But in an instant, the figure disappeared into the smoke again...
Quiet, complete quiet...
It seems that the black shadow just now was more like a coincidence when the smoke dispersed.
The group of old monks on the top of the cliff frowned and stared at the scene through the hanging mirror, trying to find traces of Han Sanqian or Fowei Tianlong.
Everyone is eager to know the answer...
The breeze blew, the dust and smoke dispersed slightly, and the shadow of a huge dragon slowly appeared in front of everyone. The dragon's body stood slightly, like a divine dragon on the ground patrolling the heaven and earth, very proud and domineering.
The dragon's head was slightly raised. Under the dragon's claws, Han Sanqian's body was like a dead dog, tightly held to the ground by the dragon's claws. Almost all the dust on the ground was stuck to Han Sanqian's body, making him look like a dead dog.
It looks extremely dirty.
Han Sanqian's entire face was almost bloody, mixed with mud, and his true face was completely unclear.
"Haha, hahahahaha!" Seeing this, the old monk's heart was completely relieved, and he laughed wildly and wildly.
"Fuck, let this kid drive me crazy. Are you crazy now?"
"Isn't it difficult to pull just now? Now under the Buddha's mighty dragon, aren't you like a dead dog? You even pretended to want to play with us. You should get up. Grandpa is still waiting for you to play with me.
Woolen cloth!"
"What a bullshit demon god, what a piece of rubbish Han Sanqian, he boasts so much that he is so amazing. From my point of view, he is just a loser. I'm afraid all the damn people outside who boast about him are paid for by him!"
The old monk was relieved, but naturally the group of disciples turned from worry to arrogance.
Ming Yu finally closed her eyes slightly and let out a long breath.
Although she had seen the abilities of these monks before, she also knew Han Sanqian's abilities well, so Ming Yu was not sure who could win.
Now, everything has fallen to the ground, and her hanging heart is finally relieved.
"Huh!" Ming Yu breathed out, feeling much calmer.
To a certain extent, these people are indeed arrogant.
Sixty-six golden dragons mixed with one Buddha-mighty heavenly dragon are simply overbearing to the point of no end.
If someone looks closely, they can even find that the entire bottom of the canyon has sunk by nearly ten centimeters due to the Tianlong impact.
It is conceivable that the impact force of this Tianlong is so huge. If it were anyone else, it would probably be worse than Han Sanqian, and he would be shattered to pieces on the spot.
"Master, recite the soul curse." Ming Yu said softly at this time.
"You're still reciting a nonsense soul-reviving curse now. Didn't you see that Han Sanqian is already dead?" the middle-aged monk said dissatisfied.
The soul-raising curse is almost like the soul-refining formation, which requires a lot of energy from the disciples and the old monk. The middle-aged monk is naturally dissatisfied with Ming Yu's opinion.
"Yes, they say Haenyeo are extremely domineering and ruthless. Why are they so timid now? Is it possible that some people were scared out of their wits by Han Sanqian?" Some monks immediately echoed the middle-aged monk's words and mocked coldly.
road.
"Master, it is better to be cautious. We are not dealing with ordinary people, but Han Sanqian. Don't forget that Han Sanqian has special defense equipment." Ming Yu lazily ignored the taunts of these monks.
He said to the old monk seriously.
Upon hearing this, the old monk raised his hand in time to stop the nonsense of his disciples and nodded: "Before going down the cliff, I did test Han Sanqian with that purple and gold cassock. Before the boy went down, he put all the clothes on his body.
Show me the purple gold armor."
"Immortal Xuan Armor." Ming Yu said coldly.
The old monk took a deep breath and finally nodded: "The purple light is rugged, and the mysterious armor can be hidden or revealed. It is indeed the immortal mysterious armor he talked about."
"Everyone in the world cannot attack him, and they are all defeated by this ancient divine armor hidden in the body. After many melees, I don't know how many people have suffered from these secret losses." The old monk sighed helplessly.
Ming Yu nodded. Since Han Sanqian was protected by the immortal mysterious armor, this could also explain why this guy could remain immortal despite being beaten by thousands of people at the feet of the Void Sect.
And in many battles, Ming Yu's abnormal defense can be seen.
"So, we can't continue to suffer these hidden losses." Ming Yu said.
The old monk nodded: "Yes."
"The heroes in the world are defeated by him. Many of them are unable to defeat this guy's defense. In addition, he has the magic power of Wuxiang that can reverse yin and yang, so that when people attack him, they feel abnormally collapsed and their mood collapses. Ignorant people
It’s understandable, but if we know he has all this and still suffer a loss, that would be silly.”
"Buzzy!"
Hearing the master's call, the middle-aged disciple endured helplessness and said: "Disciple is here."
"Inform everyone and prepare to cast a soul curse to strip away Han Sanqian's soul so that he has no chance of survival." The old monk said in a deep voice.
"Master, it's not necessary. We have already been struggling for a long time. This has already killed Han Sanqian directly. Why bother? You also know that the soul-raising curse, a great method that strips away the body and soul of a person, has
It's against God's punishment. We have already worked hard enough. If we have to deal with these things, I won't even mention it if I am tired. It's all..." The middle-aged monk Bu Chi was extremely depressed and had a lot of resentment, but he never dared to show it.
The soul-raising curse is a forbidden curse that goes against the laws of heaven. Although it is not as powerful as the Buddha's Mighty Heavenly Dragon and the Demon Refining Formation, this method is very sinister.
It is precisely because it is too yin that the caster almost sacrifices his own yang life to support this forbidden technique.
Setting up the formation now meant that the disciples' lifespan would be wasted. Naturally, the middle-aged monks and others had some complaints in their hearts.
After all, for them, it is just superfluous and superfluous. The master clearly does it for his own selfish desires and to make himself feel at ease, but does not care about the safety of his disciples.
"What? Even my words have no effect, right?" The old monk immediately said dissatisfied after hearing this.
Even though he was unhappy, facing his master like this, the middle-aged monk had no choice but to lower his head: "I don't dare, I will go and make arrangements now."
After speaking, the middle-aged monk retreated.
A moment later, with the sound of a suona, one hundred and seven Buddhist flags outside were suddenly removed, followed closely by one hundred and seven small black flags.
Engraved on the flag is an extremely strange rune.
It looks like the mouth of a devil and the eyes of a monster.
"Get into formation!"
As the old monk gave the order and waved the flag, the color of the sky and the earth suddenly changed. Dark clouds came, lightning flashed and thunder, and the whole world was mixed into darkness.
boom!
Suddenly, there was a thunderous roar, and a bolt of lightning struck from the sky. Suddenly, a black air floated out of Han Sanqian's body, turning into an extremely huge figure and rising from the top of the cliff, pulling almost all over the entire valley.
