There Is A Dragon In My Well

"Dutian Shen Lei!!"

"This is really the Twelve Heavenly Gods Formation!"

Wuzhiqi was knocked over by a bolt of lightning. He immediately recognized that it was one of the most powerful divine thunders in the world, and his expression changed instantly.

If this is really the formation of the Twelve Capital Gods, although it will not be killed here, it will be difficult to break through the formation and get out.

"Fortunately, the opponent's cultivation level is not too strong and he cannot summon the Chaos Capital Sky Thunder, otherwise I might have died from this!"

Wuzhiqi's face was uncertain. He sensed the formation carefully and breathed a sigh of relief.

It is still possible to withstand this divine thunder. With the demon body that has been tempered many times, Chu Qiu cannot even think of beating himself to death.

But if he was summoned from the Chaos Capital Sky Thunder, he would probably be chopped into pieces if he came face to face with him.

Chaos Capital Tianlei, plus the word "chaos", has a completely different meaning.

This kind of divine thunder is on the same level as the Kaitian Blade Qi emitted by Pangu Kaitian.

One opens the sky, the other destroys the sky!

It's just that it can't figure it out. Even Chi You had trouble setting up the twelve capitals of the gods. How did this mortal boy arrange it?

Boom boom boom boom!

While thinking about it, Chu Qiu pointed out the magic formula, and the flag gate kept moving, striking the divine thunder one after another, making Wu Zhi Qi do somersaults, and thick smoke came out of his body.

A burning smell suddenly spread throughout the formation.

Wuzhi was so angry that he bared his teeth and glared, his eyes shining with golden light!

"The Twelve Capital Gods' Evil Formation, this is the Twelve Capitals' Heavenly Gods Evil Formation!"

In the Xinghuang Banner, Kunlun Qianqingzi, like Wu Zhiqi, let out an unbelievable exclamation.

"How is this possible? Hasn't this Great Formation of the Gods been lost since the Lich War? Why is it reappearing now?"

"Is the calamity between heaven and earth about to begin again?"

Qian Qingzi seemed to think of something, and his expression instantly became uncertain.

Qi Qi looked down at the golden whip in his hand and unconsciously tightened his grip.

Once the calamity begins, I'm afraid the conferring of gods will happen again.

The old accounts and grudges left over from the last calamity will be settled this time.

"Hit the divine whip, beat the divine whip, this time, I don't know who will be in charge of conferring the gods again!"

Gan Qingzi's eyes flickered as he looked at Chu Qiu, then at Shen Zhantian and Zhao Kuo who were watching the battle.

After thinking about it, he still suppressed his imminent thoughts, waved his hand, and temporarily put away the Immortal-Destroying Flying Knife.

"This Chu Qiu is able to control the Dutian Shensha Formation, and it seems that he has mastered the essence. I am afraid that he will probably be the one who will suffer the disaster in the future. If I am not sure of killing him with one blow, it is better not to easily form a cause and effect! "

"This is the great formation of gods and evil spirits. Whenever there is a great catastrophe of heaven and earth, the evil spirit is the thickest and most powerful. It seems that this time the great calamity of heaven and earth will come, it will not be small, at least it will not be smaller than the battle between lich and lich!"

"It seems Kunlun has to make preparations early!"

Qian Qingzi kept thinking in his mind and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Shushan Sword Sect and Mao Renfeng watched with frowns.

They had heard of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Divine Evil Formation, which was an ancient evil formation.

But they didn't know the secret of this great formation, so they didn't take it too seriously.

Especially the head of the Shushan Sword Sect is not very interested in the name of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods Formation.

Because the mountain-protecting formation in Shushan is also the most famous formation in the world, the Liangyi Mochen Formation!

It's just that Liangyi Mochen's Formation Eyes and Hunyuan Yiqi Taiqing Talisman were brought to the upper realm by the founder, otherwise Shushan might really be able to crush Kunlun!

