call!

The black mist intertwined with the undispersed thunder clouds, forging into a rich darkness.

Under the dark sky.

Millions of ghost soldiers were all armed.

Thousands of rampant generals were covered with helmets.

The clouds in the sky were blowing under the gloomy wind, and the evil gods with green faces and fangs were faintly visible.

Neatly surrounded.

It was like the iron army who had been hiding in the abyss and hell that finally came out of the dark underworld. Their figures were different, but they were neatly made people think that they were actually one.

Donghaijun, holding a small banner, had fangs growing from his mouth, and the old dragon's face turned into ashen.

The aura of inspiration in the early stage of the transformation of gods was completely embedded in the formation.

Take one step forward.

Turn into a dragon and fly to the clouds.

Endless darkness.

It seems that the king of the evil god is sitting upright.

The old dragon flying into the clouds is just one of them.

The moment the small banner waved from the old dragon's hand, the small banner turned into a big banner and stood in the military formation.

The old dragon slowly sat down.

An illusory shrine rose from the ground, connected to the deep darkness behind it. It seemed that the person sitting here was not a monk or a evil ghost or a fierce god, but a general who ruled the army.

At this time, the pupils of the wild fox at the edge of the formation shrank. He watched the "Old Dragon" turn into a dragon shape and fly away. There were ten auras like that sitting upright on the clouds. The old dragon was actually ranked last. All the powerful Yang Gods moving forward were not comparable to the old dragon's aura of inspiration.

“One, two,…five.”

Not counting as the old dragon, there are five powerful auras.

They are like the hands and feet stretched out by this formation.

It is so unified.

However, his eyes flew up and searched for another figure that should have appeared in his eyes.

A look of doubt flashed in the wild fox's eyes.

He murmured softly: "No?"

"Or not here?"

“It’s impossible not to be there.”

"He is a spirit of the weapon!"

The wild fox searched for it for a long time but couldn't see the figure.

He didn't think the other party was not there.

How could Tushan, the weapon spirit, be the soul-respecting banner, not be in the banner? The only possibility is to sit at the end of the black abyss, looking down at the world covered by this infinite formation like an emperor among ghosts.

Meng Zhi, who was sitting cross-legged in the formation, looked at the endless ferocious ghosts and gods in the sky, not only without fear, but instead showed joy.

He had long seen the sky city in the Soul Banner and the powerful monks in the Tower of Heaven. He had been worried about exposing the treasures, so he did not dare to use magical powers completely.

In this situation, if he does not display all his power, he will definitely be alive without death.

It fell into the hands of Chen Jinding and Gao Xiu behind him, perhaps even asking for death was a luxury.

The Soul-Sacred Banner will be exposed one day.

He had been mentally prepared long ago.

Once you come, you will be at peace.

Meng Zhi sighed: "God is not as good as people!"

Erasing the worries deep in the eyes, Meng Zhi raised his head and poured the bottle of elixir.

More than ten elixirs fell into their mouths.

Melt in the entrance.

Under the refining of his tiger-bellied whale-swallowing magical power, it turned into a vast ocean of mana that was accumulated in the Dantian.

Meng Zhi, who was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, clenched in the air.

An illusory little banner appeared in his hands.

Under the urging of the spiritual consciousness, Meng Zhi turned into a black gold blood knife. He held the knife and pointed at the giant ship of the Yujin Gang in the sky and said coldly: "Chen Jinding, you can recognize this formation."

"Aren't you going to catch me? If you have the courage, please join the formation!"

The giant ship that spans the sky is two thousand meters long.

Chen Jinding standing on the deck was in a state of uncertainty.

He did not recognize this formation.

However, as long as you are not blind, you will definitely recognize that this formation is definitely not a good person.

I didn't see that even the killers in the organization obediently obediently obediently the leader's instructions.

Chen Jinding is indeed not weak, but he is not as strong as he can break the formation safely without any accidents.

"What kind of formation is this?"

The lord who jumped off the mast frowned and looked around for the monk.

"I don't recognize it."

"It's very fierce at first glance."

"Look at this formation's evil aura soared into the sky, as if the Tianxuan Milky Way was swept away, scattered and covered more than ten thousand miles away. For such a peerless fierce formation, I'm afraid that the cultivator who set up this formation is not easy, let alone just flying into the clouds like a dragon, serving as the Taoist soldiers with the eyes of this huge array."

"Dao Soldier?"

"The best Taoist soldier!"

"That's like a flag."

"banner?"

Everyone on the giant ship looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with some uncertain but difficult to say.

"Ha, what's there to hide?"

"It's just a treasure of spirit."

"It is said that thirty years ago, a treasure of the spirit appeared in the Tianwei Holy Land of All Things City, which is a soul banner. It is said that the spirit of the weapon possesses the mind of an ordinary monk."

The eight masters leaning on the railing of the giant ship stared at the surging formation in front of him. Although he said it lightly, the expression in his eyes had already betrayed him.

"It is said that the spirit of the weapon injured many people."

"I didn't expect that I would get it by this kid!"

The Master of the Yujin Gang, who was sitting hanging above the cabin, seemed to be trying to see through the formation and find Meng Zhi.

"Is this really a treasure of spirit?"

"Um?"

"Why don't the weapon spirit be seen?!"

Everyone immediately reacted.

What they analyzed just now was very good but missed the most important thing, that is, the "artifact Spirit"? It seems that they have never seen the appearance of that artifact Spirit.

Perhaps the spirit of the soul-honoring banner is deep in the formation. After all, it is definitely not easy to show up as a spirit, otherwise there will be no one to be in charge of the formation.

"Is it this treasure?"

Yu Haofeng seemed to be asking questions, but in fact he already understood.

There is no hermit and high cultivator at all, nor has a deep background in power.

Meng Zhi was able to obtain the Tao body because of the tiger tomb thirty years ago. The person who protected him was never the high sect of the teacher, but the spirit of the soul-respecting banner.

Yu Haofeng suddenly realized.

No wonder the old dragon looked so weird.

The state of life is also very strange.

Is it life or death?

Or between life and death.

Now he understands.

The old dragon died, but the weapon was alive.
To be continued...