Chapter 932 The Battle of That Year

A few minutes later, the smoke around Yan Tianming dissipated, only to see that he had become extremely embarrassed. The black robe on his body was torn to pieces, and the surface of his body was riddled with holes. Broken bones could be faintly seen in the bright red flesh.

Because of the previous secret technique, at this moment he does not have the heroic spirit of a young man before, but looks like a twilight old man, with blood constantly flowing out, as if a gentle push can completely break it, and even the origin of the surrounding souls appear. A state that is about to dissipate.

"Damn guy, you ruined several eras of my hard work!"

Raising his head with difficulty, Yan Tianming roared. Although his voice was very hoarse, it could make people feel the boundless anger.

In fact, after restraining the goddess beside Cao Xiaochun, he was not afraid of this elf king at all, but the other party's spiritual treasure made him extremely frustrated.

"You want to kill me, you are not qualified!"

Yan Tianming gritted his teeth and said something viciously, and then his expression flickered, as if he had made up his mind and made some kind of decision.

I saw his hands forming seals, and for a moment, the rich soul essence turned into purple flames, burning his entire body. Soon, Yan Tianming's body turned into nothingness.

"Huh? Did you run away?"

Seeing this, Cao Xiaochun frowned, but soon, the world began to shake, and Shi Jian, who had fallen into silence for a long time, seemed to sense something and began to tremble slightly.

At this moment, black clouds filled the endless void. That terrifying soul intention actually shook Cao Xiaochun's soul!

Seeing Wu Yun's posture, Cao Xiaochun's eyes involuntarily shifted to the stone sword below.

"boom!"

Before Cao Xiaochun could react, a blood thunder of a hundred feet in size fell from the black cloud and struck hard on the stone sword. In an instant, the stone sword that had been silent for a long time exploded directly, and countless chaotic sword energy surged out, forming a simple The formation tried to resist the invasion of the blood thunder, but when the sword energy hit the blood thunder, it was swallowed directly by it and fell directly onto the bronze coffin at the bottom!

"No, his original body wants to escape!"

Cao Xiaochun's expression changed. Apparently, Yan Tianming was driving him into a panic, and he ignored the surrounding Chaos Immortal Sword Formation and tried to forcefully break the seal.

Once he succeeds, Yan Tianming will probably directly enter the creation level with his own heritage of several eras and his cultivation as the original soul god.

Although here, he still has to resist the formations left by Wu Dao Sword Sect, but the formation with no one in charge cannot stop the creation level powerhouse.

Thinking of this, Cao Xiaochun did not dare to hesitate, and with a flash of his body, he swept away from the direction of the bronze coffin with the bloody body of Ten Thousand Demons.

Jiutian Xuannv and the Three Beasts also directly joined the battle group. Now, everyone has only one purpose, which is to prevent the God of Souls from breaking the seal!

"Buzz buzz!"

Just when Cao Xiaochun was about to approach, bursts of buzzing sounds rang out between heaven and earth, and the iron chains on the bronze coffin began to glow red. Under the light, it directly suppressed the trembling bronze coffin.

But in contrast, a barrier formed by the chaotic sword energy actually blocked Cao Xiaochun and his party. The light gathered, and the corpses originally displayed on the square were directly weathered. Suddenly, seventy-two dazzling light groups emerged and swept directly towards the bronze coffin. Around it, a pagoda formed by the origin of the sword!

"I tricked you, is there something wrong with Wu Dao Sword Sect?"

"If you want to stay behind, you should stay behind and set up barriers. Why, are you afraid that others will take the credit!"

Fei looked at the barrier in front of him, his expression changed, and he immediately cursed.

Although the scene in front of it seems to be that the God of Soul has been suppressed, through the battle just now, it is clear that Yan Tianming used his status as the Holy Son of two eras to obtain the inheritance of the Wudao Sword Sect, this Chaos Immortal Sword Although the formation is powerful, it may not be able to suppress him.

If the God of Soul is allowed to break the seal, then they will face the Creation Level.

Hearing this, Jiang Yan gasped and blushed obviously. Although she knew that the ancestors did this to prevent the God of Soul from running out, now, they were making wedding clothes for each other.

She also tried to use the mark on her head to break through, but unfortunately, the barrier gave no face at all.

"Okay, even if his Yan Tianming skill breaks through, this sword formation will consume a lot of his strength. Coupled with the previous battle, even if he breaks through to the creation of the world, so what."

Cao Xiaochun let out a heavy breath. Although he could join forces with Jiutian Xuannv to forcibly break the formation, doing so would be no different from attacking the enemy.

So now I can only wait. It would be best if this Chaos Immortal Sword Formation can directly suppress Yan Tianming. If not, then I can just use this time to set up a formation. Anyway, Yan Tianming must die today!

Thinking of this, Cao Xiaochun's eyes flashed with murderous intent. After exhaling heavily, he stretched out his hand a little, and the world-destroying power emerged. The Nine Hells-destroying formation slowly took shape in the void, integrating the blood body and spiritual treasure into the formation. After that, he directed Jiutian Xuannv and others to enter the formation and get ready.

"Nuwa, if the God of Souls is born, I need your help."

Cao Xiaochun was communicating with Taixu Gu, and soon an arrogant voice sounded, making him smile helplessly.

"Hmph, come on, come on, are you continuing to show off?"

…

boom!

At the moment when the Nine Hells' World-Destroying Gu Formation was formed, a stream of colored light rose into the sky, and when the light converged to the extreme, it directly transformed into a picture.

The same stone sword was shining with golden light, and seventy-two half-step creation-level powerful men were holding artifacts, constantly bombarding the giant-like demonic shadow in mid-air.

The Demon Shadow held two hammers, and a black shield around him constantly resisted the attack of the mighty, looking extremely relaxed.

Just as the Demon Shadow was about to break the formation, the wind and clouds surged in the void, and the residual souls of two young men with very similar appearances directly shattered their space rings, and countless sharp swords flew out. As the young men burned their own souls, the seventy-two mighty men also felt something and sat down directly.

When the sharp sword dragon took shape, the Demon Shadow showed a trace of panic and tried his best to resist, but even with two creation instruments, his defense was still like a blank paper and was torn apart by the dragon!

"Suppress!"

With a sound like the sound of the Great Dao, the Demon Shadow was directly penetrated by the dragon and fell heavily on the stone sword. Finally, a bronze coffin took shape, and the whole sky returned to peace.

Looking at this scene in front of him, Cao Xiaochun sighed. He didn't expect that the battle that year was suppressed by so many mighty sacrifices.

This level of battle, if it wants to reach the pinnacle of the universe, only the killing of saints can surpass this scene.

"Crack!"

The picture disappeared, and the confrontation between the iron chain and the power inside the bronze coffin reached its limit. Only a slight sound was heard, and a crack visible to the naked eye appeared on the bronze coffin.