"Bagua Prisoner of Heaven Formation!"

With a sudden shout from his mouth, nine thousand patterns swarmed out and condensed into a huge gossip pattern in the air.

Then, a series of light belts were derived from this Eight Trigrams and covered the past towards Luo Ling.

Feeling the terrifying aura that was constantly conveying from around him, Luo Ling couldn't help but frown slightly.

When he arrived just now, he had seen the formation used by Yu Han, but he didn't care too much about it.

At this moment, seeing the gossip formed, a terrifying bondage force came towards us, and his face immediately became heavy.

Especially under the suppression of those light belts, the golden sword kept crying, which was a sign that it could not hold on.

The originally somewhat contemptuous eyes finally turned into heavy weight.

"Since you are seeking death, I will give you my best!"

"One sword in the world!"
Chapter completed!