Fantasy: Get The Heavenly Emperor Template At The Start

Ye Wushuang has already taken his gaze back from the formation. After purchasing an intermediate-level Formation Mastery from the system, he cracked a real fairy-level live array, which was completed in less than half an hour.

Dozens of ways to survive are already in his heart.

"Wait a minute, follow this path, we can get inside!"

Ye Wushuang passed the thoughts in his heart into the Divine Sense of the two of them~.

In front of the bronze gate.

Qing Lan Shengzi, holding the golden Feng Shui compass secret treasure, stepped directly into the formation, and the corner of his mouth was still a little proud.

As long as he conquered this true celestial rank death formation, it is certain that the maiden who has been banished from the immortal will inevitably surrender to herself.

"boom!

Where everyone's eyes gather.

The great change of the true immortal turned into an endless wilderness in the eyes of everyone, vast and vast.

Many cultivators looking forward to the success of Qinglan Shengzi were excited for a while.

Before Saint Son of Lanyun stepped in, there was no such sight, but was directly annihilated.

Doesn't this mean that Saint Qinglan is better and on the right path?

The moment the Qinglan fairy sect woman cast a mocking glance at Ye Wushuang.

"boom!"

The moment Qing Lan Shengzi appeared in the wasteland, endless thunder surged down.

Lightning in the sky covered the sky and the sun in the array, and every strand had supreme power.

"this is ?

"Isn't Qing Lan Shengzi going to the wrong position, why did the formation offensive be triggered?"

"How come, Qing Lan Shengzi has already drawn out the vision in the formation, he will definitely succeed, he will definitely succeed!

The people outside the battlefield were a little regretful, watching the aura of rushing thunder and destruction, they couldn't make a fake at all.

The place where the offensive hit was the Son of Qinglan.

There are none of the shocked Hun and Po of the Qing Lan Shengzi in the True Immortal Array.

Obviously walking by yourself is a way of life, why does it trigger the formation offensive?

The breath of Death enveloped him, Qing Lan Shengzi didn't have time to think about it, a mysterious mark was formed in his trembling hand, and then a mouthful of Blood Essence was ejected.

The profound imprint and Blood Essence all poured into the golden Feng Shui compass.

"Hidden secret!"

As Qing Lan Shengzi drank low, a gray mist enveloped his body.

"Boom!"

When the thunder fell, the broken limbs that had not been imagined burst out.

The place where the thunderbolt struck was actually a hill ten feet away from Qinglan Shengzi.

The rushing thunder sea rolled in the air, and the thunder and lightning no longer fell, as if losing the target of the attack.

Qing Lan Shengzi's face was a little pale, and he wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

If his reaction is slow for an instant, I am afraid he will explain it here.

Everyone outside the formation took a breath of air, and Qing Lan Shengzi could carry their hope.

"The Son of Qinglan is really extraordinary, even the formation offensive can be deceived!"

"But why did Qing Lan Shengzi trigger the formation offensive, as long as the path is right when breaking the formation, it is basically flat."

"Maybe it's a small mistake, is this Sage Son Qinglan okay?"

Everyone talked about it, and they preferred to believe that it was the cause of formation.

Ye Wushuang looked at Qinglan Shengzi avoiding and nodded. It was indeed a good secret method.

Although the Qinglan Shengzi is relatively wasteful, the Qingpilan Immortal Sect, as a formation Sect, still has an extraordinary background.

The son of Qinglan in the formation was shocked to the point that Dao heart slowly stabilized, with incomprehension in his heart, releasing the formation Dao Yun to invade the surroundings.

With the formation of Dao Yun in the formation, the bloody face of Qing Lan Shengzi just turned pale again.

He found that he was surrounded by a dead end and there was no way out.

This has nothing to do with the level of formation attainments. Any formation cultivator who understands a little bit has a hard time finding a way out, but a dead end can be seen at a glance.

So when he took the first step in the battle, he let himself fall into a dead end.

At this time, how could the Son of Qinglan know whether this formation is a living formation or a dead formation.

"Hey, why doesn't Saint Qinglan leave?"

"What do you know, formation is a very mysterious picture. The legendary time to break the formation, dozens of epochs have not broken, this is a real immortal-level formation, even if it is a talented person, it takes a month or two. It's normal."

The cultivator in the stadium paid close attention, and Dragon Horse had already brought Ye Wushuang and Long Xianxue to the front.

When the son of Qinglan is finished, he plans to go in.

The guardian of Jin Yaoxian Dynasty, with his eyes linked together, looked at the hospitable Son of Qinglan in the formation, it is not difficult to know that this white-clothed boy was really hit by it.

This immortal formation will be blocked before it enters. One can imagine how many treasures there are.

I can't blame myself, the Son, for letting myself hold on to this place.

The man in the golden robe had a plan in his heart, waiting for the son of Qingganglan to end, he sent a letter to the son.

...For flowers...

The formation was already trapped in the death formation, Qing Lan Shengzi was in a state of confusion, and the sweat on his head kept falling. No matter how many times the formation Dao Yun invaded, he was aware of a trace of life.

The thunder sea in the air was still rolling, and the gray glow attached to the body had begun to dim.

Waiting for him like this, only Death!

Qing Lan Shengzi was trembling a little, and then a lot of resentment appeared in his eyes.

"The avenue is fifty, Tianyan is forty-nine, the one who escaped!"

"If you don't believe in a supreme realm of ants, you can see that this saint child can't get out of this big formation!"

Qing Lan Shengzi held the gold Feng Shui compass and kept trembling. When the gray light on his body dissipated, he finally resisted the fear in his heart and stepped into the hurdle.

The divine power surged, and he kept blessing the protective mask on the body.

"what!.

The barren and boundless plains dissipated in an instant, and a vision of a dark secret room appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Holy Son Qinglan moved!"

"Yes, the vision has changed again!"

"It doesn't seem to trigger an offensive, it's so quiet!"

All the cultivators looked into the formation, and indeed the whole formation was silent.

"Look, I just said it was a formation problem before, so Qing Lan Shengzi will be attacked by formation!"

"The Son of Qinglan is really a wizard of formation. If I enter it, I am afraid that forbearance will be like the Son of Lanyun, directly annihilated by this horrible formation."

The son of Qinglan in the formation looked around, ecstatic in his heart, and he was right!

As soon as his Divine Sense dispersed, dense red eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness.

Endless, a chill of the forest rushed directly from the soles of the feet to the sky spirit cover.

"It's over!" Ye Wushuang said lightly.

This time, none of the cultivators outside the town retorted. Every cultivator looked at the dense red eyes dumbfounded.

Suddenly a black shadow as big as a fist turned into a stream of light from the darkness and flew out!

"Emperor Ant!"

I don't know who exclaimed, and many cultivators outside the array even fled directly.

"It's over, it's over, so many emperor biting ants don't even mention the great emperor realm powerhouse, even if the true immortal comes, they will fall in it!"

"Sacred Child Qinglan has been formed well, why did he encounter two formation offensives after only two steps!" and.

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