Chapter 482: Holy Spirit Killing Formation

Mo Fan also sensed that this sea of ​​fire seemed to be a space opened up by Saint Yunluo.

She filled the space with flames, like a huge medicine cauldron.

She was refining herself!

Mo Fan was shocked!

He remembered what he saw in his previous life, when the Monkey King was imprisoned in the Eight Trigrams Furnace by the Supreme Lord Laojun for 49 days but did not die, and instead obtained the Fire Eyes and Golden Pupils.

However, although he pretended to be the Monkey King, he did not have the ability of the real Monkey King.

Moreover, he was not like the Monkey King at that time, who was knocked down by the Diamond Cutter and had no ability to resist.

"You have a domain, and so do I!"

Mo Fan shouted in a deep voice, and his aura suddenly exploded.

A purple-black thunder fell from the sky, tearing a gap in the airtight sea of ​​fire.

"What?" Saint Yunluo was shocked.

She felt that in her saint's domain, there was actually a domain force!

That thundering force was brought down by that space.

What made her even more unbelievable was that the power of that space was even more domineering and advanced than her Divine Fragrance Domain!

She couldn't believe that this was a power that could be controlled by a Martial Emperor.

"Sizzle."

"Boom! Boom!"

Countless electric currents swept through the sea of ​​fire, leaving countless scratches.

Countless thunders fell from the sky, smashing out gaps!

This Divine Fragrance Domain actually showed signs of collapse!

"What's going on?"

Everyone looked at the sea of ​​fire that enveloped the sky and the earth in disbelief.

This sea of ​​fire was originally like the sun falling to the earth, scorching, and people dared not approach.

Now it was like an egg that was thrown on the ground, cracked by thunder, and poured into it, as if it would collapse in the next moment!

The pupils of the closest Great Sage Pingtian suddenly shrank: "He actually opened the space at the eighth level?"

Great Sage Pingtian understood, no wonder Mo Fan could absorb all the thunder accumulated in the Thunder Pool for tens of millions of years.

It turned out that he opened up the space that could only be available in the Martial Saint realm when he was in the Martial Emperor realm, and evolved through thunder tempering.

Although Mo Fan's space is not as big as that of the Sage Yunluo, its hardness and power are far superior to the latter.

He has just entered the Martial Emperor.

I dare not imagine how powerful Mo Fan will become after he truly enters the Saint Realm.

Time seems to be still, and space seems to be solidified.

The crisp sound of "crackling" hits everyone's heart bit by bit.

With each sound, the cracks in the Divine Fragrance Realm expand a little bit, like a layer of fragile eggshell, which can no longer bear the urgency of the chicks to see the light of day again.

With each sound, the face of the Sage Yunluo becomes paler, and a trace of blood flows out of the corner of his mouth.

Until the end, a scream broke the scene that broke the silence.

The Sage Yunluo spurted out a large mouthful of blood, looking at the sea of ​​fire in front of him with a listless look.

"Bang——"

With a loud bang, the sea of ​​fire broke, and thunder was powerful!

Mo Fan held the iron rod with red eyes, and his scarlet cloak fluttered in the wind.

Beside him, countless thunders coiled like thick black snakes, and there were dense arcs of electricity for hundreds of meters around him.

All the people in Jilei Mountain could feel that this was not a monkey at all.

It was clearly a walking Jilei Pool!

Whether it was the Nine-tailed Demon King, the Envoy of Feng, the Crazy Bear King, or even the Great Sage of Yuetian.

They had all walked through the Jilei Pool and deeply experienced the horror of the Jilei Pool.

Mo Fan now was almost equivalent to a Jilei Pool.

Such an existence, ordinary martial saints could not contend with it!

Just like the Sage Yunluo.

Her fighting power was not to be underestimated, and the domineering of the Divine Fragrance Purple Fire was unparalleled.

But in front of the sky thunder, it was still not enough!

Mo Fan looked at the withered Sage Yunluo with cold eyes, revealing a sinister danger.

The outcome was decided!

He had to add the weight to win!

The fingers moved gently, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged. Under Mo Fan's guidance, it slowly condensed into a crystal sword ten feet long, hanging in the air.

The sword tip reached the Saint Yunluo!

Saint Yunluo felt a suffocating feeling coming at her, like an irresistible hand strangling her neck.

"Ninth-grade spiritual formation!"

Everyone exclaimed as they looked at this spiritual sword!

Even the Great Saint Yuetian felt his life threatened by the power.

Xu Xing'er covered her mouth and said in surprise: "The Holy Spirit Killing Formation!"

The Holy Spirit Killing Formation is one of the nine-grade spiritual formations that is more widely circulated in the formation master world.

It was not called this name before, but because it really killed a saint, the formation master world called it the Holy Spirit Killing Formation.

However, although the Holy Spirit Killing Formation arranged by Mo Fan has reached the ninth level, its power is still slightly weaker than the real Holy Spirit Killing Formation and cannot reach the peak.

He is best at the Four Holy Spirit Formation.

He was just worried about being recognized by Saint Yunluo and causing unnecessary trouble, so he used the Holy Spirit Killing Formation.

But even if it was not the most advanced Holy Spirit Killing Formation, it was enough to threaten the life of Saint Yunluo, a martial saint who had just entered the holy realm.

Mo Fan really wanted to kill!

"Not good! Yunluo, hide!" Medicine Saint said anxiously.

But Saint Yunluo knew that this was not an existence she could fight against?

At the moment when her divine fragrance field was broken and her state was in a sluggish state, Mo Fan seized this opportunity and locked her aura.

Using her aura, he arranged a Holy Spirit Killing Formation.

The Holy Spirit Killing Formation has been successful. Unless it is violently destroyed or the target is killed, it will never give up!

Even if Saint Yunluo flees to the ends of the earth, she cannot escape.

She glanced at Lin Yang with nostalgia.

She was not nostalgic for Lin Yang, but she was reluctant to part with her lover who had been reunited after a long separation.

She thought she was famous and graceful, but she never thought that she would fall in the hands of a demon king in the demon country today.

She regretted why she came alone.

With her status as a ninth-grade alchemist, there are many martial saints who want to act as her minions. At this moment, she can have some helpers and not face the Holy Spirit Killing Formation alone.

She really didn't expect that this demon king Qitian could really have the means to kill her!

Mo Fan waved his fingers together, and the Holy Sword turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to Saint Yunluo.

Saint Yunluo spurted out a large mouthful of blood and formed seals with both hands!

A ball of fire suddenly exploded, forming a terrifying purple to black fireball to meet it!

This was her last resistance!

As soon as the fireball and the Saint-killing Sword came into contact, the winner was decided!

The Saint-killing Sword was unstoppable, breaking the fireball easily and cutting it into two halves.

And the sword pointed directly at the throat of the Sage Yunluo.

"No!"

Lin Yang and Yan Zhi shouted hoarsely, wanting to rush to rescue regardless of everything.

But the Medicine Saint stopped them with tears in pain.

Not to mention the two juniors, even his current strength could not save the Sage Yunluo.

Facing death directly was not a pleasant feeling, and the Sage Yunluo tried his best.

She slowly closed her eyes, and scenes from thousands of years of life flashed through her mind one by one.

She was not as skilled as others, and it was her own fault.

She did not hate.

She only hated that she could not see her lover resurrected, could not help her lover to avenge, and could not see the disciples who had devoted countless efforts to grow up and be happy.