One after another, ferocious ghost heads rushed towards the Four Symbols Tianyuan Formation, wrapped in the sinister wind and evil aura, one after another, in an endless stream, and the formation began to shake in an instant.
A flash of red light flashed, and a several-foot-long Vermillion Bird fluttered its wings in the center of the formation. As soon as it appeared, the air temperature suddenly rose a lot, and the surrounding fire aura rushed toward it crazily.
Following the command of the formation operator, Suzaku hovered in the air, inhaled sharply, and a large amount of fire spiritual energy stretched his body in a circle, and rushed towards the densest place of ghosts.
The weaker and more illusory ghost heads were charged by Suzaku and turned into a puff of smoke and dissipated. However, there were too many ghost heads, and once they died, they immediately surrounded them again.
Every time Suzaku flaps its wings, countless sparks will shoot out, hitting Guitou, like adding fuel to a fire, burning up. But after a few times, Suzaku's figure has obviously dimmed, and if it continues like this, it will not burn out.
Ghost Shadow, the fire spiritual energy will be exhausted first.
This Hundred Ghosts Night Spell is a shortened version of the Pill Formation Stage spell Ten Thousand Ghosts Howl. It was cast by two Foundation Establishment Stage monks and dozens of Qi Refining Stage disciples with formation flags, summoning more than a hundred ghosts.
The white light flashed, and a white tiger suddenly jumped out with murderous intent.
The tiger roared, and sharp white light shot out from the white tiger's body. While countless ghost figures were pierced, an unlucky masked monk in black was also shot. He let out a wailing sound, and a hole the size of a bowl appeared directly on his stomach.
, basically unable to survive.
"It's actually a complete Four Symbols Tianyuan Formation. This Bai family is really rich!"
The older of the two foundation-building monks snorted coldly when he saw this scene, "A second-level high-grade mountain-protecting array can support a small sect and act as a facade. Junior Brother Chen, the sect is giving
The information doesn’t mention anything special about the Bai family, right?”
"It's just average, not one of the families that need to be avoided. These immortal cultivating families cherish their lives the most, even if they spend all their spiritual stones on formations."
Junior Brother Chen is a little shorter in stature and speaks like a gong. "Senior Brother Shen, it's a good thing that I acted quickly. After destroying the family next door, I still have time to support you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to defeat these four phenomena on your own."
Tianyuan Array, you won’t be punished by the sect master when you return.”
"Don't be nagging, use the Xuan Yin evil spirit given by the sect master before departure to break the formation, and I will give you half of the monk's soul here!"
"Okay, senior brother has orders, of course I will obey them!"
This Junior Brother Chen had already collected more than a dozen monk souls when he wiped out another cultivating family. If he could replenish his souls here, he would be able to condense a new Hundred Ghost Banner when he returned.
For magic monks, the spells and treasures they practice are often accompanied by killing. Once you get started, your progress will be rapid.
But perhaps this approach is not favored by Heaven. The realm bottleneck of demonic monks is several times more difficult to break through than that of righteous monks, and it is easy to breed inner demons, making it difficult to embark on the true path.
Due to various restrictions, the righteous forces in the Liang Kingdom's world of immortality have always been suppressed by the demonic forces.
Although the Four Symbols Tianyuan Formation is difficult to deal with, it is not taken seriously by the two Ghost Spirit Sect foundation-building monks. If a monk of the same level presides over the formation here, the two of them will turn around and leave without saying a word, but a group of Qi Refiners
I'm a monk, just a chicken and a dog.
If it weren't for the fear of change, there would be at least five or six ways to easily break the formation.
The two of them each took out a jade bottle, used one finger of magic technique, and two jets of black essence of evil spirit were sprayed out, and they were wrapped around the formation flag. All the ghosts seemed to have taken Shiquan Dabu Pills, and they were a hundred times more energetic.
Among the leading ones, clear facial features have been differentiated on their heads, and their figures have quickly become as thick and solid as a jellyfish, and even different styles of weapons have formed on their hands.
These two mysterious evil spirits are condensed by the special magic power of the demon cultivators in the Dan Jie stage. They are equivalent to containing the essence of the magic power of the real Jie Dan, and have great effects on several demonic spells of the Ghost Spirit Sect.
Baigui Yexing received two doses of Xuan Yin evil energy, and its power increased several times.
Under the leadership of those leading ghost figures, Suzaku and White Tiger have completely fallen into the disadvantage, and their bodies have shrunk smaller and smaller.
