Longevity Tianque

"whispering sound!"

A mysterious voice came from the phantom in the late stage of Nascent Soul, and the originally chaotic team lined up in an instant.

A scorching and chilling aura emanated from this team.

"Even the space has become a little distorted..." Wang Changsheng said solemnly in his heart.

It was just this chilling aura that made Wang Changsheng feel depressed.

These phantoms were all first-class powerhouses before they were alive. Everyone is not a soldier on the battlefield, but a general who is on the battlefield. Now that these victorious generals are formed into a team, the power can be imagined.

If they come one by one, Wang Changsheng will definitely not be afraid of this team, but once they form a battle formation and rush to fight, Wang Changsheng also feels a bit overwhelmed.

buzzing..

The humming sound of the Lang Cang Sword was obviously also disturbed by this aura. Of course, the aura emitted by the Lang Cang Sword was not fear, but a burning evil spirit, which resisted this power.

"kill!"

A roar sounded from Wang Changsheng's mouth, and without the slightest hesitation, he charged directly at the phantom team.

This is an organized team. After coming out of the national policy, the reason why they didn't attack immediately was because they were gathering momentum.

Once the power reaches its peak, it can increase by at least [-]%.

Wang Changsheng would not give them this chance.

"whispering sound!"

A mysterious voice came out of the phantom of Yuan Ying's later stage, but Wang Changsheng couldn't understand it anyway.

Those phantoms in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul naturally understood. Seeing Wang Changsheng rushing to attack, they immediately dispersed, and a gap appeared in the battle formation. The gap faced Wang Changsheng, and Wang Changsheng was instantly surrounded.

"not good!"

Seeing this situation, Wang Changsheng's expression immediately changed.

Ever since he became a monk, Wang Changsheng has always fought alone. Even in the Shentian Realm, he led those strong members of the Corpse Refining Sect to fight through the means of monks. Wang Changsheng had never had the experience of fighting against a battle formation.

They were immediately surrounded, and several long spears directly pressed down on Wang Changsheng.

Bingjia!

Bingjia, who was pushed to the extreme, met several long spears.

bang bang...

There were bursts of roaring sounds, and Bingjia shattered in response, without even holding on to a breath.

Bang!

Wang Changsheng, who was in mid-air, was directly bombarded to the ground by the huge force of the spear, smashing a deep hole, and immediately filled with smoke and dust, covering Wang Changsheng in it.

kill!

kill kill kill!

Xu Ying did not give up the charge because of the smoke, and surrounded the smoke, attacking from different directions.

In line with the national policy, the golden light instantly dispersed the smoke and dust, revealing Wang Changsheng's figure.

"Pooh..."

Spitting out the blood in his mouth, Wang Changsheng looked at these phantoms secretly.

Wang Changsheng had expected that Bing Jia could not block the attacks of these phantoms, but Bing Jia was crushed so easily, which was beyond Wang Changsheng's expectations.

Watching the spear come down again, Wang Changsheng's figure instantly disappeared on the spot.

Great seal of mountains and rivers!

In an instant, what appeared in the deep pit was a big seal, and the big seal directly crushed away against the phantom.

boom...

The Great Seal of Mountains and Rivers, which has not been condensed through time, just blocked these imaginary moments, and did not repel these people at all.

"Through the power of the national policy, these battle spirits have combined their aura into one, which has already surpassed the power of a peak powerhouse." Wang Changsheng said solemnly in his heart.

Otherwise, with Wang Changsheng's current strength, the Great Seal of Mountains and Rivers that he cast casually would not be able to resist the phantom of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

Seeing several long spears attacking with golden light, Wang Changsheng couldn't think of a reasonable way to attack for a while.

Defense will definitely be consumed by these phantoms!

Epee!

There is no good way for now, Wang Changsheng can only use the Langcang sword to fight back and dodge!

The might of the Langcang Sword was revealed all of a sudden.

In just half a stick of incense time, at least twenty phantoms were destroyed in the hands of Lang Cang's sword. That is to say, within a short period of time, Wang Changsheng beheaded at least twenty monks in the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm.

This number is quite a lot, but compared to the number of phantoms, Wang Changsheng is also suffering a bit.

At this moment, Wang Changsheng has a lot of wounds on his body, even the wound on his chest, where the bones are deep, and even half of the ribs have been cut off.

Most of the injuries were caused by Wang Changsheng's phantom in the late stage of Nascent Soul.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and Wang Changsheng felt a little better in his heart. Looking at the battle formation that came again, Wang Changsheng's eyes were gloomy.

Bingjia was displayed again, and the golden talisman kept flickering on Wang Changsheng, condensing into a piece of armor, blocking in front of Wang Changsheng.

boom!

The first thing that fell was the phantom's attack in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. Although the Bingjia did not break away, there were many cracks on the Bingjia. When countless spear shadows fell from behind, the Bingjia broke again.

boom!

Under the huge impact, Wang Changsheng's figure was slammed into the ground again.

"I..."

Wang Changsheng originally wanted to swear a few words, but his throat sweetened, and the words of swearing turned into suffocation, and a mouthful of blood spewed out again, with a lot of minced meat mixed in.

If these phantoms came one by one, Wang Changsheng thought to himself, he would definitely be able to deal with these people, but these fighting spirits were drawn by the national policy to form a battle formation, Wang Changsheng really couldn't bear it.

"How to break the game?"

Wang Changsheng was lying in the deep pit, feeling that the next round of offensive in the battle formation was ready, and the huge power was coming to crush him. Wang Changsheng was also a little anxious.

"national policy?"

Wang Changsheng suddenly realized in his heart.

It was the national policy that allowed these war spirits to condense, and it was also because of the power of the national policy that these war spirits acted in unison, besieging and killing Wang Changsheng under the phantom of the war spirits in the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

"As long as the national policy is undermined, then this battle spirit formation will be destroyed by itself!" Wang Changsheng said in his heart.

However, in the blink of an eye, Wang Changsheng denied this idea.

"Zhenguo Dao Artifact, how can it be so easily destroyed?" Wang Changsheng shook his head and smiled wryly.

The national road implements are the foundation of these great religions and kingdoms, just like the battle formation condensed by this battle spirit, it is the embodiment of the power of the Augustus ancient country's national road implements and national policies.

Just this little power, Wang Changsheng can't stop it, not to mention the power of the Dao Artifact, which is far more than this.

"Every country with great teachings is an existence that is not easy to provoke!" Wang Changsheng said helplessly.

Compared with these great religious kingdoms, Wang Changsheng's background is simply negligible.

Each of the great religious kingdoms has passed through the precipitation of time, the ups and downs of the cultivation world, and the replacement of the strong, and they can still survive in the world, which is enough to show the strength of these great religious kingdoms.

"However, today I must fight out!" Wang Changsheng's heart was terrified!