Several of the Disha Pavilion's Huajie ancestors were furious. They didn't expect that their magical power that could turn the tide of the battle would be broken by some younger Buddhists. You can imagine the anger in their hearts.
One of the men wearing a cloak and a mask swooped out.
He was in mid-air, grasping with five fingers, and the rolling evil energy condensed into a huge ghost claw. It was very fast, and it reached the head of the Buddhist soldier in the blink of an eye.
Although these Buddhist soldiers have profound Buddhist teachings and are good at purifying the souls of wronged people, they are not good at fighting with others, not to mention that their opponents are the ancestors of the Tribulation, and they do not even have the strength to resist.
The ghost claws fell and instantly broke the Buddha light of the monks. Just as they were about to crush one of them to death, a loud laugh suddenly came from the side:
"Are all fellow Taoists in Beiming so shameless?"
Before he finished speaking, a huge palm print appeared in mid-air, and suddenly slapped the ghost claw, turning the ghost claw into black smoke, and all the evil energy was gone.
"who?!"
The cloaked man turned around suddenly and saw a monk holding a wooden staff and coming on a cloud.
This monk is tall, has long arms, and has bulging muscles. He is wearing a fiery red cassock. A yellow cloud appears behind his head, rolling unsteadily.
"Dou Zhan Zun!"
The man in the cloak exclaimed, with an obvious hint of fear in his tone.
The monk laughed and said: "Gu Yazi, looking at you hiding your head and showing your tail, are you still worried that others will recognize you? In order to seek refuge in Beiming, you did not hesitate to kill your master and betray your family. Is there anything in the world that you can't do?
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"You're talking nonsense!"
The man in the cloak yelled, and the martial arts in his body started to work. His spiritual power condensed into a three-color glow in front of him, spreading like water waves, and he was in front of his opponent in an instant.
Venerable Dou Zhan laughed loudly and struck in the air with his wooden stick, shattering the three-colored glow. Then yellow clouds rose up behind his head, turned into a big hand, and grabbed the cloaked man.
With this grab, the man in the cloak instantly felt that he was outmatched, and hurriedly turned around and turned into a escaping light, trying to escape far away.
But just as he was about to launch his Escape Light, nine rays of golden clouds swept in from different directions and hit his Escape Light.
"The Great Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals!"
The man in the cloak exclaimed, the light disappeared, and he staggered a few steps in mid-air, looking very embarrassed.
Seeing the formation's killing move coming, he had no choice but to sacrifice his own magic weapon to resist the killing of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.
But although he barely blocked the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, he could no longer resist the Lord Dou Zhan behind him.
The big hand grabbed it in the air, and the Buddhist aura was as condensed as the mountain. He quickly caught the cloaked man in his hand. Before he could use the life-saving magic weapon on his body, Venerable Douzhan struck him with a wooden stick, smashing the Tianling Cap to pieces.
Scenes similar to this occurred across the battlefield.
Because the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was reactivated, Beiming's monks had to deal with the formation restrictions and resist the attack of Nanxuan's monks. They were unable to take care of both ends and were caught off guard.
Even the ancestor of Huajie is no exception!
The battle that was originally evenly matched quickly turned into a one-sided situation with the support of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, and almost all of the Nanxuan monks won a complete victory.
"God bless me, Nanxuan, to drive back the enemy army. Victory or defeat depends on this one move!"
Everyone in Nanxuan was in high spirits.
The Shenxiao Army, Wuchen Army, Kunwu Army and other major armies all rushed down the Great Wall of Juetian at this time, taking advantage of the situation to chase down the Beiming monks.
There were monks from Juntian City at the rear to help out and provide antidote elixirs, which further relieved everyone's worries. They all fought bravely to kill the enemy with great momentum!
And in the middle of the battlefield, there was an open space that stretched for thousands of miles, and no one dared to approach it.
But it is the battlefield of Wu Ci, Liu Changshou, Jisheng Demon Lord and Dan Yangsheng.
Danyangsheng fought one against three against the three Yashengs, fighting for more than a thousand rounds. Not only did he not fall behind, he actually suppressed the three of them!
His Confucian robes were flying, and his exposed skin turned red. He looked like an ancient god, with great power in every punch and kick.
Another blazing sun appeared behind my head, with thousands of rays of rays burning the mountains and boiling the sea.
No matter how victorious the demon king is, whether Wu Ci's mysterious skills are treacherous or Liu Changshou's mastery of beast control, they can't do anything to him. No matter there are thousands of spells or various changes, as long as he comes close to Danyang Sheng, they will be evaporated by the power of pure Yang and turn into
A wisp of smoke.
The more the three of them fight, the more frightened they become!
At the beginning, I wanted to play it safe and sound, first using spells to test and wait for opportunities to find Dan Yangsheng's flaws.
But now, they have discovered that the "Pure Yang Immortal Technique" has no flaws at all, and does not require any magic weapons, talismans or other external objects. Just one breath of pure Yang Qi can burn out all the magic weapons and magical powers of the three of them!
"I didn't expect that last time we fought, this old monster hid his strength!" Wu Ci was secretly shocked.
