The immortal formation of the Eight Sons of Life and Death may be really powerful, but Zhang Ruochen is not alone. As long as he releases the sword prison emperor, Fenghou, and the Great Forest Luo Emperor, Yuetinghai in the purple gold gourd, he may not be able to break the formation.

However, this is the star of the Yan clan, not only the Eight Sons of Life and Death and the Confucians, but also the Emperor of Yan, Yan Wushen and a large number of great saints.

If Fenghou and others are released, the Yama clan will definitely regard him as his biggest enemy and will only mobilize stronger forces to deal with them.

Zhang Ruochen changed back to his true body and said, "Wu Wuji is still in my hands. Do you don't care about his life or death?"

"If the Great Sage Ruochen killed Wu Wuji, there would naturally be a strong man surnamed Wu to avenge him."

When he said this, his eyes emitted a dark light, and he gently pronounced two words from his mouth: "Soul-catching."

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's eyes darkened and he felt a drowsy feeling.

Soul capture is one of the most powerful methods of the witch's way. With the cultivation of the mind, if you have the intention, you can control the creatures within a radius of thousands of miles and be driven by him.

The spiritual power of the temple is one of the best in the Yan clan, reaching the sixty-fifth level, not weaker than Zhang Ruochen.

It is precisely this that witchcraft can influence Zhang Ruochen.

"Crash!"

"Wow!"

...

The eight sons of life and death who had reached the great perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm all put their hands together and burst out with unparalleled holy power.

The four were covered in white light, and the four were covered in black light.

The power of death and the power of life are intertwined, and above the heads of the eight people, each presenting a book of books. The book also emits white and black light, with a large number of mysterious words jumping on it.

"The Immortal Formation is about to take shape, and Zhang Ruochen's defeat is settled. I didn't expect that he could be taken down so easily." On the seventeenth-story tower, the monk wearing a wide black cloak said with a hoarse smile.

Yan Huangtu's tense nerves relaxed a little, and said, "The staff and the eight sons of life and death join forces. Even though I already know them very well, I still feel afraid. Zhang Ruochen had never fought with them before and lacked vigilance, so he was attacked by the staff successfully."

"When you come to the base camp of the Yanluo clan, even if you are a greedy baby and a quench, you must be careful to hide. Zhang Ruochen exposed his movements, and he is destined to die today." The monk wearing a wide black cloak said.

Yan Huangtu did not completely relax, with a pair of tiger eyes staring at the formation light bowl in the distance.

The instinct recited an ancient spell from his mouth, and the ebony stick in his hand emitted a gray light.

He looked at the sleepy Zhang Ruochen and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Killing Zhang Ruochen is something that many people want to do.

If Zhang Ruochen died at his hands, it would be of infinite benefit to him in the future.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen, whose eyes were originally dull, opened his eyes wide and emitted a sharp and intimidating light. His body trembled, as if he was struck by lightning, and his brain was tingling.

"No, it's a mental attack. He actually attacked me with his mental power?"

The subject didn't expect that Zhang Ruochen had already divided the holy soul into six. Although the soul-catching technique was powerful, it could not target the six holy souls at the same time. Therefore, the impact Zhang Ruochen was actually very small.

The reason why I looked sleepy just now was just waiting for an opportunity.

The more the staff wants to kill Zhang Ruochen, the greater the flaw in his mood and the weaker the mental defense.

Zhang Ruochen seized this opportunity and the sixty-fifth level mental power burst out with all its strength, just like thousands of needles flying out and rushing into the body. Even though the temple was shocked in time, it still could not completely block it, and the mental power suffered considerable trauma.

The conscientious face suddenly turned extremely pale, and he took several steps backwards.

"Zhang Ruochen... Zhang Ruochen's mental strength is not weaker than me... How is it possible? This is impossible..." He was shocked and quickly adjusted his mood to heal the mental trauma.

In order to practice the great witch's way of heaven, the use of mental power is far better than Zhang Ruochen.

The reason why he was injured by Zhang Ruochen was mainly because he was eager to win.

The more you want to kill the other person, the bigger your flaws will be.

Zhang Ruochen did not continue to attack the enemy. In his opinion, the biggest threat was the Eight Sons of Life and Death. His hands formed into palm prints, and he attacked the Great Perfect Saint of the Hundred Shackle Realm directly in front of him.

After breaking the thirty shackles, Zhang Ruochen's demigod body released a large amount of divine power, and with one palm, the air exploded instantly, making a thunderous sound.

The Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm was calm and the light and shadow of the white life book floating above the head quickly flipped, and his hands formed a mark to meet Zhang Ruochen's palm seal.

"Boom."

The moment the palm prints touched each other, dense words flew out from the light and shadow of the other seven heavenly books, and the light and shadow of the life heavenly books above the head of the Great Perfect Saint of Hundred Shackles Realm.

The power of the Eight Sons of Life and Death is combined and also contains a certain degree of increase.

