NOVEL NEXT Chapter 246 The Great Mill of Destruction!
He hasn't lived long enough, why would he die for no reason?
Zhong Hai is now a spent force, and all his resources have been emptied. What else is there to fear?
And... if I guess correctly, the knife that Mo Yuxiang used before was cold.
That coldness will gradually freeze Zhong Hai's sea of qi.
Before, he was not able to suppress that wisp of coldness with his selfless cultivation, but when he burned his spirit desperately, the coldness would completely penetrate into his sea of qi.
When the coldness completely invaded the entire sea of qi.
He would not need to do it himself, and Zhong Hai would become a useless person.
Such a person, what else is there to fear.
Zi Xiao now had only one thought, that is, to kill Zhong Hai directly while the ancestors of Tianxuan Saint just woke up and knew what was happening.
As long as they can kill the great elder of Tianxuan Saint, it will be their victory.
As for why Zixiao told the people of Yaoguang Saint to let them take action when they came, it was to let them form a formation at the critical moment to temporarily block the ancestors of Tianxuan Saint.
All the ancestors of Yaoguang Saint went out to "discuss the Tao".
Only these people of Yaoguang Saint could stop the ancestors of Tianxuan Saint, which is why the Lord of Yaoguang Saint came with so many palace masters.
It was to form a formation to stop the strongest.
Zixiao's momentum was constantly surging, and strange black runes appeared on his body.
Then, black waves surged, and all the lightning in the air was swallowed up.
"Human Emperor Sword, inheritor of magic power? How can these two be connected?!"
Zhong Hai was even more shocked when he saw Zi Xiao show his magic power.
Everyone in Tianxuan Saint Hall stared, as if they had never expected that Zi Xiao would actually be the inheritor of magic power. On the contrary, everyone in Yaoguang Saint Hall was much calmer.
They looked at Zi Xiao with pride.
What about the inheritor of magic power? How could a kind person like Junior Brother be so confused by a mere magic power?
Mo Yuxiang looked at the surging black waves, her beautiful eyes were a little complicated, but in an instant they became firm.
For her now, let alone Zi Xiao being the inheritor of magic power, what if he was the Demon Lord? !
When the rolling black spiritual sea completely covered the sky, Zixiao also moved, and his hands were seen crossing the void.
Instantly, the void shook, and it was about to sink. The demonic energy burst and rushed up, and the air was filled with the roar of wronged souls. After a long time, a huge millstone appeared in the air between the interweaving of demonic skills, bursting with a murderous intent.
"How about the demonic skills?! My ancient killing formation! The inheritor of the demonic skills must also die!"
Although Zhong Hai could feel the terrifying aura of the demonic skills.
But he still believed that he, a half-step supreme, could not be defeated in front of a junior who was crossing the tribulation.
Zixiao ignored Zhong Hai's roar, and he was manipulating the huge millstone with all his heart and soul.
That was the top skill of the magic skill, the world-destroying mill!
Along with the roar of the millstone, the killing array burst into brilliant light.
Obviously, the killing array felt threatened.
Boom boom boom...
At this moment, several ancestors who woke up first, feeling the breath of the magic skill, rushed here directly.
The face of the Yaoguang Saint Lord, who was still watching the excitement, suddenly became serious, and shouted to the junior brothers and sisters around him: "Form a formation! Stop them!"
"Yes!"
All the people of the Yaoguang Saint roared, and the sound went straight to the sky. There were only a few thousand people, but it was like a million-man army, murderous!
I saw that the thousands of palace masters of the Yaoguang Saint all took out their own life magic weapons from the Qiankun Ring.
If you want to stop the ancestor-level figures, you definitely can't hold back.
The Holy Lord Yaoguang stood at the center of the crowd. There was no more dissolute expression on his face, but he was more serious than ever before.
He waved his hands lightly, accompanied by a burst of Dao rhyme.
A small tower appeared in front of him.
This was not the extreme imperial weapon of the first ancestor, but also the holy weapon imitated by the Holy Lord Yaoguang based on the imperial weapon.
As a holy lord, naturally all the materials are rare. It is not an exaggeration to say that the holy weapon is about to become a supreme weapon.
Boom!
Thousands of streams of light intertwined in the void, and a light curtain blocked the old ancestors of the Holy Lord Tianxuan.
"Want to stop us? It's just courting death!"
A red cloud bloomed, gorgeous like fireworks!
The ancestors of Tianxuan Saint directly attacked, trying to break the light curtain.
But their spirits only made ripples on the light curtain when they hit the surface. The light curtain looked very weak, but it was actually strong and indestructible.
There was even a hint of imperial power.
"Damn it, they are using the blood of the emperor to stop us! We must save Zhong Hai!"
"Let's all attack, if it's not possible, the Saint will protect him!"
"Are we going to watch Zhong Hai die?!"
"A mere tribulation kid, even if he is the inheritor of magic skills, what can he do?! Zhong Hai will definitely be fine!"
While the ancestors of Tianxuan Saint were discussing, Zixiao pushed the world-destroying mill and hit the ancient killing formation hard.
At this time, the rolling black waves were surging, and every rotation of the World-Destroying Mill was like the world was disintegrating and collapsing, and the breath of demonic power was pervasive, as if it was going to bury all the living beings in the world!
The people of Tianxuan Holy Land were terrified, as if they had fallen into the hell of hell, and every bit of flesh and blood in their bodies was spasming, and the bones of their whole body were trembling and creaking.
The energy generated by the rotation of the World-Destroying Mill was really too terrifying.
Ordinary cultivators would easily suffer from damage to their souls even if they looked directly at the World-Destroying Mill. Seeing this scene, many elders of Tianxuan Holy Land hurriedly called these ordinary disciples to take refuge.
As the person involved, Zhong Hai felt his body trembling slightly.
He never thought that Zixiao could actually perform such a terrifying move.
What on earth is that millstone? !
Crack, crack, crack...
At this moment, even if this ancient formation bursts out with killing intent, it can't resist the erosion of the world-destroying mill.
Every rotation of the mill makes the killing formation emit a glass-like shattering sound.
"You can't!!! Even if you are a person who defies the heavens, you can't go against the saints!!!"
Zhong Hai's white hair stood up, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
The killing formation was closely connected with his qi, and now that the killing formation was damaged, he also spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.
The spirit bursting out of his body was still burning continuously. Although his body was as hot as a tree, his qi sea was as cold as winter.
Zhong Hai naturally understood his own situation.
If he continues to delay, he might really be killed by his former disciple!