The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

When Xing Yidaozu hurried back, what he saw was the scene of Yongye attacking without any scruples. Xing Yidaozu's eyes were bloodshot, he shouted angrily, and suddenly a pair of black and white fish rose up behind him. As he waved his sleeves lightly, the pair of fish spun rapidly as if they had life, and went towards Yongye, tearing the space apart wherever they passed.

Yongye didn't even look at Xingyi Daozu's attack, and continued to move his hand towards the Wuji Palace below.

"Protect her."

Bai Yaoyao waved her hand and threw Bai Qinghua behind Puhua Daozu. Suddenly, a shadow of a nine-tailed fox appeared behind him. The nine-tailed fox gracefully stretched out its claws in the air, leaped up, and directly met the Yin-Yang fish. Bai Yaoyao stretched out her hand and lightly drew a space crack. Xing Yidao Zu, who had just arrived nearby, was rolled up by Bai Yaoyao and fell into the crack together.

Before Gong Wuji had time to be happy about the timely appearance of Xing Yidaozu, he saw his own ancestor being pulled into the crack of the void by Bai Yaoyao.

"Ancestor!"

Gong Wuji subconsciously stretched out his hand in the direction where Xing Yidaozu disappeared, but he caught nothing but air. He didn't care about anything at this moment. A long sword appeared in his hand, and he swung the sword, slashing straight at Yongye's hand. He had to stop Yongye no matter what. Once the formation was broken, the many disciples in Wuji Palace would be like ants in the hands of these Daozu realm cultivators. It would only take a thought to kill them. As the master of Wuji Palace, he couldn't watch Wuji Palace being destroyed, even if he died!

But his sword was destined not to hit Yongye. Daozu Puhua just grabbed in the air casually, and the rich spiritual power of Wuji Palace formed a long sword condensed by spiritual energy in front of him, which easily blocked Gong Wuji's attack.

Although Gong Wuji was able to exert the strength of a mid-stage Dao Ancestor Realm with the help of the great formation, that was not the real mid-stage Dao Ancestor Realm after all. Moreover, the great formation was in danger in Yongye's hands at this time. The spiritual power that Gong Wuji could draw out was limited, which greatly reduced the power of this sword.

"Master Puhua, there are tens of thousands of disciples in Wuji Palace. Do you really want to commit such a sin of killing for your own selfish desires?"

Gong Wuji's hair was flying, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked like a madman. He looked at Puhua Daozu with hatred in his eyes.

"Are you people in Wuji Palace so good at accusing others? I clearly only wanted to find the culprit who killed my disciple, but you, as the master of Wuji Palace, ignored the lives of tens of thousands of disciples and insisted on shielding the murderer, while pushing all the blame onto others. Do you really think you can turn black into white just by talking?"

Daozu Puhua was almost amused by Gong Wuji's words. He looked at the embarrassed and crazy Gong Wuji and felt happy in his heart. If Demon Ancestor and Fox Ancestor had not been accompanying him today, it would have been impossible for him to seek justice for his disciple. He was afraid that he could only swallow his anger even though he knew who was the mastermind behind the scenes. He, a cultivator at the Daozu level, had to live such a miserable life, not to mention those cultivators whose cultivation was not as good as his. The Eight Sects were all-powerful and had killed countless geniuses and suppressed countless powerful sects over the years. It was simply impossible to count how many geniuses they had killed and how many powerful sects they had suppressed. His words just now were wrapped in spiritual power. Not only Gong Wuji, but everyone in the Wuji Palace could hear them. At this time, the Wuji Palace below had already been in chaos. Only at this moment did most of the disciples know the cause of today's disaster.

Daoist Master Puhua was casually fighting with Gong Wuji in mid-air. Not to mention that Gong Wuji was in a mess, the elders who were in charge of the formation below were even worse off. They had integrated their own spiritual power into the formation, and now not only were they being drained by Gong Wuji, but they also had to deal with the hand that was sent down by Yongye. Even though that hand had not yet fallen on the formation, the horrifying pressure made the formation tremble. Cracks spread like spider webs from the top of the formation to the bottom, and the spiritual veins buried underground were also being drained of spiritual energy by the formation. The spiritual veins were failing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Palace Master, hand him over."

"Yes, Palace Master."

"Palace Master, Wuji Palace cannot be destroyed in our hands."

Finally, one of the elders couldn't bear it anymore and shouted upwards. When one started, others followed suit. Soon Gong Wuji couldn't tell who was shouting.

He looked down, but could not feel the slightest bit of anger. The elders who presided over the formation were all pale as paper due to excessive exhaustion. Thin red blood flowed from their eyes, ears, mouths, noses, and even every pore, forming streaks on their bodies.

"Wuji, stop it."

When Gong Wuji was in great pain, a weak voice was small but clear into his ears. Through the formation full of cracks, Gong Wuji saw Murong Li who put most of his body weight on Hai Lanzhu.

Murong Li's sea of ​​consciousness was injured by Bai Yaoyao's remote shock. Fortunately, Gong Wuji arrived in time and used countless precious things to stabilize Murong Li's injuries. The man who was unconscious just now actually stood up at this time.

Gong Wuji's heart was filled with agony. He and Murong Li were young couples and had been together for a thousand years, but their love was like fine wine, becoming more mellow and long-lasting. He originally thought that they could be together for a long time, but he didn't expect such a thing to happen, and even he couldn't protect her. Watching Murong Li approaching step by step, Gong Wuji's mouth twitched, but he couldn't say a word to stop her. He loved Murong Li, but he loved Wuji Palace more.

"Stop! Demon Ancestor, the culprit you want has arrived, stop now!"

Gong Wuji did not entangle with Puhua Daozu. He used his spiritual power as a thread to quickly roll Murong Li in front of him, roared towards Yongye, and did not stop. When the cracks on the formation spread to the roots, the protective formation would be completely shattered. By then, the aftermath of the shattering of the formation alone would destroy the foundation of Wuji Palace, and the spiritual veins buried underground would also be reduced to ruins. At that time, Wuji Palace would be really finished.

"Tsk, if you stop just because I said so, wouldn't that make me lose face?"

Yong Ye was very unhappy when he heard this. He hated it most when others spoke to him in a commanding tone, so instead of stopping his hand, the demonic energy around him became even stronger, and the hand descended even faster.

An elder in the formation could not hold on and fell down, but countless disciples flew up from below and took his place. This scene made many disciples' eyes hot and their blood boil.

"Tsk tsk tsk, interesting, interesting."

Yongye watched the scene below with amusement and did not stop it, as if he saw something interesting, his peach blossom eyes were full of interest.

At the critical moment, a long sword emitting a dazzling sword light shot up into the sky from somewhere in the Wuji Palace. The sword light was as bright as daylight, and went straight towards the big hand of Yongye that fell on the formation. The long sword was like a rainbow, and it actually stopped Yongye for a moment.

"Big Brother!"