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'boom! ’

The storm is coming.

The figures of everyone were suddenly blown to pieces, and the protective divine light on their bodies was shaking non-stop.

The moment Qin Sang activated the ebony sword and rushed into the barrier, he felt like he was being slapped one after another with extremely chaotic and arrogant force, like duckweed in the rain.

Everyone scrambled to stabilize their bodies and barely stand firm in the storm.

Qin Sang poured more real energy into the ebony sword, stimulating the sword energy to protect the body. In the middle of a storm, the sky and the earth were dark. If the hurricane had substance, the gray winds raging between the sky and the earth could be clearly seen.

The sea was never calm for a moment. The water was swept up by the hurricane and the waves were huge.

There was no other sound in their ears. The hurricane roared, the waves crashed and gathered, and the deafening roar made their hearts vibrate.

‘Wow! ’

A huge wave came at an extremely fast speed and accumulated to its peak in front of them, reaching a height of dozens of feet and slamming down on them.

Everyone's expressions changed slightly. The power carried by the huge wave made them frightened. They did not dare to hesitate at all and flew to high altitude to avoid it.

"Everyone, come closer. Don't mess up the formation."

Xiang Yi sent a message and gathered people.

Qin Sang and others gathered together with Xiang Yi as the center, looking at the depth of the storm with trepidation, that dark place that seemed to have no end.

Only when faced with this power of heaven and earth can immortal cultivators truly feel their own insignificance.

"Walk!"

Xiang Yi activated the restrictions on the jade pendant, pointed out the direction, and led the crowd to fly.

The wind and waves continued, and the momentum became more and more terrifying as they moved forward. They were moving up and down, left and right, avoiding the huge waves and moving forward with difficulty in the hurricane.

Qin Sang has been absent-minded, looking around.

He has been practicing in the Ancient Immortal Battlefield for many years and is very familiar with the phenomena of heaven and earth caused by spiritual tides. The more he looks at the hurricanes here, the more similar they become, but he has not found any trace of spiritual tides here.

Maybe it’s because it’s not deep enough.

However, with their cultivation level, wanting to go deep into the depths of the storm is tantamount to wishful thinking.

In order to resist the storm, they must activate their magic weapons to protect their bodies at all times, and their true energy will continue to be consumed.

In the Ancient Immortal Battlefield, when the heaven and earth phenomena strike, you can also find shelter to escape the breath adjustment. This is a vast sea, not even a small island can be seen, there is no place to rest, and the depletion of true energy is a dead end.

Even at this distance, the speed at which the real energy is consumed makes some people start to feel uneasy.

"Fellow Daoist Xiang, how far is it to reach the Seven Kills Hall?"

Cui Ji sacrificed the Purple Nether Pearl, which floated on his chest, emitting purple body-protecting divine light, which reflected on his pale and bloodless face, looking a little strange.

Xiang Yi frowned, glanced at Cui Ji, and said: "With your fellow Taoist cultivation, it will definitely not be a problem to persist until the Seven Kills Hall is opened. Fellow Taoist Cui, please be patient."

Others could only suppress their uneasiness and follow Xiang Yi silently.

It had already flown an unknown distance. Calculating the time silently, it was less than half an hour before midnight. It was estimated that the Great Witch Zhu was about to break the formation.

Everyone speeded up again. Fortunately, they encountered no setbacks on the road and arrived at the Seven Kills Hall fairly smoothly.

"arrive!"

Xiang Yi shouted softly.

Everyone's eyes lit up, and when they followed Xiang Yi's gaze, they all exclaimed with shock on their faces.

In front of them, there was a wall of wind made of gray gas.

A closer look reveals that this wind wall is only part of the edge of the hurricane.

This kind of gray energy is the power of a hurricane that has been condensed to the extreme. Hurricanes from all directions seemed to be converging here and entrenched here, forming a hurricane like a dark cloud.

They could only see part of it and couldn't imagine how big it was.

Below the wind wall, huge pits and whirlpools form, like funnels in the sea. At the edge is a water curtain dozens of feet high, with seawater pouring in. Endless seawater is sucked in by the whirlpool, but it can never be filled.

The hurricane and the whirlpool are connected and integrated.

Xiang Yi signaled to stop.

Because after arriving here, the hurricane was affected and became more violent.

They have to use all their strength to activate the magic weapon to barely prevent it from being blown away. If we go further, if we are caught in a hurricane or sucked into a whirlpool on the sea floor, the end will definitely not be good.

Everyone stood in thin air.

Qin Sang remembered that before entering Ziwei Palace, he could still see the sea of ​​clouds and the Tianmen of Ziwei Palace. There is nothing to see here, just endless gray hurricanes.

I don’t know whether the Seven Kills Palace is hidden deep in the hurricane or in the whirlpool of the seabed.

Qin Sang withdrew her gaze and looked around, noticing that other monks had arrived nearby, some were alone, and some were in groups like them.

Everyone stood outside honestly, waiting for the Seven Kills Hall to open.

Qin Sang looked around, staring at the hurricanes and whirlpools, but could not find the Great Witch Zhu of the Witch Clan or the Nascent Soul Patriarch who had arrived one step ahead.

Their position at this time was only on one side of the hurricane.

I heard from Xiang Yi that the hurricanes and whirlpools here are roughly circular. The monks holding the tokens were just like them, waiting for the signal to open the immortal array.

"The hurricane here is so terrifying. Only the legendary immortal formation can form such a terrifying phenomenon. There is no sign of deterioration at all. Except that there are no spatial cracks, it feels not much different from the eye of the wind outside Ziwei Palace. No. I know if the inside is as scary and dangerous as the Immortal Formation in Ziwei Palace. Xiaohanyu relied on the Xiaobeichen Star Formation, and only after Ziwei Palace emerged on its own, did it dare to break in... The Great Witch Zhu of the Wu Clan is preparing How to forcefully break the formation?"

Qin Sang deliberately wanted to walk around to see if he could find the Great Witch Zhu and watch him break the formation with his own eyes.

But seeing that Xiang Yi had no intention of doing so, he had no choice but to give up.

Xiang Yi soon clarified his doubts, "At this time, the great witch Zhu and those Yuanying ancestors have entered the depths of the hurricane and come into contact with the immortal formation. No matter where we stand, it is impossible to see the process of breaking the formation. Wait for the signal to appear honestly. The opportunity to join the battle is fleeting, so remember not to be distracted, lest you miss important events..."

Before they finished speaking, everyone suddenly felt a powerful aura flying towards them at an alarming speed. Before anyone could react, it passed them in the blink of an eye and appeared in front of the wind wall, revealing an old man in gray robes.

"Yunlai Sanren."

Liu and his wife recognized the old man's identity and said softly, "He is a very famous casual cultivator in the inner sea. He has deep connections in both good and evil circles. He dominates the island. We, the couple, were lucky enough to meet him once."

There is no doubt that Yunlai Sanren is the founder of Yuanying.

He paused briefly in front of the wind wall, took out a stylus made of black iron, and lightly drew on the wind wall, and a black light emerged in the void.

Seemingly effortlessly, a hole was opened in the wind wall.

The old man's figure disappeared on the spot, and the opening slowly closed.