Mysterious blood boils

A group of main gods swallowed the Pangu Zudan, making the vortex storm glow with the power of tearing at the peak again, spinning crazily, tearing the tablet-shaped magic weapon, and everyone was also eagerly waiting for the tablet-shaped magic weapon. Eager to try harder, the stele-shaped magic weapon will be torn and crushed sooner, forcing Xuanyuan Peng out, tearing and crushing him too, dividing up his Pangu Zudan, and sharing everyone's losses, Compensate back.

It has been refined for ten days, and if you persist for a few more days, you will be done!The main gods are planning and looking forward to it in their hearts. At this moment, the gods are like a group of businessmen who have invested time and money, hoping that the day of harvesting the fruits of wealth will come sooner.

The hundreds of millions of Pangu ancestor pills that Xuanyuanpeng showed would make any main god envious and mad, wishing to kill and grab the pills on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, another fifteen days passed. Under the urging of the ancestor Tuntian from time to time, the main gods used the more or less Pangu ancestor pills in their body to replenish their divine power and maintain the tearing power of the vortex storm. It's up, on No. 16 days, there is no longer a main god who can take out a Pangu Zudan.

This round of maintaining the peak power of tearing the vortex for a long time, all the main gods have exhausted the Pangu Zudan treasured on their bodies, but the tablet-shaped magic weapon has not been torn apart, and everyone stared at the rapidly rotating piece. The shadow of the stele, the eyeballs are spitting out fire, I wish I could kick that damned huge stele to death, and kick Xuanyuanpeng out...

With the high-intensity mobilization formation, everyone was exhausted. After losing Pangu Zudan's supplementary divine power, everyone's brows were sweating again, especially some elementary gods who had just stepped into the main mysterious realm. Tired and listless, I wish I could stop and rest for a while.

Their gazes were frequently looking at Patriarch Tuntian.In everyone's heart, there are many questions that they want to ask, and the one they want to ask the most is: "How long will this last, why is that damned monument still not broken..."

"Fellow daoists, that stele-shaped magic weapon is too hard, exceeding my ancestor's estimate. If you want to tear it apart completely, it seems that the tearing power of my ancient formation alone is not enough! Friends, in order to speed up the speed of crushing it. For the current plan, I can only ask fellow Taoists to sacrifice magic weapons and ruthlessly bombard that huge monument. If it can be shattered and torn, then Xuanyuanpeng will be unable to fly, and his Pangu Ancestor Pill will belong to all of us." The ancestor Tuntian had already prepared a set of arguments, and seeing the main gods couldn't help it.Wanting to question him, I immediately took the first step and said it...

"Didn't you say it earlier?" The hot-tempered main god almost jumped up.This is simply tormenting people. If you had said so earlier, why should we swallow the treasured Pangu Zudan.What about recovering divine energy?This is purely a waste of time, power and medicine...

"Sorry, I didn't expect that magic weapon in the shape of a stele to be so indestructible..." Tuntian Patriarch sighed half truthfully and half falsely.

"We are all the main gods who have survived the shattered little catastrophe. I believe that everyone has at least one powerful artifact. Bombarding the giant monument with the artifact, shattering it, and smashing it can indeed help tear the vortex apart. It would be the best if you could smash it directly. Everyone, stop talking nonsense and do it. I have spent such a long time waiting, and I still have to pay for all the Pangu Ancestor Pills on my body. If I don’t kill Xuanyuanpeng, I will pay for it! Already?" The Tuntian patriarch was like a cunning profiteer, and his words lifted the spirits of many hesitant gods.

That's right, the main gods have spent 25 days. During this period, everyone's treasured Pangu Zudan was used to restore the divine power. It's too bad to stop like this.

"Then start!" The hands of all the main gods pressed on the talismans of the ancient formation in front of them. With a movement of their divine thoughts, their respective magic weapons were sacrificed, some were gourds, some were fairy swords, some were flying knives, and some were copper spears. Some are spears, some are ancient seals... They are all different, but they are all celestial and auspicious, shining with rays of light. At first glance, they are high-quality products above high-quality products, top-grade products above high-quality products, and treasures at the absolute divine level...

"Swoosh...swoosh...boom..." The hundred-year-old artifact-level treasure turned into a hundred streams of bright light, and shot towards the stele-shaped magic weapon that was spinning rapidly in the vortex storm...

"Boom, bang, bang, bang..." All kinds of explosive sounds immediately shook the sky, and the divine weapons, under the full control of the gods, slammed fiercely at the stele-shaped treasure, Every main god is full of confidence in their own artifacts. They relied on them, but survived the 30-day shattering catastrophe. Of course, most of the main gods did not rely on the protective power of the artifacts to survive Heavenly Tribulation, but try to use various secret techniques to restrain the fluctuation of your own breath, so that the strongest broken fingers will not attack the treasures they are hiding. As long as you have avoided the most terrifying Heavenly Tribulation, other powers will be less powerful Their treasures can still bear the doom.

