Chen Ya withdrew his fist.
Countless stone powder fell from his fingers.
He had lost three of his fingers, and they were trembling slightly, showing signs of exhaustion.
His cold and stiff face was full of fatigue, and he even looked a little old.
Defeating someone like Peng Lang with a single punch was exhausting even though he had been preparing for a long time.
He turned to the people among the rocks and said expressionlessly, "Now, you've lost."
Tong Yan said after a moment of silence, "So you've been waiting for him all along."
Yes, the Immortals of the previous generations had set up this trap after seeing the black battleship on the dilapidated pirate ship in the Kuiper Belt.
They first needed to confirm the identities of the people on the battleship.
They all believed that Peng Lang was inside and that he was the one they had to be most vigilant against.
They had all read that important book and knew that Peng Lang's Cultivation state was extraordinary and that he was the most likely to ascend, but he was also the most difficult to deal with.
The first thing they needed to confirm was how to deal with Peng Lang.
After arriving on the surface of Mars and finding that Peng Lang wasn't there, the Immortals of the previous generations didn't let down their guard. Instead, they continued to carry out their plan in silence, waiting for him to appear.
Peng Lang returned from space, weakened by the Sword Formation of the Solar System.
Chen Ya suddenly made his move.
The Immortals finally got rid of the greatest threat and heaved a sigh of relief, except for En Sheng, the Immortal of Sword.
He looked at Chen Ya expressionlessly and said, "You know where he came from."
Chen Ya said expressionlessly, "He won't die. I don't have that kind of ability. But he won't be able to stand up again and try to destroy the great formation of the Grandmasters."
He then said to Tong Yan, "You're also at your limit. Do you want to die or surrender?"
Tong Yan suddenly walked to the center of the field.
The atmosphere became tense again.
Master Yun opened his mouth slightly, wanting to persuade her, but he could only sigh in the end.
Tong Yan walked up to the dilapidated robot and asked, "Are you all right?"
"What do you think?" Shen Yunmai asked in an annoyed voice.
"Looks like you're all right," Tong Yan said.
Then he looked at Chen Ya and said, "It's not over yet."
Chen Ya rubbed the space between his brows tiredly and said, "If you're still counting on that dog, we naturally have our own arrangements."
As they spoke, the eight immortals, including the Fairy Maiden and the First Master, floated into the air and left the mountain peak at an extremely fast speed, heading towards various parts of Mars.
Not long after, the eight Immortals arrived at a cliff a hundred miles away and sat down cross-legged.
Eight streams of extremely pure Immortal Qi soared into the sky from the desolate surface of Mars. However, before they could enter the dark universe, they were blocked by the invisible barrier.
From afar, the Immortal Qi that shot back looked like eight blossoming golden flowers. It was so beautiful that it was captivating.
"Could this be the legendary Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea Formation?" Que Niang murmured as she looked at the magnificent scene.
Chen Ya ignored her and didn't look at Tong Yan again.
Peng Lang had already been defeated. All he needed to do was to trap or kill the Dead Dog with the Great Formation of Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea.
The dim light shone on the top of the mountain and shone on the robot that looked like a piece of scrap metal, making Shen Yunmai's head look ghastly pale.
Tong Yan was a bit tired. She looked up at the night sky while supporting her waist with her hands; it was unclear if she was praying that the Master Dead Dog wouldn't come back at this moment.
Que Niang came to the arena while supporting Yushan and Yuan Qu with Su Ziye on his back. "Can you find a way to inform the Master Night Howler?" she asked through her spiritual awareness.
Tong Yan shook her head expressionlessly. Moreover, they had no idea where the Dead Dog was at the moment, to say nothing of the fact that Chen Ya was keeping an eye on them. What should they do next?
Shen Yunmai suddenly yelled loudly.
"Hey, stone, do you know the name of this mountain? This mountain is called Mount Olympus. In the childhood of the human civilization, they thought that Mars was the place where the gods lived, and this highest mountain was the divine mountain. According to the legends, the gods all died on this mountain in the end. Don't you think it's a bit inauspicious? "
The immortals who were setting up the formation were immortals and masters on their respective planets, no different from the gods. Would they die here?
Chen Ya didn't turn around, nor did he pay any attention to him.
Que Niang let out a bitter smile, thinking that he couldn't scare them since the defeat was already decided.
