Xu Yang, Luo Xingjian, the ancestor of the Luo family, Luo Zihe and others were all shocked and looked up at the sky.

The sky in Luocheng was originally as blue as water, but now there are clouds gathering. Among these clouds, there is a vague sense of amazing power, slowly emitting.

"It's not an ordinary change..." Luo Xingjian, the ancestor of the Luo family, narrowed his eyes, and a murderous aura spreading. "It seems that someone wants to take advantage of the situation and interfere with Bai Shui's healing..."

Luo Zihe shouted loudly: "Who is the rat? Hidden your head and tail? Come out!"

In the world, a misty echo sounded: "Luo family, don't waste your time... Today, Luo Baishui will die here. If the Luo family wants to resist, they can only be the mantis arm to get a car and get a big family in vain."

"Hmph, I only dare to use the magical power to transform sounds, but not the original sound? Are you afraid of being recognized?" Xu Yang sneered, and the angry flames in his heart gradually rose.

"The little killer is here... It's great, so let's solve it together." The misty voice was unmoved and still did not reveal its original accent.

The clouds in the sky suddenly swelled up all kinds of colors and eventually turned into twelve different colors! Twelve powerful and vast auras spreading, firmly suppressing this world. This power is almost as powerful as the arrival of Xuanhuang.

"Old ancestor, there are actually twelve masters of Xuan King! Moreover, their strengths are very good. The lowest one is probably the middle stage of Xuan King, and the highest one is even the peak of Xuan King!" Luo Zihe's face looked a little ugly.

Luo Xing's sword face was as deep as water and shouted: "Zihe, go and ask for the imperial edict."

"Yes!" Luo Zihe turned around and was about to leave without any hesitation.

However, on the way Luo Zihe left, a gray light curtain rose, blocking his way.

Immediately afterwards, light curtains rose one after another around the courtyard, with a total of twelve light curtains on them. They were tightly tied and formed a neat array!

The misty voice in the sky sounded again: "Who doesn't know the decree of the saints of the Luo family? However, in front of our twelve Yuanchen formation, you have no chance to ask for decree!"

"Twelve Yuanchen Formation?" Xu Yang frowned. This is a dignified, large and strong formation, and there is no surprise to win. It is to gather the power of twelve Xuanwang-level masters to form a siege formation.

Each light curtain represents an independent Yuanchen space battlefield.

The twelve powerful Xuan Kings who set up the formation were also in the range of the large formation. They defeated them all, and the twelve Yuanchen Formation broke themselves. This is also the only way to break the formation. There is no surprise to win, which means the twelve Yuanchen Formation. It cannot be defeated by tricks, so it can only fight head-on with the opponent's twelve Xuan Kings.

Xu Yang knew in his heart that the other party must have heard of the information that he was good at formations, so he created such a fancy formation.

"Hmph, my Haiyun Luo family. It has been prosperous for thousands of years, and there are really few sluts who dare to come to the door!" Luo Xingjian had a strong evil spirit on his face. "Zihe, send a message to inform the second and third brothers and others to come and kill the enemy! None of the twelve invaded people can be let go!"

Luo Xingjian and Mo Huayuan, the ancestor of the Mo family, have the same cultivation level as the invincible Xuan King. Both have the invincible Xuan King masters and are extremely powerful in combat. He has the confidence to say such things.

In the sky, an old voice sounded: "Luo Xingjian, your temper is still so big. Let me give you a try, how about it?"

"Desert and Round?!" Luo Xingjian of course heard the master of this old voice. He took a deep breath. Instead, he calmed down and his face looked a little ugly.

A cloud in the northeast dispersed, and the towering figure of desertification was revealed.

"Desert and Celestial Yuan. Do you still dare to come to the Imperial Capital Acropolis? The two emperors and the master of Haiyun Courtyard are in the Imperial Capital, less than a thousand miles away from you at this moment." Xu Yang shouted loudly, intending to shock the Imperial Yuan.

Before Mo Huayuan could speak, the illusory echo in the sky spoke: "Little God of Killing, don't try to borrow the reputation of the Sea Emperor... The Sea Emperor's injuries have not yet fully recovered. He is in seclusion for eight hours a day to heal his wounds. Not to mention the incident that happened in the Acropolis, even the battle in the imperial capital cannot alarm him."

"Who are you?" Luo Zihe felt uneasy in his heart. "Why do you know so clearly about the situation of the Sea Emperor?"

"Hmph, you don't care!" Another cloud dissipated, Mo Shanqing, the head of the Mo family, showed his body, pressed Luo Zihe with a palm and fell: "Brother Zihe, both of you and my family are the heads of the three surnames of Haiyun, and now they are just as good as possible!"

Luo Zihe said with a high voice: "I'm afraid you won't do it?" He also hit him with a palm.

Both of them were over 100 years old. They both became kings and princes in their seventies and eighties. In their generation, they were all amazing talents and talented mentors. They often fought when they were young. However, after being promoted to King Xuan, they each took over the position of head of the family, with high positions and high powers and many concerns, but they had no chance to fight. Now by coincidence, the two can finally fight again.

One of the light curtains surged, sucking the two of them into it. This is the Yuanchen space battlefield that the twelve Yuanchen Formation has. The battle between the two will take place in the Yuanchen space.

On the other side, Luoxing Sword and Dehuayuan also entered the Yuanchen space on the other side.

In the twelve Yuanchen Formation, all the people fighting will be sucked into the Yuanchen space. The Yuanchen space will not be opened again until one side loses.

The two Xuan Wang masters around Xu Yang were selected by the Mo family and brought them to the Yuanchen space battlefield to fight. He suddenly realized that something was wrong. The other party obviously relied on a large number of people and wanted to use the Duizi tactic to lure the guard masters next to the Evil Emperor one by one, so that they could attack the Evil Emperor.

To the northwest, a cloud scattered, and a heroic man with a face like a knife and axe chopped, his voice was like a metal and stone attack, and he rang out loud: "I heard for a long time that the little killing god Xu Yang has a combat power that goes against the sky. With the realm of Xuanjun, he has killed many kings and princes one after another. Yin Gengjin is not talented, and he is willing to learn the powerful!"

"Even the masters of the Bermu Domain are here..." Xu Yang frowned tightly.

Next to Yin Gengjin, two clouds scattered, one tall and one short appeared. Among them, the tall old man smiled sinisterly and said, "Gengjin, why bother to say more? Just pull this kid into the Yuanchen space battlefield."

The short and fat old man said, "That's right, there are only three masters around Luo Baishui, and they will get it away directly. The remaining nine Xuanwangs work together to kill Luo Baishui. If you don't believe that he can still make a fortune!"

Yin Gengjin nodded slightly, and the golden light around him surged, turning into a golden giant axe, slashing towards Xu Yang from the air.

When Yin Gengjin attacked Xu Yang, one of the light curtains shone brightly, intending to absorb Xu Yang and Yin Gengjin.
Chapter completed!