Life Control Chart

"Ah!"

Hei Fumang screamed and fell into the void. The black iron rod in his hand broke through the air and swung the sharp sword out of his forehead. The more than an inch deep sword wound gushed blood.

Hei Fumang was injured by the blow. More than ten realm masters swarmed down from the sky cave and rushed straight to the thirteen witches. Those thirteen old ghosts were either poisoned or cursed. The cultivators of more than a thousand years were no match for them.

When Hei Fumang fell, he saw that a realm master intervened in the battle of ordinary cultivators. He roared and threw out the black rod in his hand, hitting the Zushen Mountain directly.

Shi Yu and others did not move at all. The target of this attack was definitely not them. Hei Fumang was going to use the means at the bottom of the box.

The black rod hit the altar beside Shi Yu and others. How could the two bluestone slabs withstand the strong attack? "Crack" and shattered into powder.

The main land of Manghuang trembled again, and temples rose from the ground, knocking down the fighting monks and standing on the ground. Among them was the Tianwu Temple that Shi Yu had seen, which was also the most glorious temple among all the temples.

Then, all the temples lit up at the same time, with the temples as nodes, and beams of brilliant light shot out and connected to each other, instantly weaving a large net covering the main land of Manghuang.

The power of the Manghuang barbarians in the net suddenly increased more than ten times, and the soldiers brought by Yu Luyao had difficulty in commanding their troops and casting spells, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

The Yu Luyao army formation, which had already covered most of the land, was quickly destroyed by the Manghuang warriors who poured in from all directions, and the shrill screams came one after another.

The more than ten realm masters who pounced down were all actively met by the thirteen witches, and they fought fiercely in the void.

The thirteen wizards who were thought to be only able to attack from a distance and cast spells, now had their bodies swell up rapidly. They were all warriors who practiced both martial arts and martial arts, holding a giant hammer in their left hand and a magic staff in their right hand. With the blessing of the bright light of the temples, they exerted power that was no less than that of the realm master.

Shi Yu was amazed at what he saw. An ordinary cultivator could directly exert the power of a realm master. In his memory, only he and Jian Kaitian could do it.

Jian Kaitian also felt curious, grabbed my father and shouted: "Old me! You build a few broken houses in the Land of Life Control, can't we just kill those absolute masters?"

My father slapped Jian Kaitian's hand away, and said contemptuously: "You are full of opportunism in your mind! This is the hard work I have devoted for countless years. The Great Array of Protecting the Realm was built bit by bit by draining countless witch emperors. The power you see now, after using it up, I don't know how many years it will take to accumulate it."

Ling Xiao's cool face that has never changed for thousands of years swept the battlefield, "It's similar to my talent for charging, charging with the array!"

"It's really similar, there are my wives and fierce generals in the hall, you will see it later."

My father looked back at the black stick still inserted on the top of the peak. The black stick was already shaking and swinging, and it was about to fly back to Hei Fumang's hands.

Yu Luyao severely injured Hei Fumang with a sword, and chased him down without mercy, and the sword tip never left Hei Fumang's throat, skull and other vital points.

At this time, he saw that his army was in a bad situation under the Wu Emperor's formation. He swung out the long sword in his hand with a long roar, and in an instant, a majestic sword formation was flying in the air, whistling towards the temples.

My father was laughing in triumph, and Jian Kaitian was unhappy again, "How come everyone knows this move? Anyone who plays with swords can chop out a sea of ​​swords."

"The form is similar but the spirit is different. Yu Luyao's move focuses on breaking the formation, Wan Fang's move focuses on hurting the enemy, and the one you used is just to look powerful." My father disdained Jian Kaitian without any hesitation.

Shi Yu laughed loudly, and the others couldn't help laughing.

Jian Kaitian was furious, "I clearly learned this move from the Wanfang Divine Sword, how come it looks powerful?"

"Because your strength and speed are far behind, do you think your sword sea can hurt the master? At most, it will disturb his vision.

Wanfang has the power of a full-strength attack on each sword, while Yu Luyao has a formation on each sword.

What about you? You have only managed to condense countless sword bodies, nothing else!"

My father continued to attack mercilessly.

While speaking, Yu Luyao's sword formation had already swept over the first temple, and a violent explosion rumbled. The collapse of thousands of long swords also brought about the collapse of the temple.

The great formation of the wild protection of the world suddenly swayed. Although it quickly stabilized, its strength had weakened a little.

