The Taoist Venerable holds a seven-feather fan. When he flaps the seven-feather fan, the divine energy is emitted and the majestic aura permeates the whole body, making it difficult for the Yin Qi of the formation to invade.
Compared with other sages, the moral venerable did not move an inch in the formation after protecting himself.
Spells are means, and formations are naturally also means.
It's the same method, so it's impossible not to let Hong Ku use it.
Once he stepped into the formation, this was the reason why Lord Dao allowed Hong Ku to challenge for the position of venerable master.
Hongku on one side had a geographical advantage, while the four venerables had a numerical advantage. In this battle, the balance of victory was not entirely in favor of one side.
The Moral Master is also good at formations. If you go to his Moral Palace, he can make Hong Ku experience more powerful formations.
Precisely because he understood the formation, Master Daode did not move a step.
He can orient himself accurately without moving, and once he has the positioning reference of the Five Ghosts, this formation will no longer hinder him.
"Moral Lord, good baby!"
On the side of the front room, a string of bells kept ringing, making an annoying sound.
The Moral Master stood firm in all directions, the seven-feathered fan in his hand was constantly beating, and the blows of the flames repeled every poisonous snake that invaded his body.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that the five-step poison smoke count was a little too accurate.
But this time, his students were not dead yet, but came back with enough help.
The pungent smell of burnt wood came, and the moral venerable frowned slightly.
Without extremely violent attacks, he can be called the frontal nemesis of many conjuration practitioners.
"This is a low-level poison technique," said the Taoist Venerable with a livid face.
Compared with Wuchao's snake-head curse, the body of the poisonous snake condensed by each snake-head curse of Hongku was like steel. When it hit and bit his body, it made bursts of gold and iron sounds.
He touched his nostrils, and when he retracted his hand, he saw that it was covered in black blood.
However, the deaths of those students in the past did not trigger the backstage to hold the Holy Land accountable, and no backstage dared to come to the Holy Land to seek justice, nor did Hong Ku get the chance to find the person behind the scenes.
At the door of the wing, an old man with almost no hair or hair appeared.
Whenever he is bitten by a venomous snake, the violent poison of the spell will inevitably invade his body quickly.
As long as he holds the precious fan in his hand, Venerable Daode is not afraid of any Venerable except Venerable Lei, and this obviously includes spellcasters like Hong Ku.
He fanned the flames, and various charms spread out, and the magnificent aura filled the whole body. The aura of the great cultivator continued to suppress the four directions, and cooperated with the flames to destroy these terrible poisonous snakes.
As he staggered forward, he also pointed to the fan and a large jar the young man was holding.
In terms of enrollment resources, he has indeed kept the most talented students in his hands over the years.
Before he finished speaking, a voice came.
Hongku felt that these two students were very good. As long as they survived this disaster, it would be difficult for students with this kind of mentality to die in the future.
A count sounded in Zhang Xuezhou's heart.
But compared to the speed of sound, there are other things that are faster.
The huge group of snakes are so densely packed in a small space that there is no place for them to step on.
No one can easily ascend to the position of the venerable without showing some impressive skills.
"The Snake King has appeared, Hongku, are you really trying to destroy your own spell for the sake of becoming a sage?" Venerable Daode said: "You must know that my seven-colored feather fan is specially designed to defeat evil spells.
, your snake head curse will be completely destroyed in front of my precious fan!"
If you want to guide the power of the formation, you must follow the rules of the formation's operation. This is not a change that Hongku can make at will, and Hongku cannot modify the rules of a formation.
The Taoist Venerable fan fanned out with great force, making a constant squeaking sound as the venom and flames collided.
But the moral sage was immediately shocked.
"Winning is a good skill." Hongku nodded and said: "After all, I almost fell to this method today. I didn't expect you to be more unbearable than me!"
After five steps, the moral saint's nose and eyes were filled with blood, and his body fell straight down.
Three sword lights flashed and sinister screams sounded, and the moral venerable couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
The Taoist Master controlled the burning fan and narrated the relevant content in his mouth to see if he could dissuade Hongku from not turning back.
Some fell from the air, some came out of the ground, some flapped their wings and flew in, and most of them came from the ground wandering from the southeast, northwest and northwest.
Under the eaves, pieces of spiritual tablets were constantly flipping over, creating waves of turbulence.
Hong took a long look at Zhang Xuezhou, then looked at the tiny hair wrapped around Zhang Xuezhou's waist, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Every time he stepped down, the moral venerable man nodded slightly.
The moral venerable seven-feathered fan fanned fiercely, and the infinite flames continued to burn these cursed snakes.
