Resurrection: Sacrifice: Hundreds of Millions of Critical Strikes

"If it continues to condense, what kind of monster will it become?"

A warrior muttered to himself.

...

Buzz!

The void keeps roaring!

Eighth Heavenly Domain!

Nine Heavens!

When the seventeenth baptism came, Chu Feng's head was crushed by the Nine Heavens!

It's like cutting off the world.

...

"coming!"

"It's the last time, if Chu Feng still can't condense the perfect Dharma, it's really a pity!"

"Definitely!"

No one doubted that Chu Feng could not survive the baptism of the 18th Primordial Spirit.

What they were worried about was Chu Feng, unable to successfully condense the primordial spirit.

boom!

The 18th Primordial Spirit Baptism is here!

Chu Feng Jiuzhong Yuanshen Tianyu roared!

The majestic power of the primordial spirit swept across the world, and an unparalleled figure appeared on the Nine Heavens Domain.

The Immortal King is coming to the Nine Heavens!

An immortal king condensed by the power of the primordial spirit, sitting on the top of the nine heavens!

The power of the primordial spirit, the weather is myriad.

Many people's soul sea is roaring.

Yuanshen is shaking!

Can't help but want to pay homage!

...

"Success!"

"Chu Feng really completed the three-in-one!"

Everyone is cheering.

Even the older generation looked at Chu Feng with a trace of awe.

Three dharmas!

Perfectly endured the 54 baptisms of the Sanyuan Tongtian Formation!

No one can judge Chu Feng's potential.

Even if Emperor Tuntian appeared, it was still impossible to judge.

After all, even she has never been truly three-in-one.

No one has ever reached such a height as Chu Feng, and when the young emperor is here, I am afraid that the same situation is not enough for Chu Feng!

...

"Barren weather!"

"Barren weather!"

"Barren weather!"

After a short silence, the whole square boiled.

Everyone is shouting!

Buzz!

At the same time, the formation pattern on Jinghua Square began to dim, and the power of the Sanyuan Tongtian Formation was completely exhausted.

Not a penny was wasted!

All were squeezed dry by Chu Feng.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Pfft!

The twelve masters who were in charge of presiding over the grand formation were all pale and sweating on their foreheads.

He collapsed directly to the ground.

...

"Sloppy!"

"It turned out to be a perfect acceptance of fifty-four baptisms!"

"you do not say!"

"I thought it was up to forty-five times, but now the old bones are falling apart!"

...

The twelve masters were all gasping for breath.

Too sloppy.

Their strength is of course strong, but they are almost exhausted to maintain such a battle.