My senior brother is too strong

Here, the square circle was already shrouded in a dense formation, enveloping the teleportation array of the demon race in it.

There are defensive formations, offensive formations, formations that confuse the mind and cover up whereabouts, and formations that isolate spiritual and divine sense.

Large and small, each different, like a hard turtle shell.

With Lu Shaoqing’s gaze, he could see at a glance how the formation was here.

With several high-grade formations as the core, they are connected, supplemented by low-grade formations, forming the turtle shell in front of you.

The formation light flickered, exuding a palpitating aura.

Don’t look at some formations with very low grades, some are just first and second grades.

However, they can assist high-level formations, making high-level formations more powerful.

With such a formation, even if the formation master comes, it is impossible to destroy it in a short time.

Destroying a formation is simple, but the power of causing a backlash is equal to the combined power of all formations here.

Even a god of incarnation cannot please him.

Seeing the formation here, Lu Shaoqing could understand why the people of the Heavenly Palace Gate were unwilling to let their people be shaken.

There are many formations here, densely packed, and if they are forcibly broken, they will suffer heavy losses.

And the other party will not dry and watch the formation be destroyed.

The strength of the demon race, coupled with the cooperation of the formation, will only cause countless deaths and injuries to human cultivators.

If this is also the handiwork of the Holy Lord, it can only be said that the Holy Lord is terrible.

Lu Shaoqing shook his head, a little strange, and whispered to himself, “The demon race is waiting for reinforcements, and it is impossible for the Tiangong Gate not to know this.”

“What are they going to do?”

“What’s the benefit to them of letting the Demon Race grow here?”

Yu Ling said that the most lacking thing in the demon race is time.

The Demon Race is here in front of the turtle, showing that he is fully guarding the teleportation array, waiting for the Demon Race to send people over.

Lu Shaoqing didn’t believe that the Tiangong Gate didn’t know, and he could guess it.

But Lu Shaoqing didn’t understand why the people of the Tiangong Gate didn’t seem anxious at all.

Here the banner of righteousness of the Terrans is raised, calling on more people to come here to deal with the demon race.

They also act as turtles to preserve their strength.

“I don’t understand, there must be something tricky in it.” Lu Shaoqing touched his chin and secretly guessed, “And doing so is definitely a good thing for the Tiangong Gate, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.” ”

This is actually the territory of the Tiangong Gate, and the demon race appears here, if it is not for the advantages outweighing the disadvantages, the Tiangong Gate will definitely not do this.

“Do you want to drive away the tiger and devour the wolf and let the demon race destroy the other sects?”

“No, if you do this, the strength of the demon race will become stronger and stronger, and then the Tiangong Gate itself will be difficult to protect, don’t think about picking up cheap in the back.”

“Forget it, don’t think about it, anyway, don’t let the Tiangong Gate get what you want.”

Lu Shaoqing sneered, no matter what idea the Heavenly Palace Gate was fighting.

He only needs to let the Demon Race and the Heavenly Palace Gate fight here.

“But in addition to this, you have to get rid of those two demon races who are good at formations.”

Among the information Yu Ling gave him, among the seven demon races, only three people deserved his attention.

One is the strongest chief guard, Cui Zhangwan, the ninth layer of the Yuan Baby, known as the first Yuan Infant of the Demon Clan.

And then there are two, and these two are still siblings.

Sister Ou Qing, the fourth floor of the Yuan baby.

Younger brother Ou Ming, the second floor of the Yuan baby.

Lu Shaoqing did not care about the realm strength of this pair of siblings, but about their formation attainments.

Ou Qing is a formation grandmaster, and Ou Ming is a formation master.

This time, the turtle shell was presided over by the two of them here, which made the formation solid, and also caused heavy casualties among the cultivators on the human side.

Lu Shaoqing planned to kill these two demon races first before carrying out his plan.

Otherwise, with the existence of these two demon races who are good at formations, his plan is difficult to implement, and it is easy to change.

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As for the other demon races, although there are those who are stronger than him, he is not afraid, I can’t fight, I still can’t run?

“Let’s go see first.”

Lu Shaoqing’s figure flickered, disappeared in place, and when he appeared, he had already arrived in front of the Great Array.

Looking at the large array exuding danger, Lu Shaoqing smiled slightly and waved his hand at the formation. Huge spiritual power surged out.

In this area, all the formations within a few miles disappeared.

Then, in the distance, a powerful aura rose up into the sky.

The aura of those Jiedan monks in the distance also rose up into the sky and rushed straight here.

“Who?”

With a roar, a person teleported here.

A man of about thirty years old, exuding a gloomy and cold aura, with

a huge body, stood in front of Lu Shaoqing, like a small mountain.

“Terrans, you are looking for death!”

Lu Shaoqing looked calm, and he asked in a relaxed tone, “Who are you?” ”

Hmph, you Terran deserve to know my name too?” The person who came was full of killing intent, and shouted, “Give me death.”

After speaking, he shot directly at Lu Shaoqing, and his huge body was like a brute bull, coming straight towards Lu Shaoqing.

This is the consistent practice of the Demon Race, and the Terran cultivators do not pay enough attention to the flesh.

The demon race is physically strong, and melee combat can take advantage of a lot.

This is also under the same realm, the Terran cultivators are inferior to the Demon Cultivators.

This Yuan Infant of the Demon Race also held this idea, a Terran cultivator who could destroy the formation, regardless of his strength, it was right to kill.

However, he thought wrong this time.

The person standing in front of him was even stronger in flesh than a demon like him.

He punched out, and Lu Shaoqing also stretched out a punch and fought with him.

“Boom!”

With a loud bang, a powerful wave of qi burst out, and the powerful power made those Jiedan cultivators who rushed over feel like they were hit hard, spraying blood in large mouths, flying out upside down, and they couldn’t afford to be seriously injured.

The power of the Yuan Infant can be seen from this.

“You!”

The demon man’s expression changed drastically, flying backwards for several feet, and he felt a more powerful force than him.

He swallowed the blood that wanted to gush up, looked at Lu Shaoqing in amazement, and did not dare to move for a while.

He even wondered if the person in front of him was also a demon race.

It was actually stronger than his strength.

“Now, can I know your name?”

Lu Shaoqing’s smile was so terrifying to the demon man.

“Holy family, torture.”

Facing Lu Shaoqing, the demon man had to report his name, “Who are you?” ”

The Terran in front of him is entitled to let himself know his name.

Lu Shaoqing was a little disappointed, and snorted coldly, “Garbage is my name that I am not qualified to know.” ”

Then it disappeared here.

The torture is the realm of the sixth layer of the Yuan baby, and it is not easy to fight him, and it is not easy to destroy him.

If this guy in front of him is the two brothers and sisters of the district, he will strike as soon as possible.

Lu Shaoqing’s words made the torture so angry that the three corpses jumped violently, bastards, and deceived people too much.

When he wanted to make a move, Lu Shaoqing had disappeared without a trace, making him furious and roaring in place, like an enraged tiger, but unable to vent.

“Lord Torture, what are you doing?”

A man who was a few years younger than the torturer, a circle smaller, and with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, appeared beside the torturer…