Ding Chuanli flew backwards and hit the wall of the ancestral hall.
That is to say, the material used is tough and the formation is blessing it, so it can withstand his body.
He pressed his back against the wall and forced himself to stand up.
Another mouthful of blood gushed out from his mouth, staining the clothes in front of him, and even the hair crown on his head was thrown away. In short, he was in a miserable state.
The ancestor of the Ding family looked down and saw that the black fingerprints just now had disappeared.
It's just that the black-red evil-looking armor and stomach that was originally hanging on the body was also hanging on the body like tatters.
"The golden elixir and purple talisman are indeed powerful!"
Bai received such a powerful blow, but he was only vomited out a few mouthfuls of blood due to the shock.
Ding Chuanli himself did not expect this to happen, which is enough to show Tu Shanjun's profound knowledge in the talisman array.
"Ghost cultivator?"
In addition to being surprised, he was even more confused about the origin of this golden elixir monk.
Of course, now is not the time to explore. The aura of ghosts and monsters has risen again, and the pressure has swept out. It is not as weak as before.
"Come."
The ancestor of the Ding family shouted while flipping his wrist.
The magic weapon Flying Sword that was nailed to the beam detached with a buzzing sound and fell into his hand.
The lotus platform of Jian'e began to rotate rapidly from slow to fast.
The eight-sided green light covered it again, even extending to Ding Chuanli's body.
…
The blue-and-black baby grinned, revealing its fangs.
The big red eyes stared straight at Tushanjun.
The male and female phases gradually separated, each covering half of the head on the left and right sides. The current appearance is terrifying, with the venerable phase showing no signs of breaking away from the shackles. There are four arms, two of which are holding seals, and the other two are tearing apart the shackles on the body.
net.
The green and black kid sat cross-legged on the adult's body, and the fingers of his black hands formed a tower shape when he was laughing.
The crushed male and female sages lowered their bodies.
The green-black baby seemed to be clinging to an adult, climbing from his back to his chest.
Tushanjun frowned.
Since becoming the Soul Banner, I have seen strange ghosts and monsters, but none of them are as strange as the ghosts I saw today.
With the appearance of the imp, the pressure of the ghosts has increased to a higher level.
"Be careful!" the ancestor of the Ding family exclaimed.
Tu Shanjun looked up and saw that the ghost had appeared in front of him.
When the wind was blowing, the chill had already hit before the strong wind, and hit Tushanjun's throat and heart.
"boom!"
Hit hard with a heavy fist.
The altar immediately collapsed and scattered.
The Dingfeng flag was shattered, and the mirage's shadow on the flag was bitten off by the imp.
His arms penetrated the mist and hit Tushanjun's ribs.
"Peng."
Blocking with his arms, Tu Shanjun spat out a mouthful of black-red blood, which directly drenched the ghost in front of him.
During the stalemate, the green-black baby poked Tushanjun's eyes with his fingers.
"go!"
The Green Lotus Flying Sword lay in front of Tu Shanjun, blocking a blow for him.
The ancestor of the Ding family turned his sword finger and turned the flying sword to stop the pale woman's hands.
"Blood killing, magic transformation!"
Recite the mantra and the seal will be completed.
The black and red shadow condensed into a human figure, and the black and red figure slapped the blue-black baby with one palm.
Peng.
The sound of a baby crying was heard.
However, the blood-killing ghost shadow with only 30% strength was unable to attack the ghost's tall body.
Now that the altar has been destroyed, the flag and the demonic shadow have been broken, and the wind and mist can no longer be restrained.
The violent wind soared into the sky.
Approaching him, two slender white arms grasped Tushanjun's sides fiercely.
After so many years, Tu Shanjun felt that he was no longer as joyful and angry as he was at the beginning. However, the sharp pain that penetrated him still distorted his solemn expression, and the fangs hidden in his mouth could no longer be suppressed.
His eyes, which were already as deep as a deep pool, widened, and their scarlet ghost eyes were full of fierceness.
"Japanese you..."
Tu Shanjun cursed angrily and slammed his arms on the two slender arms in front of him.
The heavy hammering sound could not stop this thing's arms.
"disease!"
The blood-killing shadow in front of him exploded.
Boom.
Only then did Tushanjun separate from the ghosts.
His body hit the wall heavily, and the formation bulged, finally being able to wrap around Tu Shanjun's figure.
"Friend Daoist Li!"
"Don't worry about me, kill him!"
The anxious shouts of the ancestor of the Ding family were greeted by Tu Shanjun's roar.
"Stewardship of the sword."
…
The strong wind that penetrated the courtyard of the ancestral hall did not shake the outermost formation, but the huge impact inside still shook the nine foundation-building monks guarding the formation, and they could not resist it for long.
"Stabilize the formation!"
"If you can't hold on, rotate it in time."
The aftermath of the battle has been contained within the rear mountain formation of Beiluoshan, so the Ding family members did not suffer much impact.
It's just that the pressure fluctuations that come out from time to time are already extraordinary, so how can they remain indifferent.
"So what happened?"
"I don't know, I just heard from my elders that it is a big deal."
"..."
…
Tushanjun staggered to his feet, his face trembling with severe pain.
Looking down, he saw ten bloody holes on both sides, and black and red blood flowed to the ground along the wounds.
Tu Shanjun is not worried about fighting the golden elixir of the Rakshasa Void Clan.
Although he seemed to be in desperate situation every time, he was convinced that he could win.
