Master of Great Calamity

There are three hundred and sixty ways in which the gods raise the immortal machine to capture the dragon!

At this time, Fang Yuan was standing on the top of the peak, surrounded by mysterious purple jade chips flying around his body, each of which was tied with a ray of his divine sense, and by using these mysterious wood purple jade chips, he deduced the law of one after another dragon trail remnant formation, and every time he got a result, the green energy around him flew out like a big hand, pulling the remnants of the formation back!

After successfully grasping the first remnant formation, his deduction became faster and smoother.

One, two... a hundred, three hundred... a thousand...

One after another, the power of the remnant formation was attracted by him, like countless great dragons were subdued by him, circling around him endlessly, attracting the sky from time to time, the dark clouds above the head gathered and then dispersed again, the sun, moon and stars were all revolving accordingly...

And in the valley below, watching him concentrating on reasoning and stirring up the remnant formation, everyone around them was also dazzled.

Ordinary monks are better, but they feel that although Fang Yuan is not operating supernatural powers at this time, he actually has a peerless aura standing proudly between the heavens and the earth, as if he has become the center of the heavens and the earth, and can control all the powers in the heavens and the earth.

As for Ban Feiyuan, it was not so simple.

At the beginning, he watched Fang Yuan deduce the remnant formation, but he just looked at it intently and held some doubts.

His eyes were a bit scrutinized, as if to see whether Fang Yuan could really use the 360 ​​counting chips, or just took them out to look good. After all, for their level of cultivation, not to mention 360 counting chips, even 36,000 counting chips can be easily lifted with mana, but only when these counting chips are really used can they be regarded as reaching this level!

But as Fang Yuan captured the big dragon one by one, his expression gradually changed.

From scrutiny, it turned into astonishment, and finally even became a little excited, a little in awe, and a little sad.

Brother Ban, are you okay?

Mo Yan of Xianjitang is Ban Feiyuan's good friend, so he couldn't help asking at this time.

Ban Feiyuan's expression was like crying and laughing, and she was silent for a long time before she said in a low voice: Since I was a child, I have always been the number one among my peers. After my cultivation has been successful, there are countless masters of the formation, all of whom have been left behind by me. Among Yilou, there are so many geniuses born in Yilou, but I am not inferior to them. The first group of masters other than Dao Grandmaster...

I also feel that I am the first person in the array other than those seniors...

While he was talking, his face suddenly became a little bitter: But now, seeing that I can go one step further, I can stand side by side with those grand masters of formations. How did I find someone whose understanding of formations seems to be higher than mine?

I have been number one all my life, but now I want to be number two?

Mo Yan of Xianjitang didn't expect Ban Feiyuan to be hit so hard. It seemed that his heart was a little unstable, so he had to persuade him: Didn't you listen to him? He was once taught by a different person and learned the way of the ancient formation. This is his chance. We can't envy him!

Ban Feiyuan's face was cloudy and uncertain, but she couldn't help shaking her head, muttering: It's different, it's different...

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The green energy around the body is agitating, and more and more remnants of the formations are gathered. These remnants of formations can survive for hundreds of thousands of years in the dragon trail. Apart from the fact that they all have some kind of mysterious connection with the Three Inch Spirit Mountain and can continuously obtain the power of the Three Inch Spirit Mountain, it also means that they all possess extremely terrifying power. Every remnant formation seems to have a tyrannical force that cannot be ignored.

If it was just one, two, or dozens, with Fang Yuan's current cultivation, he could still suppress them, but if there were too many of them, the power itself would have reached a level of destruction. Fang Yuan didn't dare to directly resist the power contained in them, let alone use them to pull the three-inch spiritual mountain to his side.

Therefore, in Fang Yuan's deduction, what he has to do at this time is not only to grasp the trajectory of these remnant formations, but also to form a formation, using their own strength to pull the three-inch spirit mountain!

And this undoubtedly increased the deduction he needed several times.

Every time a remnant formation is drawn, more deduction is required.

The three hundred and sixty counting chips around him did not touch each other, but they spun fast, like flying swords, making terrifying sounds of piercing through the air non-stop, and his left hand was pinched even more quickly, and a phantom appeared, like a lotus flower blooming non-stop.

Later, within a thousand miles around him, more and more remnants gathered.

No less than three thousand ways!

Even the counting chips around him were slightly bent, because they carried too much of his spiritual sense, and they were gradually reaching their limit. It seemed that if they had more strength, they would be broken by this tyrannical and boundless spiritual sense!

