Following Tang Huan's loud shout, more than 30 Jindan cultivators in the air all took action. Some of them were making magic spells with their hands, some were breathing clouds and mist, and some were sacrificing their own magic weapons into the air.
At this moment, every monk used his or her special skills without holding anything back.
The originally dim underground hall suddenly became filled with light and beauty, but what was hidden in these beautiful scenes was endless murderous intent.
Without even thinking about it, Fang Liren immediately raised his palms and muttered something in his mouth. The shadow of a small mountain surrounded by purple energy gradually appeared behind him.
The hill turned from virtual to real, and there was a faint aura of auspiciousness. Facing the sky full of magic weapons and supernatural powers, it didn't have the slightest fear, but instead went in the opposite direction and rushed towards everyone.
Countless magical powers, as well as everyone's magic weapons, hit the hill surrounded by purple air one after another, making loud rumbling noises. However, the purple air hill remained motionless, and except for some cracks, there were no major cracks.
damage.
Fang Liren managed to withstand the attacks of more than 30 Jindan monks by himself!
Although everyone present had achieved the golden elixir, they had never seen such magical powers after living in Nanchui for a long time. For a moment, their eyes widened with disbelief on their faces.
Seeing that everyone's momentum was frustrated, Tang Huan immediately reached out and patted his forehead, causing a blood-red glow to appear from the back of his head.
This blood-red glow suddenly exploded in mid-air as soon as it appeared, turning into tiny streams of blood.
Liang Yan looked from behind and saw these tiny streams, numbering in the tens of thousands, floating in the air, rushing toward Fang Liren like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.
The purple hill ran across the two people, bursting out bursts of purple energy, but it could only block part of the blood flow, and the rest of the blood flow was like duckweed, floating around the purple hill gently and deftly.
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"Hey! Ten thousand blood will return to the origin! This move is not easy to provoke."
Fang Liren said "not to be trifled with", but his face was still smiling, and he even put his hands behind his back, showing no intention of taking action.
He didn't take action because the behind-the-scenes layman Wu Wen had already unsheathed his sword!
The dog-headed rogue returned the first long sword into its sheath, and then pulled out the second long sword from his waist. This long sword was surrounded by black lines. As soon as it was taken out of the sheath, it exuded an inexplicable killing aura.
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brush!
Another stabbing blow, Layman Buwen's action was simple and clear, without any superfluous move.
The sword was swung out, and countless sword energies gathered in mid-air, turning into a black evil dragon dozens of feet long!
In the roar of the evil dragon, there was endless murderous intent. Not to mention Liang Yan, all the Jindan monks present felt a chill from the bottom of their hearts and couldn't help but shiver.
hold head high!
After a dragon roar, all the blood flowing from Tang Huan was sucked into the belly of the evil dragon, and there was no trace left in the air.
His magical power was broken, and his blood aura was devoured. For a moment, he felt a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath. He couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood arrows.
"Master Butler!"
The golden elixir monks next to them were obviously panicked. They did not expect that the magical powers of these two people were so strong. Even though Tang Huantong was at the peak of the golden elixir, he could not even take two of their moves.
At this time, the layman Buwen didn't give them a chance to breathe at all. He jumped up in the air, stepped on the evil dragon, held a long knife, and whizzed at everyone.
Seeing and not hearing the layman's divine power, those Jindan monks were all timid before fighting and disrupted their own positions. They sacrificed their magic weapons one after another just to save their own lives, without any intention of cooperating.
At this moment, the layman Bu Wen was like a tiger entering the flock of sheep, slashing and slashing in the crowd. In just a few dozen moves, three Jindan realm monks fell one after another.
And Fang Liren was not idle at this moment either. He shrouded the phantom of the purple hill over the head of the layman Buwen, as if he had made a strong armor for him.
Regardless of the magical powers and spells of the people around him, they were all blocked by the purple hill. Therefore, the dog-headed wanderer had no scruples and slashed freely with the long knife in his hand, all his moves were life-threatening.
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One of the two is responsible for attacking and the other is responsible for defending. They work together perfectly!
Seeing that everyone in the Nine Nether Alliance was in danger, Li Kuang, who was recovering from meditation, suddenly gritted his teeth, opened his mouth and swallowed a pill, and the breath in his body immediately began to recover quickly.
However, a coquettish blush appeared on his face, and his whole person showed an abnormal morbidity. It was obvious that the pill just now was a powerful pill at the cost of damaging his own foundation.
However, Li Kuang didn't care about this. He jumped into the air and shouted loudly:
"Tang Huan, fellow Taoists, we must not let them destroy the blood sacrifice ceremony and quickly complete the 'Xuanyin Ghost Temple Formation'!"
Li Kuang's loud shout made all the monks of the Nine Nether Alliance slightly stunned.
The expressions on these people's faces were all different. Some were suddenly enlightened, some were slightly frowning, and some even showed a trace of fear and shrinkage.
Li Kuang saw everyone's expressions and shouted angrily: "What time has it been? Are we still not willing to work together? If the blood sacrifice ceremony is destroyed and Master Gui Si cannot unblock it, then wait until the five great sages return.
At this time, how can you survive?"
Li Kuang's words were like the straw that broke the camel's back. The monks who had been hesitant or even flinched before now made up their minds and stood behind him without saying a word.
Everyone stretched out a finger at the same time, and the next moment, it actually penetrated into their hearts in the opposite direction!
Although it was only half an inch, the skeleton magic weapon in front of them seemed to be like a hungry tiger seeing food, and its eyes actually lit up with a faint green light at the same time.
Strands of blood flowed out of the bodies of these golden elixir monks and merged into the skeleton magic weapons. They all performed the formula with one hand at the same time and murmured words in their mouths.
"No, this formation is a little weird!"
Fang Liren saw it from a distance, and his expression changed for the first time. He thrust out both palms, and huge, virtual palm prints flew out of the air. The force was so strong that it could crack mountains and crack rocks.
The layman Buwen also swung his sword at the same time, and the evil dragon under his feet roared non-stop, condensing his murderous aura into black cyclones and slashing at everyone on the opposite side.
However, the members of the Nine Nether Alliance, headed by Li Kuang and Tang Huan, seemed not to have seen their attack. They were still sitting cross-legged in mid-air, making spells with their hands while dripping their own heart blood into the skeleton magic weapon.
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Everyone's aura weakened at this moment, but above everyone's heads, a terrifying black mist emerged.
In the black mist, there were ghosts and shadows. Fang Li and Buwen Jushi's attacks were all sucked in by this black mist.
In just a moment, the black mist spread and enveloped the two monks in Wushuang City!