But facing this thing, Tu Shanjun is not so confident anymore. The strength of this monster has reached the middle stage of Jindan.
In a melee fight, even he is no match.
Even if you use the magic domain, you can only restrain the ghosts, but there is no way to kill them.
Such powerful consumption will only lead to slow death.
Ding Chuanli is just a new entrant into the golden elixir, and his strength is still far behind Tu Shanjun. How can he resist for too long? He can only act as a check now.
Looking back.
The darker the sky, the brighter the moonlight.
Even the moonlight penetrated the dark fog in front of me.
But Tushanjun couldn't be happy no matter what.
It's probably late now.
An hour has passed since it was completely dark.
And the dawn only lasts for two or three hours.
Once dawn comes, the strength of the ghosts in the ancestral hall will skyrocket again, and no matter how hard they try, they won't be able to stop them.
…
"Fellow Daoist Li, help." Before he could finish his words, Ding Chuanli was shot down.
His eyes were so black and blue that he could only close them tightly.
There were also a lot of wounds on his body, and bones could even be seen in one of them.
That is to say, the golden elixir monk has a strong body and has many treasure talismans to bless him, otherwise Ding Chuanli would have hated it.
"The altar rises!"
The purple talisman in Tu Shanjun's hand was swung out desperately, and he blessed the talisman armor of the ancestor of the Ding family.
The Dingfeng flag fell, and the fog-swallowing mirage monsters reunited.
I don't know if the ghosts have discovered that they are powerful, so they did not start another storm, but stood calmly under the moonlight, staring at the two people with faint eyes.
"This beast understands his own power." Ding Chuanli gritted his teeth and said.
Immediately he looked at Tu Shanjun: "Fellow Daoist Li, what do you mean?"
"I just have to give it a try."
Tu Shanjun took a deep breath, a cold chill brewing in his chest.
Take out the evil spirit of Yinhun Dan and repair your body.
The wounds on both sides healed quickly.
I want to form the seal of heaven in my hand.
It's time now, so I can only try my best.
Otherwise, procrastinating any longer will only waste Ding Xie's mana, and by the time dawn comes, he will be in a desperate situation with no chance of recovery.
…
"What a pity, it would be great if Ding Xie was a golden elixir monk." Tu Shanjun murmured in his heart.
If the banner master is not a golden elixir, the strength of the soul banner cannot be used at all. Even adding another golden elixir monk Yin Shen to fight will only make the situation more beautiful.
Tu Shanjun's eyes were firm.
The only solution for now is to use the 'Reincarnation of the Ghost King' to push his strength to the next level.
With such equal strength, there is a 30% chance of killing this ghost.
"The ghosts are in the middle stage of the golden elixir and must fight hard."
"The last method..."
Tu Shanjun sent a message to Ding Xie who was sitting guarding outside the ancestral hall.
The mana consumed by the ghost king's reincarnation is calculated based on the quality and quantity of the ghosts in the soul flag. Now a gold elixir level ghost has been added. Although the mana consumed is not as much as the two golden elixirs appearing at the same time, it is not much more, so Ding Xie must be allowed to do it.
Be prepared.
Tu Shanjun didn't know if he could win, and he was a little hesitant.
The Dao Heart rotated and immediately cut it clean.
Regardless of whether it is anxiety or uneasiness, it should not surface during wartime.
In fact, there is another method that can be used without squeezing Ding Xie.
However, once that method is used, it is estimated that the entire Beiluo Mountain will disappear, let alone these monks in the Beiluo Mountain.
…
Ding Xie outside the ancestral hall opened his eyes.
The Zunhun flag flew out, regained its height in the wind, and stood loudly behind Ding Xie.
The flags are fluttering and the soul flags are turning.
After taking two more golden elixir-level Yinhun pills, bloodshot eyes could be seen in Ding Xie's eyes, and the mana in his Dantian surged like a sea tide and was sent to the magic weapon Zunhun Banner behind him.
Sui Er.
Tu Shanjun felt the surge of power and screamed loudly: "Fellow Daoist Ding, protect me for a moment!"
"good!"
Ding Chuanli immediately made a seal: "Purple Mansion Plants Green Lotus."
The realm of law descends and drags the demons and ghosts into it.
…
"King of Ghosts,"
"Reincarnation!"
The black mist and ghostly aura around Tushanjun was vast and sweeping, sweeping back the gray mist of demons and ghosts under the moon.
The wild red hair grew wildly.
The ghost horns are majestic.
Flashing scarlet lines converged on Tushanjun's forehead, forming a virtual eye.
The vertical lines opened up, revealing a ferocious ghost boy, turning strangely.
The ancestor of the Ding family was already weak in combat, and he was new to the Golden Core. How could he be the opponent of the demons and ghosts in the middle stage of the Golden Core? He was defeated in just a moment, and even the legal realm was stabbed through.
.
When I flew out upside down, I suddenly felt the pressure lessen, and even my body stabilized.
When I looked back, I was immediately shocked.
The person standing behind him to pick him up was clearly a terrifying giant ghost.
The Tushanjun in front of me is no longer as cold as when we first met him.
The soul flag has more than 900 Yin gods added to it, and its strength has completely broken through to the middle stage of Jindan.
Tushanjun also understood that his battle could not last long.
Hand seals.
"Seal of Heaven."
"Jurisdiction."
"The gods know the realm of death!"
The black light is like a tide, turning the world upside down.
The night did not make the black light disappear at all, but became the best foil.
The demons roar under the moon.
He also sensed the danger and immediately rushed upward.
