Shura God Emperor

Pei Yuan's heart was once again set off by the turbulent ocean.

The breath of this formation has a familiar taste!

Can't be wrong, that is a sect's customary formation to portray aura!

He has practiced in the sect, and he knows that the sect has its own unique formation method, and that method is not found in the world.

This has also led to the fact that it is difficult for a secular person to reach the height of a sect master.

But this person displayed this strange wave of deja vu.

"No! This formation..."

Seeing this kind of flying sword approaching constantly, Pei Yuan's heart became more restless. This is not an ordinary sect formation, it is more advanced than the depiction of the sect formation!

That kind of breath, even he has not felt it!

"No! Absolutely impossible! This person cannot be from the sect!"

Pei Yuan suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

The sect master's formation is very terrifying, but at the same time, the people of the sect are also proud. He is in the sect and has no enemies at all. How could someone deliberately target him to come here to ask him for advice?

And Zongmen will not go to such a remote desert.

With a move in his heart, a strange color flashed in his eyes.

"This person's formation is so peculiar, either he has an adventure and accidentally obtained the mobile formation of the master of the formation, or it is..."

Thinking of this, his eyes started to heat up.

There is also a possibility that this person's soul cultivation method is more advanced than his own and the sect's!

Only this kind of explanation can explain the pain, this kind of formation makes him feel a familiar and unfamiliar taste.

However, Pei Yuan's face immediately turned into a sneer and an inexplicable meaning.

"It's a pity, although your formation is powerful, your soul realm is not as good as mine!"

Pei Yuan's hands were rapidly forming a seal, and then, he pressed one hand on the floor of the roof.

"Guang Ling swallowed!"

"Buzzing!"

Pei Yuan's amazing soul power surged out, and immediately in front of the erection of the slave market, there was a large space shaking ripples.

Then a light yellow light diffused out, forming a huge circular enchantment as large as tens of meters.

As soon as Xiao Yu's Wu Lingfei Killing Sword hits this circular enchantment, it is like a long sword slowly sinking into the lake water, rippling a little wave, and then the mud cow enters the sea and disappears.

All the dozens of meters Wu Lingfei killing sword touched the ripples of space in this way, and then disappeared.

"Hahaha!"

Pei Yuan laughed wildly, and he disdainfully said: "Friend, it seems that your soul cultivation is not good! Do you think you can provoke me if you have an adventure? I tell you, since you are scratching the tiger's head today, Don't even think about leaving!"

When I kill you, your soul cultivation method is mine! At that time, my soul realm will definitely advance by leaps and bounds!

At the thought of this, Pei Yuan's heart became hot.

When this man first entered the slave market, he almost concealed it, and now with the launch of this sword formation, he knew that this man definitely had an unusual adventure.

Otherwise, ordinary worldly people would definitely not have this powerful method of soul cultivation.

Although he didn't admit it in his heart, in comparison, his cultivation method was much higher than the opponent's.

If he relied on his own soul to cultivate deeply in times of trouble, he would not have such a strong confidence to crush the opponent's sword formation.

And now, the opponent's sword formation is absorbed by his own formation defense, which is enough to prove that the opponent is not his opponent.

However, Pei Yuan saw that Xiao Yu was a little angry in the face of this kind of sword formation being swallowed, and he didn't even show a fluctuating expression.

"Pei Yuan, are you too happy too early?"

"What do you mean by this?"

Immediately afterwards, Pei Yuan's smile suddenly stopped.