Chapter 3622

The palm blade moved forward, surrounded by the power of thunder and fire, and landed on the Black Flame Peak.

It was silent.

The palm blade penetrated the Black Flame Peak.

The palm blade formed by the ancient thunder and fire continued to move forward, closing in in an instant.

Buzz!

The power of black flames appeared around the Seven-star Divine Spirit, forming a defense.

The Seven-star Divine Spirit's terrified expression could be seen through the defensive light shield.

With a bang, the light shield shattered, and the palm blade fell, sweeping past the Seven-star Divine Spirit's body.

Dark red blood flowed out from the Seven-star Divine Spirit's forehead, drawing a thin red line.

The ancient aura had disappeared, and everything returned to normal.

Ink woke up from his shock. He turned his head and looked around. In his perception, it seemed that an ancient beast had suddenly appeared.

Fortunately, it was just an illusion.

At this moment, the Seven-star Divine Spirit's body was disappearing, turning into countless light spots.

In his heart, there was a ball of black energy that was growing.

The Seven-star Divine Spirit was dead.

Ink stared at Zi Chen again, his eyes filled with disbelief. He knew that Zi Chen was very strong, and he also knew that a mere Seven-star Divine Spirit could not suppress him.

But he had never imagined that Zi Chen was actually powerful to such an extent.

The Seven-star Divine Spirit, who controlled the power of black flames, was killed in an instant.

"Don't hide your skills anymore. I can't see through him anymore."

The Sixth Young Master's voice was filled with uneasiness. "In that moment, I felt the aura of death.

He has become stronger! "

Ink looked deeply at Zi Chen, and his expression became complicated again. He then waved his hand.

A total of ten Seven-star Divine Spirits appeared. They were all shrouded in black robes, and the aura around them was even more terrifying than the Seven-star Divine Spirit who had died earlier.

"Form the formation!"

As Ink's cold voice sounded, the ten of them quickly spread out and surrounded Zi Chen.

Then, the power of black flames rushed out from their heads and gathered in the sky, finally forming a black formation.

A murderous aura was emitted from the formation.

Seeing that the killing formation was formed, Ink finally heaved a sigh of relief and said in a relaxed tone, "Okay, let's go inside and take a look."

After saying that, he walked forward.

After taking a few steps, he realized that the Sixth Young Master hadn't moved. Ink turned his head and said, "Why? Are you still worried?

Do you think a six-star cultivator can break through this formation? "

The Sixth Young Master was very clear about the origin of this array. Not only did it require ten people to work together, but it also consumed their life force.

This formation was similar to a Spirit Extermination Technique and was specifically designed to deal with the Astrals. It was called the Black Flames Spirit Slaughtering Formation.

His intention was obvious. Any Astral who entered this place would be slaughtered.

Although the Sixth Young Master was well aware of the strength of this formation and was certain that Zi Chen would not be able to break out of it, he still felt uneasy for some reason.

Especially after Zi Chen used the Palm Knife earlier, it was as if he had met his natural enemy.

This feeling was absurd because he had mastered the purest form of Spirit Extermination Technique, which made him the bane of all Astrals.

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The ten of them actually formed a formation, which made Zi Chen very surprised. He originally thought that these people would choose to gang up on him.

The moment the Killing Formation was formed, a terrifying pressure filled the surroundings.

The space here seemed to become incomparably viscous, which restricted Zi Chen's movements. It was as if he was in a swamp.

This formation was obviously similar to some kind of domain.

Buzz!

Light bloomed around Zi Chen's body as he activated the power of the Ancient Thunder Flame.

Countless thunder flames filled his body, shining brightly. The previous pressure was instantly dispelled.

That uncomfortable feeling disappeared.

The ten of them began to form hand seals in unison.

Swoosh!

There was a whistling sound, and a black battle sword dropped down from the formation above.

It was as if it had traveled through space, carrying the Spirit Extermination Aura. It instantly appeared in front of Zi Chen.

This sword was even more terrifying than the Black Flame Peak from before.

Seeing the sword falling down, Zi Chen smiled slightly.

He clenched his fist and attacked.

The power of thunder flames surged on his fist.

Bang!

The black battle sword instantly exploded, turning into black light and dissipating. It could not withstand a single blow.

Looking at the smug look on Zi Chen's face through the Spirit Extermination Formation, Mo Zhi's lips curled up in disdain. "Idiot, this is just the beginning."

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

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More black battle swords appeared like a rain of swords. Each of them exuded the same aura as before as they fell from the sky.

In an instant, Zi Chen was drowned in countless sword lights. The entire Spirit Extermination Formation was completely dominated by black, and there was no more light of thunder flames.

"He died just like that?"

Seeing that there was no movement in front of him, Mo Zhi frowned slightly. "This is too weak. My intention was not to kill you.

Because you are still very useful to us. "

Boom!

There was a sudden tremor, and a powerful wave surged out from where the battle swords converged. Countless black battle swords were sent flying back, shooting in all directions. When they hit the barrier, they exploded.

Zi Chen stood there, the power of thunder flames lingering around his body. The light was still shining, and he was not injured at all.

The faces of the ten Seven-star Saint Spirits who were controlling the Killing Formation paled slightly after the countless battle swords exploded.

Every attack in the Spirit Extermination Formation was condensed from their own black flames driven by their life force.

The fact that these attacks were ineffective indicated that their life force was flowing away for no reason.

"It seems that he is more resistant than we thought. Then don't hold back."

Mo Zhi, who had originally planned to enter the depths, obviously did not plan to leave. He decided to watch the outcome of this battle first.

After all, it had been so long, and the other members of the Holy Thunder Clan had not appeared yet. This proved that only Zi Chen had come to this place.

The ten Seven-Star Divine Spirits made hand seals again. This time, their life force began to flow away rapidly.

The direct effect of this situation was that there was an additional Demon Dragon in the field.

The Demon Dragon had a pair of wings, and it was obviously a Demon Spirit Dragon. The moment it appeared, it rushed toward Zi Chen.

It swallowed him in one gulp.

Mo Zhi patted his forehead, and he could not bear to look at it. He said, "Keep him alive, but don't really kill him."

As soon as his voice fell, the Demon Spirit Dragon's abdomen began to expand as if it had swallowed a mountain.

The Demon Spirit Dragon began to struggle in pain. The faces of the ten Seven-Star Divine Spirits grew paler.

Mo Zhi's playful expression froze. Looking at the Demon Spirit Dragon's abdomen that was growing bigger and bigger, his expression began to change.

With a loud bang, the power of thunder flames poured out. The Demon Spirit Dragon let out a painful roar, and its body exploded.

The ten Divine Spirits coughed up blood at the same time. Their faces were as pale as paper.

Zi Chen's figure appeared. He was still unscathed. He looked at the ten Seven-star Saint Spirits and said, "Although exhausting all of you to death is a very good method, in order to show enough respect to you cannon fodder warriors, I have decided to fight you fair and square."

The Demon Blade appeared in his hand again.

It was unsheathed in an instant.

The blade flashed.

A gleaming blade arc disappeared into nothingness.