Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2236 Dilemma
Mo Xian's complexion changed slightly, and now he felt that he was a mountain of ten thousand junctures, and he could hardly move, let alone attack.

The special existence of the formation is very mysterious. Sometimes if you can't find the eye of the formation, even if you are stronger than the opponent, there is nothing you can do.

"Hehe, Junior Brother Mo Xian, I admit that your cultivation speed is indeed very fast, but so what. I used this formation to trap four masters like you before." Mao Li looked at Mo with a sneer. Leisurely, jokingly said.

Mo Xian didn't open his mouth, and he couldn't open his mouth either. He could only barely move his eyes to look around.

To defeat Mao Li, he had to destroy this formation, otherwise he might not have any chance.

At this time, the area covered by the formation is filled with dense formation energy, forming an extremely thick fog, which has a great impact on vision and perception.

In the eyes of outsiders, the area covered by this formation is also vague, and only two figures can be vaguely seen.

But although they are not in the formation, they can feel the huge pressure in the formation.

If it weren't for Mo Xian's high strength, he would have been crushed to the ground immediately.

"Little sister, it's not too good!" Dong Qi and the others said worriedly. They didn't know the specific strength of Mao Li and Zhou Xun, but they were undoubtedly very strong.

It's just a hair force now, and Zhou Xun is still standing on top of the roc, watching with cold eyes.

Taking a step back, even if Mo Xian defeated Mao Li, there was still Zhou Xun waiting behind.

This battle was even more difficult than the three-war agreement between Mo Xian and Ling Tian Pavilion.

"That's what he deserves, who asked him to ask for trouble." Han Ling'er spat softly, but it was obviously duplicity.

In the Nine Layers of Trapped God Formation, Mo Xian still couldn't see where the eye of the formation was, and the whole space seemed to be in chaos.

Moreover, it was impossible for Mao Li to quietly let Mo Xian find the eye of the formation. With a wave of his palm, a huge force of Yuan Li blasted towards Mo Xian in the formation.

At the same time, his voice slowly resounded.

"Junior Brother Mo Xian, as long as you can break my formation today, I will admit defeat in person."

In fact, he is simply nonsense.

If Mo Xian broke the formation, with Mo Xian's means, he would be basically invincible at the same level, and Mao Li might not be his opponent either.

But this sentence also shows that he is extremely sure about the Nine Layers of Trapped God Formation.

Looking at the whistling Yuan Lian, Mo Xian took a deep breath, his feet suddenly exerted strength, but he only moved a few meters to one side, half of his body was still hit, and the blood in his body suddenly churned .

Seeing that Mo Xian still had the ability to dodge, Mao Li was startled, but he didn't care anymore, and pressed his hands down again.

Accompanied by the flickering of obscure runes, Mo Xian once again felt that the pressure on his body had increased a lot, and the bones all over his body were crunching.

"I'm curious, how many times the pressure can you withstand?" Mao Li said casually, while continuing to activate the formation.

Then Mo Xian felt that the pressure on him was getting heavier and heavier. Although the speed of increase was not as fast as before, the effect was very obvious.

The air seemed more and more viscous and chaotic.

As the pressure continued to increase, Mo Xian felt that his internal organs seemed to be squeezed into a ball, and the pain could not be described in words.

Blood began to overflow from his body. Although it could not be seen from the outside for the time being, this kind of injury was often the most terrifying.

It didn't take long for his eyes to become red due to blood congestion, his vision was also blurred, and his head gradually became dull.

Under such circumstances, it was too difficult for Mo Xian to find the eye of the formation and break it.

It seemed that it was almost done, Mao Li raised his palm, and another attack swept out.

Mo Xian was like a target, he was hit directly, coupled with the huge pressure on his body, he immediately spurted a mouthful of blood.

"Tsk tsk, it's really miserable." Fang Qi clicked his tongue, and continued: "Mo Xian, do you think you can rest easy after defeating me? In fact, it's just a joke."

"Bah!" Mo Xian spit out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, and the thunder light on his body suddenly exploded.

Before that, he had been gathering his strength, just to prepare for the next thunderous blow.

"boom!"

The scorching primordial force shot out from his body, unexpectedly burning away the mist condensed by that formation temporarily.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped heavily on the ground with both palms, and the tyrannical force directly cracked the mountain, and the huge crack spread all the way to the depths of the mountain.

This Tiger Roaring Peak has experienced the baptism of huge energy pressure for countless years, but now it was crushed by one foot, which also shows how strong Mo Xian's erupting power is at this time.

And with the help of that powerful counter-shock force, Mo Xian's figure temporarily broke away from the suppression of the formation, and turned into a black shadow and rushed out.

To be precise, it should be the power he erupted that made this formation impossible to suppress.

"This...how is this possible!" Mao Li was startled, and hurriedly continued to operate the formation, and cold sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

Mo Xian was still using the Six Dragon Thunder Arm, but his power was stronger than before, and the entire formation was violently shaken.

It's a pity that he didn't know where the eye of the formation was, otherwise this punch might break the formation.

Mo Xian's idea is also very simple, since he can't find the location of the formation, then use the force of thunder to eliminate the hair force, and the formation will break down by itself.

The dazzling thunder light wrapped his fist, and wherever it passed, the space was extremely distorted, as if there were traces of black space cracks appearing vaguely.

"Is it going to be done!"

Seeing this scene, everyone became tense and watched intently.

Mao Li, who was invincible just a second ago, only felt that he was about to be swallowed by that tyrannical force, and finally a trace of panic appeared on his face.

But his hands finally pressed down at this moment, and his voice resounded at the same time.

"Suppress me!"

"Buzz!"

The entire formation suddenly trembled violently, and the tyrannical force swept towards Mo Xian like a tide.

Mo Xian suddenly felt that his body was heavy, and he couldn't move an inch.

His fist was less than a foot away from Mao Li, and as long as he moved forward a little bit, Mao Li could be eliminated in an instant.

But it is a pity that now this trace is like a moat.

The next moment, Mo Xian's figure suddenly fell, hitting the ground heavily, and there was a roar.

"Boom!"

Between the shaking of the mountains and the shaking of the ground, a huge crack spread and opened with Mo Xian as the center, bottomless.

Seeing this scene, many people shook their heads regretfully, and Mo Xian was almost able to completely break the deadlock.

The people on Mao Li's side were all relieved, and looked at the embarrassed Mo Xian with contempt on their faces.

(End of this chapter)