Smoke and dust billowed across the sky, rising straight into the sky.
"Lingxi, don't let me down with the Bafang Yin Formation that I have prepared for you."
He laughed loudly, feeling indescribably high-spirited.
"Bang."
The second drop of blood explodes and is also included in the peripheral mask.
Immediately afterwards, as the third drop of blood disappeared, the four transparent air walls were officially connected in series.
No more gaps, no more flaws.
It was as solid as an iron barrel, completely covering the entire cemetery.
The sound of water flowing, trickling water silently.
From weak and inaudible to endlessly flowing, in the distance, in the countless underground cracks, there is incredible Yin Qi quietly gathering.
Different from the pure Huang Yin Qi in Suning's body, this Yin Qi was left behind by batch after batch of lonely souls and wild ghosts in the Tianshou Cemetery over the past fourteen years.
There are also things that this "Bafang Nayin Formation" has absorbed from other places over the past fourteen years, and Liu Sansheng has tried every means to integrate it.
The momentum is so great that it can be described as mighty.
The white-haired old man flew sideways and stood proudly on the roof of the guard room.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it comfortably.
After taking a deep breath, he slowly looked up at the sky, looking at the Red Luan star that caused Long Yang to leak out.
"A woman's destiny is related to that of a man, and the real dragon is the leader."
"This time, you are doomed."
"The Bafang Nayin formation is one of them, and the blood-devouring killing formations of Yunzong and Xuanmen are the other two."
"It's a pity that time is tight. Xiaomeng can't go to Buddhism."
"Otherwise, combined with the three-line killing formation, the power can be maximized."
"At that time, who can save you?"
"Even so, this ray of vitality in a desperate situation exists in name only."
"Yigou, let me deal with it."
"The most powerful weapon of Taoism is dealt with by Xuanmen."
"Then, who will stop the half-dead man of Yun Zong from taking revenge?"
"Su Xinglan is at the bottom of the Kunlun Demon Killing Pond and is delirious."
"Expecting him to help is more difficult than reaching heaven."
"Even if that brat happens to regain his consciousness, he can help you resist Yun Zong."
"Who is going to destroy this Bafang Nayin Formation again?"
"Hahahaha, Lingxi, Lingxi, my great disciple."
"There is absolutely no possibility for Master to fail in this battle."
Liu Sansheng was confident and confident about winning.
There was a cigarette in his mouth, and his right hand hanging on his waist turned violently.
His eyes fell on the light pillar of Phoenix Yin Qi given by the True Phoenix Star's induction.
"You want Yin Qi, come here, I will give you a lot of it."
"Continuous and endless."
"Catch it."
The five fingers formed into claws, grabbing at the ground from afar.
"Crash."
The Yin Qi that gathered into a river rushed towards the purple light pillar, which was unstoppable.
The Bafang Nayin Formation in Tianshou Cemetery is alive.
Really alive.
The sky and the earth changed color, and dark clouds fell.
The stars are dimmed and the storm is coming.
In every corner of China, those people from all walks of life who have been secretly watching the changes in the Hongluan Tribulation, at this moment, have an indelible look of shock on their faces.
"Who did it?"
"Who dares to deal with Kunlun at this juncture?"
"The intention is to destroy the Qi of Huang Yin. This, this is obviously to kill Lingxi and Suning who monopolize the luck of the two."
"Good means, good courage."
Some people couldn't help but admire and admire him wholeheartedly.
Some people were stunned and clucking their tongues in disbelief.
There were also people who stared blankly for a long time, unable to return to their senses.
But more often than not, it is a group of small and medium-sized forces that want to take advantage of others.
They were so excited that they looked up to the sky and screamed.