"With this guy's strength, I'm afraid he won't be far away from becoming a saint." Liu Changshou also had a solemn expression on his face.
Until now, even the most unruly Demon King has no confidence in defeating his opponent.
The three of them all had one thought in mind, which was to hold back Danyang Sheng!
The current situation is obviously in Nanxuan's favor. As long as Danyangsheng, the biggest variable, is held back by them, Beiming will definitely lose!
Dan Yangsheng also saw the changes on the battlefield.
As calm as he was, he couldn't help but frown slightly, thinking in his heart: "How can the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation be repaired? Nanxuan only has nine sub-sages in total, and they are all on this battlefield now. With that person's strength, can he still fail?
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My mind raced, and I deduced all possible situations, but I still couldn't figure it out.
"There is also the variable of Juntian City. I didn't expect that they had been living in seclusion for hundreds of thousands of years, but they were willing to come out to help, and they also developed the secret method of detoxification. It seems that the Shennong lineage has restrained the Poison Saint lineage after all."
With the two changes in Juntian City and the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the war between the North and the South has reversed.
Dan Yangsheng looked around and saw that Nan Xuan was like a rainbow. Under the command of the commanders of the armies, he came out of the Great Wall and charged at the Beiming monks in various mysterious formations.
On the other hand, Beiming's army was originally disorganized. Later, there was the incident of Disha Pavilion using ghosts to control deserters. Those casual cultivators were still willing to work hard. They were fighting and retreating, and there was no formation at all.
"The army was defeated like a mountain"
Dan Yangsheng sighed secretly.
As the commander-in-chief of the three armies, when he saw this scene, he naturally knew that the situation was over. But he has always been calm, strategizing, and winning thousands of miles away, and he still refuses to give up until now.
While resisting the magical powers of Wu Ci, Liu Changshou and others, he used his magic eyes to scan the entire battlefield and found a glimmer of hope.
"The Great Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals!"
Dan Yangsheng's eyes flashed.
The most important reason for Nanxuan's comeback lies in the reactivation of the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation". Otherwise, even if Poison Man fails, Beiming's army will not be defeated.
Now Beiming is surrounded by the "Array of Ten Thousand Immortals". On the surface, it seems that it has fallen into a point of no return, but there is a hint of a turning point.
Thinking of this, Danyang suddenly mobilized his spiritual power and shouted loudly:
"Fellow Taoists! We have been trapped in a desperate situation. Even if we want to escape, we cannot escape the barrier of the 'Ten Thousand Immortals Formation'. It is better to give it a try. As long as we defeat Nanxuan, our future cultivation resources will be endless, and you all have hope to aspire to the top."
Avenue!”
He used the power of pure Yang to transmit his voice, which stretched thousands of miles and was heard by most of the monks on the battlefield.
This is the truth. Now that the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" has been reactivated, it is like beating a dog with a closed door. The Beiming people couldn't attack back then, and they can't escape now. Rather than letting others slaughter them, it's better to fight to the death.
"Old man, you still want to resist? Bei Ming's energy has been exhausted! You can't escape today!"
The supreme demon king shouted loudly and pinched the magic formula in his hand.
As he cast the spell, the Jueqing Tower above his head rotated rapidly, releasing eighty-one rays of magic light. Each ray of magic light contained infinite killing moves, but it was his most powerful magical power: "Nine-nine Nirvana Ways!"
The immeasurable magic light fell, as if the world had changed, only the sound of magic could be heard, and the chilling air swept across all directions!
"Haha, hearing it a hundred times is not as good as seeing it once. 'Nine-nine annihilations' are nothing!"
Dan Yangsheng laughed loudly, pointed his hand, and the power of pure Yang rushed into the air, condensing into an octagonal pill furnace.
He fanned the feather fan again, and a real fire was ignited under the alchemy furnace. With a "bang!", the lid of the furnace opened, releasing a red vortex, absorbing the boundless demonic energy and the "Tower of Unfeeling".
"ah!"
The magic weapon of his life had been destroyed, even though the supreme demon king had a strong heart, he couldn't help but scream in agony, and blood flowed from all his orifices.
Looking at Dan Yangsheng again, he broke through the opponent's killing move while talking and laughing. At this time, he did not retreat but advanced. With a flash of his body, he attacked Wu Ci and Liu Changshou again.
"Watch out!"
Liu Changshou shouted loudly, took out a talisman from his sleeve, muttered something in his mouth, and then forced a drop of blood essence from his fingertips and dropped it on the talisman.
The talisman fluttered in the wind and soon landed on the black turtle's back. The black turtle's aura suddenly surged, and the whole body emitted colorful brilliance.
"Roar!"
With a roar, the Black Turtle suddenly stood in front of the two of them, and the colorful glow rushed out, like a huge hammer, hitting Dan Yangsheng hard.
At the same time, Wu Ci also pinched his fingers.
When the "Nine Revolutions of Xiaoyao Kung" is activated, one life is two, two is three, and three is endless. In the blink of an eye, tens of millions of Wu Ci appear in the sky. They turn around at the same time and strike out with a single palm.
