Chapter 313 Crush
More than a hundred disciples in the late stage of Qi training simultaneously used their flying swords.
The flying sword soared into the air.
Many Qi practitioners stood in the air with flying swords on their feet.
It was also unclear whether it was the mountain-sealing formation that released hundreds of auras, or whether it was the hundreds of monks in the late stage of Qi training who combined their bodies with the formation, and the flying swords turned into the base of the formation, covering everything within a radius of dozens of miles.
Of course, the red-haired ghost cultivator happened to be in the formation.
Fireworks filled the air, mana gathered, and a red sun appeared above the ghost cultivator.
The light fell from the sky, just covering the ghost cultivator.
The cold aura was as bright as a blazing flame, and just by staying in the formation, one could feel the steaming water vapor all around, and the originally stable spiritual energy became restless.
Looking down from above, it looks like another formation of the Mountain Sealing Formation. The two sides are superimposed but distinct.
"Red Sun Golden Crow."
"Zhu Xie!"
The scorching sun above rotated, contracting on both sides, and then spread out a pair of wings that covered dozens of feet.
The Golden Crow raised its head and sounded a very penetrating chirp.
"Bah!"
The traction of the Qi machine caused the condensed Golden Crow to run straight towards the red-haired ghost cultivator who was shrouded in a beam of light.
As long as this blow falls, he will die.
This was the thought that flashed through the mind of the red-haired ghost cultivator.
This is the incarnation. If you die, you will die, and then you can use the evil spirit to condense it.
However, things are not over yet.
At least until the dust settles, he can't simply die here.
Looking at the four-armed owl nailed to the formation platform with all his hands and feet in the formation.
Looking at the people all over the mountains and plains, showing fear and panic.
The red-haired ghost cultivator raised his head.
He said indifferently: "How could my incarnation die in a place like this?"
"The realm of ignorance."
"I want to see clearly the flaws in this thing."
His eyes were closed tightly, and the ghost hand stabbed into his forehead.
Black-red blood flowed down the center of his eyebrows, forming lines covering his face. With the thrill of fighting for his life, the ghost horns on his head began to shine again.
The vertical lines between his eyebrows suddenly expanded, and black and red blood gathered into false eyeballs.
Everything in front of me seemed to be slowing down.
The movements of the blazing golden crow that flew towards it became less smooth, and the flowing energy on its body slowly appeared in front of the red-haired ghost cultivator.
He opened his eyes suddenly.
His eyes were already filled with blood, and blood was pouring out of his eyes.
The fangs in the red-haired ghost cultivator's mouth were open at this moment, and the red hair was frantic. He could only hear the roaring ghost roaring: "Give me..."
"Look at it!"
As the blood surged wildly, the qi network was clear and unmistakable.
Not only did the figure not stop, but it rushed forward.
Whether to bet on that slim chance of survival or to sit back and wait for death, he already had his own idea in his mind.
The beak of the blazing golden crow formed a sharp edge, and the aura around it gathered together.
It is better to say it is Dharma than the Golden Crow.
It is a sword technique, a magic technique, and a form-like formation.
The law is before your eyes.
"break."
The remaining ghost hand of the red-haired Taoist turned into sword light, and he rushed forward like a moth to the flame.
Bang! ! !
Smoke and dust are flying, and water vapor is evaporating.
His vision has long been blocked, and he can only rely on his spiritual sense to sense.
"do you died?"
"Probably dead."
The monks of Chiwu Sect asked and answered their own questions.
In such a powerful blow, there was no chance of survival. And even if you are lucky enough to survive, facing such a formation and facing more than a hundred Qi practitioners in formation, you can only despair.
In the sky, the figure that rushed towards the sun fell.
No life left at all.
The black robe around him was severely damaged, and most of the red hair on his head was burned to char.
But he finally died.
Finally, all the Chiwu Sect monks breathed a sigh of relief.
"No, where is his Yinshen?"
Lieyang Taoist Yin Shen, who controlled the formation, frowned suddenly. He could indeed feel that the body was lifeless, but where was Yin Shen, a foundation-building monk?
Now he is in the formation, and no matter how powerful the ghost cultivation escape technique is, he cannot escape.
Things are changing.
The lifeless body opened its eyes, and the falling body stabilized again. The strong wind blew his black robe and red hair, and the ghost horns on his forehead were as ferocious as before.
"impossible!"
The first one to scream out in surprise was the Yin God of Lieyang.
The red-haired Taoist's body was seriously injured, his vitality was almost wiped out, and he was severely injured by the formation. How could he survive.
But after all, this is the fact that happened before our eyes.
Lieyang's Yin God quickly adjusted: "Since you are not dead, then I will kill you again until you die."
"Zhu Xie!"
The beam of light came again, covering the body of the red-haired Taoist.
The golden crow, with its mana condensed, spreads its wings again.
The red-haired Taoist looked calm.
Even if he saw clearly the Golden Crow's Qi Net and struck it down, he was still killed by that blow.
If it hadn't been for the spirit demon's death-resistant technique to maintain his body, he would have fallen into the mountains and fields and been buried by earth and rocks.
If there is another blow, this body will turn into powder.
Tu Shanjun was not pessimistic. He looked at the people on Nanming Ridge, turned his voice transmission skills, and said loudly: "The people of Daheishan, my people, can you lend me your strength?"
"My seat."
"Tushanjun!"
The name of Tushanjun echoed in the ears of many people, and then they looked at the figure in the sky.
Red hair, double horns.
Cold green face.
They remembered that the person in front of them was the true king they were worshiping.
They still remember that the statue of the real king in the county was automatically restored.
