Accompanied by the demonic voice of the blood-turned-witch, a bloody river rushed towards Ziyang Mountain, shattering everything and obliterating everything.
Boom boom boom!
At this moment, Ziyang Mountain is trembling, as if a giant beast is awakening, blooming with a trace of terrifying pressure. The six nearby peaks are also trembling, and the killing array embedded in the mountains is also slowly moving.
Activated.
The seven peaks are connected to each other, and the spiritual energy from the underground spiritual veins is extracted and circulated into the formation.
Stab!
Stab!
A purple light film rose up, taking on a semicircular shape, like an upside-down bowl, resisting the oncoming blood-colored river.
At this moment, with the sound of a sword, a huge picture scroll appeared in the void. There was a woman in the picture, with a soft figure and long silky hair. There were white clouds at her feet. The whole person looked ethereal and illusory.
It’s unreal to the outside world.
Around the scroll, ninety-nine swords appeared, with bright blades, like autumn water, thunder and lightning.
Tsk!
Along with the violent sound, the picture scroll was rotating, and the power of the ninety-nine swords was expanding, sweeping around like a wave of water, spreading to a land of ten miles. In an instant, the swords were densely packed, like a strong wind sweeping across.
Come and drown the blood-turned-witch.
The blood-turned-witch let out a long roar, as if Shura from hell had descended.
Riding the bloody river, it turned into a rolling wave and swept towards the sword formation.
The river of blood and the sword collided together, and their magic powers were consuming each other, just like water and fire fighting each other, it was up to them to see who could hold on longer.
"The river of blood is filthy and corrodes the magic weapon!"
The blood-changing witch holds the seal in her hand. Along with the changes in the seal, the blood river is rolling, containing the evil spirit, the destruction spirit, the death spirit, the destruction spirit, the killing spirit, the sinking spirit, etc.
Wait, they all burst out and eroded towards the ninety-nine flying swords.
There is filth in the blood river, which is designed to corrode and break the restrictions in magic weapons.
The scroll is rotating, and the ninety-nine flying swords are also changing their formations, absorbing the power of the blood river and tempering the sword's edge.
Within three breaths of the confrontation, the river of blood shrank by a large margin.
The sword array was in motion, and the ninety-nine swords seemed chaotic, but they formed a terrifying sword array, covering the blood-turned-witch. The swords stabbed at her graceful and beautiful body one after another.
"Blood River Transformation!"
The blood transformation witch stimulates the blood river, which shrinks and changes, and finally turns into a set of armor attached to the body.
The armor is bloody, and there is a bloody lotus in the center of the armor.
brush!
The blood-turned-witch stepped on the void, her footsteps making violent sounds, like war drums roaring, making a buzzing sound.
The body surged, as if magma was rolling, and the energy smoke rose up, like a female war goddess punching the flying sword. The flying sword could not withstand the violent force and broke abruptly. But the next moment, it was again
A flying sword came to assassinate him.
boom!
Another punch blew up a flying sword.
But at this moment, another flying sword stabbed him.
One after another, one after another, one after another, the assassinations came one after another.
Continuous and constant killing.
But the blood-turned-witch is also very tough, punching one after another, crushing the flying sword.
One after another, the flying swords were broken into pieces.
But the broken flying sword quickly recovered and came for another assassination.
The flying sword is constantly collapsing, but it is constantly recovering.
It seems to be continuous and trapped in it.
kill!
At this moment, the Bone Demon Lord shouted loudly and drove the White House Palace onto the impact formation, which was shaking violently.
Under the violent impact, Ziyang Shanzai's formation almost shattered.
The White House Palace was subject to counterattacks and kept retreating.
"Jin Xi, I lack a jade corpse, so I can use your corpse as a specimen!" The Black Corpse Demon Lord sneered, and the corpse control flag in his hand continued to grow in size, becoming ten feet in size, carrying
It hit with huge force.
Boom boom boom!
The purple light flashed as it hit the formation, and the energy of the formation was being consumed violently.
The three golden elixir demon cultivators each used their own methods to attack Ziyang Mountain forcefully, consuming the energy of the formation. The formation was shaking violently, teetering on the verge of collapse, and seemed to be broken at any time.
It seemed that the next moment, it was broken into pieces.
"It's over! We're going to die!"
"These are three golden elixir demon cultivators. Although Patriarch Jin is powerful, how can they defeat one against three? When it comes to the golden elixir realm, no one is any worse than the other!"
"It's a pity that the outside is blocked, so we can't spread the news!"
"Haha, I'm going to die here!"
"Ziyang Mountain is unlucky. The Lu family was wiped out decades ago, and now it's about to be wiped out again!"
Suddenly, the monks on Ziyang Mountain were panicking, fearful, and uneasy.
Some monks tried to send messages and used flying swords to send messages, but they flew outside and landed on the ground. Some monks activated the transmission symbols to send messages, but they were blocked. Various ways were used to send messages to the outside world.
News, the results have failed one after another.
Later, I fell into panic.
"What are you afraid of? The ancestor is in charge of everything!" At this moment, Long Xuan's terrifying aura spread, and her voice spread in all directions, "If the ancestor dies, you don't want to live. By then, death will be
Extremely extravagant. Being among the three demonic cultivators in the case, being reduced to blood food is the best outcome, lest the corpse be turned into a zombie or become nourishment for the bone relics."
"You listen to my orders and form a battle formation. You can fight against the Jindan monks one or two times. Even if you can't win, you can still contain the enemy for one or two times. If there is anyone who doesn't follow, I will kill them!"
Long Xuan began to order everyone and arrange the battle formation.
The battle formation is just the simplest form of warfare, with limited power and a serious lack of combat effectiveness. But it is still more powerful than a bunch of scattered sand being massacred by Golden Core monks.
At least before dying, you can struggle and resist, so that you can die with dignity.
"I will wait for nature and follow Sister Long's arrangements!"
Ye Xue said.
"Of course, if you want to kill me, you will always have to pay the price!"
Another second-generation cultivator spoke.
"The demonic cultivators are attacking. We will work together to fight the crisis together!"
Another monk from Zifu spoke.
No matter how unruly they are, they still choose to remain silent; even those who are second-generation cultivators and those with profound backgrounds choose to obey Long Xuan.
At normal times, when I contradict Lord Long Xuan, this Lord will still reason with me and convince others with reason; now when the demonic cultivator attacks me, if I try hard to resist, I will deserve to be chopped off.
Even if he dies, he will not be able to live in peace, as he will be accused of colluding with demon cultivators.