The dome of the ancestral hall was broken, and the demon under the moon was finally revealed in front of everyone.
But his figure did not stop, and was still galloping towards the sky.
Peng.
Until he hit his head in the air and was blocked by a large formation.
The great formation behind the mountains in the north is revealed.
The originally calm sky was like ripples on a flat lake, and then a crystalline light curtain appeared.
However, just like that.
The nine foundation-building monks standing at the foot of the formation all had flushed faces, were unstable, and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
The shaking of the formation's legs caused the entire formation to shake.
Under the bright moonlight, two demons faced each other in the sky.
On one side are demons and ghosts with three forms of body.
The moonlight is dim and the demons and ghosts face each other fiercely.
On the other side is a terrifying ghost with disheveled red hair.
The black mist is like a tide guarding Tushanjun who is walking on the waves.
"Such a big ghost is terrifying!"
Look up.
The ancestor of the Ding family exclaimed in surprise.
Today, I have just seen the true strength of Tushanjun, and I have even seen his appearance clearly. Although he looks cold and merciless, after staring at it for a long time, I only feel horrified and terrifying, and I can vaguely see the indifferent divinity of the clay sculptures in the temple.
.
He is truly a ghost and god who has descended into the world.
The coercive momentum climbed to the middle stage of Jindan.
Such cultivation and demeanor were so dazzling just by looking at them with the Dharma Eye, which made Ding Chuanli wonder how Tu Shanjun died.
Or rather, they are extraordinary ghosts and monsters born naturally between heaven and earth, not created by the death of mortals.
"The formation is unstable!" The ancestor of the Ding family immediately realized this problem.
The nine elders of the Foundation Establishment Tribe could not withstand the attacks of demons and ghosts.
When the formation is broken and the evil spirit is allowed to escape and cause harm to the world, then Ding Chuanli will be the sinner.
He flew out of the ancestral hall and plunged straight into the formation. He formed a seal with his hands while sitting cross-legged at the center of the formation.
"town!"
The originally shaky formation stabilized after a Jindan monk took charge.
The ancestor of the Ding family can only hope that Tushanjun can successfully slay the ghost.
…
"Look at the sky!" The Ding family members who left the house pointed at the sky, their eyes widened and they almost swallowed their tongues.
"What the hell is that?"
"..."
"It looks like demons are fighting each other."
"No, didn't you see the ancestor? This is clearly the ancestor presiding over the formation to suppress the demons."
The brightly lit Beiluoshan became even more lively due to the fight between demons.
The mana fluctuations in the golden elixir stage were blocked by the large formation, so they did not fly out and affect everyone.
However, once the magic circle collapses, even the foundation-building monks will have no choice but to protect themselves, let alone the Qi-training monks, who will most likely be affected to death.
So the remaining two clan elders hurriedly evacuated the family members from Beiluoshan.
No matter what happens in the end, the family fire should be preserved.
Ding Chuanli didn't say anything, he was also unsure in his heart. If he could kill the monsters, there would be peace. If he couldn't, there would be intact eggs under the nest, and the clan members would probably become the monsters' recovery rations.
Although such actions may seem futile, it is better than doing nothing.
If it doesn't work, we can only let this monster go.
For the common people, this would be a disaster, but at least the family could be saved.
This was a last resort. If he could try it, Ding Chuanli still hoped that Tu Shanjun could kill him.
tonight,
It's destined to be a sleepless night.
…
Black light overlays.
The magic domain condenses in the center of the formation and drags the demons and ghosts into it.
Tushanjun sat in the huge shrine like a mountain, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the golden light: "The gods know the realm of death, and all the kings worship together."
"Leverage your strength."
"Kill the ghost."
As the voice fell, the candles in the shrine suddenly lit up.
All the spirits inside opened their eyes.
Although there are only more than 900 Yin Gods in the Soul Banner, the quality of the Yin Gods is very high, and among them are the Yin Gods of the Rakshasa Void Clan in the Golden Core stage.
This also causes mana to burn quickly.
Ding Xie, who was sitting outside the ancestral hall, took the elixir to restore his mana and the Yinhun Dan.
The mana in his body seemed to have evaporated.
Back then, he had never been an enemy of the Rakshasa Void Clan's Jindan like he is now.
This is enough to show that Tushanjun was indeed driven into a panic.
Use all means, no reservations.
Tushanjun in the legal domain slowly stood up and pointed his halberd at the demons under the moon.
"Lend me your life!"
Boom.
The soaring shrine smashed the moonlight into pieces and stood behind the monster.
The three-faced demon looked around in panic.
Even though he is also in the middle stage of the Golden Core, he can't cast the magic domain, and he doesn't understand what is behind him.
Why does it bring him so much pressure and great fear?
He just wants to escape.
Every moment the Ghost King reincarnates, he consumes mana fiercely.
Tu Shanjun did not dare to delay.
The door of the shrine was opened, and the ferocious faces of ghosts and gods carved on the pillars of the shrine seemed to come to life. Countless black four-threads flew out from the open door and pierced into the body of the demon and ghost, causing the demon and ghost to stop forcibly in just a moment.
.
The small flag behind him fell into Tushanjun's hand.
Although there was no accompaniment of gongs and drums, and there was no opening ceremony, there was not much to worry about at this time.
Nuo opera begins.
Nuo dance display.
Tushanjun waved the small flag in his hand like a dancing master.
The black threads in the shrine also began to tighten.
Monsters and ghosts are not good either.
