Chapter 7280: Fairy City 49
The monster seemed to know Leng Xuan's intentions. Facing Leng Xuan's attack, it immediately spread its wings and flew into the air. Instead of fighting him recklessly, it bought time to absorb the Chiwu spirit. "Damn, what are you running for!" Leng Xuan scolded angrily and hurriedly chased after him. Although the monster beast was huge in size, as a flying beast, its speed was not slow. Moreover, the monster seemed to be teasing Leng Xuan, constantly hovering around the top of the temple.
"Leng Hall Master." At this moment, a voice came from the ground. Leng Xuan turned his eyes and saw an unfamiliar middle-aged man standing there, looking up at him.
"Do you have something to do with fellow Daoist?"
"Palace Leng, can you lend me the demon-subduing pestle?" As soon as the middle-aged man's voice came out, not only Leng Xuan, but everyone in the temple looked at him in surprise, wondering what he wanted to do with the demon-subduing pestle. use. Leng Xuan glanced at the monster and asked, "Can you stop it?"
The middle-aged man smiled indifferently and did not reply. Seeing this, Leng Xuan hesitated a little, then threw the demon-subduing pestle at the opponent. Since there is no way for him to catch up with the monster, he might as well let that person try.
As soon as the demon-subduing pestle started, a gleam of light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. Immediately afterwards, I saw the middle-aged man flying up, standing upright in the air, with his hands folded and his eyes closed. Losing the Demon Subduing pestle, Leng Xuan's strength was immediately limited, and he fell directly from the air to the ground. Raising his head and looking at the strange middle-aged man, Leng Xuan prayed to himself, hoping that he would have a way to trap the monster.
"Eight demons, listen to my orders, now!"
As the middle-aged man's voice fell, a strong purple light suddenly shot out. Immediately, one after another purple light was seen flying out, extending to eight directions. In a few breaths, the eight lines of purple light had already extended for four or five kilometers. At this time, the eight lines of purple light suddenly stopped spreading, and instead formed a group of dazzling purple lights, which were separated into eight different positions.
Immediately afterwards, the eight groups of purple light burst out suddenly, turning into eight majestic demon gods, standing in mid-air. Feeling that powerful aura, Leng Xuan couldn't help but be startled, and secretly said, "He is also a half-immortal powerhouse?" "Boy, don't you think this person is a little familiar?" Hearing what Long Lingzi said, Leng Xuan asked, "Familiar? I don't think so, do you think he is someone I know?"
"Forget it, when I didn't say it." Long Lingzi replied casually and stopped talking.
At this time, the eight demon gods with a height of dozens of meters were quickly approaching the middle. In the hands of the eight demon gods, they were holding different swords, and they were full of power.
"The demon cage, the world is trapped!"
is another eight-character spit out. In an instant, I saw the eight demon gods dancing their weapons and throwing them into the sky. When the eight blades collided together, they immediately formed a huge mask that spread out from the sky, covering the entire kilometer. At the same time, the eight demon gods did not stop moving forward, but continued to converge towards the center. As they approached, the huge mask also shrunk.
The monster trapped in the mask let out a strange cry, flapped its fleshy wings, and rushed towards the inside of the mask. However, when it hit the mask, it was immediately bounced back, and the mask was not damaged at all.