Chapter 466 Magical Powers
Thousands of Taoist techniques and all kinds of exercises.
All need the blessing of cultivation.
Without fundamental cultivation, one is like a mirror, a flower in the water, a moon, or a glass cup that breaks at the touch of a touch.
I saw the black rainbow light appearing in the sky, and the overhead net had been smashed into pieces by Lingbao and turned into meteors falling down. Even the large formation that had been formed was shattered into countless cracks and gaps.
"Raise your sword!"
When the order came, more than a thousand flying swords rose into the sky.
With the blessing of the magic, the sword light turned into hundreds of thousands, which doubled in a flash, and millions of sword lights quickly filled the sword formation.
The flying sword was like a dragon and a heavy rain swept across it in an instant.
The flash of spiritual light is like a dragon and tiger rushing from above.
The huge sword array that brought together so many golden elixir masters was indeed quite capable. Although it did not hurt him at all, Tu Shanjun, who was holding the spiritual treasure, was suppressed by the dragon-tiger sword shape above.
However, it could only make Tushanjun a hundred feet shorter. Before he could reach the ground, the millions of sword lights were finally exhausted.
The net of Yimu's technique had been waiting on the ground for a long time, and before Tushanjun could take off, it blocked the Zhengang, and then countless hook-and-scythe chains flew out from the ground thorns, hooking the net that had wrapped Tushanjun into an iron ball. Yimu Taoism.
"combine."
"Sleepy."
The zombie lying on the ground picked up a corner of the chain.
The zombies of the Corpse Demon Sect are not weak in nature, and they are even more powerful. When they grabbed the chain, the huge Yimu sphere that was already flashing with light was also dragged from mid-air to the ground.
"Trapped!"
Master Earth Corpse said in surprise: "Master Xuansha, why don't you sacrifice the spiritual treasure to break the body-protecting true power of Master Yuanying?"
"No."
Before the old monster Xuan Sha expressed his desire to be happy, he stopped him. Using the spirit treasure at this time, although it would tear apart the body-protecting true aura of the True Lord Yuanying, it would also break the ground network formation that was finally formed.
This is the time to accumulate strength and perfect the upper and lower formations.
"Are we really going to join forces with the devil?" The female grandmaster of Yu Xiuchuan withdrew her disgusted gaze, and the other devil sects were fine with it. The monks of the Hehuan sect had attacked their Yu Xiuchuan many times, and the two families had long had a grudge.
Master Qingxu said categorically: "Behead the demon head first and then kill the demon cultivator. At worst, the Lingbao will be given to Master Yuyanyan as compensation for him in Yangcheng. Pindao believes that Master Yuyanyan will understand us."
There is a lot of hatred between Qingyun Temple and the Blood Evil Sect. If it weren't for the relationship between the devil and him, he would have taken action long ago.
Feng Chengyin buried his head and lowered his head. He didn't want to take action at all, but he was still a member of the monks' alliance, so he could only let the master of the sect take care of the water, not try so hard, and wait until his senior brother Jifeng Zhenren arrived.
"Hey, senior brother, why haven't you arrived yet? Old Niu Qingxu's nose is crazy, and the monk doesn't know how to stop it. The snake of the Yuling Sect had his front teeth knocked out with a punch, and he is also very angry now."
"I can't persuade anyone." Feng Chengyin hurriedly sent a message to the great master of the sect: "Don't get into a fight, just use sword control to make flying swords."
"Amitabha, the little devil is the big one when it comes to devil cultivation."
"What Master Qingxu said makes sense. Since the devil uses such a spiritual treasure, he is obviously not a good person. If he can take advantage of the opponent's weakness to kill him, it is not that he cannot cooperate with the demon cultivator." The great monk who saw and heard took the lead. People say.
"I wonder, fellow Taoist Yuling Sect...?"
"We don't have so many twists and turns. Let's just say that after Yangcheng gets the help of this Nascent Soul monster, our living space will inevitably be compressed, and countless resources will have to be given away."
"Don't forget, Master Yueyan is in great need of resources right now."
"It's great for us to be able to cooperate with the demon cultivators to suppress the opponent." The short-built monk of the Yuling Sect wore a raincoat and a cloth bag on his head, with a look of pain on his face, and he was just wailing about his own spiritual snake.
In the past, no one had the old monster Yuanying. Yangcheng's Yuyan master was strong but not Yuanying. When it came to overall strength, Yangcheng was ranked at the bottom. Now that there is the Yuanying old monster, wouldn't it mean that he will become the top sect in one fell swoop?
If Yangcheng is given more time to develop, there will be another Mo Palace that monopolizes great resources, and the Hehuan Sect that will expand its business to the world. It is even more difficult for them to become the Nascent Soul True Monarch.
When the struggle for interests becomes clear and the once low-ranking players are about to rise, they don't want to stifle opportunities like this.
The great monk who saw and heard said: "Amitabha, I see that the true king was the first to take action against the Demon Sect. The Demon Sect's people must be more eager than us, so we will try our best to help them when they have the upper hand, and stop when they are at a disadvantage."
"Hey, why don't you help when you are at a disadvantage?"
Feng Chengyin asked doubtfully. Shouldn't this help the demon cultivators when they don't have the upper hand? Otherwise, the demon cultivators will be slaughtered by the True Lord, and it will be their turn then.
"Seal the donor..."
The great monk pondered after hearing this, with a strange look on his face. He didn't know how to explain Feng Chengyin. Feng Chengyin was really spoiled by his senior brother, and he didn't even understand such a simple truth.
