More than a hundred disciples in the late stage of Qi training used their own flying swords at the same time.

The flying sword soars into the sky.

Many Qi training men stood in the air with flying swords.

It is also unclear whether the Fengshan Formation has divided the hundreds of rays of breath, or whether the more than a hundred cultivators in the late stage of Qi training combined the formation with their bodies, turning the flying sword into the formation base, covering all the radius of dozens of miles.

Of course, the red-haired ghost cultivator is in the formation.

Fireworks spread, magic power gathered, and a red sun appeared above the ghost cultivator's head.

The light fell from the sky, just covering the ghost cultivator.

The bitter aura was as bright as a flame, but when you stayed in the array, you could feel the evaporation of water vapor around you, and the originally stable spiritual energy also became restless.

Looking down from above, it seems like another formation has been formed in the Mount Penetration Formation, the two sides are superimposed but clearly distinguished.

"Chinyang Golden Crow."

"Punish evil!"

The scorching sun above rotates, shrinks on both sides, and then spreads a pair of wings covering dozens of feet.

The golden um raised its head, and the extremely strong penetrating sounded.

"Cry!"

The traction of the qi machine made the condensed golden crow go straight to the red-haired ghost cultivator shrouded by the light column.

As long as this blow falls, he will die.

This is a thought that flashed through the red-haired ghost cultivator's mind.

This is the incarnation, and then you will die if you die. Then use evil energy to condense it.

However, things are not over yet.

At least until the dust is settled, he can't die here so simply.

Looking at the four-armed owl nailed to the formation platform with both hands and feet in the formation.

Looking at the people who looked panic and panic all over the mountains.

The red-haired ghost cultivator raised his head.

He said indifferently: "How can I die in such a place as my incarnation?"

"The Realm of Ignorance."

"I want to see the flaws of this thing."

His eyes were closed and his ghost hand pierced into his forehead.

The black and red blood flowed down the middle of the eyebrows and was drawn into patterns covering the face. With the excitement of life-threatening, the ghost horns on the head shone brightly again.

The vertical lines between the eyebrows suddenly expanded, and the black and red blood gathered into false eyeballs.

Everything in front of me seemed to be slowing down.

The movements of the storm of the flames that rushed towards him became less smooth, and the flowing aura on his body slowly appeared in front of the Red-haired Ghost Cultivator.

Open your eyes suddenly.

My eyes were already filled with blood, and blood gushed out of my eyes.

The red-haired ghost cultivator opened his fangs at this moment, and the red-haired ghost was frantically roaring, "Give it to me..."

"See it clearly!"

As the blood surged, the large net of Qi was clear and perfect.

Not only did the figure stop, but instead rushed forward.

Whether to bet on a glimmer of hope or to sit back and wait for death, he already had his own thoughts in his heart.

The flaming golden crow bird's beak becomes a sharp edge, and its breath gathers into a thread.

It is better to say that it is a law than to say that it is a golden crow.

It is a sword technique, a magic technique, and a form of form.

The Dharma is right in front of you.

"break."

The only remaining ghost hand of the Red-haired Taoist turned into a sword light, rushing up like a moth to the fire.

Bang!!!

Smoke and dust fly, water steam steam.

The vision has long been blocked and can only be induced by spiritual consciousness.

"Diet?"

"It should be dead."

The monks of Chiwu Sect asked and answered questions.

In such a strong blow, there is no chance of survival. And even if you survive by chance, facing such a formation and facing more than a hundred Qi training men who set up formations, you can only despair.

In the sky, the figure rushing towards the sun fell.

There is no vitality.

The black robe was severely damaged, and most of the red hair was burned to charcoal.

But he finally died.

It finally made all the Chuangwu Sect monks breathe a sigh of relief.

"No, where is his Yin God?"

The Yin Shen, the Taoist Lieyang who was in charge of the formation, suddenly frowned. He could indeed feel that the body was no longer alive, but where was the Yin Shen, a foundation-building monk?

Now he is in the formation and cannot escape even if the ghost cultivator escape technique is powerful.

Changes in the wind and clouds.

The lifeless body opened its eyes, and the falling body stabilized again. The gust of wind blew his black robe and red hair, and the ghost horns on his forehead were as hideous as before.

"impossible!"

The first person to exclaim was the Yin God of Fierce Sun.

The body of the Red-Fai Taoist was severely damaged, his vitality was almost wiped out, and he was severely injured by the formation. How could he survive?

But this is a fact that happened before us.

The Yin God of Lieyang quickly adjusted: "Since you are not dead, I will kill you again until you die."

"Punish evil!"

The light column comes again, covering the body of the red-haired Taoist.

The golden crow condensed with magic power spread its wings again.

The red-haired Taoist looked calm.

Even if he saw the golden crow's qi net clearly and fell to it, he was still killed by that blow.

If the Spirit Demon Ninja Death Technique had not maintained his body, he would have fallen in the mountains and was buried by earth and stones.

If there is another blow, the body will turn into powder.

Tushanjun was not pessimistic. He looked at the people on Nanmingling, and heard the sound of the sound: "Can the people of Daheishan, my people, lend their power to me?"

"I."

"Tushanjun!"

The name of Tushan Lord echoed in the ears of many people, and then looked at the figure in the sky.

Red hair, double horns.

Cold green face.

They remembered that the person in front of them was the true king who was worshipped?

They still remember that the true king statue in the county was automatically restored.

"Can't be mobilized?" Tushanjun sighed quietly. The incense vow was minimal, and he could not gain power from his deity. It seemed that today's battle was destined to stop here.

Tushanjun looked at the people of Nanmingling and the four-armed owl nailed to the formation platform.

"True King, Tushan Lord!"

A man fell to his knees and shouted loudly.

"Tushanjun!"

Countless civilians rested.

The surging incense power gathered towards this incarnation.
To be continued...