"Can't it be mobilized?" Tu Shanjun sighed quietly. The power of the incense wish was very weak, and he could not get power from me. It seemed that today's battle was destined to stop here.
Tu Shanjun looked at the people in Nanming Ridge and the four-armed owl who was nailed to the formation platform.
"The true king, Lord Tushan!"
A civilian husband knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.
"Tushanjun!"
Countless civilians fell to the ground.
The surging incense and will power converge towards this incarnation.
After a while, a phantom with a divine body appeared behind Tushanjun.
The divine body of dozens of feet is like an enlarged version of Tushanjun.
Sitting cross-legged on the Dharma platform, holding the magic seal in his hand.
But compared to Tushanjun, this statue is more solemn and solemn.
It has a green face and fangs, its horns soar to the sky, and its wild red hair is like a waterfall.
Tu Shanjun suddenly shook his fist.
The divine body behind him also waved his fist.
"This punch."
"It's called 'Limin'."
boom! ! !
The Blazing Golden Crow was crushed by a punch.
The backlash force acted on more than a hundred Qi practitioners, knocking them out of the formation.
They were all vomiting blood and their faces were like gold paper.
He quickly used his magic power and took the elixir to stabilize himself.
Lieyang Yin Shen said in horror: "Demon method."
"witchcraft!"
Tu Shanjun said: "This is the power of the people of Li."
Although he doesn't understand why he has such power in the early stage of foundation building, Taoist Lieyang knows that he can't panic now. He is the backbone of all monks. Once he is in chaos, the entire situation will collapse.
He hurriedly shouted: "Stabilize the formation."
All the disciples of the Chiwu Sect held on to their injured bodies to stabilize the mountain-sealing formation.
The red-haired Taoist is just at the end of his battle, and such a terrifying secret method will definitely not last long. As long as the time of the secret method passes, they will still be the final winner.
The eyelids of the banned four-armed owl on the throne fluctuated.
He seemed to want to open his eyes.
However, the formation flag on his chest was too cruel. It not only suppressed his body and drained his mana, but also suppressed the Yin spirit in his body and made him unable to escape.
Now he felt the power that belonged exclusively to Daheishan: "Who is coming?"
…
Tushanjun in the sky spreads out the incense and wishes to form a territory.
Then, Man opened his fist.
He said in a deep voice: "Mountains, rivers, and the country are all tied to one punch!"
"Those who invade our mountains and rivers and disturb our people should be turned into powder."
A divine body of dozens of feet stood from the altar.
The majestic statue, grinning and spitting out ferocious fangs.
This punch covers the sky and the sun, and is overwhelming.
Brilliant like the mighty power of heaven.
The divine body is more like the pillar of the sky, and the wind and clouds sweep over the mountains and rivers to condense.
"break!"
"Block him."
Taoist Lieyang roared, and the spiritual creature was stimulated to the extreme.
All the disciples of Chiwu Sect also understand that if they cannot stop it, they will die.
They are afraid of death, and even fight between the two, but it is inevitable at this time.
"Sealing the Mountain Formation."
boom! ! !
The mountain sealing formation was shattered by one punch.
All the monks who reached the formation were crushed into pieces by the majestic pressure.
Just as Tu Shanjun said, everything in front of him turned to dust, the gloomy sky was condensed water vapor, but what fell was not rain, but blood.
This bloody storm ended.
I saw the broken bodies of Qi practitioners scattered across the wilderness.
The magic weapon was shattered, the talismans were broken, and the monks died together with them.
Wan Qian Qingzhuang thought they would die here too.
However, when they closed their eyes, they found that they did not feel pain.
Slowly opening his eyes, he realized that his whole body was enveloped in orange-red light.
This is of course Tushanjun's handiwork.
Use incense and aspiration for blessing and protection.
"Want to escape?"
The divine body's palms covered it and collected all the ghosts.
Even Taoist Lieyang was no exception.
If he escaped early, Tu Shanjun would really be unable to do anything to him, because this clone is really weak, and the Yin Shen Escape Technique with the presence of spiritual beings is powerful, even if the divine body appears, he cannot catch it.
However, the continuous fierce battles had exhausted the spiritual objects, so the Yin God fell into his hands.
"The Chiwu Sect will not give up. The master will definitely level the Daheishan."
"I was defeated by the magic..."
"Noisy."
Tu Shanjun sealed the clamoring Taoist Lieyang with a talisman, threw it into a bag, and put it together with the ghosts of the gathered Qi practitioners.
…
Tushanjun dragged his body riddled with holes to the altar.
He has already seen what the formation is.
Once he removes the formation flag, the Four-Armed Owl will die.
No.
In fact, the Four-Armed Owl's life was already linked to the Mountain Sealing Formation. When the formation was broken, his life was already gone.
The magic seal rotated and hit the formation flag, and then he reached out and pulled out the formation flag.
The four-armed owl suddenly opened his eyes, and the magic power around him turned him into his original form.
He could feel the life draining from him.
Yin Shen left his body and walked out, looking at the visitor in surprise: "Your Majesty!"
Tu Shanjun supported his broken body and said with a smile: "Don't lie here and sleep all the time. We still have a lot of things to do."
The four-armed owl was stunned for a moment, looked around, and choked up a little more: "Your Majesty, I...I didn't guard Lidang Mountain well."
"It's not your fault."
Tu Shanjun looked over and saw that these people still needed to deal with the aftermath.
Of course, he also has to face the revenge of that sect.
Just as Taoist Lieyang said, the other party will not give up.
But will he, Tushanjun, just give up?