Zhang Ruochen's palm was as if he was hitting an iron wall, and the other party did not move at all, but he threw it backwards and flew out.

The Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles Realm behind Zhang Ruochen moved with the flow, took a step forward, pinched his right hand into a fingerprint, and poked Zhang Ruochen's vest.

Both speed and strength have reached an incredible level.

If he was hit by his fingertips, no matter how strong Zhang Ruochen's body was, he would definitely be penetrated.

"Wow—"

The space was twisted, and it clearly hit the finger of the vest, but it passed through Zhang Ruochen's armpit.

Zhang Ruochen twisted his body in the air, used his arm as a sword, and slashed at the neck of the Great Perfect Saint of the Hundred Shackle Realm with his backhand, drawing a brilliant light.

The Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackle Realm suddenly contracted, turned into a black light, and retreated back to its original place.

Zhang Ruochen slashed the air with a sword.

In the other direction, another great saint of the Hundred Shackle Realm Great Perfection, seized the opportunity, pinched his fist, and shot out a column of lightning as thick as a bucket.

The lightning column flew to Zhang Ruochen. Influenced by the real domain of space, he circled around Zhang Ruochen, flew back in reverse, and confronted the fist of the Great Perfect Saint of the Hundred Shackle Realm.

"Rumbling."

The confrontation just now seemed to be one move after another, going back and forth.

In fact, their speed was extremely fast. Except for several masters such as Yan Huangtu, other monks could only see figures flashing, thunder and lightning roaring, and deafening sounds continued to sound.

Only real masters understand the dangers.

"Time is overwhelming."

With Zhang Ruochen's body as the center, a big bell slowly condenses and forms, forming by countless time marks of light spots, and rotates rapidly.

"Return to the position."

Any monk understands the terrible power of time. The eight sons of life and death stopped attacking and returned to their positions. The power in their bodies completely exploded, urging the Book of Death and the Book of Life above their heads.

"Buzz!"

The time bell rang, and a large number of time marks of light spots fell off, and together with the sound waves, it was like a wave of water, impacting in all directions.

The light and shadow of the Heavenly Book of Death and the light and shadow of the Heavenly Book of Life meet with the light points of the seal of time, and quickly annihilate it.

"Buzz!"

The bell rings again.

In the Book of Death and the Book of Life, dense ancient words flew out, hitting the light spots of the time mark, and the two disappeared invisible again.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

...

The bells kept ringing, but the light spots of time imprinted with time could never reach thirty feet away.

The spirit of the temple recovered, stood at the edge of the formation, observed the time bell Zhang Ruochen, and said, "It's useless. Once the immortal formation is activated, no force can be broken through the formation. With all his strength, the eight sons of Life and Death can trap the great sage in the realm of death for a moment, let alone you."

In the city, in a courtyard full of colorful crabapples, an eight- or nine-year-old child stood, with silver light all over his body.

It is the most powerful Shura clan, the Vaginal Infant.

Vacant Infant looked at the direction of the battle fluctuations and showed an evil smile: "What a powerful immortal formation, the eight sons of the Yan clan's life and death are hard to deal with!"

Hong Futu was four meters tall, with blood-red muscles exposed. Standing not far away, his fists were even bigger than ordinary people's heads, and he said in a thick tone: "They need to have the opportunity to form a formation, and they also have to surround their opponents in the formation to exert their strongest power."

Vacant Infant nodded and said, "I am more powerful than I imagined. I can actually find Zhang Ruochen, a scapegoat."

Hongfutu said: "No matter how powerful he is, he is still chased by us and can only escape?"

Vacant Infant shook his head and said, "If it weren't for the reason that he did not have the Supreme Holy Artifact, even if we join forces, we might not be his opponent. We lack very strong. As long as we swallow him, I will definitely go to the next level."

Hongfutu said, "Why might as well devour Zhang Ruochen first? It is said that Zhang Ruochen has cultivated the second-grade holy intention and devoured him, and the junior brother will definitely grow to a more powerful level than the quench."

"What you said makes sense. However, Zhang Ruochen was trapped in the Immortal Formation and probably had no chance to survive. What a delicious dish, right in front of him, but he could only watch him be destroyed." Viagra shook his head and sighed.

Yan Huangtu's mental power has always covered the entire city. Even if Vaived Infant intends to attack the Eight Sons of Life and Death and releases Zhang Ruochen, his chances of success will be slim.

In the Immortal Formation, Zhang Ruochen stood upright, still calm and composed.

"come out."

Zhang Ruochen spread his left hand, and a black ink liquid appeared above his palm, and he said to himself: "I can only try your power."

The ink-black droplets are dark space-time matter.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen's five fingers emitted, mobilizing the rules of time, space, and a small amount of dark rules, which impacted the dark space-time matter. Suddenly, the ink-black droplets burst and opened, releasing a strong dark light.

The whole world became pitch black in an instant.
To be continued...