I can travel a million miles

Chapter 239 One Finger of the True Monarch

Clouds of blood spread across the bloody sky.

There are countless dense figures on the blood cloud, and the lowest level of cultivation is also the level of foundation building. There are rays of light converging on each of them, converging towards a real person of the Shura tribe who is in the golden core state, and then converging towards the center of the sky.

This is a huge battle formation, linking all the monks of the Shura clan together.

Jindan monks have almost endless true energy, which is inexhaustible, but there is an upper limit to the total amount that can be mobilized and manipulated, and mobilizing in the form of a battle formation represents the strength of those foundation-building realm monks. A good monk can also mobilize a small part of the power of the golden core, the power of heaven and earth.

Even though the amount that each foundation-building cultivator can control is far less than that of a real Jindan Daoist, the power that can be mobilized by dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people is very huge, and even surpasses that in battle. Jindan real person.

The power of true essence manipulated by the foundation-builder cultivator and gathered in one place, and then gathered to the top of the heaven and earth under the call of the battle formation, gradually condensed into a huge, blood-colored spear that stretched for thousands of feet.

"attack!"

"attack!"

"attack!"

A real person of the Shura tribe sitting in the center of the battle line suddenly shouted, and the voice echoed in the sky and the earth.

Hundreds of thousands of Asura monks were also full of fighting spirit, shouting and roaring.

boom!
At this moment, the blood-colored spear that traversed the sky and the earth tilted abruptly, aiming at the Holy Land of Mingyu below, and fell down with a bang, turning the earth upside down.

In Mingyu Holy Land, Zhang Zhengyi stood at the highest point of the mountain gate. His whole body was covered with rays of light, connected to the entire sect formation covering hundreds of miles. There was a bright purple light in his eyes, and there were faint arcs of thunder in his hair.

"Royal!"

Seeing the sky-plunging blood spear falling from the sky, he held a brilliant light in his hand, and a sound broke through the air space thousands of miles away.

At what time, the hundred-mile formation was filled with brilliance, frantically gathering, and in an instant, a golden giant shield was formed, which traversed the mountain gate and the sky and earth, and stopped under the bloody spear.

Boom! !

The blood-colored spear collided with the golden giant shield, as if the sky and the earth had collapsed, pieces of dao marks collapsed, and even the power of the heavens and the earth could not bear it, and the void was almost shaken out of cracks during the collapse of pieces.

The Baili Mountains trembled violently, but in the end the giant golden shield forcibly resisted the blood-colored long light until the blood-colored spear completely disintegrated.

"war!"

The master of the main Asura clan was expressionless, and raised his scaled right hand.

"war!"

"war!"

Hundreds of thousands of Asura monks roared, and their voices shook the heavens and the earth. Pieces of blood-colored brilliance converged upward again, and gradually condensed into a ten thousand-foot blood spear.

"kill!"

Daoist Daoist of the main line of the Shura tribe waved his hand.

The blood spear fell again, and the clouds were broken, and a huge hole appeared, which seemed to pierce the sky.

"Shou!"

Zhang Zhengyi manipulated the mountain protection formation again, and pieces of radiance converged, and he blocked the blood spear again.

This time, it seems that all the peaks and leylines of Mingyu Holy Land have been presided over by the Elder Peak Master, and the power of heaven and earth gathered from all sides is surging and huge, like a millstone, directly obliterating the blood spear.

But Zhang Zheng didn't have any joy on his face when he easily withstood the blow of the Shura clan's battle formation.

The Shura clan is a battle formation for monks, based on many Jindan real people of the Shura clan, what condenses is the power of inexhaustible Jindan, but the mountain guard formation in Mingyu Holy Land draws on the power of mountains and rivers.

Although the power of the mountains and rivers is almost inexhaustible, the part that can be used by the mountain protection formation is at most within a few thousand miles of this piece of heaven and earth. The power is wiped out and exhausted.

What should be done at this moment is to counterattack with the power of the larger mountains and rivers, break through the battle formation of the Shura clan in one fell swoop, and constantly destroy the opponent's formation.