"Wuzhiqi, now do you believe that what I have set up is the Dutian Divine Evil Formation? How about it, if you are willing to surrender, I will let you out and give you a part of the residual consciousness memory of the ancestral witch!"

Chu Qiu's voice came into the formation.

"I believe you should also understand that to set up this formation, it requires the joint arrangement of the twelve witch ancestors to truly evolve the power of this formation!"

"Now that I have condensed the clones of the twelve ancestral witches, I have obtained their residual memories scattered across the sky. I think even Chi You, the great witch back then, could only dream of these residual memories. Are you not interested?"

"What did you say? You have used this formation to condense the twelve ancestral witch clones?"

Wuzhiqi's expression couldn't help but change.

Boom!

The flag gate suddenly glowed, and jets of black air shot out, landing on the ground and transforming into the twelve ancestral witches.

All of them are thousands of feet tall, and their auras are violent and wild!

"Wuzhiqi, look at these twelve gods and demons. Are they the twelve ancestral witches?"

Chu Qiu directly released the twelve-headed demon and shouted loudly.

"It turns out to be the clone of the ancestral witch, the twelve demon gods! How is this possible! How did you do it? Are you more powerful than the great witch Chi You back then?"

Wuzhiqi was a little unbelievable, and at the same time he was also a little excited.

The residual memory of the ancestral witch, and this alone, I am afraid that no one under the saint can refuse this temptation.

You must know that each of the twelve ancestral witches is the most powerful existence under the saint.

With the current level of cultivation, that is the pinnacle of quasi-sage!

"Boy, are you really willing to give me part of your ancestral witch's residual consciousness memory?"

Wuzhiqi's eyes flashed with golden light.

"Of course, the premise is that you must surrender to me!"

Chu Qiu's voice continued: "I said, my goal is to become a saint! I will definitely become a saint!"

"Being a subordinate of a future saint will not be considered as an insult to your status as Wuzhiqi!"

"Future saint? This is an interesting statement!"

Wuzhi Qi grinned, and then bared his teeth and said: "I have to say, your conditions are really tempting, but if you want me to surrender, with your current cultivation level, even if you rely on the Shangdu Tianshensha Formation, you You can’t do anything to me, so what qualifications do you have to make me surrender?”

"Otherwise, if word gets out, do I still need my name as Wuzhiqi?"

"It seems like you really don't shed tears until you see the coffin!"

Chu Qiu smiled lightly, his eyes meaningful.

He found that Wuzhiqi's heart had begun to loosen up. After all, the remnant memories of the ancestral witch, even those at the peak of Daluo Jinxian, were all he wanted to break his head.

And I have the residual memories of twelve ancestral witches in my body!

"Listening to its tone, it seems that it really wants the memory of the ancestral witch's remnant consciousness, but it can't let go of its dignity and surrender to me. As long as I can make it suffer, I think I can give it a step up. It's logical!"

Chu Qiu narrowed his eyes, showing a hint of smile, changed his technique, and pointed sharply.

Boom!

The Twelve Flags Gate suddenly exploded with power again, spinning crazily.

"rise!"

Chu Qiu let out a low shout, and changed the techniques one after another. Then he raised his hand and slowly grabbed it out, looking extremely strenuous.

At the same time as he made a move, twelve huge black lines spurted out from within the formation, intertwining together to form a pitch-black giant axe!

"The true form of the Witch Clan!"

A loud shout came, and Chu Qiu himself suddenly walked into the formation, with a roar, and transformed into a giant man of the Wu clan.

At this moment, with the blessing of the formation, Chu Qiu felt that his real body was extremely powerful, comparable to Kuafu and Yugong of the Wu clan!

"Wuzhiqi, take my axe!"

Chu Qiu grabbed the huge black axe, and scenes of battles between ancestral witches flashed through his mind. He closed his eyes, and then jerked away, the light blazing to the extreme.

Stab!