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One thousand eight hundred and twenty-five, trapped

Zhan Yihan raised his hand and waved the formation flag, activate the formation he and Jinyue had arranged early in the morning. Since he already knew the opponent's background, it was time for them to counterattack.

The formation he and Jinyue arranged was not an ordinary nine-level immortal formation, and it also contained nine-level immortal talismans. I wonder how long the middle-aged man could last in the formation.

The middle-aged man felt the momentum around him change, and he knew that he was ambushed, and his face turned pale, "Rat, come out for me, if you have the ability, we will fight openly." He could not tell at all how many levels of immortal formation this was, but he felt the dangerous aura.

"Are you sure you are really open and upright?" Su Jinyue looked at the middle-aged man in the formation sarcastically. She used her divine eye to see that the other party's cultivation was in the middle stage of the Immortal Emperor. If she did not use the ninth-level immortal formation to trap the other party, it would be difficult for her and Yi Han to defeat each other.

"I came to visit your sect leader. I have no malice. Don't you think it's too much to use these despicable means to deal with me?" The middle-aged man said in a deep voice. As long as the other party dares to let him go, he will destroy Fengtian Sect.

"Does your attitude look like a visit?" Su Jinyue snorted coldly.

"Okay, wait for me! When I come out of the formation, you Fengtian Sect will be destroyed." The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said. Fengtian Sect had already sentenced to death in his heart.

"Let's talk about it when you come out." Zhan Yihan waved a formation flag again.

As the formation flag fell, the formation was fully activated, and the extremely hot flames, dense sword rain and wind blades attacked the middle-aged man in a chaotic manner.

The middle-aged man quickly sacrificed his long spear to resist. He secretly swears in his heart that as long as he can go out, he will definitely destroy Fengtian Sect. Moreover, he will not let anyone go of Fengtian Sect.

Su Yanyue and the others looked nervously at the middle-aged man in the formation, hoping that the formation could destroy the other party.

"It seems that there should be no problem." Su Yanxi felt a little relieved when he saw the middle-aged man surrounded by flames. Yi Han is the master of the ninth-level immortal formation, and there should be few people who can break his formation.

"Yeah." Su Yanyue and Su Yanqi nodded in agreement. They also hoped that there would be no problem.

The middle-aged man felt the heat of the flames and felt a little anxious. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand to sacrifice a black cloak. This black cloak is a level nine immortal weapon that can withstand various attacks. As long as the opponent's flame is not the legendary alien fire of heaven and earth.

"The other party has a lot of treasures." Su Jinyue curled her lips and sneered.

Zhan Yihan smiled and rubbed Su Jinyue's hair, raised his hand to exhale a ball of flame. Unless the cloak on the other party was a magic weapon, he would not be able to resist the phoenix flame. However, he had long seen that the other party's cloak was just a level nine immortal weapon.

He and Jinyue had already agreed on it early in the morning. If the formation could not trap the other party, they would let Xiaoqing, or Huo Feng and others deal with the other party, and they would not believe that the other party could defeat the divine beast. However, it seems that there is no need to sacrifice their trump card anymore.

Seeing that the cloak blocked all the attacks on the periphery, the middle-aged man raised a smug smile, "This formation is nothing but Err." As long as he resisted these attacks, it would be a matter of time before he could go out.

Seeing another ball of flame sweeping towards him, the middle-aged man curled his lips disdainfully, waved the long halberd in his hand, and prepared to start attacking the formation. He is a mid-stage Immortal Emperor, and he may meet his opponent in the medium interface, but this is a low-level interface. If you want his life, it is a fool.
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