"All the demonic cultivators are dead. We can get a share when the resources are redistributed. If True Monarch Nascent Soul cannot withstand it, we can also divide Yang City. Such a simple truth can be understood by a three-year-old child." Yu Lingzong The Grandmaster said impatiently.
Feng Chengyin muttered: "Damn it!"
These old guys knew each other tacitly, and they all had the idea of picking up the slack.
This not only preserves the strength, but also can get a share of the pie, which is indeed enough.
He also felt that he might be settled by Qiu Hou, which was not a reliable insurance, so he asked: "But if the true king wins, wouldn't we..."
"We won't be killed. Think for yourself and don't ask everything. Where is your senior brother? Isn't he here?"
While they were communicating, they were not idle. Instead, they directed the giant ship above and the master to take action. They did not need to completely help the demon cultivator. It would not be too late for them to take action with all their strength when the situation became clearer.
The formation was about to be completed, but black light pierced the huge magic ball formed by Yimu Taoism.
Just like that.
Countless chains dance like black snakes.
The dozen or so golden-armored corpse kings were dragged over by a huge force. A tall figure in black robes held a soul flag and hit the corpse king's head with one flag. Then there were thousands of crimson spots, and the brains were pumping. To all directions.
The skull was shattered, and the teeth were shattered and scattered.
The Zombie King raised his eyes and saw the blue-grey ghost hand falling, covered with lines of magic. Within a moment, the Zombie King's head and body were balled into meat patties, refined into pure evil spirit, and poured onto the soul flag. .
The scarlet red gold on the main pole of the soul flag was soaked in pus and blood, which made it look even more monstrous. The rushing evil energy was like a gathering of rolled dragons.
No matter how resentful the demons or puppet weapons were, they all became the dead souls under Tushanjun's banners. They were refined into evil spirits and introduced into the soul banners to strengthen them. This short period of time was better than the accumulation of more than ten years.
Extremely happy!
Tu Shanjun dragged the head of a corpse, and the black blood all over his body was blocked by Zhen Gang, and then refined by the steaming mana. Standing in the big formation, looking at the master of both good and evil ways, he grinned with his green face and fangs.
This smile really chills people's hearts.
I almost lost my voice in fear.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, the Demon Sect's arrangement was smashed to pieces by Tu Shanjun. Even the zombie puppets were turned into material and became the breath of the growth of the Soul Flag.
At this moment, the newly arranged formation did not seem to be used to trap the True Lord, but rather to protect them.
Raising his head, Tushanjun crushed the corpse of the puppet next to him.
The newly acquired golden elixir ghost in the sleeve robe threw away all the soul flags. Don't those people want to see how strong he is? Then, after killing more than a hundred golden elixirs, this small wilderness can still block it. His monk?
The flags are open and fluttering.
The ghost relief paintings are lifelike.
It seems to be crawling out of the soul flag.
Tu Shanjun waved his soul flag and cast spells.
Hundreds of Ghosts at Night!
The ferocious evil ghost formed by kneading jumped out from the scarlet flag while waving the soul flag. The mist followed, the wind howled, and the vast sky and earth turned into a vast ghost ghost, and the upper and lower sides turned black.
The large formation blocking him was torn apart by the evil spirits released in less than half a breath.
Thirteen golden elixir gods appeared beside Tushanjun.
The aura of prosperity rose like a pillar of light.
In the past, Baigui Yexing, who could only release one ghost, has now become a Taoist skill comparable to supernatural powers as the soul flag has been promoted to a spiritual treasure. The kneaded evil spirits have different shapes, hidden in the mist and moving with the wind.
When Tushanjun unfolded his soul flag.
Is the terror of Lingbao's magical power truly revealed? This is also the foundation and basis for him to challenge the entire small wilderness alone.
Ten small flags appeared behind Tushanjun, who was like the reincarnated ghost king.
As the soul flag he held fell, countless evil ghosts and spirits rose into the sky.
"kill!"
The sound echoed.
The evil ghosts and ghosts were like beasts that had escaped from the dragon, tearing apart the magic seals that were about to drown Tushanjun. Because the mist was vast, the evil ghosts moved through it as if they were using escape techniques, and they were unusually fast.
Not to mention the righteous sect, even the demon sect, which was the first to take action, was frightened to the point of numbness.
In the past, I only knew that Lingbao was powerful, but because it was in the hands of the same level, it would not die despite its powerful combat power.
When the Nascent Soul Master held the Lingbao and used his magical powers, they truly saw the infinite power of the second-step monk, and the full power of the Lingbao.
They even understood where the devil's name came from.
"Zunhun... Zunhun Zhenjun."
"No, Soul-Reverent Demon Lord!"
"No matter what the outcome of today's battle is, we all know that the name of Soul Lord Demon Lord will be resounding throughout the Xiaohuang Territory." They already understood that they could not kill a Nascent Soul True Lord at all.
The only ones who can kill the True Lord Nascent Soul are other True Lords Nascent Soul.
Unless they can lay out a means to prevent True Lord Yuanying from escaping, they will not be able to stop True Lord Yuanying if he wants to leave.
"The soul flags of the Blood Evil Sect are simply incomparable. No wonder he is called the True Lord of Souls." Old Demon Yuhuan's eyes swayed slightly. He tried to sweep away the haze in his heart and took out one from his storage bag. Purple talisman.
"Comrades, don't hold anything back, show your cards, otherwise we may really die here."
"The demon king is still weak and has not recovered from the aftermath of the body snatching."
"As long as we use up all his mana, we will be alive by then."