Fang Dou had already learned about the specific process of the Ghost-killing Festival.

Before July 15th, the sword cultivators made great efforts to kill Yin ghosts. There is no limit on this stage, and everything is to kill ghosts.

On the Ghost Festival, clouds cover the sky, the sun fades, the world is full of yin and yang, and hundreds of ghosts are unprecedentedly rampant.

At this time, even if Jian Cultivator kills him, he will undoubtedly have the overall situation.

Even the plank road is dangerous, it cannot stop the endless tide of ghosts, and can only open the door to greet thieves.

The responsibilities of the sword cultivators start from killing ghosts, and turn into an 'escort' ghost tide gathering in Fengdu Mountain.

The fundamental purpose of traveling with a hundred ghosts is to enter the underworld, and they must pass through the ghost city of Fengdu Mountain. This is also the annual goal of the ghost soldiers.

In any case, the number of ghost soldiers is too small and the number of ghosts is too large, and the restraint is weak, which brings disaster to the people in Shu.

At first, the sword cultivators tried to kill the ghosts, but eventually failed.

During the year-on-year confrontation, the sword cultivators figured out the rules. As long as they sent ghosts into the underworld, they killed the evil ghosts of the disabled along the way, and tried to minimize casualties among the people.

This is the truth of the Ghost-killing Sacrifice.

Killing ghosts is not the goal, protecting the people in Shu is the highest goal.

Flying swords, killing as a rescue, are the greatest compassion!

Fang Dou looked at the countless ghosts in front of him, wandering in a daze, most of them were numb, and a few evil ghosts were cruel and eager to eat living people.

"I can't kill it, I can't kill it!"

The last time I left Shu, I clearly killed many ghosts, but today it seems that the amount of losses is too small.

"What are you doing when you stand?"

She Yuchong, with his two brothers, together with Jiang Daoli, Qiu Wangyue and others, began to unfold the sword formation.

During this period, they held the sword formation and invited many familiar colleagues to practice the sword formation together.

"Walk!"

In the alliance of Xueding Mountain, more than a dozen sword formations were divided in an instant, some of which were like long snakes, some of which were like rolling stones, falling into the sea of ​​ghosts, splashing turbulent yin energy.

The sword formation of She Yuchong and the other two was twisted and flew like a water plant. Every time they curled and retracted, they would destroy countless ghosts.

Each "water grass leaf" is a genre leader who leads his disciples to kill ghosts.

The sword cultivator in Shu flew out on a large scale, killing the war everywhere on the plains. The ghosts that were originally covered in the sky were wiped out in the blink of an eye.

The ghosts that were originally surrounded by the land were removed piece by piece and fell into the flat sea of ​​ghost tides, like bald spots on the top of their heads.

However, the more ghosts there are, the more Yin Qi accumulates after being killed.

The yin energy exploded, the air became gray, and the sky above the head gathered dark clouds.

"This is not very good!"

Fang Dou even saw that the more dark clouds gather in some areas, they were like iron blocks.

"Sizila!"

A bad situation happened, and the dark clouds began to drip into the dark rain, pouring onto the ground.

The ghosts were as if they were encountering sweet rain, lifted their arms to grab the raindrops, and in the blink of an eye, the arms of the woods rose.

When the sword cultivators saw the black rain, they would be avoided as if they encountered snakes and scorpions.

This is "ghost rain", which is the most yin thing and a great tonic for ghosts. However, if a living person is affected by it, it will be a serious illness at a minor level, and it will be a serious death at a serious level. Even successful sword cultivators are inevitable.

"Brush!"

Sword lights spiraled like silver umbrellas, blasting the falling black raindrops away.

"Aowoo!"

A long dragon-like sword formation suddenly rose below, rolling and roaring, and piercing straight over the dark clouds in the direction of the black rain.

It was stinging, the clouds and mist cracked in half, and the long dragon transformed by the sword formation drilled in, stirring violently, and split in the blink of an eye.

"Good sword formation!"

Praise sounded one after another around, and after this, the ghost rain that began to take shape was suddenly interrupted.

On the plain, the sword cultivators formed a sword formation, compressing the goblin formation step by step, occasionally bursting, sweeping the surroundings cleanly.

For a moment, halos appeared, rising and falling one after another.

However, the number of ghosts was increasing, and they gathered from all directions. While the sword cultivator killed one, he had already added ten or hundreds of them.

From a distance, it looks like duckweed green algae on the water surface. A stone fell down and splashed everywhere. It briefly exposed to the water surface, and then was closed by the green algae.

In the scene in front of you, the ghost is green algae, the ground is water, and the attack of the sword cultivator is to break the tranquility of the 'gravel'.

Fang Dou took a deep breath and saw it almost done.

Facts have proved that the role of the "Wanxiang Sword Mother" is far beyond his imagination.

The function of the array diagram is like a seed, rooted in different soils and eventually grows different trees.

After studying the sword cultivators from various schools, the sword formations developed by them gathered together and became even more powerful.

More importantly, the weak sword cultivator disciples rely on the cooperation of each other to greatly reduce the casualty rate.

"Next, it's time for me to take action!"

Fang Dou spread his palms, and differentiated into strands of sword energy, hovering back and forth.

"One person becomes a sword formation!"

He pressed his palms downwards, and when the sword energy fell to the ground, it had already swollen into a column of light that was thick with legs.

Wow, forty-nine sword light columns rose up, forming a unique sword formation.

"My tailor's sword technique forms a sword formation, which is also a clutch formation!"

The light of the sword formation rolled forward, and a large formation of ghosts broke open in an instant. All ghosts affected by the sword light seemed to be stabbed by thousands of steel needles, and wailed and disappeared.

Fang Dou's mind was highly condensed, and he controlled the sword formation to roll back and forth. He first looked like a lawn mower, and wherever he passed, all the ghosts were invincible!

Occasionally, I encountered a few "gravels" that were too harsh. Even though those evil spirits were fierce, they could only resist for a moment. In the end, they were caught in the sword formation and shattered.

"Very good!"

Fang Dou controlled the sword formation and realized in his heart that he only had a flying sword at hand. If the number exceeded, the power of the sword formation would increase.

After piercing through seven or eight large formations of ghosts in succession, Fang Dou felt that there was a new change.

The sword formation shook a few times and then differentiated dozens of light columns again. In the end, the number of sword light columns stabilized at 81.

As the number increases, the power of the sword formation begins to increase.

"The tailor is also a clutch!"

Fang Dou murmured to himself, "My sword formation should be called the 'Class Sword Formation'!"

He waved his palm and the sword formation rolled, dividing a large ghost formation in half on the spot.

"Bold, do you dare to hit the ghost messenger?"

A ghost soldier rushed out of the formation and rushed towards Fang Dou.

The clutch sword formation divided into several rays of light, flying around the ghost soldiers, and saw his legs sewn on the ground.

The ghost rushed forward a few steps, his legs getting heavier and heavier, and finally stuck to the ground and could no longer move.

"The word "clear and reunion" hides a great mystery!"

Fang Dou saw countless ghosts with his eyes, which were all the nutrients for him to sharpen his sword formation.

"combine!"

The sword formation flew past and sewed the dispersed ghosts together. The next moment, the sword light was like a rainstorm, destroying all the ghosts.

The changes that come and go are becoming more and more clear.

Fang Dou's idea of ​​forming a formation has been proven by actual combat and has indeed achieved value.

"continue!"
Chapter completed!