A single write-off?

Everyone looked at Du Feng's expression, "I want to silence you all". Listening to the sentence "Write a stroke", they were immediately disgusted as if they had eaten a fly.

Panfeng Sect lost so many disciples today, and that was their own fault. The grudges between the two major sects have long been unreconciled. Today is a life-and-death situation. Who would naively think that Du Feng would let them go? It is impossible to write off.

Wang Liang walked to the edge of the Four-Phase Divine Array and looked at Poison Peak, "Don't dream. When the Valley Lord returns, it is the day when your Panfeng Sect is destroyed. If you have the ability, come in and kill us. If you don't have the ability, hurry up and get out with your tails clamped!"

Wang Liang was not afraid, and even did not lose a point in his momentum. Mu Yang couldn't help but want to applaud him.

However, Du Feng was not angry because of these words, but just shook his head, "Since you are looking for death, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. All the disciples obey the orders, concentrate their strength to attack the Four-Phase Divine Array!"

Now the entire martial arts are surrounded by disciples of Panfeng Sect. From the magic circle, there are heads inside and outside, and even many people stand on the wall.

They were so dirty that they were covered in dust by the trap designed by Mu Yang, and their hearts were already full of anger. They wanted to vent their anger with these disciples in Luoyue Valley. Now that the opportunity has come, they are all like crazy, bombarding various martial arts and techniques.

But this earth-level formation is not so easy to be captured. The four-color airflow in the four-phase divine formation rotates rapidly around the martial arts field, forming an energy storm, and some disciples of the Panfeng Sect in the spiritual vein realm were blown away directly.

The robe of the Poison Peak was roaring, and a crescent moon sickle filled with black and red murderous aura appeared in his hand. The sickle was covered with poisonous snake-like patterns. They were wandering on the blade, and even the surrounding air seemed to be burned by it.

When the Poison Peak held up the sickle and slashed hard on the formation, the storm was instantly lifted, and most of the power was concentrated at the tip of the knife and collided with it. Many people's hearts were raised to their throats at this moment.

The huge amount of spiritual energy in the heaven and earth above the martial arts are constantly gathering towards the four-phase divine formation, and the four-color airflow gradually grows.

Bang!

After a shock, the Poison Peak took three steps in a row, and a ripples appeared on the formation.

Mu Yang's heart just now relaxed a little, "I'm so scared that I'm so scared. He's doing such a big battle, I thought we're done."

Wang Liang looked back at Mu Yang and whispered to him: "It is almost impossible for him to succeed until the spiritual energy in the space is drained."

"Don't you have to worry? There is so much spiritual energy in this world, how could it be drained?" According to the air flow science that Mu Yang learned, there will be a constant stream of spiritual energy flowing over to replenish it, which is almost inexhaustible.

Shen Gaolin looked at Mu Yang incredibly, "Why do you think so? Of course, spiritual energy will be drained. The amount of spiritual energy in a place is limited, and it is usually in a state of balance. Using it on a large scale like us will break this balance. The speed of replenishing new spiritual power cannot keep up with the speed of consumption. Isn't this the basic common sense of spiritual warriors? You don't even know?"

Everyone looked at Mu Yang like a fool, full of sympathy and care.

Mu Yang swallowed his saliva and complained about this unreasonable setting, "Ha...haha...haha...haha, I'm ugly, how many days can the spiritual energy here last?"

Wang Liang sighed and said, "It would be good if you can hold on for a day."

"......one day?"

Mu Yang hugged his head with both hands, looking desperate, and sat on the ground.

There is only one day. If A Yue doesn’t come back, there will be no chance for the designation. If the task is not completed, the selection will not be passed.

Moreover, how can a game suddenly send an NPC that turns the world around in order to ensure that the player does not lose? Just think about it and you will know that this is simply impossible?

Mu Yang was dejected, and Wang Liang had no choice,

Brother Dog also began to frown, "Mu Yang, we seem to have miscalculated it? But according to the settings, we have been taking the best route all the time. We shouldn't have capsized here, right? Unless the game has no solution at all."

Mu Yang supported his chin with his right hand and stared at the moss on the stone slab with a dull look. "No, although the selection of Luoyue Valley is strict, it is impossible to set a dead end. I must have ignored something."

While there is still one day, Mu Yang plans to rethink his thoughts.

No matter how hard Panfeng Gate was fighting outside, he didn't care. He moved to a small corner alone, closed his eyes and thought hard. He began to think back from the first day he came to the illusion, and did not miss any details.

The other disciples of Luoyue Valley saw Mu Yang sitting aside and shook their heads helplessly, thinking that he had been hit and could not recover. Thinking about the fact that a person who was usually the most optimistic person was forced to do this now, they felt a little sorry for Mu Yang.

Tiantian wanted to come forward to comfort Mu Yang, but was also stopped by Wang Liang: "Let him be quiet alone."

Tiantian bit her lip, nodded, and stepped aside.

At this time, after absorbing a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, the magic array produced some changes. The four-color airflow was divided into each other and corresponded to the stone pillars according to the directions of southeast, west and north.

When these airflows merged into the stone pillar, the relief of the divine beast on the stone pillar actually started to move!

They slowly escaped from the stone pillars, emitting light all over their bodies, and were lifelike, wandering on the Four-Phase Divine Formation!

Although it is transformed by relief and magic circles, it is like a real divine beast descending to earth at this moment!

"roar!"

The four beasts roared at the same time, and the sound waves echoed in the martial arts field. Then the four divine beasts flew out of the formation and took the initiative to attack!

Among them, Qinglong took the lead and sprayed a green dragon breath at the Poison Peak. The devastating power it carried shocked the Poison Peak. He had to take a step back and swing his sickle to resist it. With just one collision, the sickle buzzed, and Poison Peak's hands were numb.

The Vermilion Bird flew up to the wall, and opened his mouth and burst into flames, forcing most of the enemy troops to retreat. Such flames were definitely extraordinary fire. They were transformed by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. The temperature was extremely high, and once they were attached, they were difficult to remove.

Xuanwu is a divine beast similar to a turtle. Its head and shell are pitch black and its limbs are dark brown. This guy is extremely hard and resistant to beatings. Of course, he can rank among the four major divine beasts and his combat power is naturally not bad. It retracts its limbs and head into the turtle shell and rotates at high speed, sweeping across like a meat grinder. Some enemy troops who had no time to retreat were hit and killed by the turtle shell.
Chapter completed!