As long as you know the rules of the five ghosts blowing up the evil winds in the five directions of southeast, northwest and north, the moral sage can safely avoid this evil wind that confuses the mind and invades the body, and finally steps out of this formation.
In the big jar, there are still a bunch of brown lumps burning. Wisps of black smoke are mixed in the air, and are constantly mixed into the scorched smell caused by the snake head curse. Along with the breeze caused by the fan, the breeze is constantly blowing.
To the moral lord.
Zhang Xuezhou, who was supporting Hong Ku, looked at the moral venerable with a sad face.
The flames flew into the sky and wrapped around the snake king, causing bursts of stench to burn. The moral venerable shook his head slightly.
"go!"
Hongku doesn't care if his magic is broken, and the moral sage doesn't care either.
"You bitch, now you know how ruthless your methods are in planning to kill your division!"
As a variant of the Five Tigers and Herds of Sheep Formation, although the power of the Five Ghosts and Yinfeng Sword Formation is different, the rules are the same as those of the Five Tigers and Herds of Sheep Formation.
"Okay, I have difficulty moving, just come over and detoxify!"
When a poisonous python nearly three feet long appeared, the Taoist Venerable narrowed his eyes slightly.
The Moral Master shook his seven-feather fan, and seven feathers of different colors spread out, and flames rose from each feather.
As long as Hongku swears not to climb to the position of a venerable and is willing to sincerely teach his disciples, many sages can still tolerate each other's existence.
He opened a fan to the front room, and the flames on the feathers immediately left the fan and turned into overwhelming flames.
"Master Hongku, is this really going to fall in five steps?"
The huge snake king exhaled a foul breath, and the venom fell like a rain of flowers from the sky.
He glanced at it and immediately began to move.
The moral leader responded without hesitation.
If it weren't for the treasure fan in his hand, the Taoist Venerable felt that he would be in trouble today. It would be difficult to rely on his own spells to deal with Hongku's lose-lose strategy.
In the past, Zhang Xuezhou's unintentional behavior turned into intentional, and in the later period, Wuchao counterattacked and killed him.
He stretched out his hand and pinched his fingers, taking one step at a time.
"I admit defeat and am willing to step down from my position as a venerable person. I hope you can detoxify me!" the moral venerable said solemnly.
He chatted a lot with Master Sanxiao, and he knew very well that Master Sanxiao had a high probability of defeating the five ghosts guarding the formation.
Hong Ku's tragic end obviously greatly confused the Venerable. Seeing the Venerable Daode wipe away the nosebleed and take steps, Zhang Xuezhou could only count down the time.
Even if one party can be eradicated, the moral sage can clearly understand the operation of this formation.
He relied on the support of a young man with a sad face to walk out slowly, and every step seemed laborious.
Halfway through his words, he suddenly saw a trace of blood falling.
"Fire defeats spells, but fire cannot defeat smoke. Haven't you noticed that there is something special about the unpleasant smell produced after my spell snakes are defeated?"
"My seven-colored feathered treasure fan contains fire in the wood, fire in the stone, fire in the air, samadhi fire, human fire. All kinds of flames can overcome all kinds of evil spells in direct confrontation. No matter how high your snake head spell is, see
I got this..."
"The source is..."
After all, Hongku is also an extremely important part of the Holy Land.
He is the sheep in the formation, but as long as he finds the right path, he can avoid the killing tiger.
One step, two steps...
He knew very well what would happen if the Hong Ku Curse was broken.
After taking a few steps, the Taoist Master suddenly saw the eaves of Hongku Villa.
The rules of the formation's operation were exactly the same as his calculations.
In this battle, Hong Ku suffered a complete defeat.
When thousands of green and venomous snakes stared at him, the moral venerable man could not help but feel his scalp numb.
Gray-white venomous snakes emerged from all directions.
Hong nodded painstakingly.
But this is the battle of the Lords.
According to Hongku's violent use of the Snake Head Curse, the opponent would almost break the spell with this wave.
"retreat!"
But when faced with the spells of a great cultivator of supernatural powers, he did not dare to take them lightly. Even if the flames caught on his clothes, the moral sage must burn these spell snakes cleanly.
The moral venerable stretched out his hand, only to see the blood quickly turning black in his hand.
He focused his gaze on the center of the Five Ghost Yin Feng Sword Formation.
In that place, Wuchao was still lying there half-dead.
But next to Wuchao, a woman in white stood pretty, and a colorful cloth umbrella covered her head, constantly emitting colorful brilliance to resist the cold wind.