Traveling through the heavens as a myth

Ning Yang's powers of spirit and soul were fully used, and he kept staring at their movements, so as soon as he flashed, he easily avoided.

Then, it was shot out.

"Jiuding, shock!"

The same magical power, but the power this time is different from the last time.

To say why...

Because there was only one bronze tripod before, now there are nine!

Nine three-legged and two-eared bronze tripods whizzed out and were in charge of a section of the basalt army.

Li Po and the other giants also made their own unique moves, attacking the Xuanwu phantom in front of them.

Xinwei is holding Xinming, looking for opportunities to escape.

Facing the nine bronze cauldrons that struck, and other attacks, all the cultivators of the basalt army showed disdain.

The cultivators of the previous basalt army would be slaughtered because they only had more than a hundred people, and the basalt formation formed by them was not powerful enough.

But now they have more than a thousand people, and the Xuanwu phantom is three hundred feet tall.

It's more than enough to block the attacks of these fanatics.

The first few attacks were as they expected, only ripples on the Xuanwu phantom, without even breaking a hole.

"Hahaha!"

"You know how powerful our Xuanwu Army is!"

"Huh, overwhelming!"

The cultivators of the Xuanwu Army laughed and laughed loudly.

At this moment, the nine bronze tripods finally arrived.

Although the ripples were much larger than the previous attacks, there was no sign of breaking the Xuanwu phantom.

For some reason, all the cultivators of the Xuanwu Army breathed a sigh of relief.

But I don't want to, the next moment, things will happen suddenly.

The ripples in the space of the nine bronze cauldrons quietly penetrated the phantom shadow of the basalt, spreading inside.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and the body of a basalt army monk exploded into mud in the sky in an instant.

After that, the muffled sound continued to sound like a relay.

Seeing that his fellow robe died in front of his eyes, the death was so weird and tragic, a panic spread among the cultivators of the Xuanwu Army.

With every muffled sound, the bodies of the remaining cultivators of the Xuanwu Army trembled, as if in the next instant, they would follow in the footsteps of those fellow robes.

When the noise stopped, more than a hundred basalt army monks died.

The Xuanwu phantom trembled violently and became much more illusory, as if it would dissipate in the next instant.

"go!"

Ning Yang let out a low drink, knowing his prestige, and hurriedly ran to the other side taking advantage of the rush of the Xuanwu army.

"Jiuding, shock!"

The nine bronze cauldrons retreated abruptly, and then slammed on the Xuanwu shadow.

The ripples spread again, but this time the results were much worse.

Because the cultivators of the Xuanwu Army had realized where the strange attack came from.

"Don't stand in front of the bronze cauldron!"

"Avoid space ripples!"

There was a roar, and it was the captains giving orders.

The monks of the Xuanwu Army who heard the instructions ran quickly to avoid the attack of the bronze cauldron.

But doing so also has a bad consequence.

Although the casualties have been reduced, the Xuanwu phantom has become more illusory and has lost the ability to stop Ning Yang and the others.

"Go!"

After Ning Yang broke the gun, he urged the others to leave as soon as possible.

Li Po and the other giant clan's elite physiques rushed towards the west gate.

Seeing that Ning Yang and the others were about to run, the cultivator of the Xuanwu Army quickly regrouped and prepared to intercept.

"Jiuding, shock!"

Ning Yang yelled and stabbed with a spear, but there was no Dan Yuan attached.

Hearing Ning Yang's violent shout, the cultivators of the Xuanwu Army were in a panic and ran hurriedly to avoid Ning Yang's next attack.

Those basalt army commanders also looked nervous and kept ordering positions to move.

Unexpectedly, Ning Yang just flicked a shot, and did not actually launch an attack.

Taking advantage of the panic of the Xuanwu army, Ning Yang turned into golden light and disappeared into the horizon in the next instant.

...

Xuanwu City, outside the West Gate, a hidden grove.

Several figures were hidden in the small woods, trying their best to condense the breath of the whole body. People who didn't know it seemed to be strangely shaped stones.

"Warchief, why haven't they come yet?" A figure finally seemed unable to bear it, and asked in a low voice.

"Quiet!" A figure holding a monster skull looked back at that person.

They are Li Tan and others who are in charge of the team.

Similar conversations have happened several times.