The moment he opened the cave formation, Muratsuka felt the strong fighting energy fluctuations and murderous aura outside the Tao, and immediately flew out of the cave, standing in the sky, looking at the scene in front of him, stunned.
An old man entangled in the black mist stood in the air, controlling a group of demon souls to slaughter the monks. Each monk had no power to resist at all, and simply turned into a slaughter.
"Damn it, I dare to break into the Fire Island... slaughter the monks of my Yin-Yang Shi Shen Sect!"
Muratsu clamped his fists, and the surging spiritual energy surged out, and the strength of the later stage of the Condensation Pill was undoubtedly revealed.
As soon as he finished speaking, a red sword burning with a blazing flame appeared in Muratun's hand and flew over the sky.
"Who is your priest who dares to break into the Fire Island?"
Murasu stood in the sky, his eyes frowned together, and the flame sword in his hand burned with burning fireworks, causing distorted fluctuations in the surrounding air.
"roll!"
Mamonko frowned and turned her head to see Muratsuka standing not far away and glaring at him. With a wave of his hand, a black mist turned into a small snake and shot towards Muratsuka, leaving a misty mist in the air.
"Baga!"
The red flame sword in Muratun's hand suddenly slashed down, and a sword-qi flame cut the black mist snake that shot into Annunciation Powder, with an angry look on his face, and the other party didn't take him seriously.
"Oh? Have your strength improved?"
Zhenyuanzi glanced at him in surprise, and only then did he realize that Muraka had entered the late stage of Condensation Pill.
"Soul-Devouring Great Insect Method!"
Zhenyuanzi pinched the magic trick with both hands, and the sky and the earth suddenly changed color. The black mist wrapped around his body gathered together, forming ancient war horses and soldiers, rushing towards Murata like a sky and a ground, the horse swept into the void, and the breath surging... as if it made people fall into the ancient battlefield.
Muraka's face suddenly changed. Now, he sensed the aura emitted by the other party was a Jindan cultivator.
The overwhelming war horse knights held swords, guns, swords and halberds, like soldiers rushing to the battlefield. They swept through Murata at an extremely fast speed, and then ran forward for about hundreds of meters before they all dissipated between heaven and earth.
Muraka stood there, his eyes full of horror, unwillingness, doubt... all kinds of complex expressions. He had just stepped from the middle stage of the elixir to the late stage of the elixir, but he never expected that there was a Jindan stage cultivator hidden in the Fire Island.
Click!
The red sword in his hand made a crisp sound, and spider-like cracks appeared, and inch-long exercise fell from the air.
The wind blows!
Muratsunata seemed to have been standing in place for tens of thousands of years, and his body had long been decayed, turning into wisps of dust and floating between the heaven and earth.
When the monks surrounded by the Guihunban Formation saw this scene, their hearts became more and more desperate, their eyes were red, and they tried their best to break through the formation.
"Just because you guys want to break through my formation and dream!"
Zhenyuanzi sneered. Killing Muratsuki is as easy as crushing an ant for Zhenyuanzi. Although Zhenyuanzi does not have a complete body and is not as strong as a Jindan-stage cultivator of the same level, Muratsuki is a big difference from him after all, and he has no power to resist at all.
While controlling the formation, Mamorko cut Muratsu's space into her hands. After exploring her divine mind, she showed a hint of joy on her face, "This guy is so good!"
At this moment, thousands of dense lights and shadows appeared in the distance, rapidly coming from the sky.
"The guys from Himeji Castle are so fast!" Mamonko frowned slightly.
Although Zhenyuanzi is strong, the number of opponents is too large, among which there are many cultivators with strong strength or top-quality magic weapons.
"Second Young Master, hurry up and I can only resist them for some time." Zhen Yuanzi immediately sent a divine thought, and then stopped hiding his cultivation level, emitting the divine power of the Jindan stage cultivator.
"What's going on?"
"What a powerful aura?"
"How could such a powerful aura appear on the Fire Island, almost comparable to Lord Harui..."
"It seems to be stronger than Lord Qingming!"
"A cultivator in the Golden Pill Stage!"
In the distance, the monks flying densely were all sensation of the terrifying aura emitted from the Fire Island, and their faces were filled with shock and doubt.
"No matter who it is, you must stop him and wait until Lord Qingming comes!"
Among the crowd, a middle-aged monk shouted sternly, obviously he has a great status in the Yin-Yang Shi Shen Sect.
One sentence stabilizes people's hearts and everyone continues to fly over.
I don’t believe that thousands of people on my side can attack together, and the opponent can stop it.
"How could a monk from the Golden Pill stage appear in this Fire Island?" Akito Inoue mixed in the crowd, frowned and muttered in a low voice.
Inoue Hatoshi was among the people, and he secretly thought in his heart that he would definitely not be able to rush up. Taking advantage of the chaos of the battle, pretending to be injured and finding a place to hide is the right way.
Coming from Himeji Castle, the overwhelming army of monks shrouded the sky, moving quickly towards the Fire Island like moving dark clouds.
"kill!"
The spiritual energy of Zhenyuanzi burst out, and the seven-faced ghost-like banner instantly surged, and thousands of monsters and phantom beasts transformed into thousands of star-wheel mirrors. It seemed as if the two armies were fighting, and rushed towards the army of monks coming from Himeji Castle.
Various magics, treasures are flying in the sky, and waves of energy explosions scatter out, and the sky and the earth change color!
Inoue Hatoshi controls a silver turntable the size of a millstone. The turntable is carved with dense runes, with extremely sharp edges and turning sharply, like silver light, heading towards the phantom beasts and monsters in the sky.
War broke out all over the entire Flame Island at the same time.
The monster is disillusioned, and the monk falls!
There is no reason, the battle in the cultivation world is extremely cruel.
A monster with ferocious face and two red eyes flew towards the Inoue of Bifumi.
A trace of cunning flashed through Inoue's eyes, and the silver plate flew back sharply, turning into a silver light, instantly splitting the monster from it and turning into a cloud of mist.
"ah……"
Akito Inoue let out a scream and fell downwards.
"June Bian!" A monk nearby frowned and shouted.
"Help me take revenge..." Bian Yu's mouth spurted blood and the man quickly fell into the forest.
However, a trace of splendor flashed in the eyes of Inoue Edou, who had just fallen down, and he didn't look like he was about to die just now.
"These fools have such high strength. They just need to be cannon fodder when they go up. I'll wait for Lord Qingming to come."
Inoue Hatomi snorted softly and quickly rushed towards the volcano. Now he just found a place to hide and wait until the battle is over before going out.
At the crater, Zhuo Bufan's eyes were covered with bloodshots, his muscles were tightly tight, and his arms and forehead were bulging out.
"Come out for me..."
Zhuo Bufan bit his steel teeth, almost shattering his teeth. His whole body was twisted into a stream of strength. His clothes were shooked into pieces by the violent spiritual energy, revealing his body with smooth lines. The eight scarlet vines about a hundred meters long danced in the air like tentacles.
finally.
The agility of the flame located below the crater is shaken!