In the void, the colorful crabapple tree regained its vitality and grew colorful and prosperous flowers. In the ancient tower of Jiange, countless thousands of battle swords flew out to form a sword formation, trapping the Tianshu Needle, and trying to force it into the tower.

Jiange rotates, and space and time rotate, turning into a vortex of time and space.

The endless rules of space, time marks, and swordsmanship wrap and wrap the Tianshu needle and pull it. The pulling force is far better than the purple gold gourd.

On the back of the Xuanwu God's Corpse, a group of great saints controlled the Great Light Sword and raided the three high priests.

Guanlingfeng stood in the center and completely released his mental power. Suddenly, countless formation inscriptions appeared on Xuanwu's back. In the formation, the sky and the earth became dark and the wind was shining.

The saint master who assisted the calculating wind to activate the "Xuanwu Sky-Swallowing Formation" was horrified to discover that the formation under him was like a bottomless pit, which not only quickly drained their mental power, but even began to devour their holy souls and blood.

"Master Di Master, I can't hold on anymore, stop the formation!"

"This formation...we can't be activated...ah...help...help..."

"I understand, I understand. When they decided to seize the artifact, we were bound to die. Now, we are just turning into the essence of the formation... We are all just tools of the Goddess Twelve Squares..."

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One after another, the spiritual masters were drained by the formation.

The mental power, holy soul, and blood were all sucked away and turned into mummies.

The Clay Wind held the staff in his hand and laughed wildly, both laughing at their ignorance and pity, and laughing excitedly because they were about to seize the artifact.

Zhang Ruochen's pretending was also drained, disguised as a shriveled corpse, and fell into the formation.

He could roughly guess that the capture of the Tianshu Needle by the Blood Spirit Fairy and Grandma Haitang must be related to the rescue of the Lord of the Moon God Island. He really wanted to destroy the plan of Forging Wind and let Grandma Haitang use Jiange to take away the Tianshu Needle.

However, reason told him that the forging wind that controls the Xuanwu Sky-Swallowing Formation is the time when its combat power is the strongest.

At this moment, even if the white tiger in the burial of gold and helps him, it will be difficult to achieve anything.

Seeing that the Tianshu Needle has been swept into the time and space vortex of Jiange, it is about to be taken away.

"Wow—"

The space fluctuated a little.

The huge body of the Xuanwu Divine Corpse rushed out of the clouds, slapped the vortex of time and space with one claw, and swallowed the Tianshu needle into his mouth with one mouthful.

"Bold, dare to seize the magic weapon, and kill without mercy."

The High Priest of the Angry Heaven roared angrily, and the High Priest of Death rushed up at the same time, each of whom had the supreme holy weapon.

The body of Xuanwu's divine corpse was blessed by Xuanwu's Heaven-Swallowing Formation, and its combat power was unparalleled. A snake tail was thrown out from Xuanwu's back and knocked the two high priests and two supreme holy weapons back.

The snake tail is part of the corpse of the gods, but it was bombarded by the supreme holy weapon and broke.

A large amount of divine blood sprinkled on the ground.

The Xuanwu Swallowing Heaven Formation was activated, and the mental power of the steadi wind was consumed greatly. He was a little unsteady and dared not fight. He quickly stimulated the space formation that had been arranged long ago.

"Wow!"

A white light flashed and the space fluctuated violently.

The huge body of the Xuanwu Divine Corpse disappeared into the sky.

The Tianshu Needle was taken away by the powerful people in the Heaven Realm!

This result was beyond the expectations of all monks.

All parties who are fighting, whether they are the giants of the top ten dark forces or the strongest temple of Destiny, stop.

The God of Fulu collected the Great Light Sword, stared at the sky, lost his mind for a long time, and asked, "Have you calculated that who took the Tianshu Needle?"

All monks shook their heads.

The God of Fulu searched everywhere and asked in surprise: "Where is Gong Nanfeng?"

Everyone shook their heads again, no one noticed where the Lord Sikong went. Maybe, in the chaos, he had been hit by the aftermath of the battle and his body turned into powder.
Chapter completed!