Tong Yan was the only one who understood what he meant. "How powerful is the explosion?" she asked while gazing at his earlobe.
Shen Yunmai said, "It's not a problem to blow up this mountain."
"But it's useless," Tong Yan said.
"Maybe the whole solar system can see it," said Shen Yunmai.
He meant to inform the Dead Dog at the cost of his life.
As they were talking, dusk arrived on Mars.
The dry ice clouds in the sky were sparse, forming countless ripples when they were illuminated by the dim sunlight, which looked like the ocean waves.
Eight immortals were scattered in different places around this large mountain, constructing the great formation.
The moment the formation was on the verge of being completed, a person suddenly walked over slowly from the barren ruins in the distance.
He seemed to walk slowly, but he actually walked a few miles with each step.
As the person walked over, He Nun came into contact with him first.
Seeing the figure, He Nun narrowed her eyes, as if she was facing a formidable enemy.
It was Peng Lang who walked over from the other side of the wind and sand and the dusk.
His sword was still tied by the green light rope, unable to get rid of it. It looked like a person whose arm was injured was tied by a piece of cloth.
His face was pale, and his chest was full of the marks left by the burning fairy blood. He looked like a wounded soldier who had just returned from the battlefield.
Yet, nobody thought he was weak or vulnerable. It was because he, who should have fallen to the other side of Mars and couldn't stand up again, walked over in the dusk.
A gentle wind arose on the surface of Mars, ruffling his clothes and hair. The wind fell on the green light rope, giving off a tearing sound.
The most eye-catching thing was the sword he held across his neck.
The sword was bent very much, probably because it was damaged by Chen Ya's stone pestle, and it would break apart in the next moment.
He Nun employed the most powerful magic treasure and employed the most powerful magic method without hesitation.
A large invisible net was concealed in the wind and snow, moving forward.
Peng Lang raised his sword horizontally.
The sword was like a bowstring.
He was like an arrow on the bowstring.
With a light hum, his figure suddenly disappeared from the wilderness, shooting forward.
The invisible net did not break, but was moved forward by his body. The entire world seemed to hear the sound of something tightening.
The sand in the wilderness rolled, the fine dust danced wildly, but it could not leave the range of the invisible net, forming a dust dragon in an instant.
Peng Lang was at the very front of the dust dragon.
There was a loud boom.
He Nun was sent flying, smashing into a cliff more than ten li high at an unimaginable speed. The cave was dark, and it was unknown how deep it was.
The bright sword light was hidden in the ordinary clothes and collars. The dust dragon also dissipated without a trace like smoke.
Peng Lang's figure appeared, continuing to walk forward.
A few steps.
He came to the other side of the cliff.
There was a white-haired old immortal dressed in colorful clothes.
Peng Lang knew that he was the Divine Battering Master, and said politely, "Greetings, senior."
He Nun was suddenly defeated, and the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea Formation could no longer be formed. The Divine Battering Master simply retracted his immortal energy, looked at the junior and said with a smile, "Your posture is also strange."
The green rope of light was indeed unbreakable, Peng Lang could not let it leave his neck, and could only maintain the posture of cutting his throat with his sword.
He smiled embarrassedly, and barely managed to adjust the place where his fingers were holding the sword, causing the sword to be slightly further away from his neck.
The Divine Battering Immortal suddenly retracted his smile, and said seriously, "Please."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderous sound immediately followed!
Boom! The sparse dry ice clouds in the sky suddenly became chaotic, and a bolt of lightning descended from an unknown place, disappearing in midair, leaving behind only a loud rumbling sound.
This thunderous sound did not come from the sky, but from the small drum on the wrist of the Divine Battering Master.
The small drum did not beat, but it was the sound of thunder.
The thunderous sound passed through a distance of several li, entering Peng Lang's ears, and also entering his sea of consciousness, causing his soul to tremble slightly.
A faint sword light leaked out from his sleeves and collar, and there was even an extremely blurry figure of light!
His sword ghost was almost forced out of his body by this thunderous sound!
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The thunderous sound resounded throughout the entire Mars, and naturally reached the cliff.
Yuan Qu and Yushan's cultivation was not high enough, so they spat out a mouthful of blood.
Que Niang had not recovered from her serious injury, so she hurriedly sat down cross-legged and guarded her heart with Dao. Her face was even paler, as she said, "The Divine Battering Master!"
