Such a powerful true god was powerless to fight back in front of it. Moreover, it destroyed Fengxu's spiritual will and soul at an extremely fast speed.

Weird and terrifying.

If he hadn't already seen Feng Xi standing in front of him, he would have run away immediately and would never provoke that rag doll.

Feng Xi stood frozen on the spot, staring straight at a seventy-two-story formation tower in front of him.

That is the formation center of Xufeng Divine Ship. There are dense thunder and lightning around the formation tower, and divine patterns are intertwined. Divine patterns are ancient heaven-level divine patterns, which contain the power of killing gods. Even if a great god wants to force his way in, it will not be easy.

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The big-headed rag doll stood under the formation tower, pointing its finger upward. A thread of spiritual power on the fingertip rushed upward, wrapped around Feng Xuan's neck, and hung him in the air.

That way, it's like lifting a fish out of the water without closing the pole.

The key is that it doesn't have a rod in its hand, only a line.

Feng Xuan has the cultivation level of the Great Perfection of the High God. Even if he is wrapped around his neck, he should have the power to resist. But now, the power in his body seems to be locked up, and no matter how hard he struggles, it is useless.

The big-headed rag doll's eyes were red, its mouth was wide open, and it smiled at Mr. Mo who was standing at the door of the tower: "Open the formation and divine patterns, and I will let him go."

Mr. Mo had already woken up and snorted: "You are dreaming."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it!"

The big-headed rag doll was disappointed and closed its fingers.

The spiritual thread wrapped around Feng Xuan's neck suddenly tightened, and with a "poof" sound, divine blood splashed, and Feng Xuan's head separated from his body and fell from the air.

Mr. Mo roared angrily, causing a divine thunder to fall from the sky.

The big-headed rag doll pressed its palm into the void, formed a dark cloud of spiritual power, blocked the divine thunder, and said: "The attack array of the Xufeng Divine Ship requires the support of several gods to fully activate. Momo, you are inducing this now

How can you defeat me with your strength? How come your mental power hasn’t broken through to level 80 yet?”

"I alone can activate the attack formation."

Mr. Mo's peach head burned, and he was obviously going to fight for his life. He separated out twelve spiritual clones in a row, standing in various directions of the formation tower, forming seals with his hands. Under the control of spiritual power, the formation tower slowly rotated.

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but……

"Boom!"

The divine ship shook violently, and cracks appeared in the hull.

Mr. Mo looked up and saw a magical talisman that was thousands of miles long and was pressed down from the sky. On the talisman, billions of talisman patterns flowed like rivers and converged into a skull pattern.

A moonless figure stood above the talisman.

"Oh my God, the Magic Talisman of the Shangtu! How could it be the Divine Talisman of the Shangtu? God is going to destroy our Wind Clan!" Mr. Mo was so angry that he looked up to the sky and roared sadly.

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Chapter completed!