The black stick made a sharp sound and quickly bounced into the air from the top of the Zufeng Peak, heading straight for Heifu Mang. Yu Luyao's skill in breaking the formation with a sword also gave him a chance to breathe.

With the stick in his hand, Hei Fumang roared and counterattacked, swinging millions of stick shadows at Yu Luyao who was unarmed, and all the sticks hit Yu Luyao.

Yu Luyao groaned, bearing the weight with his body, and after taking all the countless iron sticks, the sword formation he controlled had already broken through half of the temple, and the situation on the battlefield was reversed again.

The barbarians who could only use heavy hammers and axes to chop randomly were exhausted in the face of the overwhelming spells, and could only use their extremely strong bodies to resist.

When they were furious, they threw the heavy soldiers in their hands with all their strength, but they could only land on the open space between the two armies, and could not hurt Yu Luyao's army formation at all.

"A petty trick! Setting up a formation in front of me, Yu Luyao, no one has the advantage!" Yu Luyao, whose clothes were slightly messy, looked at Hei Fumang who was still swinging the stick desperately with cold eyes and laughed.

It is not necessary to destroy the entire formation to break it. If a few important nodes are broken, the formation will collapse on its own. This is exactly what happened to the wild and desolate protective formation in front of us.

The still intact temples extinguished their divine light one after another, and the light network that protected the great world and the witches quickly disappeared. The number of warriors who died in the wild and desolate was not far from half of what my father said.

The thirteen witches were defeated after losing their divine power. It was a miracle that they were not directly killed by the world master.

"Die!"

With the sword in his hand, Yu Luyao didn't mean to say another word to Hei Fumang. The long sword penetrated directly into the shadow of the stick, and then penetrated into Hei Fumang's forehead wound.

Jian Kaitian patted my father's shoulder again and sighed: "This old Hei is a bit of a loser. As a barbarian Witch Emperor, he can only tear apart a few pieces of other people's clothes like a shrew, and he is almost stabbed to death."

My father glanced at Jian Kaitian and said, "Have you forgotten what Hei Fumang's true nature is? What kind of clone is he? He can't even use half of his abilities now!"

"Cunning! Witchcraft!" Shi Yu whispered as he stared at the battlefield with bright eyes.

Hei Fumang, who was always at a disadvantage, was about to be pierced through the head by Yu Luyao's long sword. He screamed like crazy. His screams of "Ahhhhh" were full of anger and despair.

Seeing that Hei Fumang was still attacking in vain with his sticks, Yu Luyao drew his sword and retreated in disdain. He did not want to fight with Hei Fumang like a barbarian anymore. The fight was too embarrassing and there was no way to show off his victory.

The bright white light had already gathered in Yu Luyao's free left palm, and it only faded away for a hundred miles. He could kill the severely injured Heifu Mang with his magic!

Victory's eyes have turned to the Ancestral Mountain, what he wants is there!

After waiting for several months, wasn't it just to make sure that the mysterious skull of the Witch Emperor would not be inside anyone's body?

During this moment of distraction, a hint of cunning suddenly flashed in the eyes of Hei Fumang who screamed and retreated, and the black stick in his hand suddenly swung out and hit Yu Luyao's long sword.

Yu Luyao didn't check for a while, but his sword was knocked down and he faced the enemy with bare hands. But he still didn't panic, he just thought it was Hei Fumang's death struggle, raised his palms and blasted out a bright light.

What Yu Luyao didn't expect was that the person hit by his fierce light was not Hei Fumang, but the powerful barbarians who came straight up from the Qianbai Temple, and there were actually many realm masters among them!

Men and women, old and young, shot up into the sky like fire from the earth. Everyone was strong and fierce, either empty-handed or holding a soldier, resisting the fierce light of Yu Luyao and collapsing.

Then he rushed into the dense military formation and killed Yu Luyao's army steadily, causing blood to fall on the wild land.

"broken!"

Yu Luyao was just frightened when he saw these sudden warriors, and then he saw that the temples, whether destroyed or not, were all suspended in the air, violently colliding with each other and merging in the void.

In a moment, a mountain-like temple stood in front of Yu Luyao, and more powerful barbarians flew out, rushing towards Yu Luyao and towards the raging military formation on the ground.

At this time, it was the moment when more than half of the barbarian warriors were dead or injured, and it was also the moment when Yu Luyao's last sergeant fell to the earth.

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These powerful barbarians exuded an aura of power that was more powerful than the Thirteen Witches. When they fell into the military formation, they set off thousands of feet of blood. As long as the monks who were not world lords, no one was their enemy.

