The filthy evil spirit rose from in front of Tongguan, and the red clouds covered the entire sky.
It was obviously morning, but there was not a trace of sunshine.
I just feel restless, depressed, and irritable.
An Bo spit out blood from his mouth, his body was covered in blood, and he suffered numerous minor and serious injuries.
His expression was solemn and his armor was puzzled. He leaned on his spear and stared at the sky in the distance.
The overwhelming red mist is rolling in.
Tongguan was defended, but at a huge cost. Only 180,000 soldiers were left, and they held on to the city wall for two months.
In the first two months, the Northern Wei Dynasty mobilized an army of 300,000, and was still sending troops in a steady stream. In the past two months, the Northern Wei Dynasty went crazy and attacked Tongguan. It can be clearly felt that the personal bravery of the Northern Wei generals exceeded the soldiers of Daliang.
As the defender of the city, it was really hard for Annan to accept such heavy losses.
But fortunately Tongguan was not lost.
It all depends on the strong city of Tongguan and the courage of the soldiers to sacrifice their lives.
"Commander, it's time for you to take off your armor."
Song Kui hurriedly helped An Nanbo. They had been fighting for so long. If they didn't remove their armor and treat their injuries, they would easily suffer injuries and cause hidden injuries.
An Nanbo shook his head and said, "No."
He must hold on, because once he takes off his armor, his body may not be able to hold on.
The situation is also unclear now. Going to Hongyun to suppress the city is not an ordinary method at all.
The people in the city were Annanbo's first priority, and he was also worried that if Tongguan was lost, the northern barrier of Daliang would disappear.
When the time comes, the cavalry of the Northern Wei Dynasty will go south, and it will be like entering an uninhabited country.
"Could it be that the immortal master of the Northern Wei Dynasty took action?" An Nanbo frowned suddenly.
Immortal masters have never cared about the secular world. If the immortal masters took action, no matter how tenaciously they defended the city, they would not be able to defend Tongguan.
The people in Tongguan City also saw the red clouds rising into the sky. Although they were far away, they made people feel uncomfortable.
Fear spreads.
People are panicked.
The Northern Wei army retreated.
They didn't dare to retreat. If they were swept up by such a huge evil spirit, the evil energy would be in their bodies for a short time, or they would be directly transformed into evil corpses.
The immortal master had already promised to retreat, so even though they did not capture Tongguan, they left in a hurry.
Immortal Master Negative Sword stood in front of the cliff, looking at the entire evil gathering pattern with a smile.
He didn't need the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty to break through Tongguan. It was enough to kill casualties in battle and fill the gap of evil spirits.
Such a majestic evil spirit cannot be resisted by ordinary people at all. As long as you stand in it, you will be turned into an evil corpse. Even the early Qi practitioners dare not appear in it rashly.
So when the formation opened an opening, he ordered the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty to leave.
"not enough."
The young man with the sword behind his back looked relaxed, as he had completed his ancestor's order.
Five months ago, the formation was almost ready, only the last boost was needed, and now it is finally open.
The sword pointed forward a little, and the long red sword behind him was unsheathed boldly, facing the wind. The young man stood on the long sword and turned into a red light and rushed into the cloud evil.
The mana formed a barrier to block the surrounding evil spirits, and the speed of the rainbow sword increased to a higher level, carrying the young man to the ground.
The red mist of evil aura is very dense, and even with the spiritual eye activated, the visibility is not very high.
The deeper you go down, the stronger the feeling becomes. When you fall to the ground, you can no doubt look at the sky and the dark night.
In the isolation of Jusha, there are formation eyes located at the intersection of the layout.
This location might be in the center, or it might be off-center. If there wasn't such a big red mist, he could still use his spiritual eyes to detect it, but now he needed to use some other means.
The young man took out the blood-colored compass and took out the talisman paper from the holding talisman. Mana poured in, and the talisman paper immediately turned into fly ash and fell on the compass. The compass pointer rotated rapidly and pointed in one direction.
"It turns out to be here."
The young man showed a smile, measured and reached the point indicated by the compass, and summoned the rainbow sword at his side. As the sword light flashed, a large piece of dusty turf was lifted up, revealing a formation pattern.
Taking out a blood-colored bead, the young man placed the bead in the center of the formation.
The formation flickered, and with a click, gaps appeared in the originally tight formation lines.
In an instant, surging bloody aura rose into the sky.
The howling wind sounded like a roaring ghost.
The young immortal master was the first to bear the brunt. The magic barrier was thickened by a layer, and the rainbow sword surrounded him.
Although the thick evil spirit touched the young immortal master's magic barrier, there was no way to break through the defense.
It can't shake him at all, which shows that the young immortal master is strong.
After seven days, the formation will be fully opened.
On the other side, Wen Yue, who had been on the road for two days, looked stunned.
He did not expect that the situation in Tongguan would be so serious. The angry waves in front of him had already risen higher than Tongguan. If a wave hit at this time, all the people in the city would die.
Wen Yue stood on the city wall with a complicated expression.
He clearly said that he wanted to protect the country and the people, but the war between the two sides not only did not disappear, but expanded in scale.
Just because the Yuanling Sect wanted what was at the foot of Nanyue Mountain.
"How can we call him an upright person with such a sect?" Wen Yue shouted angrily.
Even though it was pleasant to curse a few times, Wen Yue knew that nothing could be changed.
The top priority is to resist the rolling evil spirits.
Once the evil spirit enters the city, it will cause countless casualties, and the entire Tongguan will become a dead city.
Not to mention that if it spreads further, there won't be any living things within a thousand miles.
"Sir, it is forbidden to expose the soul flag."
