sword from heaven

Chapter 280 Robbing the palace (second update)
At this time, in the pine forest far above the cliff, everyone was lying behind a few green trees on the edge of the cliff, peeping carefully.

Seeing Song Yunge's situation, everyone couldn't help looking at Du Luo.

Du Luo's disciple said softly: "Master, I'm afraid Song Yunge won't be able to hold on anymore!"

"Such a treasure, such a battle, who can hold it!" A young man next to him sighed in a low voice.

Du Luo stared at that side, and his eyes flicked over the 86 people who were sprinting on the rough sea from time to time.

These disciples of Yukong Palace are all dressed in white, walking on the turbulent sea like walking on flat ground, chic and elegant.

The violent rainstorm did not touch them at all, and seemed to fall through them to the sea below.

However, the pine forest where they were was hit by heavy rain, and they did not dare to use their vitality to resist, lest they be alarmed by the masters of Yukong Palace.

The thunderbolts that appeared in the sky were astonishingly powerful, and they faintly felt the pressure Song Yunge was under.

He is a sword god, but he has no power to fight back, as if he is already waiting to die.

"Master..." The sound transmission sounded secretly.

"Stop talking!" Du Luo waved his hand.

"Master, do we want to help?" The young disciple whispered, "Look at this posture, Song Yunge can't stop it, we need help!"

Du Luo took a deep look at him.

The young disciples felt baffled.

Duo shook his head.

The young disciple said softly: "Aren't we cooperating with him? Yukong Palace is really going to win, we must be unlucky, we won't survive."

"Well, Xuan Ting, you are right." Du Luo nodded lightly.

Young disciple Zhou Xuanting was immediately refreshed, and then looked anxiously at Song Yunge as if being pulled back into the formation by an invisible rope.

The disciples of Yukong Palace suddenly stepped aside, allowing him to land in the center of the formation, lying on his back in front of the palace master.

The master of Yukong Palace looked down at Song Yunge, and stopped drinking again: "Song Yunge!"

Song Yunge opened his mouth, then closed it again, his eyes were blurred, as if he had lost his mind.

Zhou Xuanting hurriedly said: "Master, hurry up, or it will be too late!"

Du Luo shook his head and said, "No rush."

"Master—!" Zhou Xuanting was extremely anxious.

Du Luo said: "Song Yunge is not so easy to be controlled."

Zhou Xuanting was so anxious that he straightened the tree bark: "But that is Yukong Temple, the real Yukong Temple, who can stop it?!"

Du Luo snorted: "Calm down, let's talk after seeing it clearly!"

"Master, if you keep your breath down, he will lose it!" Zhou Xuanting was so anxious that he wanted to rush out immediately.

His body was about to move, but Du Luo pressed his shoulders.

"Master!" Zhou Xuanting was impatient.

Du Luo said, "You don't believe in the vision of a teacher?"

"Of course I believe it..."

"Then wait a minute and shut up!"

"...Yes." Zhou Xuanting turned his head helplessly, he didn't want to look any more, but he turned around immediately and stared intently.

"Song Yunge!" Lu Zhicheng shouted abruptly, "He hasn't come back yet!"

Song Yunge opened his mouth wide, opened it and closed it again.

"Hmph, what a hard bone!" Lu Zhicheng said.

The disciples of Yukong Palace fluttered around, stepping on strange steps, and the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, forming a pitch-black area.

The thunder that jumped up on the dark clouds became more and more rapid, from small silver snakes to purple dragons, winding and pretentious.

The torrential rain cast a curtain over them.

The dark sea surface was suddenly illuminated and then darkened by the purple lightning, which turned their faces into hideous and terrifying ones.

Du Luo and the others felt chills watching, especially when they saw Song Yunge lying quietly on the sea, like a dying fish, they felt chills in their hearts.

"Alas..." Du Luo shook his head lightly and said, "What a Yukong Palace!"

"No wonder we can't afford to provoke you." Zhou Xuanting murmured.

With such an earth-shattering power, even if all the disciples from the Fuzangyuan moved here, there would not be enough to deliver food.

"Boom!" There was a loud thunder, and a bolt of purple lightning suddenly fell beside Song Yunge.

Immediately, purple sparks shot up from the surface of the sea, and they landed on Song Yunge, like purple ropes entangled him.

Song Yunge trembled like a sieve, his face was pale, and the blurred look in his eyes was even worse.

"Master!" Zhou Xuanting hurriedly said, "We can't wait any longer!"

"Wait!" Du Luo shook his head.

Zhou Xuanting said loudly: "Wait any longer, he is really going to die, how can he turn over in this state!"

"Shut up!" Du Luo was startled, pulled him down, pressed him to the ground, and blocked his mouth with his face on the ground.

"No, no, no..." Zhou Xuanting struggled and twisted, but he was held tightly and unable to break free.

Du Luo let go of him: "Shut up obediently, or your acupoints will be sealed!"

Zhou Xuanting nodded helplessly, and wiped the mud off his mouth.

Du Luo stared at the sea, watching Song Yunge become more and more confused, as if he would pass out at any moment.

"Song Yunge!" Lu Zhicheng shouted.

"Lu Zhicheng!" Song Yunge's eyes widened suddenly, and an astonishing flash of lightning shot out. He stood up straight and grabbed the small palace in Lu Zhicheng's hand.

"You..." Lu Zhicheng couldn't believe it.

Song Yunge held this small palace, feeling its continuous power pouring into him, nourishing and warming his body.

"You...you..." Lu Zhicheng turned pale.

Leaving the small palace, he became weak all of a sudden, and in the eyes of the chaotic formation of Haitian Yukong, he was bearing the most powerful force.

If there is Yukong Temple, the surrounding forces will not reject him, but without Yukong Temple, all the forces are attacking him.

"Stop!" he shouted hurriedly.

"Lu Zhicheng!" Song Yunge stopped drinking.

"In..." Lu Zhicheng was being attacked by a berserk force, his blood was shaking, and he was dizzy. Hearing the sound of drinking, he subconsciously agreed.

Immediately, he felt fluttering and flew up to the small palace.

But there was a sudden change in front of him, changing the target, from the small palace to the position between Song Yunge's eyebrows, a dazzling golden light shrouded it, and then suddenly lightened again, and he didn't know anything.

His soul has been devoured by the Ten Thousand Souls Refining Talisman, and the Lifeless Sutra is running rapidly, sharply refining and grinding.

"You..." All the masters of Yukong Palace were furious and surprised.

Song Yunge should be dead now, how could he still be alive, and took away the Palace Master's Yukong Palace!
This is unbelievable, impossible!
Song Yunge knew the power and depth of the Haitian Yukong chaotic formation from the memories of the four great celestial envoys, who was the strongest and which was the weakest, and also knew how to break it.

Even if an outsider knows the way to break it, it is useless, but he can take advantage of this weakness by relying on his Transformation Freedom God Demon Sutra.

The strongest position of the formation is the formation eye, and the biggest weakness is the palace master Lu Zhicheng.

Theoretically speaking, within the eyes of the formation, no one can attack Lu Zhicheng.

But Song Yunge devoured and transformed the power of the sea and sky chaotic formation, and turned it into his own power bit by bit, so that he would not be rejected by the formation, and then he succeeded.

Song Yunge laughed loudly and said, "Lu Zhicheng is dead, I am in charge of Yukong Palace, and I am the Palace Master of Yukong Palace!"

"Nonsense!" Everyone was furious.

They slowed down and stopped the sea and sky chaotic formation.

Song Yunge is in charge of the Yukong Palace, and the Haitian Chaos Formation will no longer attack him, and it will no longer be effective.

(End of this chapter)