Chapter 6540: Ten Thousand Souls Killing God Formation
The technique of the evil eye, which is also the magical power of the divine eye, is just that Yanhun's technique is extremely offensive. It can be said that the opponent's magical eye has more offensive power than Qin Fengming's Lingqing divine eye.
The magical power of the divine eyes that directly invades the mind of a monk and creates some kind of illusion is very powerful and rare.
Fortunately, Qin Fengming had a way to deal with illusions. He had comprehended a lot of psychedelic spiritual patterns in illusions back then. With his precautions, it was naturally difficult for the opponent to achieve success with this divine eye technique.
"Hey, the little guy has some skills. No wonder he was able to capture several people of the same level by himself. I Yanhun, I don't know which of them is a fellow Taoist of the same level. Please come forward and see me."
Qinghe said, Yanhun still didn't pay much attention to Qin Fengming, but looked at everyone in the Duan family, looking around.
Seeing that Yan Hun looked down on him so much, Qin Fengming was not annoyed at all. He smiled slightly and said, "There is indeed a Mahayana senior around Qin, but you are not qualified to see him."
Suddenly hearing Qin Fengming's extremely irritating words, Yan Hun's eyes showed coldness, and his whole body suddenly evaporated with a ball of energy like a raging flame. He said coldly: "Then I will kill you here.
See if you are qualified."
The flames surged suddenly, and an extremely cold wave suddenly filled the air, like ripples, slowly approaching Qin Fengming.
As the waves rippled, Qin Fengming could sense that the void suddenly made a harsh, shrill sound, as if countless knife tips were scratching across the hard steel surface, making a disturbing scream.
It seems that this sound can invade the monk's body and cut into his soul and mind.
There is a word "flame" in the name of Yanhun, which obviously means that he possesses some kind of magical flame power.
But the steaming flames that appeared at this moment were far different from ordinary demonic flames.
"Yanhun's cultivation has soul-burning demonic flames. You shouldn't be afraid of a soul that is comparable to Mahayana. But you have to be careful of his rapid body attacks." Just when Yanhun's body was steaming, a sound transmission entered Qin Fengming's ears.
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In response to Le Chan's reminder, Qin Fengming became more vigilant. Qin Fengming had encountered many soul-burning demonic flames. Some of the demonic flames had the effect of eroding the souls and thoughts of monks.
It's just that the demonic flames of Yanhun are so powerful that they can cause damage to others with just their breath.
The soul-burning demon flame can be regarded as a pure soul attack. Qin Fengming is really not afraid of soul attacks. The magic formula in his body moved slightly, and a layer of soul mist suddenly appeared around him.
In the surging mist, spiritual patterns appeared and shot out.
"Huh, if I want to sneak attack on your young master, even if you are a Mahayana man, you can't do it." Just as Lechan's message fell, a cold snort sounded on the spot. As soon as the words appeared, a palm blade suddenly broke in front of Qin Fengming.
Come out empty.
The palm blade is not big, only two or three feet in size. The palm seems to be wide and thick, but the slash flashes, and an extremely sharp air-piercing cutting power appears. Just for a moment, a spatial crack appears in the void.
The palm blade slashed downwards, with the intention of cutting Qin Fengming in half with a slash across his shoulder and back.
However, a purple light appeared out of thin air and blocked directly in front of the palm blade. Then there was a bang, the purple light rose into the sky, and the energy shock filled the air.
Qin Fengming only felt a wave of coldness hit him, and the clothes on his body immediately made a tearing sound. His skin and flesh hurt, and marks appeared.
Although the palm blade that suddenly appeared in front of him was blocked and broken by the Xuan Zi Sword, the sword wind carried by the palm blade was still extremely capable of cutting. It actually passed through Qin Fengming's protective aura and swept over him.
That is to say, Qin Fengming's physical body is strong, otherwise he would have been injured just by the sword wind.
Seeing that Qin Fengming didn't dodge Yan Hun's blow, Le Chan was so anxious that she couldn't jump out. She never imagined that Qin Fengming dared to attack Yan Hun head-on.
