Asking About Longevity: Chapter 362 disintegrate
Chapter 362 Disintegration
The remaining spiritual stones were instantly refined and turned into spiritual power to activate the formation.
When the spiritual power encounters the first counter-spiritual formation, it instantly reverses and disintegrates, taking on the dark color of nothingness and forming a terrifying power of disintegration.
Spiritual power is like fire, flowing along the large array, triggering the counter-spiritual array one after another, triggering layer upon layer of deeper and more complex disintegration.
The last of these disintegrating forces, as the formation moves, reaches every corner, reversely deconstructs each formation, and stacks up into an extremely terrifying force, instantly causing the entire formation to collapse and self-destruct!
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The monks who were evacuated to the outer mountains are retreating towards Tongxian City.
Mo Shan had a bad premonition. He looked for Mo Hua in the crowd, but couldn't find him. At this moment, he saw Zhang Lan. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed Zhang Lan's sleeves, and nervously asked:
“Where’s the ink painting?”
Zhang Lan, who was busy evacuating, was startled, and then he realized what he was doing, and couldn't help but turn his head and look towards the mountains.
At this moment, the world suddenly fell into silence.
As if all sounds were swallowed up by the boundless nothingness, the entire Daheishan Mountains were instantly silent, and contained the repression before the shocking rainstorm.
Zhang Lan and Mo Shan's faces instantly turned pale.
Liu Ruhua, who was far away in Tongxian City, suddenly felt heart palpitations. Looking at Dahei Mountain, tears burst into his face.
A dark wave of spiritual power rose into the sky, the clouds in the sky swayed, and a terrifying aura emerged.
The powerful spiritual power was reversed, turning the mountains into ashes bit by bit.
It looked extremely scary, but there was no sound at all.
It seemed as if the world and the sky were only black and white.
At this moment, all the monks in Tongxian City looked at him in shock.
Not only Tongxian City, but also all the monks in the second-level Black Mountain State Border raised their heads in panic and saw the dark scene of spiritual power disintegrating on the horizon. They couldn't help but tremble all over.
The formation collapsed, shocking the earth and terrifying the monks throughout the state.
They didn’t know what was happening, they only felt inexplicable terror.
But Zhang Lan and others in the outer mountains saw what happened with their own eyes.
They saw the surging spiritual power reverse, saw the collapse of the great formation, saw the disintegration of the formation, and also saw Feng Xi in the power of disintegration.
The power of disintegration was like a pitch-black, finely divided, extremely sharp blade, cutting into pieces one after another, over and over again, cutting Feng Xi's body into pieces, decomposing its bones, disintegrating its demonic thoughts, and dissolving its evil thoughts. Dead air.
It seems to want to completely erase its existence from heaven and earth!
This process is accompanied by great pain.
Feng Xi was struggling and roaring.
There are countless human faces on its body, wailing, lamenting, crying, and pleading.
But it seems that even these sounds have been completely eliminated and cannot be heard at all.
Everyone was inexplicably horrified, and Zhang Lan’s pupils were trembling.
What kind of power is this?
He has never heard of it, let alone seen it.
Zhang Lan was startled and suddenly remembered that this might be what Mo Hua said was the "cut off", and Mo Hua was in the midst of a self-destructive formation at this moment.
Zhang Lan felt boundless guilt and regret in her heart.
At this time, Mr. Zhuang could not hide the horror in his heart as he looked at the surging black formation disintegrating force.
"The formation collapsed...how did he do it..."
The disintegration of the formation requires an extremely large amount of calculations and consumes an incomparable amount of spiritual consciousness.
How is the ink painting calculated?
Mr. Zhuang was puzzled and surprised.
Puppet Lao was also shocked and speechless.
His realm is extremely high, he has lived a long time, and he has seen many big scenes in his life, but the shock he brought may not be as shocking as the scene before him.
This incredible first-grade formation collapsed...
After a while, the puppet master suddenly said solemnly: "Is everything going to be okay?"
Mr. Zhuang frowned, and after some calculations, he breathed a sigh of relief, "He left a way for himself to survive."
The birth gate has been reserved, and it seems that everything has been prepared in advance...
The old man was also slightly relieved, "That's good." He turned to look at the horizon and sighed, "This kid is so courageous."
“Yes.” Mr. Zhuang had a complicated expression.
Both of them looked at the terrifying and magnificent scene of the disintegration of the great formation on the horizon, and were speechless for a long time.
As they looked at each other, suddenly, both of them felt a chill in their hearts and their pupils shrank.
There are thunderclouds gathering on the horizon, and among the thunderclouds, there is a hint of red.
Puppet Lao said in disbelief: "This is..."
Mr. Zhuang’s eyes were blank and his voice trembled slightly as he said:
?!?
