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Chapter 125: The Magic Well Opens, The Fallen Feathers Clan, Fights the Supreme

On the altar, Lan Yu held a scepter in his hand and shined brightly!

The meaning of sacred light permeated the audience.

But gradually, the feather patriarch realized that something was wrong, because the power of the formation on the altar had no intention of increasing at all.

On the contrary, it is still weakening!

“Well, what is going on?” The head of the Yu Ren’s expression changed, and he quickly looked at the elder guarding the altar beside him.

But he was not surprised to see him smiling all over his face.

“Three Elders, what is going on!”

Patriarch Yu asked.

“Haha, what’s the matter? As you can see, this formation is about to disappear, and the devil world is coming, just today!!”

The third elder laughed, his face full of excitement.

“Get him down for me!” The patriarch of Yu Ren yelled coldly.

However, a tyrannical might erupted from the three elders, and the guards rushing up all around flew out.

Then, a pair of black wings spread out from behind the three elders.

Seeing this, everyone in the room sank.

“Fallen Feather! The three elders have become a clan of Fallen Feathers!”

“Damn, what the hell is going on.”

“All this is the calculation of the three elders, damn it.”

The Madman Chu’s insight eyes moved, checking the information of the three elders.

“The three elders are absolutely profound, the supreme cultivation base, the fallen feather tribe, the demon race that the feather human tribe transformed into after being corroded by the devilish energy…”

“No, stop Lan Yu!” The clan leader of Yu said loudly.

But it was too late.

A black energy suddenly burst out from the altar, and the powerful impact directly lifted Lan Yu off the altar.

Madman Chu’s figure flashed and caught him, “Is it okay.”

“It’s okay, but it failed.”

Lan Yu frowned slightly, “According to the elder’s words, I didn’t make any mistakes, but why doesn’t the strength of the formation increase but decrease?”

“Haha, because what I teach you is not a way to restore the power of the formation, but to reverse the formation!” The third elder laughed.

On the altar, billowing black air rose to the sky.

A large black hole appeared in the void, and a terrifying demonic energy escaped from it, making everyone present extremely palpitations.

“This is the magic well!!”

“Damn it, the formation has disappeared, and the magic well has reappeared!”

From the magic well rushed out a series of figures, these people all have black wings, showing a strong aura.

“Fallen Feather Clan!” The Feather Clan chief said with gritted teeth.

The Feather Clan has guarded the Demon Well for many years, and many of them have been corroded by the devilish energy. These clansmen betrayed the Feather Clan and ran to the Hell Demon Realm. Over time, they became the Fallen Feather Clan.

Feather human race, Fallen Feather race can be said to be immortal, and now they are extremely jealous when they meet, and the two sides are at war with each other.

“Haha, after so many years, the magic well formation has finally disappeared.” A black-haired man from the Fallen Feather clan laughed.

This person is the current patriarch of the Fallen Feather Clan, wearing a set of black armor, holding a spear, and aura of incomparable dominance.

“Lan Yu, you can restart the formation and just reverse the way the three elders taught you.” said the patriarch of Yu.

“it is good.”

Lan Yu nodded, and swept towards the altar again.

And how could the Fallen Feather tribe let her succeed easily? Several Fallen Feather tribe members rushed towards her, the devilish energy and Dao Yun exploded at the same time.

“Want to restore the formation, dream!”

But these few people were killed by several swords as soon as they approached Lan Yu!

Madman Chu made the shot.

Lan Yu came to the altar again almost without hindrance, holding the scepter of light, the rhyme of Taoism flowed, inspiring the altar formation.

Upon seeing this, the Patriarch Fallen Feather said coldly: “Snipe the female Featherman with all my strength, and you must never let her start the formation again.”

“Yes!”

A large number of Fallen Feather tribesmen slaughtered towards Lan Yu.

Upon seeing this, the patriarch of the Yu people and others would naturally not sit back and watch.

“Hmph, your opponent is us!”

“Traitor of the Feather Race, die for me!”

In the sky, black wings and white wings are intertwined, and a fight between black and white is unfolding.

A large number of Dao Yun fluctuated and spread, spiritual power collided with each other, flying feathers fell, and the terrifying aura covered most of the sky.

Madman Chu was standing on the edge of the altar, he didn’t care about the fight in the air, and he took good care of Lan Yu.

Those who dared to approach Lan Yu were mercilessly beheaded.

Neither Yuanying nor Dongxu is his enemy of a sword!

boom! !

A big black hand wrapped a dash of Dao Yun and blasted out, as if it was about to crush the void, and the supreme might locked the Madman Chu.

Facing this blow, Madman Chu’s expression was slightly solemn, holding the Kunwu holy sword, a dazzling purple sword aura instantly cut out.

Sword energy, big hands colliding, and terrifying shock swept all directions.

The terrifying power has broken the earth and made the void turbulent.

Not far away, the three elders’ expressions changed abruptly, “This son’s combat power is so terrifying, it can withstand my attack!”

Although he really hurt himself for the sake of acting, his attack was not something ordinary venerables could resist.

Unexpectedly, Madman Chu, a warlord, could have such combat power? !

“Seven ancestors, be optimistic about Lan Yu.”

Madman Chu said to Xu Kong, and then there was a glint in his eyes looking at the three elders, the rhyme of swordsmanship on his body gradually rose.

“Since I left the customs, I haven’t tried my best. I wonder if you, the supreme, can you make me use it?”

“Mad Chu, this has nothing to do with you. If you leave now, you may be able to save a life, otherwise you will undoubtedly die!”

The three elders said coldly.

“The invasion of the devil world has nothing to do with the common people, how can it have nothing to do with me? Besides, you are going to move, but my person!” Madman Chu looked indifferent, the sword of the holy sword in his hand turned, and the rhyme of Taoism gushed out coldly.

The sword of heaven, the sword song of the green lotus, the two great body anomalies are displayed.

“It’s terrible, is this really just a war king?” The Third Elder’s pupils shrank, feeling incredible.

But what shocked him even more was still behind, and saw Madman Chu launching into the domain of the King of War. The extremely terrifying power of the domain made him feel the pressure of this supreme!

Is he a king of war? !

God TM warlord has this kind of combat power!

There was a faint terror in the three elders. If the supreme was in his heyday, he might still be able to fight.

But now, his injury can only make him play less than half.

I’m afraid this battle is a bit overhanging.

“Why, are you scared?” Madman Chu looked at the hesitant appearance of the third elder and couldn’t help but sneered.

Cultivation is not only Taoism, but also Taoism!

The three elders were timid before the battle. Madman Chu had already taken advantage of this battle.

A terrifying sword light obscures the sky and the sun, and the Tao Yun contained in it is even more conquering Wushuang, as if it can wipe out everything in the world!

Swordsmanship!

Facing this terrifying kendo method, the three elders’ expressions suddenly changed, waving his hands and slamming a palm.

The violent power formed a huge palm print, and the moment the two forces collided, a huge roar erupted and smoke billowed.

The three elders were shaken back hundreds of feet.

Suddenly, he felt a feeling of palpitations, and he saw Madman Chu had come behind him at some point.

Cut it down with a sword, and his sharp sword aura made his hair stand upright!

The three elders dodge desperately, but still can’t be faster than this sword.

With a cry of Sla, a black wing was abruptly torn, blood spurted wildly, and the screams of the three elders echoed.