Fortunately, the Four Symbols Tianyuan Formation flashed twice, and a black turtle appeared in the northern corner, crawling slowly; with a dragon roar, the green dragon appeared accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.
The four images appeared together, pushing the formation to its maximum limit.
At the core hub of the formation on the top of Hanxiu Peak, the second elder's eyes turned red as he removed the twelve dull middle-grade spiritual stones and replaced them with new ones. In such a short time, the Four Symbols Tianyuan Formation was like a bottomless pit.
The gold-swallowing beast ate more than fifty pieces of middle-grade spiritual stones.
The second elder's heart was bleeding. For the sake of the dead and injured clan members, and also for the sake of the family, the spiritual stones that had been accumulated for a hundred years were used up in an instant. The equivalent of more than 5,000 low-grade spiritual stones had been used.
"There are only the last twenty middle-grade spiritual stones left. The low-grade spiritual stones can't support the speed of the formation's absorption... Everyone, listen to me. Once the spiritual stones are exhausted, use your own magic power to inject into the core of the formation."
, it will be good if we can hold on for a minute longer!”
"Yes, elder!"
Bai Zichen's palm holding the iron wood crossbow was sweating a lot. It was the first time he saw a battle between immortal cultivators that was so gorgeous and so dangerous at the same time.
Whether the mountain defense formation could defend Hanxiu Peak or not, his mind went up and down with the changes in the scene, and he was on a roller coaster.
"It seems...is it blocked?"
The Suzaku exploded, the white tiger dispersed into stars, the Black Turtle crashed to the ground and was covered in rubble. Only the Azure Dragon was left, emitting a dazzling light, breaking through the hundreds of ghosts and blowing up the formation flag for more than a dozen rods, before slowly disappearing.
As the formation flag was destroyed, the remaining ghost heads lost their source of power and became dimly visible in an instant. The sun shone through the clouds and turned into wisps of blue smoke like melting snow.
Before Bai Zichen had time to rejoice at the strength of his own array, he saw the ghostly shadow coming again, and there were several sky-supporting flags covering the sky and the sun. The Four Symbols Tianyuan Array only lasted a few breaths, and was as fragile as an egg shell.
, a crack appeared, followed immediately by a second, then a third... until it suddenly disintegrated.
"The formation has been broken..." Bai Zichen said with difficulty, feeling from heaven to hell in that moment.
Without the barrier of the Four Symbols Tianyuan Formation, the fishy wind and stench immediately squeezed in, and was about to be dragged into hell by the last piece of pure land in the Bai family's land.
"Hyakki Banner!" The elder stood up with gritted teeth. The formation was broken, but it did not make him lose confidence and wait for death. "Everyone follows the plan!"
Looking at the masked monk in black rushing towards him, Bai Zichen bit the tip of his tongue hard and shouted at the top of his voice: "Everyone, shoot with crossbows!"
On the high platform, several crossbow arrows were shot out crookedly, but soon turned into hundreds of volleys, and a continuous rain of arrows blocked a small space.
The two masked monks who rushed the fastest were shot into a hornet's nest and lost their lives without even making a sound.
The masked monks in the second row had time to react, and only one of them was hit by two arrows, causing two blood flowers to roll to the side and losing their combat effectiveness. The others were unscathed.
"Change the crossbow!"
He threw away the used ironwood crossbow, picked up the new crossbow with arrows attached at his feet, took aim and fired another round.
But a burly masked monk held up a shield like a door panel and pushed it forward. Countless crossbow arrows hit the shield and could only make a tinkling sound without leaving even a single mark.
"The common people retreat to the back mountain, and the monks all go into the warehouse!"
Bai Zichen threw away the iron crossbow and ran towards the warehouse. This was the final plan arranged by the great elder.
In a short time, there were already heavy casualties on Hanxiu Peak. The Bai family monks were inferior to the sect disciples in terms of fighting experience, skills, and magical weapons. It often took three or four people to deal with one. There were also those ordinary people who had ten fireball skills.
Many people were burned to charcoal.
A breeze blew up on Hanxiu Peak, and the smell of blood spread across the entire peak. The sounds of clashing magic weapons, shouts and curses were mixed together, and people were falling every moment.
Broken limbs and broken arms can be seen everywhere on the ground. There are monks wearing black clothes and masking their faces, and most of them are members of the Bai family.
Perhaps he was too young to attract attention, so Bai Zichen successfully rushed into the warehouse deep in the bamboo forest. There were already more than a dozen tribesmen inside, and the second elder and others were lying on the ground, who had passed out from exhaustion after injecting mana into the formation.
"Does my life depend on this small stone door to protect me..."