The Greatest System With 100 Million Life Prizes
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Chapter 110: The Magic Art of Verbal Mantras
No one knew the true meaning of that look.
The two Dao palaces trembled and nearly collapsed, almost falling down from mid-air.
Xiang Gaoye was surprised, this method exceeded his imagination.
Before him, Dao Lan Zhu's palace intimidated the entire audience, trembling in the depths of everyone's soul.
It was a colorful Dao palace, with eight rushing martial rivers flowing towards them.
Each wave contained profound martial power.
This was the first time Jiang Cheng had witnessed Lan Zhu act.
Finally, he understood why he had once said that he could help him withstand the attacks of the seven peak experts and ten thousand Blood Fury soldiers.
Six of the eight rivers are at the King level.
It was the level of martial insight that the Dao palace in the Holy Door realm should have.
And the remaining two were actually at the Sacred level! He really has that kind of power.
Under the Holy Door realm, this woman should have no opponents.
No wonder the Holy Land of Silence sent out two Dao palaces of the Ninth Layer to deal with him. If it was just one, they probably wouldn't be able to suppress it at all.
The Dao Palace and the Heavenly Fate realm were actually connected.
Due to the privileges of the brilliant divine palaces, once they reached the level of the Dao palace, Jiang Cheng would automatically evolve into the Nine-Color Dao Palace.
This legacy seemed to be even scarier than Lan Zhu's.
However, the current nine rivers of Cheng Ge were extremely pitiful.
Other than Martial Five Elements reaching the Eternal level due to the enhancement of the Heaven Martial Melody, the other eight rivers consisted of three True Levels, four Tier Teachers, and one Level Sect.
The two Holy Sons will not remain silent.
The two simultaneously summoned their own Dao palaces, emitting seven glittering colors, with seven swift flowing King-level rivers.
If one had never seen the Dao Lan Zhu palace, the entire audience would have been shocked to see the appearance of these two Holy Sons.
Yet with this comparison, their colorful Dao palace looked rather ordinary.
"Go."
Yu Liang carefully said one word.
On the chaotic battlefield, his voice was still heard by everyone.
He was actually using a book-shaped treasure, but around Lan Zhu, there suddenly appeared many sword formations that were indistinguishable in number.
This sword formation descended with rain, splitting the air with streams of light.
But just before entering Lan Zhu's three foot radius, all the long swords suddenly exploded into flames.
Then they turned into streams of green smoke.
"Wall."
Han Hua held a small blue flag and waved it abruptly.
Lan Zhu's unstoppable attack was suddenly blocked by a wall that looked like gold but not gold, like land but not land.
What is this move?
Jiang Cheng could hardly believe his eyes.
With just one word, does it become real?
Is this the legendary "talk of making methods?
Impossible, why didn't they just say the word "dead"? Isn't that simpler?
Lan Zhu's sword pinnacle smashed into the wall, but rather than a huge power collision, it felt like it was piercing into the water.
The wall was shaking like a wave of water.
Only he, as a magician, could overcome such verbal incantation techniques. If it were to happen to the other Dao palace realm cultivators, they would probably be confused.
A thread of blood appeared at the corner of Han Hua's mouth, and he took a step back.
Lan Zhu's long sword crossed the wall and once again approached the two Holy Sons.
"Wiggly."
Yu Liang quickly rolled up the pages of his book, shouting, and suddenly dozens of curved twigs covered the ground and were hollow.
Lan Zhu, who was at the center of the verbal spell technique, stopped in place.
His whole body was entangled by the branches.
"Why don't you guys set up the formation? Use the Fourth-Way Primal Cauldron!"
Han Hua, who was previously reflected by the spell, shouted loudly.
The emperor, who was stunned by this verbal magic technique, quickly launched the formation and the treasure.
The dark sea water overflowed and decomposed, descending very heavily like a heavy rain.
Directly attacking the entangled Lan Zhu.
At the same time, a glittering and spinning Fourth Way Primal Cauldron suddenly appeared above Lan Zhu's head.
In the beginning, Lan Zhu had already turned all the entangled twigs into ashes using witch magic.
But when illuminated by that golden light, his entire body suddenly became limp.
The Fourth Way Primal Cauldron, based on the strength of the beliefs of the billions of subjects of the Qianxing Dynasty, condensed the fate of the country, and eventually turned into the fate of the Xiang Clan.
Under this overwhelming power, even if it were the realm of the Dao palace, they would be oppressed to a certain extent.
(Late of this chapter)
He made a move, and the previously unstoppable Floor was instantly in a desperate situation.
The two Holy Sons finally felt relieved.
Xiahou Jun, Yang Jie, and the others laughed out loud.
But soon after, the laughter stopped.
Jiang Cheng and the others were waiting for this moment.
He's not here to watch the show.
Although he wanted to be killed from the start, he could not remain indifferent when the Floor bravely faced the two disciples of the Ninth Level Dao Palace.
Based on Cheng Ge's reaction, he could immediately activate the formation to help his comrade, Team C's leader.
But he didn't because it wasn't the right time to interfere on the battlefield.
He deliberately let Xiang Gaoye activate the formation first.
With the enemy forming their formation, their target was focused on him and the Floor.
The sea water and the typhoon struck only at the two of them, so no one else was injured.
This makes their enemies relaxed.
And at that moment, when they were not vigilant, Cheng Ge suddenly used the residual soul of Liliang Dragon to change the control of the formation.
Suddenly, the black water rushing towards the two of them turned around and headed towards the other experts in the room.
And the typhoon was also descending on their heads.
So Xiahou Jun and Yang Jie, as well as the two Holy Sons or Xiang Gaoye, were not prepared for this.
"Well..."
Xiahou Jun shouted in horror. Every drop of rain water that fell onto his spirit armor permeated into his flesh and pierced through his shoulders, as if piercing him.
This rainwater contained the rules of the Liliang Dragon Destroyer that could not be contracted by the power of the Dao Palace Region.
He desperately moved his spiritual power, and his Dao Palace revolved crazily, but could not block the corrosion of the black water at all.
Within two breaths of time, he had completely dissolved in black water, leaving no trace of anything.
Only his spirit armor remained, as it was not a living being made of flesh and blood.
With Xiahou Jun's strength in the Dao Palace Region, if he had been careful from the start, he wouldn't have been so easily killed.
But there's no way. Jiang Cheng's time to activate the formation was too genius, playing out their thoughts.
Not only him, but Yang Jie and a few other experts from the Dao Palace were also destroyed.
And not a single one had survived under the Dao Palace Region.
Looking around, only the two Holy Sons and the Emperor's daughter, only four people, remained alive.
Their performance is very impressive.
The first three individuals were stronger than their enemies not just a little, and Nian Ting survived because of his intelligence and many ways to keep his life.
However, even so, the four of them were extremely miserable right now.
The dynastic experts were all exterminated, and Xiang Gaoye was filled with anger.
He wanted to take over the formation but no matter how he manipulated the formation core, there was no response at all.
This was ridiculous; now Jiang Cheng was the embodiment of the formation core.
What core? It was separated by a single layer; there was no direct access for him.
Facing the black dragon's breath from the formation, Xiang Gaoye had no choice but to struggle and painstakingly defend himself.
Nian Ting was even more messy and in danger of defeat.
Powerlessly, he could only move the Four Quadrant Essen Bowl to deal with the formation.
Under the protection of the kingdom's auspicious energy from that bowl, the black dragon's shadow breath could no longer attack the area where the four of them were hiding.
But as soon as the bowl changed position, the pressure on the Floor, which was already in a precarious situation, disappeared.
(Late of this chapter)