But Zhang Zhengyi didn't dare to do this.

Because there is still a True Monarch in the Shura Clan!
Although he has never shown up so far, Zhang Zhengyi has no doubts that as long as he dares to change the Dao formation from defensive to offensive and break through the battle formation of the Shura clan, then the opponent's True Monarch will immediately attack and shatter the mountain gate with one blow. Array!
On the other side, there is a real monarch in front of the formation, but the old ancestor Mingyu Zhenjun in Mingyu Holy Land is still in retreat at this time, and there is no news about it, so all he can do is defend.

"attack!"

"Royal!"

The bloody spear fell down one after another, and was continuously crushed by the formation mill of the Mingyu Holy Land formation.

And at the same time.

In the distance of the Shura clan's battle formation, in the void that no one saw, there was a blood-colored high platform floating here.

There are three seats on the high platform, one golden and two silver.

There are figures on the three seats, and each has a mysterious aura intertwined with ups and downs. It is the existence of the three true kings of the Shura clan.

"Mobilizing the power of the mountains and rivers, but not daring to counterattack, this human monk must be bloodless."

Zhenjun Lujie on the silver seat looked at Mingyu Holy Land from a distance, with a hint of indifference in his tone.

True Monarch Mourning Nai who was sitting on the other silver seat on the opposite side smiled lightly at this time and said: "Their ancestors have not recovered from serious injuries, even if they have the power to counterattack, how dare they counterattack."

"How long will it take to fight like this? It's too slow."

Lu Jie coldly glanced at the Mingyu Holy Land in the distance, then stood up suddenly, and walked towards the edge of the bloody high platform.

Mourning Nai was playing with a piece of bone from an unknown beast, but at this moment, he smiled lightly and said nothing, only quietly watching Lu Jie's back.

Lu Jie took a few steps to the side of the high platform, looked at Mingyu Holy Land from a distance, then suddenly raised his right hand, and pointed in the direction of Mingyu Holy Land.

hum! !

It was just a light finger, but it caused a huge change in the world in an instant, the wind churned and the clouds moved, and a vast and majestic breath broke through the sky, almost more terrifying than the battle formation of a hundred thousand Shuras!
The blood cloud rolled and moved, and with the blow of the sword, it turned into a purple finger with pieces of mysterious texture intertwined, stretching for thousands of feet, crossing the void, and suddenly landed on the Dao formation of Mingyu Holy Land.

boom! ! !
The Mingyu Holy Land Dao Formation, which had just wiped out a new blood-colored spear, suddenly received the blow of the real monarch at this time, and there was a crackling sound for a while, and the entire light curtain was suddenly sunken, as if it was about to Crash immediately.

Thousands of miles of mountains, rivers and earth are shaking violently, and the power of the vast sky and earth is retreating.

Zhang Zheng's face turned red, as if he was under terrible pressure, he just stared at the sky, exerting the power he could control to the limit.

In the end, the Dao Formation made tooth-piercing clicks, gradually obliterating the purple finger, and then propped up the light curtain little by little, smoothing the depression.

It's just that there was a streak of blood dripping from the corner of Zhang Zhengyi's mouth.

At the same time, inside the peaks of Mingyu Holy Land, among the formations of the peaks of the earth veins, there is a figure who either vomits blood, or looks pale, or is crumbling.

Countless monks were horrified by this, and they all looked in the direction of the slaughter, showing a bit of horror and fear.

True Monarch of the Asura Clan!
With the power of one hundred thousand Shura battle formations, the Dao formation of Mingyu can easily resist being wiped out, but a finger from the air of a True Lord of the Shura clan almost completely smashed the Dao formation!

Even though this was a finger issued when the Dao Formation had resisted the blow of the Battle Formation, it was still terrifying to be able to crush the Dao Formation of thousands of miles to the point of collapsing.

This is the majesty of a true monarch who stands on the top of a world and looks down on all beings in the world. It is so terrifying!
"This... a few more times, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist..."

Blood was dripping from the corner of Zhang Zhengyi's mouth, his face remained calm, but his heart was extremely gloomy.

(End of this chapter)