Chapter 335 The Real Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation - Formation

"Who said that there is no one in Jiejiao?"

As soon as Guangchengzi's voice fell, Liu'er's voice came from the top of Tongguan City.

The disciples of the Chan Sect and the Western Sect looked over immediately, and saw that on the top of Tongguan City, except for Liu'er, there was no figure in the second generation of Jiejiao except for Sanxiao.

Puxian Zhenren asked loudly, "Where are the second generation disciples of Jiejiao? Don't hide, show up."

Yunxiao was wearing a white fairy dress, with a peerless appearance and incomparable beauty. After lightly sweeping the Chan Sect and the Western Sect, she shook her head and explained.

"Several brothers and sisters are about to break through, and they have no time to go down the mountain, so they only sent the three of us down the mountain. With the insignificant strength of the three of us, this battle should be enough!"

"Wow!"

Yunxiao's words were no less than boiling water poured into hot oil.

There was a burst of uproar around, and everyone's face was in disbelief and extremely shocked.

In the Tongguan battle, the elites of the two Western religions, Chan and the saints, all came out.

The second generation of Jiejiao did not move at all, which was incredible.

Randeng frowned slightly, and the others thought that Sanxiao was joking.

Duobao and others might not know where they were hiding.

But as a quasi-saint, Randeng's perception ability was so terrifying that he did not sense the other powerful auras from Tongguan.

This means that Duobao and others did not come to the Tongguan battle this time, but only sent Sanxiao to participate in the battle.

Randeng Taoist quickly gave a look to Cihang Zhenren, and Cihang Zhenren immediately stepped out.

"What a joke, what a joke. Before Tongguan, the three religions fought, but you, the direct descendants of the Jiejiao Duobao, could not come, but instead sent three women to die. The Jiejiao is so big, and on the surface it claims to have thousands of immortals, but in fact, it is just a group of cowardly turtles."

Cihang Zhenren thought that with Liu'er's hot temper, he would be furious after hearing this.

Unexpectedly, Liu'er smiled faintly as if he didn't hear it.

"Why use a butcher knife to kill a chicken? If my Jiejiao second-generation uncles take action, you won't have the right to talk nonsense here. Sending my three uncles to deal with you is more than enough."

"You six-eared monkey, dare to despise my Chanjiao, the crime of disrespect, you should be executed!"

Manjusri was so angry that his teeth itched, and he wanted to go forward and fight Liu'er for three hundred rounds immediately.

Guangchengzi stretched out his hand, signaling Wenshu to shut up, and then stepped forward, "Junior sister Sanxiao, the battlefield is not a joke. If you are not careful, you will die and your millions of years of hard work will be destroyed."

"Considering that you have practiced for millions of years and are women, as senior brothers, we cannot bear to attack you. It is not too late for you to retreat now. Go to Jin'ao Island to call Duobao and others over to fight to the death with my Kunlun Golden Immortals."

Guangchengzi's words are very reasonable, but in fact most of them are nonsense.

The reason why he is unwilling to attack Sanxiao is because of Zhao Gongming.

The Sanxiao and Zhao Gongming are sworn brothers, and everyone in the prehistoric world knows that the relationship between the two is also self-evident.

Zhao Gongming's strength is unfathomable. I am afraid that he can fight against veteran quasi-saints such as Minghe and Zhenyuanzi.

Not to mention dealing with them, as long as he is willing, it is probably not difficult for him to slap one of them.

If the three sisters are injured and Zhao Gongming takes action, it will be really difficult to deal with.

After hearing what Guangchengzi said, the three sisters raised their eyebrows and scolded, "As early as when I was on Jin'ao Island, I heard from Brother Gongming that the Chan Sect was thick-skinned. Today, I see that it is indeed well-deserved."

"Red flowers, white lotus roots, and green lotus leaves, the three pure ones were originally one family, but that only targeted the three religions in Kunlun Mountain at that time. The three pure ones split up, so naturally they are no longer one family. Whose disciples are on the list depends on luck!"

"If you have the courage, try this Nine-bend Yellow River formation that my three sisters have painstakingly studied."

After Yunxiao said this, he had an idea and fiercely sacrificed the Hunyuan Golden Bowl.

Bixiao sacrificed the Golden Dragon Shears.

The two spiritual treasures stood in the air, emitting brilliant light, and constantly changing, forming an extremely sharp formation.

Before entering the formation, I felt a sharp breath coming towards me, piercing my skin painfully.

"Nine-bend Yellow River Formation!"

Randeng Daoist's heart trembled. When the formation was just set up, even he felt a little nervous.

You know, he is a genuine quasi-saint. How could the three gods, who are only at the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm, threaten him?

Randeng threw away all the incredible thoughts in his mind, and his face gradually became solemn.

I only heard Sanxiao continue, "My Nine-bend Yellow River Formation contains the Immortal Pill and the Immortal-Blocking Secret, which can make immortals lose their spirits, eliminate their souls, trap their forms, damage their spirits, lose their original nature, and damage their limbs. Immortals who enter this will become mortals, and mortals who enter this will die. Fellow Taoists, be careful."

At this time, Nezha jumped out waving the Qiankun Circle, "Haha, you are not afraid, are you? You don't even dare to enter the formation set up by my uncle Sanxiao. You should get back to Kunlun Mountain as soon as possible."

The South Pole Immortal saw that the situation was not good and offered the peach stick, "What Nine-bend Yellow River Formation, it is vulnerable, wait for me to break it."

After saying that, when he was about to make a move, a middle-aged man in a black robe appeared on the top of Tongguan City. His broad shoulders were like a mountain, giving people an incomparable sense of security.

"Deputy Leader Xuangui!"

The South Pole Immortal secretly groaned. Unexpectedly, the old guy Xuangui also came!

The Black Turtle has lived for countless years, and God knows how strong he is.

Even if I, Randeng and Bai Lian of the Western Church attacked together, I am afraid they would not be the opponent of this guy.

But fortunately, I still have the treasure given by the saint in my hand.

The black turtle stared at the Nanji Xianweng in a muffled voice, "Your opponent is me."

"Everyone, come together."

The Nanji Xianweng shouted, holding a peach wood stick and going straight to meet him.

The white lotus boy was divided into two, and attacked from the left and right sides. The power of the quasi-saint was mighty, and he went all out when he attacked, carrying supreme killing intent.

Both of them were quasi-saints. The laws were mighty when they attacked, and the aura locked this time and space, and the breath of supreme destruction spread in the air.

If it were an ordinary quasi-saint, under the siege of the two, it would soon reveal its flaws and be at a disadvantage.

But what they faced was the black turtle, an existence that could be the king among quasi-saints.

The defense was unparalleled, and every move could make the two flustered.

In a secret place in Tongguan, Kong Xuan was puzzled.

For the likes of Nan Ji and Bai Lian, do I need to take action myself?

The Black Turtle alone can firmly gain the upper hand and send them to the list. It is just a matter of time.

Suddenly, Kong Xuan raised his eyebrows and thought of something, "Could it be that he wants me to be on guard against the saints."

Saints, who are high above, generally do not take action easily.

But this is an exception for the saints of the Chan Sect and the West. The probability of taking action is extremely high.