But seeing the spiritual power as vast as the sea, coming from all directions, containing thousands of mysterious changes, it firmly locked the aura of Danyangsheng!
Faced with the combined attack of the two men, Danyang's expression remained unchanged and he burst out laughing.
He punched out with his left hand, and the power of pure Yang was like an eruption of magma. Thousands of red clouds rose into the sky, completely extinguishing the five-colored divine light on the black turtle's body.
Poor that mysterious tortoise, who had practiced with Liu Changshou for thousands of years, but could not resist the power of pure Yang. He let out a mournful cry, and then the tortoise's shell shattered and the blood of the divine tortoise spilled from the sky.
Dan Yangsheng held a feather fan in his right hand and fanned it gently. The blazing sun behind his head suddenly exploded, and a circle of ripples spread around.
Wherever it passed, the void collapsed, and all magic and magical powers were reduced to nothing. Thousands of Wu Ci couldn't stop the "scorching sun" from exploding, and they were all turned into powder in the fiery red light.
After all the "Wu Ci" dissipated, a ball of chaotic energy condensed in the void, and then a figure appeared, but it was Wu Ci himself.
But at this time, Wu Ci's hair was disheveled and his steps were staggering. He was unsteady as if he was drunk. He staggered a few steps and suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a large amount of blood!
"Hahaha! The ninth revolution is not true freedom. I have cultivated the Pure Yang Immortal Kung Fu and am free and easy under the saints. I am the true freedom!"
In the midst of laughter, Danyang Sheng used his power alone to defeat the three great masters, Liu Changshou and Wu Ci. He used his escape light to move, his body flashed, and in the blink of an eye he was above the Great Wall.
The monks guarding the city had not recovered from the shock. They were shocked when they saw a man in Confucian robes riding on the wind and clouds. He was like a raging fire and reached the top of his head in the blink of an eye!
"Quick, stop him!"
Under the command of the two Ancestors of Transformation, the soldiers guarding the city simultaneously opened the prohibition mechanism and opened the barrier to protect the city.
A layer of dark-yellow glow, thicker than the mountain, appeared above the city wall, blocking Danyangsheng's way.
Dan Yangsheng saw this, sneered, waved his feather fan, and the power of pure Yang turned into nine fairy swords, which fell from the sky at the same time.
Rumble!
Amidst the loud noise, countless ripples appeared in the air. The power of pure Yang and the power of the formation's restriction stirred up each other, creating chaotic storms one after another.
Suddenly, a crisp sound was heard, and the city wall barrier that was originally indestructible in everyone's eyes was torn open by the power of pure Yang from Danyang.
"not good!"
The power of pure Yang swept down, and thousands of soldiers guarding the city were instantly killed on the spot!
Even the two ancestors of Huajie, who had advanced cultivation levels, were vomiting blood and could not afford to wither.
Dan Yangsheng laughed loudly, held his hands in the air, tore open the city wall barrier, and then dodged his body and penetrated into the Juetian Great Wall.
His escape speed was extremely fast, and he reached the central area of the Great Wall in just an instant.
There are tens of thousands of Nanxuan monks sitting cross-legged here, all of whom are masters of formations. Since the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" was reactivated, these people have performed their respective duties and controlled the formation again.
This is the glimmer of hope Dan Yangsheng found!
Such a huge formation as the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation cannot be controlled by one person. Therefore, there is a center within the Great Wall that is dedicated to controlling formations, which gathers all the masters of formations in Nanxuan.
Even if "Xuantian Pass" is repaired, if no one controls the formation, it will still not be able to exert its due power.
Dan Yangsheng plans to use his own power to kill all the masters of formations in Nanxuan, so that the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" will return to silence, in order to help Beiming's army reverse the defeat!
This is a turning point in a desperate situation!
Although he was trapped in the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" and seemed to be in a desperate situation, what Dan Yangsheng was thinking in his heart was that he was one step closer to the center of the formation and could go straight to Huanglong!
"You guys have put in all your efforts for Nan Xuan, so just sleep here today."
Dan Yangsheng sneered, waved his sleeves, and the power of pure Yang gathered in front of him, condensing into a huge red palm print, covering tens of thousands of monks below.
Although these monks are proficient in formations, they are not good at fighting. The one with the highest level of cultivation is Zhenjun Tongxuan. How can he block Dan Yangsheng's full blow?
"No, stop him quickly!"
Wu Ci, Ji Sheng Demon Lord, and Liu Changshou were all seriously injured. They tried their best but could not catch up with Dan Yangsheng. Seeing that the other party was taking action, tens of thousands of Nanxuan's formation masters were in danger, and they could not help but turn pale.
At this moment, a catkin suddenly appeared in the air.
This catkin was insignificant compared to the big red hand, but it was not evaporated, but instead stood strangely above everyone's heads.
Of course Dan Yangsheng knew that someone was trying to stop him, but he didn't take it seriously.
"Hmph! None of the three great Yasages are my opponent. Who else in Nanxuan can stop me?"
