Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1447 Formation Scroll
Because of the appearance of the Naihe Golden Bridge, the atmosphere in Huangquan Hall was completely detonated.

And Mo Xian, who was holding the Naihe Golden Bridge in the middle, was like a sweet pastry.

This hot scene was so spectacular that even the corner of Mo Xian's mouth couldn't help twitching.

However, he doesn't seem to care.

Seeing someone approaching him, he smiled faintly, and a dark and ferocious strange clock suddenly appeared in front of him.

The clock instantly expanded, with a ghostly aura on it, just looking at it will make people feel chilly all over.

This clock was naturally the Ghost Howling Bell that Mo Xian had snatched from Shen Yi earlier.

"Could it be, the Seventh Grade Spirit Treasure?"

The ghost howling bell is a seventh-grade spiritual treasure that is serious, and it immediately made everyone's pupils shrink, and at the same time, the sound of gasping for air came and went.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Xian slapped the ghost bell with his palm.

However, even though the Golden Bridge is in his hands, he can feel the terrifying power in it, but he doesn't know how to use it yet, so he can only settle for the next best thing.

However, the power of the ghost howling bell is still not something that can be easily resisted.

"clang!"

The strange chime of the bell seemed to come from the depths of that hell, ethereal and far away, filled with an inexplicable aura.

And the sound waves seemed to have a shape, spreading out with Mo Xian as the center, like layers of water ripples.

Feeling the terrifying impact, the complexions of those warriors who rushed up just now all changed, and then they all wanted to retreat.

However, there were too many people, and a riot was immediately caused.

Immediately afterwards, the weird sound wave violently hit the innermost person, and at the same time, it spread like a plague.

Almost everyone trembled, and were immediately thrown upside down. Blood flowed out of the seven orifices, and screams were heard all over the city.

The few powerful people like Mo Qianrong might not be afraid of this weird sound wave, but they also retreated one after another.

At this moment, Liu Suifeng, Li Mingyuan and the others all looked gloomy.

Seventh grade Lingbao, even if they don't have it.

"Hmph, just rely on external force." Liu Suifeng snorted, and immediately shot out.

He was tricked by Mo Xian before, although the injury was serious, but at this moment he didn't care so much, and directly suppressed him forcibly.

At this time, Mo Xian had Jin Qiao and Guixiao Bell in his hands. If he and Mo Qianrong did not make a move, Mo Xian might escape smoothly, and that was not what he wanted to see.

Seeing Liu Suifeng passing through the crowd and rushing towards him, Mo Xian's expression became a lot more dignified.

The injured Liu Suifeng is much stronger than most of the people here.

"Let's go too, we will definitely kill Mo Xian here." Li Mingyuan and Wei Yuan Lin Guang looked at each other and rushed out.

Seeing that several of the strongest people have made a move, the others are also making a comeback again.

Now that the situation is chaotic, their strength may not be as good as Liu Suifeng and others, but it is not impossible to fish in troubled waters.

Now Mo Xian is full of treasures, attracting everyone to follow him.

"Junior Sister, shall we not make a move?" The girls of Shenyue Valley were also a little anxious, but this time, they all had to obey Mo Qianrong's arrangement.

"Let's see first and then talk!" Mo Qianrong said calmly, but for some reason she chose to watch, even though the Golden Bridge was what Shenyue Valley called for.

Although Mo Xian's situation seemed dangerous, she always felt that this might not be a hopeless situation for Mo Xian.

"Mo Xian, come out of Naihe Jinqiao, maybe I will forgive you." Liu Suifeng slammed Mo Xian with his fist, and sternly shouted at the same time.

"Master, I don't need your forgiveness!" Mo Xian said indifferently, and at the same time, with the palm of his hand drawn to the void, the ghost bell immediately stopped in front of Liu Suifeng's fist.

"clang!"

Amidst the anxious roar of gold and iron, a violent shock wave swept away, and even Liu Suifeng felt his fists go numb.

But even though Mo Xian sacrificed the Ghost Howling Bell, his figure was still thrown backwards by the shock.

Although this is just a tentative collision, it is worth the difference.

Even though Mo Xian has all kinds of trump cards, Liu Suifeng is still a strong player who has really taken that step. It is naturally extremely difficult to challenge him head-on.

Guo Fei and the others wanted to help Mo Xian, but at this time they were also powerless.

"A kid who doesn't know how to live or die, dare to confront a strong person in the Martial Emperor Realm." Seeing that Mo Xian was suddenly at a disadvantage, many people sneered.

In this ancient battlefield, the Martial Emperor Realm is basically a detached existence.

"Hmph, you can't be my opponent. For Qianrong's sake, I can spare your life." Liu Suifeng shook his numb arm and said flatly.

"It seems that you are really going all out to win her favor." Mo Xian smiled mockingly, his tightly clenched palms suddenly opened, and one of the scrolls flew out immediately.

"Shh!"

Almost at the same time, the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth gathered in the sky above Mo Xian in an instant.

The sky and the earth also changed color in an instant, and even the sun was covered up with its due brilliance and became extremely dim.

"That is……"

In the sky, the more and more violent fluctuations immediately made everyone's expressions change, and they stared at the scroll that was gradually unfolding in the air with some trepidation.

"Formation scroll, you actually have this kind of lost thing!" Liu Suifeng's complexion also became serious in an instant. This formation scroll may not be as powerful as one-tenth of the original, but it still seems to be comparable to the Martial Emperor Realm. Comparable to the strong.

Even he dare not underestimate him.

"Hmph!" Mo Xian sneered, and at the same time poured the majestic energy into the formation scroll.

In the next moment, the formation scroll was fully unfolded, and the huge formation formed by the gathering of energy completely appeared in the air, almost covering the entire Netherworld Hall.

In this picture, there seemed to be a hundred beasts running wildly and roaring, exuding an extremely ferocious aura.

A huge pressure also came down, scaring most of the people into silence.

Only now did they fully understand that the so-called strength in numbers is completely empty talk in the face of absolute power.

Mo Qianrong was also staring at the picture in a daze. After meeting Mo Xian by chance, the power gradually displayed by the latter had already startled her, one of the heirs of Shenyue Valley.

"Hmph, most of the energy of this formation scroll has been lost, let's see how long you can hold it." Liu Suifeng snarled and shook his palm in the air.

"Buzz!"

A huge building in the Palace of the Underworld immediately began to vibrate crazily, and then was uprooted by Liu Suifeng.

"Hmph, let me see what kind of power you little Nine Star Martial King really have." Liu Suifeng said again immediately, and then pointed his finger at Mo Xian.

"Shh!"

The huge building suspended in the air roared out immediately, hitting Mo Xian like a meteorite.

"Go!" Mo Xian said lightly, and at the same time pointed his fingers in the air.

"Shh!"

Immediately, a ferocious beast roared out of the array at an extremely fast speed, forming a huge torrent of energy.

"boom!"

Almost instantly, the strange beast collided with the roaring building.

That kind of momentum can be called earth-shattering.

The ferocious explosion lasted for more than ten breaths before it dissipated slowly. The beast had completely disappeared, and Liu Suifeng's attack was also reduced to ashes.

This time the confrontation was evenly matched.

(End of this chapter)