Chapter 13332: Hun Wuxu takes action

This is indeed the case. Although Long Yingtian is powerful, he seems to be powerless when facing this seventh-level high-grade formation.

He had tried his best, but no matter whether it was powerful strength or exquisite martial arts, he could not break through the defense of this formation. Every attack was like a stone sinking into the ocean, unable to stir up any waves.

Long Yingtian's expression became more solemn, and he knew that his situation at this moment was extremely critical.

However, he did not give up and was still struggling, trying to find a way to break the formation. But all this is in vain. Still fighting will only make him exhaust his energy faster and eventually fall into the abyss of despair.

Seeing that Long Yingtian was unable to escape from the holy pattern formation, Hun Huan's face suddenly showed a look of relief. He was well aware of Long Yingtian's strength, and if he really allowed him to escape, the consequences would be disastrous.

With Long Yingtian's strength, Hun Huan is no match for him, and the entire Soul Zhen Palace will be in crisis. Therefore, seeing Long Yingtian trapped in the formation and unable to escape, Hun Huan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"Long Yingtian, don't even think about it. How could the plan that our Hun clan has prepared for so many years be ruined just because of you?" Hun Huan's voice echoed in the empty battlefield, with a hint of ridicule and pride. . His face was filled with a victor's smile, as if he had seen the moment of Long Yingtian's defeat.

Long Yingtian didn't say a word, but his expression became increasingly ugly.

He knew that his situation at the moment was extremely critical. Although his life was not in danger for the time being, it was almost impossible to break through this seventh-level high-grade formation. His eyes flashed with solemnity and unwillingness, as if he was silently fighting against fate.

He is not a person who is good at formations, and he feels a little helpless with this complex and powerful holy pattern formation.

He could only rely on his powerful brute force to try to break the formation, but every attack was like hitting cotton, unable to cause substantial damage to the formation. This formation seemed to have infinite power, suppressing him tightly within it, making him unable to move.

Long Yingtian couldn't help but feel a sense of regret in his heart. He admitted that he was a little careless and did not expect that the Soul Clan would lay out such a powerful formation to deal with him. If he was not trapped in this formation, how could he be afraid of the five temple priests and Hun Huan joining forces? With his strength, he is fully confident to fight them.

But now, everything is different. Five temple priests plus one soul world, their strength has far exceeded his imagination. Long Yingtian felt that he was somewhat powerless, as if he was bound by an invisible force and was unable to exert his true strength.

Seeing that Long Yingtian remained silent, Hun Huan sneered: "Do you think you are desperate now? No, you will be even more desperate later. Although the older generation fights, we still cannot easily defeat you. Even if we trap you, we You have spent a lot of effort, but you, the younger generation, will definitely lose."

In that dim and depressing atmosphere, Hunhuan's sneer was like a sharp ice blade in the cold wind, penetrating every inch of space and hitting Long Yingtian's heart.

His voice was low and threatening, and every word was like a carefully crafted curse, making people shudder. There was an imperceptible tremor in Long Yingtian's eyes, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to show weakness.

"Don't you think that Ling Xiao is very powerful? Okay, then I will kill him in front of you today." Hun Huan's words were mixed with contempt and cruelty that could not be concealed, and the corner of his mouth raised a ferocious look. Smile, that smile is like a devil crawling out of the abyss, with endless evil and cruelty.

Hunhuan's ferocious smile echoed in the air, like the most terrifying nightmare under the night, making the surrounding air freeze.

Long Yingtian's face instantly turned as pale as paper. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive exertion. There was a trace of uncontrollable anger and unwillingness in his voice: "Hunhuan, you want to interfere with the young man?" The battle of seniors?”

Long Yingtian's questioning was full of unwillingness and despair. He knew very well Hun Huan's methods and strength. Once Hun Huan really intervened in the struggle of the younger generation, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"No need!" Hun Huan smiled confidently, and that smile was full of absolute certainty of victory. He turned around slowly and looked at Hun Wuxu in the distance with a burning gaze. There was both expectation and order in his eyes. He said in a deep voice: "Wuxu, there is no need to hide your strength. You can unleash all your power and kill all the younger generations of the Demon Suppressing Mansion."

Hun Huan's words were like thunder, exploding on the empty battlefield. His voice was full of unquestionable authority and domineering, as if everything was under his control.

Hearing this, Hun Wuxu's eyes flashed with excitement. He knew that this was an excellent opportunity to show off his strength and win the recognition of Hun Huan.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes like daggers, scanning the younger generation of the Demon Suppressing Mansion, with a cold smile on his lips, as if he had already seen their scene of despair and death.

"Yes!" Hun Wuxu, who was about to kill Ling Xiao, received this order and nodded respectfully. His young but cold face was filled with absolute confidence in his power.

Then, he slowly raised his head and revealed his scornful gaze, like a high and mighty king, looking contemptuously at all the younger generations of the Demon Suppressing Mansion.

A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was cold and arrogant: "You all come together, don't say I bully you, you are really too weak."

Come together!

As Hun Wuxu's provocative and disdainful words fell, the originally noisy scene suddenly became quiet, and all eyes were focused on him, as if even the air had frozen.

Arrogant!

It must be said that Hun Wuxu's words were indeed arrogant, arrogant to the extreme!

How could the people of Zhenmo Mansion tolerate this? They were all favored by heaven, when had they ever been insulted like this? Their faces were full of anger and unwillingness, and their eyes were flashing with burning fighting spirit and anger.

At this moment, a burly, muscular man flew out of the crowd, like a cannonball out of a gun, and went straight to Hun Wuxu. He roared, as if he wanted to pour out all the anger and unwillingness in his heart. However, just as the man was about to rush in front of Hun Wuxu, something strange happened!

Hun Wuxu's figure suddenly became blurred, as if he had merged into the air and disappeared without a trace.

His speed was so fast that it was unbelievable!

Just when everyone was looking for him, he suddenly appeared behind the man again, his hand already grasping the man's throat. His movements were swift and decisive, without any hesitation, as if everything was under his control.