To put it bluntly, half of them rely on themselves to hold their breath and condense their breath, suppress their own original fluctuations, and let the shattering catastrophe sweeping through the highest heaven mistake them for monks who dominate the secret realm. , if it is really necessary to bring down the catastrophe of the broken finger, I am afraid that many main gods at the scene will not be able to sustain it.

But the holy monument relied on its own hardness to survive the shattering catastrophe that lasted for 30 days. It is a divine weapon held by the supreme demon, and it can be said to be a supreme-grade divine weapon. It's a big difference, one is better than many.When the artifacts turned into streaks of light and bombarded the body of the stele, they heard clangs, bangs, bangs... a series of crackling sounds, and the fire and rain of gold and iron collided violently. Followed by lasing out...

"Oh, my baby..."

"It's broken, my treasure was smashed..."

"This... this this this..."

"Is that strange monument too hard?"

The main gods were dumbfounded. Most of the artifacts bombarded the past with all their strength. Not only did they not shatter the holy monument, but they shattered their own treasures on the spot. The distressed people almost spurted blood. They cried out in shock, among them were five or six artifacts, which were ancient artifacts that had been passed down for an unknown number of years. It's the second time for the monument-shaped magic weapon!

"Puff, puff, puff..." Amidst the astonishment, distress, and roar of the main gods at the scene, the 22 main god-level disciples of the ancestor Tuntian shot together, like 22 lightning bolts, and rushed at ten reminders at the same time. In front of the key eye of the magic formation, two strikes against one, almost at the same time, slapped hard. Sitting cross-legged in the eye of the formation, the distressed treasure was shattered, his complexion changed greatly, and the main god who lost his mind beat them all on the spot. Spraying blood, his whole body was broken, and he fell into the rain of countless gleaming ancient formations. Before the main gods came back to their senses, there were ten Tuntian disciples among them, already under the protection of every senior brother, sitting cross-legged After touching the vacant formation eyes, both hands suddenly pressed on the divine talisman in front of him, and the entire ancient formation of Devouring Immortals and Demons trembled suddenly, bursting out with the most brilliant divine light of the formation...

boom!Bunches of talisman lights, like tidal eruptions, swept across the main gods who sat cross-legged in the eyes of each formation with greatly changed expressions. Everyone was shocked. Looking at the formation, they knew that they had fallen into the poisonous plan of the old devil who swallowed the sky without asking. Want to unload mills and kill donkeys, cross rivers and bridges... Everyone was in a mess, trying their best to soar into the sky, but they didn't expect that appalling suction currents erupted from the space where they sat cross-legged, killing their buttocks. Death is sucked above the eye of the formation, unable to fly an inch off the ground...

It was too late to say it, and then it was too late, countless talisman lights and shadows swept up the main gods like a tidal wave, and were suddenly sucked into the vortex storm that was spinning wildly. The tearing vortex formed by the devouring magic array controlled by the respected disciple began to spin crazily, turning faster and faster, turning harder and harder...

This scene changed unexpectedly, unbelievably fast, unbelievably fast. It can be said that the 98 main gods are all sitting cross-legged on the 98 eyes of this magic formation. The position of the formation, but they did not expect that the entire magic formation only needs eleven main gods to fully activate it, and the extra formation eyes are all devouring positions, and have no effect on activating the magic formation. It was only simulated to consume and tire the main gods.

In addition to the 98 main gods who control the formation, there are about five main gods standing outside the magic formation. Seeing that the ancestor Tuntian turned his face and trapped the 98 fellow daoists who controlled the formation in the tearing vortex, he immediately knew that the general situation was over, and he couldn't care less about breaking the formation. The junior disciples of the main god, joint control, cannot be destroyed by five of them. If the 98 fellow daoists jump out of the formation by more than a dozen or dozens of people, maybe these five people have the courage to save other fellow daoists. But there were only five of them left, but they didn't have the courage to save others.

As soon as their faces changed and their figures moved, they would turn into long rainbows and run away. They would no longer dare to carve up Xuanyuan Peng's Pangu Ancestor Pellet, and let's talk about other things if they can save their lives!

"You still want to escape?" The ancestor Tuntian grinned grimly. Under his control, the formation of Tunxian and Demon Devourer suddenly raised five big hands of talismans. Each big talisman hand is the attacking supernatural power of the ancestor Tuntian and ten disciples, how can the five main gods resist such a powerful attack? (To be continued..)