Lin Haoming also felt the power surging in his body at this time. Although he had not broken through to the Great Perfection of the God Transformation Stage in his realm, the power at this moment was really felt, which surprised Lin Haoming. He really couldn't figure out why this power appeared, just how the moonlight could make people become powerful.
The number of puppet armored soldiers was still very large, so many that it was still ten times the number of Nascent Soul cultivators in the city. But just as these puppet armored soldiers approached, an old Taoist suddenly flew over the top of the city, and shook the whisk in his hand a few times towards the ground. Then, each thin thread of the whisk seemed to come alive, and went out to the bottom one after another. After arriving at the ground, it pierced into the soil.
At the same time, another monk wearing silver armor also jumped onto the top of the city, then took out a black gourd, threw it directly into the sky, and then pointed at it, and saw the black gourd flashing with the mouth of the gourd, and instantly spewed out a stream of black sand. These sand seemed to be not much from the mouth of the gourd, but under the urd power of the silver-armored monk, it instantly turned into a sandstorm, flying back and forth in front of Tianyuan City. In just a moment, a field had turned into a dark desert, almost the same as the situation in the Wusha Continent.
At this time, Taoist Master Lingxu also activated the magic trick again. Then the sand and soil where the thin filaments had been scattered, and at first it was only slightly trembling. Soon after, the sand began to condense. In just a few breaths, the condensed sand formed sand people one by one.
These sand people don’t look tall, just like there are not many normal people. What’s even more surprising is that the sand finally turned into clothes worn by ordinary people. Although they are all made of sand, everyone not only wears different clothes, but also has different expressions, which is really surprising.
"Is this the sand puppet of Wusha Continent?" Lin Haoming couldn't help but ask in surprise when he saw this scene.
"Yes, these sand puppets were refined with the souls of the fallen Nascent Soul cultivators. They are powerful. Each of them retains a little mark of these monks during their lifetime, and their strength is 70% or 80% of them during their lifetime. It is much more powerful than ordinary puppets!" Mo Kong, who was originally the son of the former demon king of Wusha Continent, explained.
Lin Haoming nodded silently, and at this moment he noticed that the bodies of these sand puppets were also engraved with new moon runes, which were obviously influenced by the Haoyue Ganlin Formation, and their strength was probably similar to those of them when they were alive.
"At this moment, the puppet armored soldiers who came first had arrived nearby. Taoist Master Lingxu shouted softly, and the thousands of sand puppets jumped up and rushed directly towards the puppet armored soldiers. Although the number was only one-tenth of the other party, they were all puppets, and they had no fear between each other. They killed each other and were quite powerful.
Of course, everyone knows that it is impossible to resist these tens of thousands of puppet soldiers just by relying on these sand puppets. While Taoist Lingxu sacrificed the sand puppets, Mr. Shuiyun had already given orders and followed the sixteen monks of different ages, men and women, each with a blue flag. The sixteen people stood on the tops of the entire Tianyuan City.
Everyone inserted the banner in their hands at a position that had been selected long ago on the top of the city, and almost at the same time they broke their tongue and spit out a mouthful of essence and blood towards the banner.
As the blood mist turned into essence and blood enveloped the banner, the spirituality of the banner was immediately revealed, like a cat stealing fishy fish, quickly absorbing the blood mist. Then its own smoothness began to spread like water marks, and it rose above the city. Each of the banners, which were only about 10 meters high, turned into a huge size of more than ten meters. After the monks under the banner saw it, they immediately began to pinch the magic tricks. As the magic tricks were shot out, the sixteen flags echoed instantly, and the smoothness they emitted suddenly became connected and gathered towards the middle.
As the blue ripples continued to gather, a blue magic array appeared on an open space a hundred feet in the middle of the entire city. The magic array was composed of deep and difficult-to-understand runes. At this moment, these runes began to shine lightly and darkly, and had emerged from the magic array on the ground.
The emergent runes rotated around the center of the magic circle, and in a moment they condensed into the shape of a ball.
At this moment, the monks who controlled the sixteen flags took out a small bottle with their hands. Looking at the small bottle, almost everyone's face showed a solemn look, and there was even a sense of fear in their eyes that could not be concealed. But even so, everyone still opened the bottle. At the moment they opened the bottle, a series of lights suddenly burst out from the bottle. The light flashed into a dragon phantom and appeared in front of them. Looking at the dragon phantom that appeared, the sixteen people almost sprayed out a mouthful of blood and blood on the flag again.
This time, the banner itself did not absorb the essence and blood immediately. Instead, it was the phantom of the dragon in front of it. It suddenly drilled into the banner and swallowed all the essence and blood. Then the banner actually began to shake directly in front of these monks, and finally rose up on its own.
Faced with such a situation, the sixteen monks who controlled the banner flags were not surprised, but just looked at the situation in front of them with a serious face. When the banner flags suddenly flew towards the magic circle in the center of Tianyuan City, the sixteen people immediately followed.
The banner reached the magic circle in just a moment, and as the runes condensed into balls began to rotate, the sixteen monks did not say a word at this moment. After glanced at the magic circle, they fell into the position that had been preset in the magic circle and sat down cross-legged.
Just after they sat down, the flags suddenly let out a dragon roar, and then rushed towards the light balls condensed by the runes almost at the same time. When the flags passed through the light balls and came out from the other end, they turned into dragons again. However, these dragons were no longer phantoms, but real dragons with flesh and blood.
When the sixteen flags passed through the light ball, the light ball also dispersed on its own, and finally turned into sixteen small flags that were only a few feet tall and fell in front of the sixteen Nascent Soul monks of the Water Moon Sect.
Chapter completed!