In Grave Split City, all kinds of strange phenomena were constantly churning in the sky. There seemed to be black clouds surging, sword lights breaking through, and eight trigrams flying into the sky …
No matter what kind of strange phenomenon it was, the power it released was extremely astonishing. Grave Split City's defensive formation was shaken quite heavily, as if it would crack open at any moment.
Black Dragon Swallows the Heavens!
Ruthless Death!
Xing Mingyang and Luo Wuqing used their full strength, not holding back at all. In the sky above, there seemed to be a black dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it swooped down. The raging flames were enough to burn the sky and boil the sea. In addition, a long sword cut through the space, cleaving through layers of obstacles and falling on the Eight Trigrams Heaven Lock Formation.
Rumble! Rumble!
The power of the Saints exploded without end, and waves of Qi swept out. Those who were dozens of miles away had no time to escape and were killed by these waves of power.
"Wuqing, the Eight Trigrams Heaven Lock Formation's defensive power is too strong. If we don't use some extreme methods, I'm afraid we won't be able to break through." Xing Mingyang looked at the formation that was still tightly locked, and a trace of impatience appeared on his face.
"What do you want to say?" Luo Wuqing asked indifferently.
"Use our innate abilities!" Xing Mingyang replied. A small black sun appeared between his brows, and the rich flames completely gathered there. Soon, the sun turned into a black flame hole, and a throbbing aura swept out.
Luo Wuqing glanced at Xing Mingyang, and an inexplicable brilliance suddenly flashed from her liver. A green sword like a crescent moon appeared, and its shocking and oppressive aura was quite terrifying.
"Black Sun, Devour!" Xing Mingyang said faintly, and pointed two fingers, directly crushing down on the Eight Trigrams Heaven Lock Formation.
This power had two strong characteristics. One was the fire power that could incinerate everything, and the other was the explosive power of devouring, which could incinerate and devour everything.
The surrounding air was swept away, and the temperature rapidly soared, as if the sun was pressing down, as if the end of the world had arrived.
Ruthless Moon Tears!
Luo Wuqing's innate ability attack was like a crescent moon sword, and there were traces of tears on the sword. These crystal tears represented that she had cut off all emotions and attachments to the mortal world, and mercilessly destroyed everything.
When these two peerless innate abilities fell, the Eight Trigrams Heaven Lock Formation finally showed signs of weakness. The formation's power showed signs of cracking, and the formation could break at any time.
"Everyone, hold on with all your strength! Don't let the formation break!" the Yang Clan's Holy Elder shouted.
"Vow to resist the array formation to the death! Don't let them harm Patriarch High River!" Yang Mingfa roared.
They poured all of their Saint Energy into the Saint Stone and continued to support the power of the array to prevent the two of them from breaking the array together.
The Eight Trigrams Heaven Lock Matrix was worthy of being called the strongest Sacred Matrix. Even with the support of the Eight Great Saints, it was able to block the attacks of the two once again.
"Again!" Xing Mingyang shouted in dissatisfaction.
Luo Wuqing was about to attack again, but she seemed to have sensed something. She glanced in a direction and saw the space there distort, and a huge shadow quietly appeared.
"Haha, I didn't expect Yang Taihe to still be alive after thousands of years. The means you two left behind are really useless." A sharp voice laughed and mocked.
"Tian Peng Daoist!" Xing Mingyang squinted at the newcomer.
It was a man and a peng. A huge golden-winged peng shrouded the sky, and its wings covered the sky. Golden light flashed in all directions, and it was extremely dazzling. A middle-aged man dressed in Daoist robes sat cross-legged on the back of the peng. He had a dignified appearance, and his eyes were like golden light. He held a wine pot in his hand and carried a golden saber on his back. He looked quite heroic.
Tian Peng Daoist was a figure who had been famous for thousands of years. Rumor had it that he had the blood of the Tian Peng flowing in his body. Not only was he born close to the Tian Peng, but he also had the Tian Peng race's innate ability to attack.
Back then, Tian Peng Daoist was one of the pursuers of Yang Taihe's lover, the Dragon Lady.
Tian Peng Daoist had also participated in the battle against Yang Taihe. He had also taken part in the restriction here. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sensed the changes here.
After thousands of years, Tian Peng Daoist's cultivation level was even higher than Xing Mingyang's. He had condensed nine star patterns, and was only one step away from the peak of the Saint Realm.
"Xing Mingyang, so many years have passed, but you're still the same. You haven't improved much." Tian Peng Daoist took a sip of wine and looked at Xing Mingyang with a trace of disdain. He then looked at Luo Wuqing and said, "Fairy Wuqing, you're becoming more and more beautiful."
"Did you rush here just to talk nonsense?" Luo Wuqing said coldly. She seemed to have this attitude towards everyone because she cultivated the Heartless Sword Dao.
"Haha, Fairy Wuqing is truly heartless. It's time to put an end to the trouble we left behind." Tian Peng Daoist laughed.
"Then let's work together to break this formation first." Xing Mingyang replied.
"Of course. The Yang Clan can't even withstand a single blow. Let's take this opportunity to make them unable to rise again." Tian Peng Daoist said heroically.
Thus, the three high level Saints attacked together and tried to break the formation again.
