Naruto boy in another world

Chapter 332 Flaming Dragon Formation

There are endless flames rising around the restriction, constantly expelling the blood-red mist.

The divine light shines, and the powerful masculine breath surges out from the restraint, guarding the only pure land where the power of erosion is everywhere.

It is precisely because of the existence of the flame prohibition that the fog around here is dim, the sight is clear, and the shape of the magic palm is also displayed in front of everyone.

"Roar--"

Soul resentment full of anger and resentment fluctuated from the palm of the devil to the surroundings. Those Yan Lingwei who were around the palm of the devil suddenly bled from their seven orifices, and even some warriors with weaker cultivation bases had their heads shattered to death.

Even a powerful soul sea like Beihan still felt dizzy for a while separated by this layer of bright flames. It seemed that the martial arts of the heavenly flow space were not suitable for this monster.

"Cut him!"

Someone shouted, and then hundreds of flaming armors gathered in this direction from all directions.

Immediately, spiritual spells crisscrossed, holy spells flew randomly, and powerful martial arts secrets suddenly burst out in this small space, and there were many powerful peak martial arts masters among them.

Rumbling--

Powerful fluctuations of spiritual power spread out to the surroundings, causing the immovable Flame Restriction to shake for a bit.

Although the warriors here can't display the attack of Wuwang level, under the attack of these hundreds of people, the superposition of the number will also produce a qualitative change, which is enough to rival the Wuwang realm.

The devil's palm was injured, and blood stains were left on the withered palm, but the wound was very small, and did not hurt the opponent's root.

"Roar--"

Angry roars sounded in everyone's minds, and many weak martial artists fell under the impact of their souls.

At the same time, a bowl-sized chain suddenly rushed out of the red mist around the demon palm, circling vertically and horizontally, sweeping towards the surrounding warriors like a dragon.

The injury made the Demon Palm very angry, and a dark red chain swirled around it, like an unrivaled flood dragon, cutting off a dozen Yan Lingwei in an instant.

"This is... the soul lock of the Cross Prison!"

Bei Han was surprised, remembering that during the battle against the Ecstasy Envoy in the Battle of Bloodfall Field, the other party used such a chain spell.

At that time, if Bing'er hadn't used her most powerful holy magic defense, Beihan would have died in that battle long ago.

And it was precisely because of such a powerful attack that Bing'er fell into a half-dead state, and only recovered after a few months under the nourishment of the mysterious stone.

"I didn't expect to see such a chain spell again..."

Bei Han watched coldly and did not show up to attack, because he knew that since Yan Lingwei had been able to stand here for hundreds of years, he definitely would not have only his current level of strength.

The clutches of a mere elementary Martial King can't help these pioneers, otherwise the camp would have been annihilated by the iron hooves of countless monsters in the Tianliu space.

"Activate the Yanlong formation!"

While Beihan was thinking coldly, a voice suddenly came from the pioneer camp, and then an old man with white beard and hair appeared in front of everyone flapping his wings.

This is a thin old man, dressed in a fire robe, exuding a holy and decadent aura, and the wrinkles on his face show that this person's age is approaching, but through those sharp eyes, Beihan can see This person's wisdom must be that of an old fox who has matured.

"The old man is here!"

"Haha... look at how arrogant it is!"

"Quickly use the Yanlong array to kill this monster!"

……

Seeing the old man coming, everyone became excited in an instant, and the group shouted passionately.

Especially after seeing their comrades die in the hands of this demon, everyone was already angry and wanted to slaughter each other.

"36 Yanlong warriors return!"

The old man was full of energy, and a loud voice fluctuated towards the surroundings, filling the entire Pioneer Restriction without the slightest weakening.

"Ready!"

One after another loud voices came from all around. From the voices that answered, Bei Han knew that these people's cultivation was also extraordinary, at least they would be the peak combat power of martial artists.

"Turn on!"

The old man held a long sword with flickering flames, shaped like a long dragon, exuding a fiery breath, and after it was clanged out of its sheath, there was a clear and crisp dragon howling sound.

The powerful breath of the real dragon immediately diffused out, and even Bei Han felt a little bit of oppression.

"This long sword actually contains the profound truth of the real dragon!"

Beihan lost his eyes, and instantly noticed the extraordinaryness of this sword. The blood dragon stele in the sea of ​​souls also trembled slightly at this moment, and a true dragon intention that was not weaker than the other party came from the stele. emerge above.

"cut!"

The old man roared, and swung the Yanlong sword in his hand, and suddenly a ten-foot-long fire dragon appeared above the huge restricted space, breathing flames from its mouth, shining brightly, wrapped in wind and thunder, and attacked towards the demon's palm.

"hiss--"

The fire dragon contained the spirit of a real dragon, powerful and extraordinary, with a huge body, it was bombarded in the palm of the devil in an instant, and the fire attribute full of masculinity and the dark killing breath collided with each other.

bang bang-

The ten-thousand-jin boulder on the ground was shattered, and some warriors who were close to the center of the collision were also thrown far away.

That fluctuation completely surpassed the limitation of Tianliu space, and definitely reached the combat power above King Wu.

"Go back, it's too dangerous here!"

In the panic, someone yelled, and then hundreds of Yan Lingwei rushed towards the restriction.

"Roar--"

Across the powerful Yanlong formation, the mighty soul erosion invaded Yan Lingwei's mind. Under this level of soul fluctuation, most people's faces became extremely pale.

Across a layer of restrictions, everyone watched the battle not far away, and all of them consciously held their breath.

The power beyond the martial artist is too strong, the flames collide with the blood energy, like endless golden waves, escaping into the sea of ​​blood thousands of miles away, although the blood energy is constantly boiling and evaporating, but the blazing dragon flame is also rapidly weakened.

The sky dragon hissed, the demon palm roared, the two writhed together crazily, pupil power, chains, flame dragon flow, overwhelmingly swaying outside the restriction, the whole world shook under this violent tremor.

"puff--"

Suddenly, the old man in front of everyone spat out a mouthful of blood, his complexion had already become like a golden paper, extremely weak.

This level of formation consumes too much, even for him, a taboo powerhouse in the realm of Martial King, it is difficult to maintain.

"Add the Yanlong Stone to the center of the formation..."

The old man spoke, but his voice was no longer as thick as before, weak like a patient.

(End of this chapter)