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"Ancestor!"
Tianshi Zhang Shuangbai, Chengyun Liu Changgong, Qingxu, Yuchen, and Mingguang all shouted out, and used their magic techniques to lift the huge surging blood waves out of the abyss, as if they were trapped in a deep pool, with only the slightest ripples.
"Hahaha……"
Yue Linyuan sat against the mountain wall with his hands on his chest, looking at his master who was swallowed up by the waves of blood, and laughed wildly, "Old man, you too have today, haha!"
On the right side, Zhang Shuangbai and others couldn't care less about the laughing old man in red robes. They all used their best spells to wildly bombard the blood wave from all around.
And above the abyss, in the flaming red mist, the old man was fighting madly with a human-shaped silhouette. He spread out his palms and sleeves and swung with such force that the earth shook the mountains. The red mist surrounding the old man was affected. , undulating back and forth. And the human form formed by the red mist did not fall behind at all. Even if the figure was dispersed by the urgent electric shock waved by the old man's sleeve, it quickly reshaped into an outline and turned into a puff of smoke that quickly flew over Yin Xuanling. The arms, shoulders, neck, and waist were entangled, and every inch of the entanglement made a corrosive hissing sound. The purple and gold robe was filled with magic power, but it still exposed holes of all sizes.
"Yin Xuanling, you should understand...in the abyss...in the red mist, I am invincible...there are thousands of souls for me to control!"
"The moment you are in the red mist, your cultivation level will be reduced..."
The mist turned into red threads, and the broad robe turned into pieces like butterflies and flew around. Yin Xuanling and his palms were connected with each other several times, and lightning flashed in all directions. The old man suddenly closed his eyes.
"The divine power of Jiuxiao, replace your eyes with the sky!"
A ray of golden light suddenly bloomed between the eyebrows, hitting the demon's figure with a bang, directly piercing the red mist, hitting the mountain wall in the distance, causing the rock to shatter and roll down.
"What kind of magic is this?"
Cheng Yun, the old Taoist outside, backed away in shock. The Celestial Master Zhang Shuangbai on one side stopped his hand in astonishment and sent a Dharma message: "Qingxu, Yuchen, please spread out. This is the lost magic of the previous Celestial Master!"
The moment a few people escaped from the red mist, a golden light shot out again. At the same time, more magical lights followed one after another, shooting out from the red mist. The next moment, Yin Xuanling's figure smashed through the mist, fell to the ground, and stumbled a few steps. Almost fell.
The spell just now consumed a lot of his mana, and what was sucked away in the red mist made it difficult for the old man to return to his previous peak. Over there, Yue Linyuan, who was laughing wildly, supported the mountain wall and slowly got up.
"Master, you are getting old, haha."
He bared his teeth and sneered, stumbled towards the blood waves suspended in the abyss, showing a bit of insanity, and stretched out his hands towards the other party: "Huiyou, you should agree with me. For more than a hundred years, I have been the one who has found sacrifices for you. Pin, you should become one with me..."
With a bang, the blood wave spread across a branch, directly knocking the staggering red-robed old man to the ground, and scratched two feet. Yue Linyuan spit out a mouthful of blood, sat up with difficulty, and stared blankly. The floating blood wave murmured: "Why?!"
The red mist turned into a human face, and in the surging mist, he looked at the figure sitting on the ground and heard dull words.
"...I don't believe you anymore...just stay here..."
Waves of blood spread out in all directions, like a sweeping tide, with a dull and ferocious aura, rushing towards everyone. Qingxu was already shouting: "Formation!" There was bright light on the left and right, and Yuchen was also already there. He started to move and stepped forward, forming a triangular formation with Qingxu as the leader, and pushed forward with a bang.
Heavenly Master Zhang Shuangbai displayed the Demonic Mirror with one hand, rushed in front of the badly worn Yin Xuanling, and controlled the magical weapon to partially block the incoming red mist. However, the red mist flowed away like a wave along the magical weapon in their hands.
