No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 233

"Everyone, why are you still hesitating? The artifacts and statues are already in place. Now hand over your control and let me control the center of the formation. Only in this way can the government and orders be unified, and the power of the formation can be maximized. Could it be you Do you still want to fight on your own?" The high priest was very displeased when he saw that the crowd was silent for a long time, their faces were tangled.

In order to ensure the power of the formation, each statue's position has a control token, which has always been controlled by the elders of the top ten families, and then controls the attack according to the orders of the high priest.

But such a large formation has never been touched even as a strong man of each family.

It is conceivable that once you confront the enemy, you will definitely be in a hurry and cannot fully arouse the power of the large formation, so at first glance, such a request from the high priest is reasonable, and it should be in cooperation with the surrender of the token.

But how important this token is, even more important than their respective lives, this is the treasure of the clan, and the supreme artifact that is related to the development and inheritance of the clan.

It can be said that even if the entire family dies and the shrine is destroyed, as long as you own this artifact, you will be able to obtain the method of inheritance, and you will be able to communicate with the gods you enshrine. The supreme family.

Even if it was as strong as Yi Fan, he didn't win the artifact from Tengu God and Nine-Tailed Red Fox at that time, but was secretly brought out by their Supreme Elder.

Therefore, such an important artifact was left under the control of the high priest without any guarantee. If nothing happened, it would be fine. If there was any mistake, what awaited them would be a completely dead clan and family, and they would be doomed forever.

After the high priest urged for a while, still no one turned it in, he couldn't help being furious, and at the same time secretly winked at the elder of a family.

The man got up immediately, dragging a rectangular white jade token with both hands, and said with awe-inspiring righteousness: "Comrades, if the enemy is now facing us, if we still hold on to our own selfishness and wish to live on, let the Chinese people take advantage of it. What awaits us is the destruction of the country and family, and I, the Daxiang clan, are willing to take the initiative to hand in the tokens of the artifacts in the clan, to do our duty for the world's practice community, and to do our duty well!"

"Okay, Daxiangwan really deserves to be the great clan's grand master, Dinghaishenzhen. You have such an awareness, and Amaterasu is very pleased. The glory of the great god in the future will surely descend on your Meichuan clan!" There was a subtle arc at the corner of the priest's mouth, and he praised it greatly.

"Whoa!"

Another Taichang suddenly stood up, holding the token in his hand and said resolutely: "We, the Dachang clan, have been blessed by Amaterasu for generations. Now that the practice world is in trouble, how can I, Dachang Ganjun, dare to live in an ignoble existence? Besides, this token is in the hands of the high priest. Can exert greater power, so that we will not fight on our own, and the Chinese monks will find a flaw and break it with one blow."

"Well, very good, you are willing to think about the overall situation, and the glory of God Amaterasu is also indispensable to your Dachang clan."

The high priest praised without hesitation.

Someone took the lead, and the others handed over the artifact tokens one after another, and then they were dismissed by a lot of compliments.

Looking at the ten tokens floating in front of him, the high priest could no longer restrain the joy in his heart, and laughed wantonly.

From a distance, Yi Fan and his party saw the scene of Amaterasu's brilliance.

There is no need to deliberately release the perception of the spirit, it is like the real coercion of the divine weapon, and it can be clearly felt even thousands of miles away.

It is conceivable how powerful Amaterasu Mountain, where the most powerful monks in the world are gathered in the Japanese kingdom, will be.

"Xiao Fan, I'm afraid this battle won't be easy. Let us old guys try it out first this time!"

Without waiting for Yi Fan's consent, Qing Niu took a step forward, pinched the spell with his hand, threw out an exquisite green bull, and shouted in a low voice: "Qing Niu Wentian, go!"

"Moo!"

The world suddenly recalled a loud roar of a bull.

A cyan cow with knotted muscles and a height of [-] meters appeared in the void.

The cow exerted force under its feet, like an ancient ferocious beast. The cow's head dwarfed and it charged towards the sacred mountain with great violence.

Ten thousand mid-level monks rushed out from the sacred mountain. As soon as they met, they were shattered by the force of the green bull's collision. However, they were soon submerged by endless spells and disappeared with a mournful scream in the sky.