A majestic figure among the warriors is particularly eye-catching. The dark short armor covering the chest, back, buttocks, and exposed arms are also pitch black, as if they had just been fished out of an ink vat.

"Female hunter?" Shi Yu exclaimed, not expecting to see this familiar person again.

The female hunter screamed and rushed into Yu Luyao's army with her bare hands. Her dark arms, legs and feet were stronger than the fine steel rods. Any weapon she encountered would be smashed with a punch or kicked to pieces. The world lord greeted her. Shang Ye flew hundreds of miles away in twos and twos.

Under the leadership of this ferocious woman, hundreds of warriors rushed out from the temple and defeated Yu Luyao's army of hundreds of millions. In the blink of an eye, they became sporadic wandering warriors scattered on the main land of the wilderness. The military power accumulated over the years is unknown. , instantly became a passing cloud.

Yu Luyao was shocked and furious. He had not found out the true strength of the Manghuang Formation. How could he not be filled with anger when his ten thousand years of hard work turned to dust?

"die!"

With another loud shout, Yu Luyao stretched out his hand to recall the long sword that had been knocked away, and slashed at Hei Fumang with all his strength. The sword light, as bright as a rainbow, shot through the air and landed directly on Hei Fumang's forehead.

At this time, Hei Fumang's hands were empty, and the black stick was hanging slowly not far behind Yu Luyao.

But seeing Yu Luyao coming at him with anger, Hei Fumang smiled deceitfully and suddenly disappeared from Yu Luyao's face. When he reappeared, he held a stick with both hands and hit Yu Luyao hard on the back of the head.

Yu Luyao had already swung his sword back the moment Heifumang disappeared. The only place he couldn't see was the direction where the enemy was about to appear.

Moreover, in Yu Luyao's dense spiritual thoughts, Hei Fumang did indeed smile ferociously and swung his stick and hit him, less than ten feet away from the back of his head.

Yu Luyao made a mistake again. He thought he could block the blow, but his long sword was shattered under the heavy blow of the black stick. Only a half-foot-long section was still in his hand.

Although Hei Fumang's iron rod was also blown away by the huge force, only a shallow scar was left on it.

Before Yu Luyao could figure out what kind of magic weapon the black stick was, Hei Fumang, who was rushing towards him, was already smiling brightly, and slapped both sides of Yu Luyao's head with his palms.

He actually wanted to smash Yu Luyao's head with one blow!

What Yu Luyao didn't expect was that countless spells were suddenly applied to his body, and an extremely dull and sluggish body feeling instantly enveloped his whole body. There was no place in his body that was not hurt, and there was no place that was not hurt. Fine cracks quickly covered Yu Luyao's body. Yao's whole body and clothes instantly turned blood red.

Looking at the palms getting bigger and closer, Yu Luyao's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes.

He thought he had been forbearing enough, but he didn't expect that Hei Fumang was also a deceitful person who showed weakness to his enemies and would never show his full strength until the last moment!

"Uh~~Ah~~"

Yu Luyao let out a long howl, and through the pain all over his body, he tried his best to explode the energy in his body. He finally broke free from the restraints and tilted his head back to avoid Hei Fumang's swing with his palms.

A thunderous explosion blasted out from the seam of Hei Fumang's palm, causing Yu Luyao to close his eyes and roar.

In a hurry, Yu Luyao habitually stabbed Hei Fumang with the long sword in his hand. The remaining half-foot blade could only scratch Hei Fumang's arm, leaving a deep blood-red mark on his dark arm.

Hei Fumang frowned and immediately jumped back, wasting the opportunity to completely kill Yu Luyao.

"Two old foxes! One never uses more than five points of strength, and the other slips away when the situation is not good. This fight can't go on!" Jian Kaitian gave a fair evaluation of Yu Luyao and Hei Fumang.

The battle between the two leaders ended, and the melee on the ground and in the low sky also ended.

The temple warriors and the thirteen witches besieged the remaining invading realm masters. Although they could gain the upper hand, they could not kill them.

Seeing that things were impossible and the soldiers were almost killed and wounded, the dozen realm masters who came with Yu Luyao all jumped into the sky and hung beside the empty sky cave.

Yu Luyao was also standing in the crowd, covered in blood and panting. His vicious eyes swept across the ground where blood was flowing like a river. He then looked at Hei Fumang who was smiling and holding a stick. He snorted coldly and left in a hurry without looking back.