Chapter 569 Sun Mingsheng Returns to Help (Please Subscribe, Please Collect)

Although Sun Mingzeng was at a disadvantage in the battle, when he said these words, he suddenly burst out with great confidence, as if he really had a treasure in his storage bag that could hurt both sides.

It is difficult for outsiders to distinguish the truth from the falsehood of similar words or strategies, but in the battle between cultivators of the same level, anything is possible, and it is always better to believe it than not.

After the Jindan cultivator surnamed Liu and the Jindan cultivator surnamed Qian looked at each other, they subconsciously relaxed the frequency of their attacks and had no spirit of fighting to the death.

After all, both of them are the pillars of their respective families. If they encounter an accident here, I am afraid that the entire family will be broken.

In addition, there is no sufficient trust between the two, and there is no too close cooperation in the battle. They mainly fight on their own.

Otherwise, with the power of the two veteran Jindan cultivators, even if Sun Mingzeng has the help of a large formation, he would have been defeated early, or even suffered a heavy blow.

"Why do you two Daoists risk your life for a call from Baiyao Valley? Support from the Beast Taming Sect is about to arrive. When the battle turns, you and your family will be in trouble."

"If you two die in Shenquan Mountain, will Baiyao Valley be willing to cultivate another Jindan-stage junior cultivator for your family? I'm afraid we will take all the resource points back to the sect as soon as possible."

Sun Mingzeng naturally understood the real thoughts of the two. As Jindan-stage cultivators from the same family, every word he said was like a sharp blade that brought scars to the two cultivators on the opposite side.

"Daoyou Sun is really eloquent. Daoyou Qian, let's make a quick decision. If the Beast Taming Sect really comes to support us, you and I will really fall into danger. Now that things have come to this, we should use the means at the bottom of the box."

The cultivator surnamed Liu was more determined after all, and he did not delay too long in Sun Mingzeng's verbal attack like a monk chanting scriptures.

His face straightened, his hands kept rubbing, and lightning flashes kept spurting out, but they did not fall directly on the defensive light shield of the Twelve Capital Peaks formation, but instead spread evenly on the magic flying sword.

Whenever a lightning flash covered it, the flying sword would shake inexplicably, as if it was also under a certain pressure.

For the Jindan cultivator surnamed Liu, this was also a big consumption, and his originally ruddy face turned pale in a very short time.

"Twelve Capital Peaks listen to my command, the power of the formation condenses, and suppresses"

Although Sun Xunmu's cultivation was not high, his experience along the way was quite sharp. From the moment the Jindan cultivator surnamed Liu sacrificed the lightning flash, he kept urging with an order.

"Uncle, when it's time to fight to the death, go all out. Don't worry about bottles and jars. Only when the family exists, everything is valuable."

Sun Mingzeng jumped up, his words full of throbbing, but his determination to fight to the death with the enemy and to decide the winner has never changed.

After hearing Sun Mingzeng's order, Sun Xunmu did not answer directly, but immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, and the magic power in his dantian went up against the flow. As his lifespan faded, his face became more and more old, and a little red appeared on it, which was completely a state of rejuvenation.

But above his head, a red breath as thick as a waist rose up and leaked continuously, and a trace of unique life breath was clearly visible.

This kind of explosion in a short period of time was completely at the cost of consuming the little lifespan left. After this battle, even if the family is safe, Sun Xunmu's lifespan will reach its limit.

Under the control of Sun Xunmu, a dazzling red light appeared on the whole formation. Two big hands, one on the left and one on the right, quickly formed and clenched into iron fists, heading straight for the two Jindan-stage cultivators. Their only purpose was to relieve the pressure on Sun Mingzeng.

As Sun Mingzeng's body continued to rise, the Jindan cultivator Qian, who had never used all his strength, seemed to be touched. In addition to the teapot-like magic weapon that continued to spray a large amount of breath to weaken the power of the formation's light shield, he also sacrificed a golden axe-shaped magic weapon that was about ten feet long and flashing with cold light.

This axe-shaped magic weapon did not fall on the magic light shield like before, but turned into a stream of light and went straight to Sun Mingzeng's neck.

In addition, the Qingfeng Sword from the Jindan cultivator Liu also came from another direction. The two Jindan-stage cultivators' two high-quality magic weapons actually formed a tacit attack.

As for the two khaki giant fists coming from the formation, they didn't take them seriously at all. They each used the spiritual arts they had learned. A lush giant tree and pieces of khaki stones collided and annihilated each other.

Faced with this tacit cooperation, Sun Mingzeng's face looked unprecedentedly serious. The Dragon Scale Spear attacked again, entangled with the Qingfeng Sword, and also successively sacrificed two third-level low-grade spiritual talismans, which burst out bursts of colorful light and collided with the giant axe.

"Cough"

Sun Mingzeng made a full-strength attack and barely managed to survive the joint attack of the two cultivators. However, under the collision of superior mana and combat power, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his throat and sprayed directly onto the light shield of Shenquan Mountain, and his face turned unprecedentedly pale.

"Fellow Daoist Sun, things have come to this point, why should we continue to resist? Without a cultivator of the same level to preside over it, how much power can this formation exert?"

The cultivator surnamed Qian began to attack verbally again, and at the same time, he learned from the previous lessons and never relaxed his offensive movements.

The huge golden axe blade chopped directly on the light shield of the formation, causing it to shake. The Qingfeng Sword also turned into a thread and continuously struck at different positions. The teapot-shaped magic weapon had never weakened or interrupted the weakening of the formation since it appeared.

"The Sun family is already at the end of its strength. Fellow Taoists, please go all out. As long as you open the defense formation, all the treasures will be at our disposal."

"This is a third-level lower-grade spiritual mountain, and the mountain is full of countless spiritual flowers and herbs."

Seeing that the two Jindan-stage ancestors had gained the upper hand, the group of foundation-building cultivators who had originally retreated slightly also burst into shouts again, and various spiritual tools and talismans swarmed in as if they were free.

The only comforting thing is that these 100 foundation-building cultivators are not all from the Liu and Qian families, but belong to different families. They are all summoned and have no close cooperation with each other.

Although the cultivators of the Sun family have a large formation as a protection, the number of foundation-building cultivators is limited after all. Facing such a dense attack, they are always unable to resist, because they are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers and can only barely resist.

"How dare you, fellow Daoist, despise my Sun family so much and bully us so wantonly?"

At this moment, an angry shout was heard, and a ring-shaped magic weapon fell from the sky.