Some people were furious, while others were shaking and feeling extremely painful.

No matter what King Qing's purpose is, what he is doing now is contrary to family ethics and is chilling.

"Your Majesty, let's activate the Great Slaughter Formation." Among the crowd, Chang'an Guard Anxihou took a step forward, clasping his fists and throwing them to the ground.

Xia Zhaofeng raised his eyes slightly and looked at Anxi Hou with an extremely calm expression.

"Your Majesty, you can no longer hesitate." Anxi Hou said again with bloodshot eyes.

At this time, no one in the Great Xia monks on the field was a fool, and they understood many things in an instant - Chang'an still had trump cards to deal with the situation of the two gods slaughtering the city!

"Your Majesty, no matter what the price is to activate this so-called killing array, there is no need to hesitate anymore.

No matter how high the price is, it will never be greater than the massacre of Chang'an!" someone said sadly.

Soon, these words triggered a chorus of responses.

Everyone was fixedly looking at Xia Zhao, this magnificent woman, waiting for her final decision.

"Okay." Under the eager gazes of everyone, Xia Zhao slowly nodded and said softly.

She stood up.

The next moment, a drop of golden blood appeared in Xia Zhao's hand.

The moment the blood appeared, the many Daxia monks in the hall who had at least the seventh realm of cultivation all changed their colors and their hair stood on end, as if they were facing wild beasts.

What kind of blood is that?

The golden light is as bright as a sun, astonishingly dazzling, and the clouds rise into the sky, entwined with strands of fairy energy.

As soon as it appeared, it revealed an unpredictable pressure.

The most terrifying thing is that there is no murderous intention in this drop of blood, just the natural coercion is already so terrifying.

Unbelievable!

If a drop of blood is so terrifying, how terrifying will the owner of the blood be?

Whose blood?

Xia Zhao flicked the drop of blood.

The heaven and earth suddenly rise up.

The blood exuded a surging momentum, suddenly rushed up, left the light barrier, broke through the heavy black fog, and suspended into the sky, emitting huge energy like a vast ocean, shaking the void, and the waves it emitted seemed to tear the sky apart.

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Outside the palace, above Chang'an, Xuanzun let out an exclamation, narrowed his eyes, and smelled a sense of danger.

In this drop of blood, he felt the breath that made him tremble, as if he saw a man through the blood, his shape was not very real, and he was looking at him.

That's... Daozu!

Xuan Zun trembled all over. Even though he was the number one demon in the Tianmen Domain, he was subconsciously filled with fear and wanted to surrender.

This is just a drop of blood!

Next to him, Prince Qing looked at this scene with an extremely complicated expression, but his heart was extremely fanatical.

This is the ancestral realm. A drop of essence and blood can make Xuan Zun tremble and fear!

The golden blood exudes endless brilliance and falls down.

Then, amazing changes happened.

Looking down at Chang'an, you will find that in the city that is completely shrouded in black fog at this time, there are countless golden lights shining from the ground of Chang'an, breaking through the heavy black fog.

The gray line of golden light grass snake is like an invisible big pen that is wandering around.

Dragons and snakes are flying, iron paintings are shining in the sunset, and silver hooks are misty.

Majestic and majestic.

This is Chang'an City's Zun-Slaying Formation, with the entire city of Chang'an as the formation map, the vertical and horizontal streets as the formation pattern, the imperial palace as the formation eye, and the power of heaven and earth as the source of the formation's power.

Its startup costs...

Dao Ancestor Essence and Blood!

Such a large formation can only be activated by the essence and blood of Dao Ancestor.

"What is this?" Xuan Zun was extremely fearful and a little angry. "It can threaten me. Didn't you say that everything has been arranged properly?"

"With this formation, I cannot continue to refine blood essence for you, otherwise I may die."

"Don't worry, everything is under my control." King Qing looked around at the brilliance that shrouded the entire Chang'an, and saw the dense cyclones rising from all over Chang'an like stars. There was no expression on his face, but his eyes were sparkling.

, suddenly snorted coldly.

There are 480 Tanglou in Chang'an.

The outer building of Qingshan Tower outside the mountain.

The building is a hundred feet high.

Before this, no one knew the purpose of these 480 tenement buildings and why they were heavily guarded.

But now, they know.

At this moment, all 480 tenement buildings emitted light, and a rainbow rushed out.

Tanglou is the 480th position of the Killing Zun Formation.

But at this time, turmoil broke out among the 480 tenement buildings almost at the same time.

Someone was holding a short dagger and thrust it into the light.

Then, the tenement building began to tremble violently.

A breeze blew by.

The walls collapsed, sawdust scattered, and the tenement building was shattered.

The figures kept scattering, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

Above the sky.

A spear gleaming with fire fell from a very high place and fell directly into King Qing's hand.

Searing flames ignited from the spears.

Prince Qing frowned in pain.

This was a pain that even Emperor Wu's body could not withstand.

only.......

King Qing held the spear tightly but refused to let go.

Because this is the spear of power!

Prince Qing endured the burning pain in his palms and waved his spear lightly.

The endless roaring sound suddenly echoed between heaven and earth.

The yellow cloth covers of the wine shops in Fangshi are whistling, the locust trees on the roadside are whistling, the banana trees by the river are whistling, and the lions carved from stone are breathing...

The whole city of Chang'an is breathing and roaring.

The world of Chang'an was suddenly under his control.

He looked dimly at the palace shrouded in golden light.

"Luo." Prince Qing said softly.

As he fell with a sound, the golden light that could not be corroded by the black mist gradually faded and could dissipate at any time.

In the palace.

Xia Zhao spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned as pale as a snow-capped mountain.

"Your Majesty!" Marquis Anxi was shocked.

Xia Zhao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, covered his chest, shook his head, and said softly: "The Great Killing Formation is now under the control of King Qing."

"Now...they are three."

"How is that possible?" Anxi Hou staggered and his body trembled.

"He... found the life orifice of the Killing Zun Formation and temporarily took control of the Killing Zun Formation."

"This is the great formation set up by Daozu. How could it be so easily found and taken away so easily?" Anxi Hou struggled, still holding on to his last glimmer of hope.

"The Dao Ancestor is very strong, but the formation is dead after all. King Qing has been preparing for this time for too long."

Conspiracy, a long-planned conspiracy.

"The Killing Zun Formation is very strong, so even if King Qing prepares for so long, he can only take control of the Killing Zun Formation for half a quarter of an hour. After half a quarter of an hour, the Killing Zun Formation will be back in my hands."

Xia Zhao looked around, his eyes scanning the faces of all the Daxia monks on the field, "But, are you able to survive this half-quarter of an hour?"

No one present spoke.
To be continued...