"Grandmaster, do you still have some strength left?!" The Heavenly Master looked back at the old man behind him who had his eyes closed and could not speak. The latter slowly opened his eyes, grasped it with one hand, and gathered his magic power to shoot at the red mist that was diverted and gathered, and a large amount of lightning flashed.
Flashing like crazy.
However, the suspended red mist face, the comfortable enjoyment, and the overlapping sounds echoed in the cave.
"Haha... use more mana, use more mana..."
"He is devouring mana..." Qingxu shouted.
The Heavenly Master is old, but he is still the backbone of the world. He maintains the yin and yang magic mirror, looks up at the dome of the cave, and hears the sound of Dharma coming from his mouth and spreading outside.
There was a gloomy wind in the mountains, and many Taoist priests from the Tianshi Mansion and the disciples from Julinglihuo Mansion and the Second Mansion surrounding Fengming Mountain felt uneasy as they looked at the faintly shaking mountain with bursts of red aura.
At this time, they heard the voice of the Heavenly Master coming from the mountain.
It was a simple sound: "Start the formation!"
After hearing the sound, all the Taoist priests from the Tianshi Mansion took up their respective positions, offered magic arrays and spells, gathered spirits, and disciples from the Lihuo Mansion were on guard to protect the surroundings.
"The Sword Comes"
In front of each Taoist priest is a small magic array, but when hundreds of magic lights are lit up one by one around the mountain, they instantly turn into a huge formation. The moment it takes shape, it is like the whisper of the mysterious sound of the nine heavens, and the entire mountain is filled with dark winds.
It stopped suddenly, and the swaying forest and fields stopped for a moment.
The inverted whirlpool sky clouds hanging above the mountaintop stopped at this moment.
To the south of the sky and clouds, a stream of light flew across the sky. Chen Yuan grabbed the hilt of the sword and felt the magic circle set up by the Tianshi Mansion. The moon fell immediately, and the moment it fell to the ground, he stepped on the ground and spun up.
A large amount of mud debris turned into an afterimage with a swipe of the Moon Sword, and rushed straight to the foot of the mountain. As he ran, the forest and fields blocking his path were knocked down one by one by the strong wind brought by him.
"Master!"
Rushing into the cave entrance in the mountain, Chen Yuan shouted and rushed towards the opened corridor. In his field of vision, the red mist swept like a sea tide. Old Taoist Chengyun held his sword in front of his chest to resist, Qingxu
, Yuchen, Mingguang formed a formation to resist in the middle, their bodies were trembling slightly, and there was a trace of blood flowing out from their mouths and noses. On the other side, they saw the Tianshi holding a huge magic mirror to resist the impact steadily.
Red mist.
Behind the Heavenly Master, Chen Yuan saw the old man who was also casting a spell to support him. Without any unnecessary words, he pointed his sword at the human face formed by the red mist. The moon flew away in a blur. He went straight to the Heavenly Master's side and almost lifted the gold.
The greatest mana in the Dan Realm was slapped hard on the edge of the red mist.
The fog drifted for a while and then recovered quickly.
"Chen Yuan, what are you doing here?!"
At this time, Yin Xuanling also saw the disciple over there who was trying his best to resist. He shouted coldly: "Get out of here, I said. If you get involved, I will kill you!"
Chen Yuan just glanced at the master, then turned his face away, and the mana surged out again. He gritted his teeth and pressed forward. He had the power of incense, and it seemed to have a burning effect with this demonic method.
Mana surged into the palms, and at the moment of pushing, bursts of smoke rose up.
Over there, Fuyou clearly felt the burning pain, and his eyes fell on the young man who suddenly appeared with an incredible voice.
"Mortal incense... can actually hurt me?!"
The word 'I' rose sharply in the overlapping sounds, almost roaring, and the rolling red mist intensified again, all rushing towards the sudden appearance of the human being.
Tsk~
There was a soft "chi" sound, and the red mist was like a strong wind blowing in the face. The bun on Chen Yuan's head was blown away, and the rocks under his feet cracked inch by inch, sinking both of his feet.
"My Buddha is merciful! Fellow Taoist Chen, the poor monk is here to help you——"