The first thing he did after realizing that he was trapped was to resist violently. The three-body ghost had a ferocious face, and its powerful strength was able to withstand the pressure of the shrine behind him, so that even the slightly unstable Yin Shen could not escape from the body.
Keep pumping out.
Now it looks like the phantom of a ghost is looming over the body of a demon.
Tushanjun gritted his teeth.
The long fangs pierced the flesh, and the black-red blood moistened the lips.
How long can he last?
Half an hour, no, maybe the next moment he will be the first to be unable to hold on.
Once Ding Xie's mana is completely consumed, what will be squeezed out again is the original power.
How much mana can the source squeeze out?
If it’s not enough, it’s not enough.
Is this the end of it?
Thoughts flashed through Tushanjun's mind.
The monstrous black mist swept across, and the pressure fluctuated and was trapped in the legal domain.
When the legal realm collapses, the demons and ghosts will be freed from their troubles.
…
"Good disciple, I will help you as my master one more time!" Tu Shanjun shouted.
The sound roared like thunder.
This opportunity is more like a dazzling light blooming in the gap of lightning, which cannot be missed.
The shrines rotate behind you.
A Yin god straightens his body.
The handsome face turned sideways and his empty eyes stared over.
The black Taoist robe on his body turned into a jet black armor and stomach, just like before.
Her hair is flying and her appearance is heroic.
His eyes are shining with golden light, and the seals in his hands are forming.
At this moment, all the Yin gods in the shrines within the legal domain took action at the same time.
Dharma seal condenses.
Life and death, two moments of ephemera.
More than 900 dharma seals, plus Tu Shanjun himself becoming a seal, jointly activate this technique.
…
The three-body demon only felt that the flow of mist around them had become slower.
He thought that his actions were effective, and his speed increased accordingly.
But by the time he came to his senses, most of the Yin Shen had left his body.
Compared with the physical body, the appearance of Yin Shen is more solemn, with two sides fused, and white arms holding a baby.
The blue-black baby swam, and in the blink of an eye it had crawled from the demon's arms to its back.
In fact, this is supposed to be one piece, so it is understandable that it can be moved.
However, when the Yin Shen is mostly out of the body, the three-body demons and ghosts are unable to fully exert their strength even in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir.
There was fear in his eyes.
He waved his arms hoping to cut off the threads wrapped around his body.
The more he struggled, the tighter the threads wrapped around his body became, tearing the skin and inserting them into it.
The bluestone-like piece of meat was squeezed into sections, and scarlet blood flowed out along the cut wound. Due to the black silk thread, the blood could not fall to the ground. Instead, it hung on the silk thread, and it looked like it had been moistened with water.
A fine layer of oil.
The red-haired ghosts and gods held small flags and danced wildly.
The tighter the play, the brisker the movements.
The Yin God in the shrine is the same work.
The sound of the shrine turning served as an accompaniment.
…
The Venerable-looking bun had long since fallen apart, exposing the broken wine bottle on the back of his head.
All three bodies are bound by the shrine and cannot break free.
Even the struggle of the body gradually weakened, and finally he froze in place and stopped moving.
Only the feet of the detached Yin Shen on the back are still attached to the body.
The demon sat on his knees on the ground, as if he had accepted his fate.
In vain, Tu Shanjun heard a subtle sound.
Last words?
Obviously not.
It is clearly a magic spell.
That demon can actually speak!
Whispering mantras linger around the demon ghost.
The moonlight was shining, and the wine bottle shone with light, condensing the brilliance into the bodies of the three demons and ghosts.
The already stiff and exhausted body shrank slightly, and unexpectedly burst out with huge pulling force.
Boom!
Boom boom.
The straight black thread was broken by the demon's large movements.
The terrifying wave was released again, and the three demon ghosts slowly stood up from their kneeling position.
Although he was shocked, Tushanjun did not retreat in panic.
"Gentlemen, help me!"
The waves of the waterfall surged one after another, and Tushanjun forcibly activated the already incomplete legal domain.
Large tracts of shrines were revealed under the light of candles.
The shrine Yinshen strikes again.
Tu Shanjun also became ruthless.
In the past, his realm was not enough to support the complete manifestation of the legal domain, and when the magic power was no longer sustainable, he would not forcefully squeeze the banner master's magic power to complete the legal domain.
Now that the Ghost King has reincarnated and forcibly conquered the realm, he naturally cannot let go of the advantages brought by the realm.
It's just a pain for Lord Banner.
Ding Xie outside the ancestral hall spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was no trace of fear or flinching in his eyes.
…
"town!"
Immediately, drag out the ghost's ghost.
The thick fog dissipated, the fluctuating pressure ceased, and the powerful force that impacted the formation was no longer there.
The ancestor of the Ding family who was guarding the formation looked up and saw that the realm of the sky was melting. The huge shrine had trapped the ghosts and ghosts, and was about to drag them into the door that was filled with darkness.
"I'm going to win."
The ancestor of the Ding family let out a long sigh of relief, feeling happy but also scared at the same time.
Even as a golden elixir cultivator, he was a little stunned and has not yet come back to his senses.
Dazzled for a long time.
Just about to open the big formation.
I saw the red-haired ghost standing in the sky suddenly falling like a burning meteor.
The black energy is like a dragon circling away from the body.
The cultivation level that was originally in the middle stage of climbing has also significantly regressed.
Without the support of powerful cultivation, the huge shrine also began to flicker, as if the frame had dropped, and the black threads were broken one after another.
"Straight bitch!"
This chapter has been completed!