The Divine Battering Master's Divine Battering Master's Divine Battering Master was based on the method of using the thunder soul of heaven and earth to forcefully shake the spiritual soul of the Cultivation practitioners. It was said that when cultivated to the extreme, it could even shake the Dao heart of the immortals!
He had ascended for many years, and if he exerted his Dao method with all his strength, how powerful would it be?
This was a cliff over a hundred miles away, and even they could not withstand the attack of the small drum, so how could Peng Lang withstand the concentrated attack?
Tong Yan looked at the corner at the foot of the mountain that she could not see, and listened to the thunderous sound again, her expression extremely solemn.
All of a sudden, a different sound was heard amidst the thunderous roars.
The sound was somewhat like the sound of a sword, but it was not as clear and bright. It was very gentle, and for some reason, even the thunderous sound could not cover it.
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At the foot of the cliff.
More than ten bolts of lightning descended from the sky. Without touching the ground, they disappeared in the air, leaving behind only the rumbling sound of thunder.
In the next moment, the power of the thunder was suddenly diluted by a lot, because that voice had arrived.
The sound came from Peng Lang's finger.
He lightly tapped on the sword.
The already bent sword lay across his shoulder, looking like a musical instrument.
The same posture, when doing different things, was a different existence.
When he was fighting with Fairy He, Peng Lang's posture was to raise his bow and shoot himself, but now, he was hugging his sword as a zither.
His fingertips descended once again, and instantly turned into countless shadows. Even the Divine Battering Master could not see them clearly.
The sword sounds continued to rise, gradually forming a line, like the sound of a zither.
The sound of the zither pierced through the air, diluting the tyrannical thunder by a lot.
The expression of the Divine Battering Master changed.
Peng Lang walked forward with the zither in his arms.
In an instant, he arrived in front of the cliff, holding the zither horizontally as a sword, he slashed forward.
The Divine Battering Master's wrist was tied to a small drum, and it was a piece of grass rope.
That was definitely not an ordinary grass rope.
More than ten sword lights left the sword along with the sound of the zither, making a sizzling sound.
More than ten flowers bloomed on the surface of the grass rope, revealing the material inside.
The wrinkles on the Divine Battering Master's face became even deeper, and his eyes became even colder.
Peng Lang took another step forward.
The grass rope shattered.
More than ten deep cracks that were several miles long appeared on the cliff.
There was a light pa sound.
Two intersecting cracks appeared on the surface of the small drum.
The thunder that filled the sky suddenly became silent.
"What a strong sword." The Divine Battering Master said in a hoarse voice.
Peng Lang extended his finger again and flicked the sword blade.
Boom!
As if struck by lightning, the Divine Battering Master's immortal qi scattered, and he instantly retreated more than ten miles. He sat down cross-legged with his eyes closed, and began to recuperate.
Peng Lang once again adjusted his posture, and looked towards the other side of the cliff.
That was Master Yun.
There was no longer any sound of thunder on the surface of Mars, nor was there the sound of swords and zithers. It was deathly silent, as if no one would disturb him.
More than ten gazes landed on the ordinary swordsman, filled with shock and confusion.
He had returned from the Solar System Sword Formation, and had expended a lot of energy. After being ambushed by Chen Ya, he must have been severely injured.
Even his sword was bound by the green light rope of the Grandmaster of Aoyama.
Even under such circumstances, he still managed to defeat two immortals of the previous generation, who were extremely powerful.
How strong was Peng Lang?
When he walked in the twilight, who could stop him? Could it be that he alone could change the entire situation? Could it be that the gods would really welcome their own twilight?
Master Yun really wanted to fight with Peng Lang, but for the sake of the overall situation, he knew that he should retreat.
He floated up on the cloud, and prepared to join forces with the rest of his fellow Daoists.
At this moment, a black-clothed Daoist blocked Peng Lang's path.
The black robe fluttered, and there was a chill in it, just like the expression of the Daoist.
The founder of the No-Mercy Sect.
Sword Immortal Benefactor.
Peng Lang was slightly startled, and bowed with his head lowered.
He still maintained the posture of holding the sword horizontally across his neck.
But he wasn't drawing the bow.
He wasn't playing the zither.
It was like he was wearing a shackle.
Only sinners wear shackles.
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(Posture is power ~)
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