The remaining spirit stones are instantly refined and transformed into spiritual power, activating the formation.

When spiritual power encounters the first reverse spirit array, it inverts and breaks in an instant, with nothingness and darkness, forming a terrible disintegration force.

Spiritual power flows along the large array, triggering the reverse spiritual array in turn, causing layers of collapse, deeper and more complex.

Finally, these disintegration forces move with the formation and reach every corner, resolving each formation in reverse, piled up into extremely terrifying power, instantly causing the collapse of the entire formation to self-destruct!

...

The monks evacuated to the outer mountain are retreating to Tongxian City.

Mo Shan had a bad premonition. He looked for Mo Hua's figure among the crowd, but he couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked. At this moment, he saw Zhang Lan, hurried forward, grabbed Zhang Lan's sleeve, and asked nervously:

"Where is the ink painting?"

Zhang Lan, who was busy evacuating, was stunned and then realized that he could not help but turn to look at the deep mountains.

At this moment, the world suddenly became silent.

It seemed as if all the sounds were swallowed by boundless nothingness, and the entire Dahei Mountain was silent in an instant, and it contained the depression before the shocking rainstorm came.

Zhang Lan and Mo Shan's faces were instantly pale.

Liu Ruhua, who was far away in Tongxian City, suddenly felt palpitations and looked at Daheishan, burst into tears in an instant.

A dark wave of spiritual power surged into the sky, clouds spread out in the sky, and a terrifying aura emerged.

The powerful spiritual power reversely resolves, turning the deep mountains into ashes little by little.

It looks extremely scary, but there is no sound.

It seems that the world is left with only dead black and white colors.

At this moment, all the monks in Tongxian City were shocked.

Not only Tongxian City, but all the monks in the second-grade Heishan Prefecture Realm all looked up in panic. Seeing the dark spiritual power disintegrating in the sky, they couldn't help but tremble all over.

The formation collapsed, terrifying the earth, and the monks in the entire state were all frightened.

They didn't know what was going on, they just felt inexplicably horrified.

However, Zhang Lan and others in the outer mountain saw with their own eyes what happened.

They saw the surging spiritual power inversion, the collapse of the formation, the disintegration of the formation, and the Feng Xu in the disintegration power.

The power of disintegration was like a pitch-black, tiny, extremely sharp blade, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one by one, the one with one

It seems to completely erase its existence from the world!

This process is accompanied by great pain.

Feng Xu was struggling and roaring.

There are countless faces on its body, wailing, crying, and asking for advice.

But it seems that even these sounds have been completely dissolved and cannot be heard at all.

Everyone was shocked and Zhang Lan's pupils were even more shocked.

What kind of power is this?

He had never heard of it, and had never seen it.

Zhang Lan was stunned and suddenly remembered that this might be what Mo Hua said about "breaking the back", and Mo Hua is in this self-destructive formation at this moment.

There was endless guilt and regret in Zhang Lan's heart.

At this time, Mr. Zhuang could not hide his horror when he looked at the surging black formation in the sky.

"The formation collapses...how did he do it..."

The collapse of the array requires an extremely large amount of derivation and requires an extremely huge amount of spiritual consciousness.

How do you calculate ink painting?

Mr. Zhuang was puzzled and surprised.

Old Kuang was also shocked to speak.

He has a very high realm, lived for a long time, and has seen many big scenes in his life, but the shock he brought may not be as good as the scene in front of him.

This incredible first-grade array collapsed...

After a while, Old Kuang suddenly said solemnly: "It won't be a problem."

Mr. Zhuang frowned, thoughtfully, and breathed a sigh of relief, "He left a life gate for himself."

The Life Sect has been reserved, and it seems that everything has been prepared in advance...

Old Kuang was also slightly relieved, "That's good." He turned to look at the horizon and sighed: "This kid is so brave."

"Yes." Mr. Zhuang's expression was complicated.

Both of them were watching the terrifying and magnificent scene of the collapse of the formation in the horizon, and could not speak for a long time.

As they looked, suddenly, both of them felt cold in their hearts and their pupils shrank slightly.

In the sky, there are thunder clouds condensed, and there is red hidden among the thunder clouds.

Old Kuang couldn't believe it: "This is..."

Mr. Zhuang's eyes were lost, his voice trembled:

"Thunder?!"

In the outer mountain, Yang Jiyong also discovered a strange phenomenon and said in horror:

"Zhang Lan, what do you think is that?"

Zhang Lan looked up and looked shocked, "How is that possible?!"

It is the thunder of heavenly destiny!

The unknown dark spiritual power here is too powerful, breaking through the limitations of the laws of heaven and attracting thunder that erases all things!

But what does this thunder of disaster want to erase?

Zhang Lan suddenly realized and quickly looked at the deep mountains.

In the deep mountains, the formation collapsed, the peaks and mountains collapsed, the plants, trees, mountains and rocks turned into black and gray, and dissolved with spiritual power.

Only one mountain stands.

The mountain peaks are filled with potholes, shaped like stone pillars behind the splendor.

This is the gate of the great formation.

At the top of the mountain, there was a thin figure standing.

That figure is ink painting.

Mo Hua's face was pale, but her breath was calm.

It seems that it has not been affected by the terrifying spiritual power just now.

Moshan, Elder Yu and the people who were just worried about Mo paintings were unbelievable, but they were also ecstatic. But before they could be happy, they saw a scene that scared them even more.

Above Mo Hua's head, thunder clouds condensed, and the scarlet thunder lingers over his head with a breath of nirvana.

Everyone is terrified.

The target of thunder is ink painting?

The laws of heaven should erase ink painting?!

Everyone's eyes showed despair.

The laws of heaven are supreme. Cultivators cannot compete with them at all. Even if they are powerful monks with a high level, they will definitely die under the thunder of the catastrophe!

Just when everyone was desperate, things changed again.

The scarlet thunder descended and was about to fall on Mo Hua, but hesitated for a moment.

It seemed that the Tribulation Thunder did not expect that the target of triggering the laws of heaven and being erased by heaven was just a teenage child.

Moreover, his cultivation is low and he only has the seventh level of Qi refining.

There is no other evil aura on him.

The thunder of the thunder was surfing around Mo Hua, as if confirming, hesitating, and finally it seemed like hesitating that the formation had a mistake, and slowly left Mo Hua and returned to the thunder clouds...

As the catastrophe dissipates, the formation completely collapses, and the world returns to silence.

The horrific fluctuations in the deep mountains disappeared.

Whether it is Feng Feng, Da Formation, or Tribulation Thunder, it no longer exists.

In the deep mountains, there are only ink paintings.

At this moment, all monks who had experienced all kinds of terrifying scenes looked into the deep mountains and the ink paintings above the peaks.

The formation collapsed, destroyed the world, and the deep mountains turned into ashes. Only the ink painting was safe and sound.

The rocks around him collapsed and everything was deserted.
To be continued...