Looking at Yu Haoming who was gradually approaching, Meng Zhi waved the long knife in his hand.
The long knife turned into a stick of incense.
Meng Zhi looked serious.
Holding it with both hands, he spit out a mouthful of Yanghuo.
The Yang fire lit the incense, and it was immediately inserted into the crown of the hair by Meng Zhi.
The moment the incense fell, Meng Zhi's black gold robe turned into a large robe.
Make a mudra with your hands and step on the bucket.
Shaking his head and shaking his head, he muttered the words.
The spell sounded very clear at first, but after he recited it, it became more and more obscure, and finally changed from clear to mumbling and unintelligible babble.
Bba bah bah bah.
"..."
Meng Zhi's thoughts were getting faster and faster, and Gang Dou's pace was getting wider and wider.
When shaking his head, he grinned.
The fangs pierce the lips and grow out.
The long dark golden hair was dyed with a layer of scarlet.
His ordinary stature was tall.
A few moments.
It has become burly and tall.
Until he suddenly opened his eyes, the dark golden tiger eyes turned black and red.
Like the most dazzling star lighting up in the dark abyss.
"Whoaaah!"
"boom."
The large uniform on his body turned into a robe at this moment, and ten small flags behind him condensed in the illusion.
A tall figure came from the side.
That's a livid face.
The long fangs add a bit of ferocity to it, but when I look at those eyes, I just feel that this is a natural god with extraordinary divinity.
"What kind of magic is this?"
"Not sure."
"The Dharma Eye didn't see any difference, it's just..." the Venerable on the giant ship said in a deep voice.
They thought that Meng Zhi had lost all his skills and even gave up the long knife in his hand. Unexpectedly, they saw Meng Zhi's trick in the blink of an eye, turning the long knife into incense and inserting it into his hair crown.
Now the incense stick is still sending clouds of smoke.
"Ask Lu Xiang."
"Gang Dou Step."
"Please come to me?!"
Huang Hu looked at Meng Zhi's series of operations in shock.
He did not expect that he would be lucky enough to see such an authentic divine way, even more authentic than he realized. His spirit was shaken, and he trembled and murmured: "Are you one of the legendary stars?
"
Tushanjun glanced at Huanghu.
Huang Hu shut up immediately.
He realized that he had made a mistake.
If Tu Shanjun is really Xingxu, he will clarify the other party's identity by saying it, but today's spiritual practice world has long been unable to accommodate Xingxu, and even the organization has to change itself according to the deduced development of the spiritual world.
He felt that the things he heard were just exaggerations of the organization's past glory.
"Pretending to be a ghost!"
Yu Haoming sneered calmly.
The protective aura around him tightly suppressed the aura that invaded his body.
This is his personal heritage and strength.
Even if he does not rely on any external objects, he can still be invincible at the same level. The list of geniuses has been described by many people, or he relies on magical weapons, Taoist magical powers, or strange abilities, spells and ancient treasures.
He can definitely be ranked at the top of the list of geniuses without relying on anything.
Yu Haoming also sneered at the ranking.
The so-called ranking cannot be counted at all.
Some people have low rankings but have great strength.
Some people are not qualified in terms of virtue and just rely on external things to get ahead.
Who is stronger and who is weaker will have to fight to truly know.
Even if they are both Taoist geniuses, there are still differences.
Tushanjun, who had descended from the gods, came over with raised eyebrows. The black and red evil aura was like smoke clouds floating endlessly in the corners of his eyes. His eyes swept over and fixed on Yu Haoming. He didn't say anything, but just pulled out a small flag and pointed it towards the sky.
Throwing it away, the small flags penetrated into the clouds, and the evil spirit clouds in the formation surged into weapons.
"cut!"
Yu Haoming saw the weapons all over the sky.
Axes, axes, hooks and forks, swords, guns, swords and halberds, bells, monuments, coffins and coffins...
The sword was like a long river flowing through the sky, drowning the breath of his body.
The golden-white light quickly disappeared.
Yu Haoming frowned.
Why did the spiritual aura that he had suppressed just now undergo earth-shaking changes the moment this illusory figure appeared?
If the original aura of inspiration was like a pile of loose sand, then when this monk in robes and carrying ten small flags on his back appeared, it was like an iron army having a commander, and a powerful dynasty ushering in an emperor.
He is not against the formation, but against heaven and earth.
"You...are the weapon spirit of this treasure." Yu Haoming also realized at this time.
Just now, he knew that his opponent was no longer Meng Zhi, but he did not recognize who this person was. Now, at a glance, there is no one who can control the large formation like an arm and even completely control the small world, except for the weapon spirit of Zunhun Banner.
It could be someone else.
The tall red-haired devil didn't answer him.
Instead, they pulled out small flags one after another.
"Destroy."
"decline."
"exhaust."
"die."
Cut off the law, destroy the spirit, weaken the physical body, exhaust the Yang Shen,...
A moment.
Yu Haoming, who was high-spirited just now, looked like an old man in his twilight years.
The Gangqi all over the body dissipates.
Spirituality is like a small lamp that is barely lit.
The Qi and blood of the flesh and blood body declined and regressed, emitting a faint odor. This smell was different from the ordinary odor, as if it came from the bones and blood.
At this point, there is no raft to cross the sea of suffering, and the yang and yin spirits in the sea of suffering are completely exposed, and even want to escape this body.