"puff!"

Qing Niu spat out a mouthful of blood, held his chest and stepped aside. Master Tong Tian of the Shushan Sword Sect took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Okay, Qing Niu, you all should have a rest. This battle is far away now." It’s not for you to participate.”

Qingniu, He Xiangu, Hua Yutian and other eleven big guys are apparently the strongest in China's two paths of good and evil, but in fact, in this battle to destroy the nation and destroy the gods, the real trump cards and strong ones are far from what they think. competent.

After all, there are [-] median monks in front of us, that is, [-] Golden Core monks. Although this number is far less than that of the Huaxia Immortal Cultivation World, it is also the greatest strength that can be exploded under the blessing of a battle formation by gathering the power of a country.

Although Qingniu sacrificed a great treasure of the sect, but after all, it is only a half-step Nascent Soul. It is already very remarkable to be able to survive ten thousand monks of the same rank.

Taoist Tongtian is the nameless protector of the Shushan Sword Sect's young prodigy and swordsman. He has a terrifying cultivation level in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. However, facing a total of [-] Jindan monks blessed by formations, he feels terrified in his heart.

However, they hid behind Yi Fan and watched the show all the way. If they don't show up now, I'm afraid Yi Fan will die without taking a picture.

"Small country, I want you to try my Shushan swordsmanship, my heart swordsmanship. I can lift my sword to the sky and kill!"

Taoist Tongtian slowly closed his eyes, did not draw out his sword, but raised his right arm high, and pointed like a sword, bursting out a ray of milky white brilliance until it reached the sky, and soon the thick clouds above the nine heavens split into two, and a statue lay across The huge sword of heaven and earth slowly cut down.

Before the sword arrived, the huge coercion crushed hundreds of middle-level monks from the Japanese kingdom into powder. Under the blessing of the formation, the other monks shone with golden brilliance soaring to the sky, and they even resisted the downward trend of the great sword .

"Hmph, struggle to the death, die!"

The Taoist Master Tongtian's beard and hair were flying, his robes were hunting, and the terrifying aura of the Nascent Soul Stage was unabashedly erupting. The raised sword finger was slowly pressed down, and the big sword in the clouds brought down the waterfall-like clouds slowly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Among the tens of thousands of monks in the Japanese army, those with weak cultivation suffered disaster immediately, like fireworks blooming one after another, bursting into bloody flowers one after another by the terrifying sword pressure.

"The Miyamoto clan, launch a sword storm!"

The flag of the high priest high on the top of the sacred mountain was waving, and Miyamoto Musashi, the god of martial arts worshiped by the Miyamoto samurai clan, immediately threw eight 40-meter samurai swords with his three-headed and eight-armed statue.

The samurai sword hilts are connected in mid-air, forming a windmill and spinning rapidly on the spot, bringing up a tornado hurricane that connects the sky and the earth. The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the cutting void "hisses". When the momentum is huge, it is involuntary stay far away.

"Hmph, small tricks, holding the sky sword, slashing in anger!"

"puff!"

Taoist Tongtian spat out a mouthful of blood, which was completely absorbed by the invisible force in an instant. Then the sword in the nine-day cloud suddenly shook, and traces of blood-colored brilliance emerged from it. The falling force suddenly became like the sky collapsing, and the army of monks was swept away. The impact shattered it into pieces, and even the blade storm barely managed to hold on for a few breaths before being chopped into nothingness by a sword.

"Boom!"

The giant sword holding up the sky was no longer restrained, and it fell hard on the formation of the sacred mountain.

The first to bear the brunt was the army of monks. Although they were blessed by the formation, they broke away from the battle and took the initiative to attack. At this moment, they were suddenly attacked by the big sword. They had no time to escape back to the formation, and they immediately suffered heavy casualties.

Countless monks screamed loudly and used their life-saving skills one after another, but they looked so pale and powerless in front of the giant sword that could cut through the sky and the earth, and they were smashed into scum.

　These surnames were given by Du Niang and are well-documented. They are not just made up.

　　For example, Yamamoto 56, can you believe that his father was exactly 56 years old when he was born, so he was called this name.

　　
　
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