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The power of a single player is very weak, even if Cheng Peng, who is known as the world's first character, is equally vulnerable to Emperor Zixin.

However, if the power of tens of millions of players can be brought together, it is very powerful enough to change the world and change the whole world!

In the Yellow Scarf Army, there is such a set of formations that unites the blood and fighting spirit of tens of thousands of Yellow Scarf Warriors into a vast and mighty force.

Such as the War Soul Supporting Technique that Cheng Peng once obtained, is the superficial application of this formation.

This array of methods was originally studied by Zhang Jiao from Taiping Yaoshu, but it was limited to Zhang Jiao ’s own mental structure, and it has never been completed; from the age of the Three Kingdoms to the present, it has been a long time since the warriors of the Yellow Scarves Under the leadership of Wei Ye, it was finally completed.

This is "Huang Tian Da Zhen"

The name is very rustic and the effect is simple.

Rustic means easy to understand; simple means clear.

Huang Tian's big formation has only one effect, which is to gather the fighting spirit of the tens of thousands of yellow towel army players who form the formation, blessing on the main sacrifice Wei Ye, temporarily raising his state, and providing him with endless mana.

Of course, this power cannot be used directly against Emperor Zixin. It should be noted that at this moment, Emperor Zixin is not the king who has already reached the end of his journey, or the emperor of the magnificent merchants. , Not to mention Wei Ye, even those who are in the upper realm can't pay him directly.

Therefore, these special arrangements are needed.

Wei Ye stood on the main altar, looked around, nodded, picked up the golden bell on the stage, and shook it three times.

Amidst the sky and the yellow clouds, a golden light fell and was falling above his head.

With this golden light, Wei Ye's momentum suddenly rose, and the various treasures and spirits around him expanded rapidly, and in an instant turned into an auspicious cloud high enough for half an acre, supporting him and the altar, rising up, Floating in the air.

"Huang Tian is up, the believer Wei Ye is praying here."

"Yu and other believers, found their country in troubled times, open their borders in Mao Mao, slay blue roads, and be thorny in thorns. In the bitter cold, the state of prosperity and peace, the north of the ice sheet, the east of the sea, to inspire the wisdom of the people, promote education, and countless years. Suffering from hardships and successes, and being declining and always rejoicing in the heart, I think that the way of peace can be seen as a day and a glory. "

"Now there is a demon as a disaster, rebellion against the world; and there are people of the black bird to help them harm, and the flames are arrogant. Yu waits for blood to be irrelevant, and can not be enemies. Although, for the sake of the Tao, death without hatred , After all, I ca n’t bear to see the country of peace, dying of the demon!

"Therefore, the altar stands here, gathers all souls, gathers the blood of all spirits, and prays to Huang Tian for mercy, and invites the ghost and **** sect cloth to come down and expel the demon!"

After finishing this paragraph, he slammed the silver-white magic sword, and countless golden lights hung down before the three hundred and sixty players with special bloodlines on the first floor of the altar, turning into a small golden sword.

Including Cheng Peng, three hundred and sixty players did not hesitate to pick up the gold knife and stabbed into their chests.

The red light burst, and blood spewed. Three hundred and sixty people fell down without humming, turning into white light one by one, leaving only a cavity of blood left in place.

The blood did not fall into the dust, but all rose to the sky, forming a fascinating red cloud in front of Wei Ye.

Among the red clouds, a tall, burly, grisly ghost appeared.

The ghost and **** held a big stick in his left hand and a tiger in his right hand. His body was murderous, and there was a burst of breath in his eyes. It was really evil and terrifying.

This is the powerful ghost **** in the legend of the famous ghost **** "Zongbu God" which specializes in eliminating evil spirits.

The summoning is now complete, but Wei Ye's spell is not over yet.

With a wave of his magic sword, the yellow clouds that were about to disperse in the sky suddenly coalesced again.

At the same time, all the spirits behind him flew up and left his left and right. He quickly spun around the Zongbu God who was standing in the air, looking left and right, looking for evil spirits.

"Time flies, the years are like a shuttle, the deceased is like this, and nothing is left. Today is a life of safety. With thousands of wishes, please trace the roots and go upstream, so that the deceased can reappear in the world, so that the ghosts and gods can return See the heroic pose! "

"The soul is back!"

As soon as this word came out, the Baoguang and Xiangyun around him shivered sharply, and the huge yellow cloud in the sky shrank sharply at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

But at the same time, the gruesome ghost gradually changed its appearance.

The animal skin robe turned into a neat leather armor; the big stick in his hand turned into a scarlet giant bow; the evil tiger he held turned into a healthy horse.

The fierce and fierce expression on his face quickly converged, and his shaggy hair became neat and smooth again, forming a pony tail behind the head for easy movement.

It's just that even though those Lingwens are madly absorbing Wei Ye's mana and desperately providing power to this person, he can only show him a vaguely virtual image, which is always a bit vague, and the expression on his face is very confused.

But even if it were only that, Wei Ye was constantly flowing from the yellow cloud above his head into the body and into the spirit script, so he hurt his organs, and blood leaked from his mouth and nose.

"Sure enough ... Can it only be up to this level?" He smiled bitterly and connected to Chen Wumian's private chat, "Wuhanji, I still have to trouble you in the end."

On the other side of the battlefield, Chen Wumian was too busy at the moment to protest the weird title of "Wumian Ji".

