Life and death contract!

After being cheated by Lingqiao Sect once, Fang Xing became more careful. In order to kill Zhao Changhe and to eliminate his retreat, he racked his brains and lured him to sign such a life and death contract. The two people were as evidenced by their essence and blood, and there were thousands of Chinese and monks from the two places on the mountain and under the mountain, and there were even big figures like the North Sandao Lord and Dragon Lord. The weight of this life and death contract was extremely large. Not to mention a son of the Talisman Dao, even a Yuanying ancestor could not escape.

"Okay, I'm brave enough to make a contract. I'll look up to you. Leave no nonsense, let's share life and death!"

Seeing that Zhao Changhe agreed to make a contract, he immediately flashed a cold light in his eyes, shouted in a deep voice, and squirted with his fist, and a breath of breath rushed straight into the sky. At the same time, dark clouds were densely covered in the sky, and smoke clouds gathered in the cage. It actually caused the change of color of the world with its own breath. In the dark clouds, thunder silks appeared and emitted a terrifying thunder and lightning aura, which seemed to be shot down at any time...

The secret technique of the Dragon Palace of Canglan Sea!

After summoning this dark cloud, Fang Xing was not polite, smiled loudly, and flew into the eighth formation.

"Follow up and help him break the formation!"

A hint of fierceness flashed in Li Hongyi's eyes, and a light shout, the red shadow was like silk.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish"...

The young men from Nan Zhan looked at each other and saw the reluctance in each other's eyes, gritted their teeth and rushed into the eighth formation.

A sea of ​​clouds!

As soon as he entered the eighth formation, he suddenly found that there were no stone paths around him, Wei E Fengchan Mountain, and even the ground below. There was only a vast sea of ​​clouds, hiding a terrifying thunder and lightning. Zhao Changhe, who was sitting cross-legged on the big red gourd, had a faint gaze, and was following three hundred feet away from the junior monk in Zhongnanzhan, and cast his cold eyes.

Behind him, there was a terrifying ball of light, and the lightning could be vaguely flashed, which was the eighth wave of source.

There were no other figures in the entire formation, and they were already hidden in the formation, but he was the only one who looked down on the cultivators like a god.

Fang Xing also stood up to look at him. The two of them had their eyes collided in the air, arousing a solemn murderous aura.

“Kala…”

A monk from Nanzhan was eager to form a formation with others and swept into a void. However, just took a step, a bright and dazzling lightning burst out from the originally mysterious cloud under his feet. Kalala tore open the clouds. The monk from Nanzhan was shocked and tried his best to defend himself, but under the lightning, he still screamed and fell out.

The monk at the Golden Pill Realm was already charred and was seriously injured and was about to die.

What's even more terrifying is that when he fell out, a disciple of the Talisman in a mysterious robe suddenly appeared, waved his sword with a "swish" sound, and a big head flew up, not knowing where it was going. The disciple of the Talisman looked at the Nanzhan cultivators coldly, and jumped over and escaped into the clouds. Several disciples of the South Zhan shouted angrily, and at the same time, they sacrificed four or five flying swords to slash at the clouds, but only layers of clouds were storming, and there was no figure in them.

With the help of the power of the eighth formation, even an ordinary disciple of the talisman artifact was so elusive.

The Nanzhan cultivators, after passing the smooth pass of the seventh formation, felt as if they were about to be cut by a knife. Suddenly, they became a little short of breath. They were originally planning to set up the formation as soon as they entered the formation, and they didn't even dare to move.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

At this moment, seeing the angry look of Nanzhan disciple, Zhao Changhe suddenly burst into laughter, his voice was cold and he also had a little joke: "Little devil, don't you really think that I was inspired by you, so you just wanted to kill you and gave up the advantage of this eighth formation? Childish, you just deliberately angered me. In addition to signing a life-and-death contract with me, you also thought that when I was angry, I would directly fight with you head-on. How could I hide this thought from me? Unfortunately, this abacus was so smart. I used the talisman and the talisman.

The law has been passed down for thousands of years, and now the careful study of the formation technique is the best in the Northern Region. The eighth formation of Fengshan was arranged by my master of the Talismanship and Taoist formation technique, and I have improved it. It is 30% better than the other formations. Even if you are deceitful, it is useless in this formation. If you want to fight with me, then break the formation first. If you can't even cross the formation and come to me, it means that you are like your waste master, not worthy of entering this formation, and even not worthy of letting me cut off your head personally!"

"It is indeed not a fool to be able to become one of the three gods in the Northern Territory!"

After a while of silence, Fang Xing suddenly laughed, his eyes were cold, and he spoke heavily: "But you have been thinking too much. I don't want to be scheming now, nor do I have the intention to break your bad formation. I just want to... beat you to death..."

When he finished speaking the last word, he suddenly took a step forward.

Boom!

The thin body was like a gray dragon, sprinting straight into the clouds.

The scene seemed to have a knife into the calm water, and suddenly ripples arise. Between the clouds, which seemed to be calm, as his body swelled up, countless lightnings suddenly appeared, layer by layer, wrapped around him, with a terrifying aura, and each of them had the power to injure the golden elixir monk or even directly kill him.

Kalala!

The harsh sound and dazzling light even made the audience cultivator feel numb on his scalp!

"How can you be so arbitrary and not discuss it with others?"

Wang Qiong, the leader of the four heroes in the Western Desert, couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene.
Chapter completed!