Not only Lechan, but Duan De and all the Duan family monks were also dumbfounded and kept their mouths shut for a long time.
Only the Hai Yi Saint Ancestor and the Red Demon looked calm and showed no signs of surprise.
"Let's see how many times you can withstand my blows!" After one blow failed, a loud shout rang out.
As the words were shouted, palm blades appeared one after another twenty or thirty feet in front of Qin Fengming. The palm blades were erratic, slashing at Qin Fengming from all directions.
In an instant, Qin Fengming's body was covered by palm blades all over the sky.
The sound of wind resounded, the light of the blade shone, and the void was suddenly filled with a crack that suddenly appeared and then quickly closed, and Qin Fengming's figure suddenly disappeared.
A loud banging sound followed, and a sharp wind immediately swept across the vast world.
Everyone in the Duan family, Saint Ancestor Haiyi, and Red Demon retreated and stayed away from this world of struggle.
"Yes, you actually withstood this wave of attacks from me. Your physical body is really far superior to people of the same level. I'm afraid your body is no less tough than fellow Taoist Mahayana Body Refining. If you continue to attack, I think you won't be able to resist it. If
If I defeat you with such an attack, I will definitely be ridiculed by my colleagues. Next, please invite that Mahayana Taoist friend to show up, and I will have a few words with him."
A voice of surprise rang out, Yanhun stood still and did not continue to attack. His eyes flashed and he looked at Qin Fengming, but there was not much anger on his face.
Yanhun knew how powerful his attack was. Even among monks of the same level, very few people were willing to stand still and let him attack. However, the mysterious level monk in front of him actually did this.
As the banging sound disappeared, Qin Fengming's figure also appeared on the scene.
At this moment, Qin Fengming's clothes were all in tatters, and his body was covered with scars. Although it was covered in blood, the injuries were obviously not too serious.
Qin Fengming's face was slightly pale, the Xuanzi Sword was floating behind him, and in his hands, he was holding a huge skeleton, which was the dragon bone.
Although a dragon bone carrying a complete innate spirit pattern was not broken at the moment, under the attack of Yanhun, it had become flashing with light and energy surged. It had obviously reached the limit that the dragon bone could withstand.
If Qin Fengming hadn't integrated the mysterious spiritual patterns on the keel, the keel would have been shattered by the flame soul's attack long ago.
Looking at the dragon bone in his hand, Qin Fengming became very afraid of Yan Hun's strength.
Yanhun only used this kind of attack and did not add any other means. If this situation continued for a while, Qin Fengming could not guarantee that he could still survive with only the dragon bone and Xuanzi Sword.
Seeing that Yanhun maintained his identity and stopped, Qin Fengming felt relieved.
His eyes flashed slightly, and a cold word came out of his mouth again: "The Mahayana man is not here, but if Qin is captured, the Mahayana man will definitely come. If you don't defeat Qin, you are not qualified to see the Mahayana man.
Yes, Mr. Qin has always heard that your Wanhun Sect is very good at enslaving ghosts and enslaving souls. I met you today and wanted to see how powerful it is."
After Qin Fengming finished speaking, his eyes suddenly showed provocation.
"Hmph, if you want to see the ghost and god skills of our Ten Thousand Souls Sect, the four of us can show you the skills without the help of our ancestors. I just wonder if you dare to enter our Ten Thousand Souls God-killing Formation?"
Before Yan Hun could speak, a shout suddenly sounded in the villa.
Shouts resounded, and the four Wanhun Sect monks who had retreated reappeared.
After hearing the words of the four people, Yan Hun's expression moved slightly, but he did not speak to stop him. Instead, he looked deeply at Qin Fengming, as if he wanted to see something from him.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, the Ten Thousand Souls God-killing Formation of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect is a combined attack formation that can gather the power of several monks to surround others. There are countless ghosts and ghosts in it that cannot be killed. They are trapped in it.
I heard about anyone who survived."
Before Qin Fengming could agree, Duan De's rapid sound transmission had already reached Qin Fengming's ears.