With the addition of Tian Peng Daoist, their destructive power was even more terrifying. The Yang Clan's Saints were shaken to the point of vomiting blood. They probably wouldn't be able to last much longer.
"Xing Mingyang, Luo Wuqing, Tian Peng Daoist, do you really want to fight to the death with our Yang Clan?" The Yang Clan's Level 5 Star Pattern Saint roared.
His name was Yang Liuyu, one of the strongest Saints of the Black Tortoise Bloodline.
This time, in order to save Yang Taihe, the Yang Clan's Great Grandmother had only summoned them temporarily. A portion of them were out and not in the clan. The other two from the Azure Bloodline were in seclusion and hadn't come out.
If the Azure Bloodline had gone all out to help, they wouldn't have been forced into such a state.
"Hehe, aren't we already fighting to the death?" Tian Peng Daoist sneered.
"If we destroy you, the Yang Clan would be swept out of the Battle Realm." Xing Mingyang said coldly.
Luo Wuqing didn't say anything, but his rising power was enough to prove everything.
The three high level Saints attacked at the same time. Three waves of destructive power poured down. What power could stop them?
At this moment, the Yang Clan's Eight Saints used all their strength to protect the formation. They only had one thought, and that was to protect the Yang Clan's Great Grandmother and save Yang Taihe even if they had to die.
In the crevice, the Yang Clan's Great Grandmother's eyes were filled with anxiety. She could clearly sense the movements outside. Her mind was in a mess. She thought to herself, "I still need an hour to completely break these restrictions. You guys must hold on!"
The Great Grandmother's heart was in a mess. Her movements were getting slower and slower. She could already sense that the people outside wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.
She really wanted to go back and kill the three of them, but she couldn't afford to be distracted. At this point, the slightest mistake would cause the restrictions here to explode. At that time, Yang Taihe would definitely die.
Rumble rumble!
Another wave of attack fell. The Eight Trigrams Lock Formation Diagram exploded. The Yang Clan's Eight Saints all vomited blood and smashed into the deep pit. Their auras were incomparably dispirited.
"We've finally broken this formation. Fortunately, it's only a defensive formation. If it was an offensive and defensive battle, it wouldn't be so easy to deal with. The Yang Clan has really declined." Tian Peng Daoist laughed.
"Quickly kill them." Xing Mingyang said with a sharp glint in his eyes.
"You guys take care of them. I'll take care of Yang Taihe." Luo Wuqing said.
Tian Peng Daoist and Xing Mingyang nodded and charged toward the Yang Clan's Eight Saints.
Yang Liuyu raised his battle spear and roared, "Do they really think we're pushovers? Let's join forces and fight them!"
"Whoever disrupts our Yang Clan's plans is our enemy!" Yang Mingfa shouted with vigor.
"Let's unite and fight against the enemy!" Yang Qingxing shouted.
The Yang Clan's Eight Saints all unleashed their strongest combat power and joined forces to fight against the three people in front of them.
The Holy War had begun. What kind of terrifying power was that? Many strange phenomena appeared one after another, and large areas of land were destroyed. It was as if the end of the world had arrived, scaring the citizens of Grave Split City.
They were afraid that the power would destroy the city's great formation, and they would have no way to escape.
Under the fluctuations of the battle power, Great-grandmother's hands trembled. She was being affected more and more.
Her emotions also became more and more violent. She could no longer hold back and was about to attack.
Black Tortoise Battle Aura!
Azure Battle Aura!
The Yang Clan's Eight Saints weren't pushovers. They went all out and unleashed the innate power of their bloodline. Each of their combat power rose sharply, especially Yang Liuyu's. He had condensed the Spirit of Black Tortoise, and his combat power had increased by thirty times. It was enough to compete with a Level 8 Star Pattern Saint.
Yang Liuyu's combat power had increased by thirty times before he could fight with a Level 8 Star Pattern Saint. It could be seen how terrifying the power gap between each level of Star Pattern Saint was.
The rest of the Yang Clan's combat power had increased by five to ten times. They displayed the imposing manner of a Battle Clan.
However, with the increase in their combat power, the others' combat power wasn't limited to that. Xing Mingyang himself had reached the Level 7 Star Pattern Saint. When he activated the Xing Clan's unique Xing Huo Qi, he could unleash the power of a Level 10 Star Pattern Saint.
Luo Wuqing cultivated the Emotionless Sword Dao. Her sword force was incomparably powerful, and she also had the power to threaten a Level 10 Saint.
Tian Peng Daoist had the Tian Peng bloodline. In addition to his combat power, his speed could be said to be peerless.
Waves of Saint power kept splashing and exploding. The area within a radius of ten miles was destroyed. The Yang Clan's Saint's defense was broken, and Luo Wuqing broke through into the crevice space.
Luo Wuqing's gaze fell on Great-grandmother. First, she revealed a trace of surprise. Then, she didn't waste any words and slashed out mercilessly. Her target was Yang Taihe.
"You dare!" Great-grandmother shouted angrily.
However, they had reached a critical moment. If she stopped, Yang Taihe would die. If she didn't stop to receive Luo Wuqing's attack, he would also die. She hated it to the core!
At the critical moment, an anxious voice sounded, "Grandmother, I'll block her. You continue to save people!"
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