But at any rate, what Fang Yuan is using now is the high-end goods rewarded by the Immortal Alliance, so it can still hold up.

Seeing that the number of remnant formations around was almost the same, Fang Yuan also frowned, his hands continued to reason, but suddenly he stepped out of his feet, his whole body trembled, and the green energy rolled up to the sky, and a temporary formation formed from the remnants of dragon traces suddenly began to rotate.

Such a scene made all the cultivators in the valley below look pale.

In their hearts, they couldn't help but think of a sentence.

Those with supernatural powers may be earth-shattering!

But only those who are strong in the array can change the world!

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When do you think they will come?

But at this time, in the dragon trail, thirty thousand miles away, around a green mountain with abnormally abundant aura.

The Lord of Darkness commanded the four guardians, who were surrounding the mountain, sitting cross-legged in the void. Below, there were faint figures everywhere, and precious lights loomed. It was clear that countless people were hiding below, sealing off the three thousand miles around this verdant mountain into a huge trap, just like a greedy monster, opening its mouth wide, waiting for the opponent to throw itself into the net!

The pale-faced young man in sackcloth seemed impatient with the wait. He held a fan, tapped his palms lightly, and sighed non-stop. He looked a little bored, and almost sang a ditty to pass the time.

Sooner or later, they will always come!

The one who spoke was the hunchback man in the void on the other side. He laughed softly and seemed to be in a very happy mood.

And behind him, stood ten monks covered in blood mist. These monks were physically stiff, their eyes were lifeless, they looked like mummy, without a trace of vitality, but they could feel a faint evil spirit, very terrifying, even more fearless than the Supreme Nascent Soul-level overhaul, which made him excited as if he had picked up a treasure.

I'm not afraid of them coming. Hehe, the later they come, the stronger the ten god corpses will be, and the easier it is to control them. Haha, with these god corpses, even if you don't take action, I can kill those remaining ants by myself!

You made a lot of money this time, envoy of the mountain!

The white-faced young man in sackcloth smiled and said: This trip to the dragon trail has allowed you to obtain ten good embryos for refining god corpses. These are all cultivated by those great aristocratic families with countless efforts. Even if you can make them exert 30% of their strength, it will be a great help for you. It seems that your strength has greatly increased now. Do you want to take the top of these ten envoys?

Hey, do you only play 30%?

The Luoguo Mountain Envoy smiled softly, and said: You really underestimated my divine skills, at least I can let them use seven cost to get it, so it is worthy of my hard work, but it's a pity for that Little Sage Chaotic Sky, this guy is looking for his own death, his body collapses, and he can't even make a god corpse, otherwise, my power will increase greatly, but if it is to win the seat of the top ten envoys...

He stole a glance at the silent fat man with a golden body not far away, and said with a low smile, I don't have such great ambitions!

The people around all saw his ambition, and they all sneered and remained silent.

But at this moment, Wu Xinshi, who was sitting next to her, sneered, gently wiped the rouge on her lips, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, and behind her, a man said in a faint voice: We entered Longji before, and the Xianmeng gave us half a month. Come here!

The person who spoke was none other than Wang Zhou, the Taoist son of the Wang family. At this time, he returned to his previous indifferent appearance.

Just listening to him talk, I can't hear any problem at all, he looks like a normal person, but loyally guards behind Wuxinshi. Not only will he fight fiercely when encountering things, but he can even participate in discussions at ordinary times.

The envoy bearing the mountain felt a little uncomfortable when Wang Zhou spoke.

No matter how many god corpses you have, they are inanimate things after all, not as easy to use as unintentional puppets.

And watching them fight openly and secretly, the fat man with golden body didn't even raise his eyelids, and completely ignored them.

It's not good to pull one by one, it's prestige...

The white-faced man in sackcloth was unhappy: I thought I would be the one who could play the most role when I came in this time...

Just when they were thinking about each other, suddenly there seemed to be a breeze blowing around.

Everyone around didn't take it seriously, only the white-faced man in sackcloth was slightly startled and raised his head.

In the next breath, all of a sudden, the breeze turned into a strong wind, rumbling towards it from the sky, like an endless roaring beast, rushing fiercely, the green mountain that was guarded by them was directly swept up by the boundless strong wind, suddenly there was a violent noise, the whole mountain was uprooted from the waist, and it was about to be swept away by this strong wind!

not good……

All the dark messengers looked terrified and jumped up: Someone is using supernatural powers to frighten this mountain away...