body of the saint......

"Perhaps, there is another way. ”

The Lord of the Glazed Treasure pondered a little and looked at the Snow Saint Remnant Spirit on the side, who also seemed to think of something, nodded slightly, and replied, "Maybe it can have some effect." ”

"What's the solution?"

"Don't sell the two Taoist friends, if we lonely souls and wild ghosts can help the living beings in this world, we are willing to give up half of our lives. ”

The Snow Saint remnant bowed his head slightly, and a slight smile appeared on his beautiful cold face.

"In the tombs, there are always a few monks who have taken refuge here, and although many of these monks have given up their cultivation and have lost much strength due to the drastic changes in the Dao, if they can say that the quasi-saints among them can go out to help Yang Jian, they may be able to win a glimmer of life for Yang Jian. ”

When all the saints heard this, they all nodded.

It's just that someone sighed: "These people are like the walking dead, and they have lost half of their blood." ”

This statement is inevitably a bit biased, they have survived to this day, and most of them have a blood feud with the strongest, maybe someone will stand up. ”

The Lord of the Glass Treasure urged: "Now there is only this method, all fellow Daoists go and give it a try." Or they can use exercises, supernatural powers, and magic weapons to give promises, which may be the opportunity they have been waiting for. ”

All the remnants of the spirits were all good, and then the light flickered slightly, and the huge tomb suddenly became much empty.

A third of the remnants of the saints are still here, because there are no such monks in their tombs.

After a while, some saint remnants began to gather to the land of the glazed treasure lord with three or three figures, and gradually, more and more saint remnants gathered here with some monks.

There is even a saint remnant who looks kind, and he actually brought more than 30 ancient cultivators of the quasi-holy realm, although these ancient cultivators are godless, but they still have a little bit of the demeanor of the past.

Obviously, the number of sojourning Gu Xiu in the tomb of the saint is directly related to the temperament of the remnant spirit of the saint and the remnants of the Daodao.

There were a total of two hundred and sixteen Gu cultivators gathered here.

The Glazed Treasure Lord looked at Xue Ling and said with a smile: "You are better at boosting morale than me, say a few words to them, I will teach them a large array, which can allow them to condense mana." ”

"Hmm," the Snow Saint Remnant nodded slightly, and then her slender figure was wrapped in light, and when the light subsided, she was already in a gorgeous long dress.

Although there is not much fabric, it is not consciously exposed, and it is somewhat similar to the Hong Huang Ni Dress, but the style is more like a battle armor.

She swayed lightly, a faint light shrouded her body, and with every step she took, the sound of footsteps seemed to cut into the hearts of these ancient cultivators around her.

Gradually, many Gu cultivators moved their desires, and the long-sealed Dao heart had a trace of ups and downs.

"You should know why you need your fellow Daoists to ...... today"

Xue Ling's voice was a little cold, like a peerless saint who did not eat the fireworks of the world and stood on an iceberg, but in this cold voice, there was a bit of weakness unique to women, which made the hearts of Gu Xiu, who were mostly men, more and more lively.

Sure enough, as the Lord of the Glazed Treasure said, it was easier for Xue Ling to inspire some morale from these ancient cultivators.

......

Flood, North Sea.

The defeat of the Honghuang camp was already extremely obvious, and Li Jing's order had also become an active defense, allowing the army to constantly retreat in response to the great powers.

At this time, they can only reduce the loss as much as possible and retain more vitality for the flood famine.

In today's battle, they may have lost, but as long as the power of this place and the remaining main force have a chance to escape, the flood still has a chance to regain its strength and turn the tables again.

This situation is not only happening in the North Sea, but also in the Netherworld, and the two female saints have begun to cut off the entire Xudu City from the bottom of the desolate land, and are about to escape into the sea of chaos.

This process has the help of God, but it is actually not too troublesome.

By this time, the number of monks had been lost to the desolation, and the army of the strongest had lost more than sixty percent of its troops.

However, because the old troops of the strongest were under too much pressure on the side, the reinforcements of the Chaos Spirit Clan could not continue to join the battle, and they could only do their best to resist the impact of these old tribes, and the frontal battle situation was defeated.

Li Jing, the generalissimo of soldiers and horses, also had red circles under his eyes, and many of the heavenly soldiers and generals who were beating the drums shed tears in the sky, but they were still waving the mallets in their hands with all their might.

Wu was roaring, it was an unwilling roar, they wanted to continue fighting until the last drop of blood was drained, but they were forcibly driven to the rear by a group of immortal soldiers from the Fire Cloud Cave.

Venerable Aoki was still commanding the battle formation in addition to fighting methods, although he also felt that he couldn't leave all these desolate cultivators behind, but he didn't want to let go of the remaining bloodlines of these gods.

The final end of this great battle revolved around the retreat of the witches, the attack and killing of the army of the strongest, and the cover of the monks of the flood wilderness.

On the shore of the North Sea, on the high mountain, Chu Qi frowned lightly......

There is a cruel problem in front of them.

If the North Sea is defeated and the monks are defeated and retreat to the three thousand worlds, then ......

Who will guard the human race in the southern Ganbu Continent?