Emperor of Death

Chapter 568 Breaking the Formation
In the central basin of Tiangou Mountain, the lead cloud weighed on the top, suppressing the entire basin, making it impossible for people to even fly.

Under the cloud of lead, Yin Qi lingers, and thick gray fog fills the entire basin. The roar of zombies and the screams of ghosts can be heard from within the thick fog.

The power of the formation is constantly strengthening, and the endless yin qi condenses into invisible weapons all over the sky to attack Yechen, and the resistance of the dead creatures has become weaker and weaker.

Lan Wen stood in front of Yechen, waving the silver spear in her hand like a silver dragon, resisting the powerful sword light coming from the front.

Under the blessing of the formation, the strength of the old man Wuhuang is increasing every moment.

The old man Wu Huang brandished a long knife, his eyes were full of killing intent, and he was determined not to give up until he killed Lan Wen.

On the hillside, Zhao Quan leaned on the chair, with his feet on the table in front of him, looking very relaxed.

Just when Yechen and his dead creatures were about to be unable to resist, Yechen finally said: "It's done."

On the small bowl in Yechen's hand, countless colorful viscous liquids appeared. In order to prepare the viscous, Yechen took out more than 20 bottles and cans in total. These things, let alone everyone present, even The old formation mage who has been immersed in the way of formation for a hundred years can't understand it.

Yechen picked up the small bowl and swept the slime into the sky.

After the colorful mucus flew into the sky, it turned into countless dust-like fine colored dust, exuding red, green and green light, and these colored dust spread towards the surroundings very spiritually, as they came , The gray fog is disappearing quickly.

With Yechen as the center, the dense fog and lead cloud are disappearing rapidly, Yechen's sight in front of him becomes clear again, and the sword condensed with Yin Qi is dissipating and disintegrating silently.

The powerful force attached to the old man of Emperor Wuhuang also quickly faded away, and he was beaten back to his original shape.

Lan Wen's body suddenly jumped out, and the silver spear in her hand stabbed at the old man of the Martial Emperor like a storm, and the two collided instantly.

The old man's body was retreating, with a horrified expression on his face. Lan Wen's powerful combat power made him feel extremely dangerous.

"What's going on!" On the hillside, Zhao Quan and the others had horrified expressions on their faces. Zhao Quan even turned his head, glaring at the strong Martial King who controlled the formation, and shouted sharply, "What the hell is going on? What about the formation we worked so hard to set up?"

Countless pairs of angry eyes stared at the face of King Wu who manipulated the formation, which made the King Wu feel a lot of pressure, and smiled wryly: "The formation was broken by him."

"What?" Countless pairs of eyes showed a thick expression of disbelief.

The formation was broken?How can this be?

Zhao Quan pointed to the master Wu Wang who manipulated the formation and shouted: "He is not a master of formation, how could he break the formation? Broken?"

"I, I don't know either." King Wu said expertly.

"My lord, calm down, what should we do now." You Wu Wang said in a deep voice.

"Huh!" Zhao Quanchang exhaled, turned his head to look at Ye Chen, and said with a ferocious expression, "We still have a chance."

The old man of Emperor Wu retreated steadily under Lan Wen's attack, and the two of them had already flown from the basin into the sky. Lan Wen's hand was like a silver dragon dancing, constantly colliding with the old man's sword light, pressing it to strike .

The overflowing force crushed a large area of ​​trees.

Lan Wen flew above the old man of Emperor Wu, stabbed the spear forward fiercely, and a silver light suddenly escaped from the tip of the spear and pierced downward.

The old Martial Emperor was terrified, and hurriedly retreated, narrowly dodging the sharp edge of the blow. The silver light pierced the mountain below, smashing a huge boulder ten meters high.

Zhao Quan ignored the battle in the sky. He saw Ye Chen walking slowly up the hillside with Song Jia and the dead creatures. Although there were countless dead creatures on the hillside, Ye Chen regarded them as nothing. .

Zhao Quan grimly said: "Yechen, let me die."

Behind Ye Chen, Song Jia suddenly made a move, and a long sword appeared in the palm of his hand, stabbing Ye Chen viciously.Her chances of making a move are very good, because Yechen is the closest, even if the dead creatures react, there is no time to stop them.

At this moment, Lan Wen's performance was too dazzling, which made Zhao Quan want to kill Ye Chen, even if he couldn't get the things in the end, he had to kill him first.

Yechen turned around, stretched out his right hand, and easily caught Song Jia's long sword.

The long sword seemed to take root in Ye Chen's hands, and he couldn't move forward, nor could he retreat.

"Why, how could you be on guard." Song Jia said in shock, "You can't see through my disguise technique."

Ye Chen smiled faintly and said, "Your face is made exactly like hers, even the expressions and eyes are very realistic, but there is one thing that you haven't done well."

"what!"

Little Skull's Crescent Knife made a graceful arc, cutting off "Song Jia"'s body.

Above, the old man of the Martial Emperor released his natal ghost. It was a ghost of the earth monkey clan of a foreign race. Too bad, the old man was afraid of being stabbed to death by Lan Wen.

Yechen cast his eyes on Zhao Quan, and said with a smile: "Can you tell me now, who are you? Let me guess, you should be from the Zhao family. I'm very surprised, it stands to reason that you don't even have a trace of Huang Xinrou." It took so long to find out, it is impossible to capture the footprints of Song Jia and me so accurately, and arrange such, um, a sophisticated plan."

Zhao Quan looked at Yechen coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Yechen, you must know that Song Jia is still in my hands, I only want your soul martial skill, give him to me, I will leave immediately, and then return him for you."

"Hehe!" Yechen smiled, and then slowly moved forward, one by one dead creatures followed behind Yechen, the little skull, the death knight, the little furball, the one-horned lion, and the red sun.

They came with Yechen, bringing great pressure to the hillside above.

Zhao Quan said coldly: "Come here, bring me Song Jia, I don't believe that Yechen dares to let Song Jia die."

"Yes!" King Wu replied, then turned around to a dirt wall behind him, and kicked the dirt away, revealing a deep pit.

(End of this chapter)