Wen Yue asked Tu Shanjun. He hoped that his husband would agree, but he did not want the soul flag to be exposed.
Only the current soul flag can block such majestic evil energy.
But if he uses the soul flag, it will be exposed to many people.
The casual cultivators in Daliang Enshrinement Building will know, the Yuanling Sect will also know, and maybe the Wuling Sect will also know, and they will face many difficulties by then.
Tu Shanjun looked calm, with excitement in his eyes.
If such a majestic evil spirit was absorbed by the soul flag, would he have a chance to become a top-grade magic weapon?
Exposing the soul flag to others is indeed a disadvantage, and there is someone from the Wuling Sect who has been chasing him.
However, considering his own strength and the power of the best magic weapon, Tushanjun's expression did not waver at all: 'It doesn't matter.'
'The position of the formation eye should be here.'
Tu Shanjun marked the formation's eyes.
He has no objections. Now that he has the opportunity to evolve into the ultimate magical weapon, Tushanjun doesn't want to let it go.
It is impossible to let the four ghosts and the big-headed ghost king enter the soul banner in advance to help him break through the realm of foundation building. At that time, he can freely decide whether to fight or walk.
The world of spiritual practice is inherently cruel, so there is no way it can always be peaceful.
Crisis not only represents danger, but also represents opportunity. If you can seize the opportunity, the opportunity will reach a higher level.
Tu Shanjun didn't want to let it go.
Wen Yue looked back at Tongguan and the beam behind him. He threw out his flying sword, stepped on it, and turned into red light and rushed into the red mist.
The mana light forms a barrier to resist the erosion of the surrounding evil spirits.
'Someone.'
Tu Shanjun discovered a person standing at the center of the formation in advance.
The soul flag vibrated, reminding Wen Yue.
Wen Yue hesitated a little, but still rushed over, and when he landed, he found a handsome young immortal master with sword-browed eyebrows.
This person holds his sword and closes his eyes, sitting cross-legged in front of the formation eye. His magic power forms a barrier to block the evil spirit.
Sensing Wen Yue's arrival, the young immortal master opened his eyes, his divine light flashed, and his voice was calm and loud: "Fellow Taoist, I am Zhuang Shichen, an inner disciple of Yuanling Sect. This place is the realm of my Yuanling Sect. Please retreat quickly."
As he spoke, his true cultivation was revealed.
Ten levels of Qi training!
Even though he was covered by the Spirit Turtle Fetal Breath Technique, the young immortal master still roughly saw Wen Yue's strength. He was probably in the late stage of Qi training. His magic power was strong and there was no violent aura, and he was practicing neutral and peaceful techniques.
To have advanced cultivation at this age, one should be a sect monk.
"Monk of Yuanling Sect."
Wen Yue was slightly palpitating. He remembered that he had been hit by the Yuanling Sect's blood curse, but it had been broken into pieces due to his breakthrough in cultivation half a month ago, so he needed to cover it up again.
"Nanyue Mountain is not your Yuanling Sect's territory, you'd better retreat quickly."
Wen Yue looked past the young immortal master and saw the large formation behind him. The large formation was like a door that had been opened. The scarlet mist was getting higher and higher, and the evil energy escaping around it was not comparable to that here.
Zhuang Shichen stood up, with a stern look on his face, and the long sword around his side. Although there was no anger in his words, he was extremely cold: "Don't be ungrateful, and don't blame me for killing people with my flying sword."
"The Yuanling Sect interferes with the secular world, fills the formation with human lives, and releases evil spirits. Such perverse actions will destroy the sect sooner or later."
"How brave!"
Zhuang Shichen turned from shock to anger and shouted: "Since you know so many things, then die here."
Wen Yue stopped talking nonsense with him, his whole body was stirred by magic power, and the soul flag fell into his hand.
Raise the flag and wave it around.
Three phantom evil spirits suddenly flew out, baring their teeth and claws and heading straight towards Zhuang Shichen.
Zhuang Shichen looked solemn: "Soul flag?"
"Three rainbows."
The red flying sword turned into three red lights. The three red lights were all real and were no longer two phantoms.
The sword shines against the evil ghost, but it is no match for the ghost's shadow.
Today's Hundred Ghost Night Parade is no longer as powerful as it once was.
There are more and more evil ghosts in the soul flags, and the hundred ghosts formed by kneading them will naturally become more powerful.
The magic robe was injected with mana to form a light shield, and the two talismans fell into Zhuang Shichen's hands. They flew a little higher and turned into a long snake shadow to collide with the evil ghost.
Wen Yue controlled the red flying sword and went straight to Zhuang Shichen.
Zhuang Shichen's eyes widened. This was clearly a magical weapon forged by his sect. How could it appear in the hands of this white-haired monk?
Either the other party bought it from Fangshi, or he was someone from the Yuanling Sect who killed him.
On the defensive, Zhuang Shichen pressed the blood curse spell, but the blood curse did not respond.
Keng.
At the same time as the flying swords collided, Zhuang Shichen was bitten by the ghost. His blood surged and he was about to spit it out, but he swallowed it alive.
"not good."
Wen Yue secretly said something bad.
If he doesn't absorb the evil spirit, with the current concentration, Tongguan will be enveloped in half a quarter of an hour.
Therefore, Zhuang Shichen must be defeated as soon as possible.
Tu Shanjun jumped out of the soul flag, stretched out his ghost hand, and took over the control of the flying sword. The three red lights were like substance, and they were even more dazzling than Zhuang Shichen's.
"What?!"
Zhuang Shichen was shocked.
Even if an evil ghost at the tenth level of Qi training appears, why are these Three Rainbow Sword Techniques even more powerful than him?
Who is this monk at the seventh level of Qi training?
This chapter has been completed!