He and Xiao Moran are cooperating in division of labor, quickly drawing a huge magic circle around the ground, and placing various pre-prepared materials on each key node of the magic circle. This job needs to be absolutely correct, and no mistakes can be made. .

In the front, hundreds of players practicing Dharma are forming formations, continuously transmitting mana to Long Biao.

Not long ago, Long Biao, who was awarded the nickname of “Long Shao” because he had revealed his former rich man ’s identity, now put on a silver armor. His hands were pinched into a handprint shaped like a circle. Sweaty head.

Beside him, a huge golden wheel phantom is slowly rotating. No matter how much light and heat the red sun cast by the emperor in the sky casts, it will be resolved by the golden wheel and protect him firmly. Behind the ground, Chen Wumian and Xiao Moran, who concentrated on drawing the circle.

Fortunately, they were already familiar with this magic circle, and it didn't take long to draw it. The two carefully checked each one again, and both smiled with satisfaction.

"Yes!" Xiao Mo nodded, looking at Chen Wumian, and there was more temperature in his sneer. "That ... no sleep, that's it."

"Well, say goodbye." Chen Wumian laughed heartily, "Don't be so addicted in the future, come to my house to have fun."

"Cut ... You haven't even had time to play the game. Did I add trouble to you in the past?"

"You can come and help."

"I'm not lo*ic*n!"

"Convex!"

At this moment, Chen Wumian's face was correct, but he received Wei Ye's private chat notice.

"it's time!"

Xiao Moran sighed deeply and withdrew from the magic circle.

Chen Wumian stood in the center of the magic circle and closed his eyes.

"Based on me, the gods and ghosts are called!"

"Come on! Hero Hou Yi!"

At the same time as he shouted loudly, Wei Ye's phantom eyes in the air surrounded by Lingwen suddenly flashed, and his muddled expression was replaced by sturdy and brave anger.

This man did not look at the Wei Ye who called him, nor did he look at the red cloud formed by the spiritual blood of 360 special lineage players, nor did he look at the rapidly shrinking yellow cloud in the sky, but to the one on the battlefield. side.

Where the red sun rose slowly.

There was a disdainful sneer at the corner of Vague's mouth.

The next moment, he crossed a distance of hundreds of miles, appeared on the side of the battlefield, appeared above the magic circle, and fell into Chen Wumian who raised his hands above his head and prayed intently.

With a gurgling noise, Chen Wumian's body suddenly grew larger and turned into a brave young man with a height of more than two meters and extraordinary heroism.

The young man's attire is also ordinary, but the red bow on his right hand and the white feather arrows in the waist pot of the waist radiate awe-inspiring murder that can't be looked directly at.

And this young man has no killer, but he just stood here casually, exuding a confidence that is so strong that people ca n’t wait to worship, as if nothing in this world can hardly get him, as if only with Behind him, no matter what difficulties and obstacles can be overcome, no matter what kind of monsters and monsters can be eliminated!

Of course, he is qualified to be confident because he is Hou Yi.

Hou Yi, who shot down the nine suns, killed Hun Yi, Chiseled Tooth, Nine Infants, Gale, Feng Ji, Snake Repair, etc. Hou Yi, an ancient monster, can become a Zongbu God even after death, destroy everything Hou Yi of the evil spirit!

"You give it away, don't be hurt by me." Hou Yi said lightly.

Long Biao, they have been exhausted, and they are completely relying on their respective secret methods to stimulate their potential to die. At the moment, when they hear Hou Yi ’s voice, they immediately understand that they are done. ?

In an instant, the white light was like rain.

Hou Yi saw that everyone was killed in battle, but he was not particularly moved, but looked up at the red sun transformed by the imperial princes in the sky.

"Very good, just right."

As he said, he opened his bow and took an arrow.

In the round of the red sun in the sky, there was a scream of horror, and then he rushed towards this side, but Emperor Xin finally saw the scene after the huge golden wheel, how could he not know Yi! He was so scared that he didn't possess it.

Fortunately, he still had a touch of reason, knowing that he would be lucky to escape, but he might still have a ray of vitality, so he screamed, agitated all the light and heat, and rushed towards Houyi.

His roar is so sad and crazy, as if to tear Hou Yi directly, if a slightly timid person, he will be scared to death if he hears this sound?

In this soul-stirring roar came a string.

Then ... there is no more.

The red sun fell and turned into Emperor Xin, who kept vomiting blood while holding his chest and couldn't even speak a word.

His courtiers hurried in, but they could only catch the little light of his figure gradually disappearing.

Hou Yi maintained the posture of archery, and his body gradually dispersed. Starting from his feet, he turned into countless stars and gradually dispersed.

When the stars scattered to the end, the last smiles seen by the surviving players on the battlefield no longer belonged to the legendary hero who shot the sun, but to the somewhat shy young magician.

Beyond the far distance, countless thunderlights crashed down. The largest one was blasting in the center of the altar. The huge altar seemed to be inferior to the inferior building. It burst from top to bottom, showing many terrible cracks.

Wei Ye and the others above the altar were naturally extinguished with smoke, and the people under the yellow scarf under the altar fell down one by one as if they were seriously ill, and even had no strength to climb up.

Looking farther away, many of the thunders are wreaking havoc among the crowd. The players of the crusade are laughing for the yellow towel army while carrying the punishment brought by the reversal of time.

In Luoyang City, Cheng Peng, who was in a weak state, picked up his wine glass and held it high.

"Cheers to victory!"

Many wine glasses were raised together.

"Cheers!"

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