Although the opponent's attack is powerful, already at the peak of the third-level power, it is basically impossible to break the fourth-level Ten Thousand Wood Formation.

"The opponent should just be a ghost cultivator who has possessed the essence of a jade corpse. Even this jade corpse may be incomplete. It may be a golden-armored corpse that failed to transform into a jade corpse."

Fu Zongjue was watching the battle from the side, but he saw some clues.

"If this is the case, then he should know that attacking like this will not be able to break through the formation. If he waits until Senior Brother Zhou successfully conceives a baby... no good... the thief is deliberately attacking the formation to shake the spiritual veins of Jumuling.

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Chen Mobai suddenly thought of his opponent's true intention, and his expression changed involuntarily.

When Zhou Shengqing gave birth to a baby, although he would be immersed and devoted wholeheartedly, the oscillating changes in Jumuling's spiritual veins were enough to wake him up.

This is similar to the situation when Meng Hong failed to form the elixir. The ghost cultivator deliberately wanted to make some noise.

"I have already informed Senior Brother Mo to come over to protect the law. Before that, the two of us will stop this guy."

After listening to Chen Mobai's words, Fu Zongjue also realized the seriousness of the problem.

By controlling the Ten Thousand Trees Formation, they can block their opponents from the Giant Tree Ridge, but this will affect the important matter of Zhou Shengqing's birth.

Under this situation, they had to take action.

A ray of purple lightning and a ray of golden light rushed out, and just as they were about to stop the ghost cultivator from attacking again, the four faceless men carrying the sedan suddenly turned into four rays of red light and floated towards them.

"A mere ghost!"

Chen Mobai frowned, waved his sleeves, and the Six-Yang Divine Fire Mirror flew out, and pure Yang fires burned and surrounded the four red lights.

Then the pure Yang spiritual power suddenly circulated, turning the four faceless men into flying ashes in an instant.

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The official in the sedan chair saw this scene and couldn't help but scream in surprise.

His four ghost soldiers have been trained for many years, and together they can trap even the Danjie monks. His original intention was to stop Chen Mobai first, and kill the weakest Fu Zongjue first with the power of thunder.

Who would have thought that the speed at which he crushed Fu Zongjue was not as fast as the speed at which Chen Mobai incinerated the four ghost soldiers.

After the golden needles fired by Fu Zongjue were frozen in front of the sedan chair, Ming Guan, who was sitting in the sedan chair, used the magic weapon for the first time.

That's a mourning stick!

Although the grade is not as good as the Purple Lightning Sword, under the blessing of Mingguan's majestic ghost energy, it exploded with extremely powerful power, smashing Fu Zongjue, who could not avoid it, into thousands of puppet fragments with one blow.

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"Junior brother, be careful, this guy can explode the power of the jade corpse."

Fu Zongjue felt the touch of his Jinyang puppet being smashed, and couldn't help but turn pale and shouted to Chen Mobai.

In the roaring sound.

The huge mourning stick, already filled with a ghostly aura, landed on Chen Mobai's head.

The power of this blow has already exceeded the third level.

Chen Mobai could only raise the Purple Lightning Sword and strike out with his second sword today!

During the collision of two fourth-level powers, a pale jade-like palm broke through the void and grabbed Chen Mobai's neck from behind.

Fortunately, Chen Mobai's Dongxu Spiritual Eyes were always open and he keenly captured this scene.

He had no time to turn the Purple Lightning Sword, so he could only block the Liuyang Divine Fire Mirror, which was running smoothly, in front of the underworld official's ghost hand.

"A mere third level!"

Amid the sneer, his pale jade-like palms with a dark ghostly aura grasped the mirror without a care.

Pure yang fire arises from stress.
Chapter completed!