In the outer mountains, Yang Jiyong also discovered a strange phenomenon and said in horror: "Zhang Lan, what do you think that is?"
Zhang Lan looked up with shock, "How is that possible?!"
It’s the thunder of heavenly calamity!
The unknown dark spiritual power here is too powerful, breaking through the limitations of the laws of heaven, and attracting thunder that obliterates all things!
But this thunder, what is it trying to obliterate?
Zhang Lan suddenly realized this and quickly looked towards the mountains.
Deep in the mountains, the formation has completely disintegrated, the peaks have collapsed, the grass, trees, mountains and rocks have turned into black ash, disintegrating with the spiritual power.
Only one mountain peak stands.
The mountain peak is surrounded by pits and pits, shaped like stone pillars after their glory.
This is the birth gate of the great formation.
At the top of the mountain, stood a thin figure.
That figure is an ink painting.
Mo Hua’s face is pale, but his breath is calm.
It seems that he was not affected by the terrifying spiritual power just now.
Mo Shan, Elder Yu and everyone who had just been thinking about Mo Hua could not believe it, but they were also ecstatic. But before they could be happy, they saw a scene that frightened them even more.
Over the head of the ink painting, thunder clouds gather, and scarlet thunder, carrying the breath of death, lingers above its head.
Everyone is heartbroken.
The target of Jie Lei is Mo Hua?
The laws of heaven, do you want to obliterate ink paintings? !
Everyone looked desperate.
The laws of heaven are supreme. The monks are simply unable to compete. No matter how powerful the monk is, he will definitely die under the thunder!
Just when everyone was feeling desperate, things changed again.
The scarlet lightning thunder descended and was about to fall on Mo Hua, but he hesitated.
It seems that Jie Lei didn't expect that the person who triggered the law of heaven and was going to be wiped out by heaven was just a teenage boy.
And his cultivation level is low, only the seventh level of Qi refining.
There is no other evil aura on his body.
Jie Lei patrolled around Mo Hua, seemingly confirming, hesitating, and hesitating. Finally, he seemed to conclude that there was something wrong with the formation, and slowly left Mo Hua and returned to the thunder clouds...
As the calamity thunder dissipated, the formation completely collapsed, and the world returned to silence.
The terrifying fluctuations in the mountains disappeared.
Whether it is Feng Xi, the formation, or the thunder, they no longer exist.
In the deep mountains, there are only ink paintings.
At this moment, the monks who had experienced various horrific scenes all looked towards the mountains and the ink paintings on the mountain peaks.
The formation collapsed, destroying the sky and the earth, and the mountains turned into ashes. Only the ink paintings were safe and sound.
The mountains and rocks around him collapsed, and everything was desolate.
The invincible demon Feng Xi turned into powder at his feet, leaving only a shapeless black and gray remains.
The scarlet thunderbolt that wiped out all things condensed on his head, lingered around him, and finally dissipated around him.
The ink painting is located on the boundless black mountain. The body is small and small, but it stands tall against the sky and the earth, as if it is one with the heaven.
This incredible scene was deeply ingrained in the hearts of all the monks in Tongxian City.
At this time, the ink painting looked up at the sky, his eyes shocked.
He saw a scene that shocked him even more.
He saw the calamity thunder, the thunder clouds, and a formation pattern above the thunder clouds!
Tiandao wanted to kill him, but he didn't kill him.
The thunder came and went again. When the dissipation, tore the sky, ink paintings on the torn sky, and saw a line of lines in the nothingness!
It's just a formation pattern.
Simple and unsophisticated, majestic and obscure, it contains the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and condenses the power to obliterate all things. It is heart-stopping and fascinating at the same time.
The ink painting took a surprised look and wanted to write down this formation pattern.
But his spiritual consciousness was too weak to understand the great formation of heavenly law. He only glanced at it, and his spiritual consciousness was instantly exhausted. A burst of tearing pain came, and the sea of consciousness was about to collapse.
At the critical moment, the Taoist stele suddenly appeared, protecting the sea of consciousness of the ink painting.
The reshaping of the sea of consciousness that is about to collapse.
The consciousness of the ink painting has a moment of clarity.
This gleam of clarity brings clarity to the ink paintings.
He understood that his consciousness was limited and he could not remember this formation pattern.
But the Taoist monument can!
If you can’t remember it in your own consciousness, then write it down on the Dao tablet.
Even if you can’t remember the entire formation, you can just remember one stroke!
The thunderbolt will dissipate in an instant, and the sky will close.
Ink Hua looked up at the sky, his eyes bleeding, and he tried his best to write down a formation pattern on the Dao stele of the sea of knowledge.
Only one transaction!
But this formation pattern is extremely profound and powerful!
It is obtained from the Heavenly Dao Formation that reaches the sky and reaches the earth. It is a real immortal pattern that ranks among the immortals!
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