The dying Yu Haoming looked at his body and suddenly said: "I know, Chen Jinding's Yangshen was not seduced away by him, but he left on his own."
"A body that has gone through exhaustion will be despised by the Yang God."
"Like a person in a dangerous boat, he jumps into the water anxiously."
Yu Haoming shook his head slightly.
Even if he knew the problem of the other party's magical power, he still couldn't solve it.
He underestimated the power of the Zunhun Banner. No matter whether it was a genius or a Taoist, anyone who dared to enter it would be suppressed to death.
Unless you use treasures that are far stronger than your own realm to escape, the only way to stay in the formation is to turn into blood and water.
Yu Haoming shook his head, but his expression did not change and he said: "What a pity. You were supposed to be the most powerful weapon spirit in the world, but you were trapped by the best Taoist soldiers."
There was a bit of pity in that look.
Letting a weapon spirit have the intelligence of an ordinary person, but not giving him a powerful enough body, wouldn't this be endless torture?
The weapon spirit could only watch helplessly as the monks he once assisted surpassed him, and he could do nothing but stand still.
If he, Yu Haoming, were in that position, he would feel that life would be worse than death.
The pity in his eyes disappeared.
Yu Haoming said seriously: "I am indeed not as good as you. Even if I sacrifice my Taoist body and sacred weapon, I am still no match for you."
"But it's not me who died here."
Yu Haoming's knowledge is naturally also very high. He has already seen how powerful the formation is. With these six... no, now there are seven gods in the formation, and the one who doesn't know what magic is used to control it.
Meng Zhi's weapon spirits should be the eight venerables.
It is no longer something he can break through with the help of holy weapons and Taoism.
Unless he kills one thousand enemies and loses eight hundred to kill Meng Zhi.
This method seems unrealistic at first glance.
The weapon spirit will not let him come.
Then, he needed to use a powerful enough method. He picked up the seal and said loudly: "Guanghan Holy Mirror!"
A large mirror appeared behind Yu Haoming.
The mirror is like a bright moon hanging high.
The large mirror was entrenched, and the white light shrouded Yu Haoming but could not drive away the five evils of killing on his body.
Until, a palm came out from the ripples in front of him and touched Yu Haoming's head. A tall figure in a milky white robe walked out of the mirror and stood beside Yu Haoming.
"That is?!"
"Holy Artifact Guanghan Mirror."
"The person standing next to Master Qi..."
Yu Haofeng said nothing.
The Yu family's bloodline Dao body is Guanghan Dao body, which can be borrowed from Yuehua.
Yu Haoming's Guanghan Mirror is modeled after the family's magic weapon. It is a real holy weapon. It naturally has a trace of the power of ancient treasures. When combined with the Guanghan Dao Body, it can realize the transformation between the moon body and the physical body.
"Few people have seen my moonlight body."
The tall figure behind Yu Haoming overlapped with him.
His breath also burst out at this moment.
The body that was about to die quickly came back to life, and his spiritual power also rose to a terrifying level when it was completely covered by the moon's incarnation.
"Mountainland."
"saint!"
"Although it's fake."
Yu Haoming murmured softly.
Yu Haoming can't stay in this state for long, but this is still a real improvement.
Yu Haoming looked straight ahead and said, "I developed my own magical power."
"I'm telling you in advance, I can only hold on for half a moment at most."
"Lest others say I bully people because of my family background."
"It's freezing cold!"
…
Meng Zhi, who was curled up in the sea of consciousness, was overjoyed and said quickly: "Master, we can defeat him in half an hour!"
"More than half an hour?"
Tu Shanjun said softly.
His deep gaze stared at the interior of the formation, which had been mostly soaked in cold air.
Seven gods and ghost kings, three at the peak of Nascent Soul.
And his disciple who was in the early stage of becoming a god.
Can the rest last more than half an hour?
able.
Tu Shanjun shook his head and said, "I want to defeat him."
When the words fell, Tushanjun's eyes burst out with divine light.
If he can't even defeat a fake saint, how can he defeat a real saint? Moreover, he doesn't think the Soul Reverend Banner is weak. The current Soul Reverend Banner is powerful enough!
"Even if there is no main soul sitting in charge!"
Tu Shanjun opened his palms, and five illusory little flags condensed in his hands.
"cut."
"Destroy."
"decline."
"exhaust."
"die!"
"Make me wind, fire and thunder!"
"rise."
"Bone-gnawing Yin Wind."
"Dantian Yin Fire."
"Water is dirty and thunderous."
"The three yins, filth, wind, fire and thunder enter the body."
The ten ghost kings simultaneously manifested themselves in front of the Dougong Palace above the sky.
Millions of rampant soldiers and ghost generals were also twisting their tactics and casting spells at this moment.
He printed magical powers all over the body and recited the mantra.
The sky and the earth, which were originally frozen by ice and snow, melted and turned into rainwater as if they were being run over by wheels, rushing into the mighty thunderclouds.
The last two strokes of Shifang Xiaoban appeared in Tushanjun's hands.
"Absolutely!"
"Jedi Tiantong."
"punish!"
The ghost kings from all directions took action at the same time.
"Then come on!"
Yu Haoming shouted: "Guanghantian."
"Zangyue!"
The spiritual aura of the mountain saint is like the endless mountains covering the heaven and earth, and the monstrous heavenly soldiers and gods in the distance are bombarded together.