"I don't know how many fellow daoists like me who are stuck in the mid-stage of fusion among the monsters. But those who can break through to the later stage are just a few of them. If I remember correctly, Fellow Daoist Han should It hasn't been long since I entered the mid-stage realm. It's too fast to hit the bottleneck of the later stage. This kind of cultivation speed is a bit too monstrous. Even the famous and legendary characters of our clan in ancient times are probably nothing more than that. Zen Master Jin Yue nodded, completely agreeing with the silver-haired old man.
"But it is because Fellow Daoist Han's talent is so amazing that this step is even more difficult to cross. After all, in such a short period of time, Fellow Daoist Han's foundation is too shallow, which will increase the difficulty of hitting the bottleneck." The silver-haired old man's eyes are slightly Said with a squint.
"Hehe, all of these are just speculations by you and me. We have to wait and see what the specific result will be. Fellow Daoist Han may surprise you and me!" Zen Master Jin Yue replied with a chuckle.
"I hope so! If there is one more late-stage monk in this city, I will be a lot easier in the decisive battle with the demons. And with the supernatural power of Han Daoyou, it is comparable to a late-stage monk in the middle stage. One step, I am afraid that the incarnations of the ancestors of the demon race can also fight." The silver-haired old man said after a while.
"Well, before the main body of the demon ancestor descended, his incarnation is the top-level existence of the demon army. If Fellow Daoist Han really has a way to entangle him, we can give up the original plan and concentrate on dealing with those demons first. I am the lord of the family." Hearing this, Chan Master Jin Yue's eyes flashed coldly.
The silver-haired old man nodded, but didn't say anything, and turned his gaze to the distant sky.
At this time, the fire cloud in the sky had turned into a sea of red, covering most of the sky under it.
And the gorgeous glow below the fire cloud began to condense into groups, turning into colorful giant runes, floating lightly in the sky, blooming with dazzling light.
At the next moment, these runes were suddenly shaken, and suddenly rushed straight to the fire cloud above, as if they were going to pierce through directly.
The fire cloud hummed loudly and rolled over more violently. As soon as those giant runes touched the cloud, they immediately made a strange "sizzling" sound, and then trembled and shattered one after another.
These runes were actually pressed under the cloud by Huo Yun, and it was impossible to break out even a little bit.
A cold snort suddenly echoed throughout the void, followed by a flash of blue light in the void, and a vague figure with a height of 1000 meters flashed out, and rushed into the void with a expressionless face and tapped several times.
After a burst of invisible ripples in the space, the giant runes condensed more than ten times faster than before.
Millions of runes actually took shape and appeared in a few breaths, and rushed to the high place again like a tide.
That Huoyun didn't know what was so mysterious about it, even in the face of the surge of runes, it was as stable as Mount Tai and still blocked it.
However, both the fire cloud and the giant rune continued to expand at an astonishing speed, as if there would be no limit.
But the huge phantom seemed to be a little impatient, suddenly moved an arm, and hit the red cloud from afar.
Although it seemed to be just a phantom, but when this punch was struck, there was a loud noise like thunder.
The cyan figure collapsed and annihilated in a flash, but an invisible force easily submerged into the fire cloud, and then burst open again.
After a continuous burst of "rumbling", a fire cloud disappeared out of thin air, and a huge hole with a diameter of more than a hundred feet appeared.
Part of the runes flew out of the gap at once, and the fire cloud flashed, and the gap was closed again as before.
The flying runes condensed into a group in an instant, vaguely forming another giant rune the size of an acre.
As soon as the light flashed, the rune gradually became clear, and it was about to be directly transformed into a physical form!
But at this critical moment, thunder and lightning suddenly flashed above the fire cloud, and the billowing black clouds condensed out of thin air, turning into black giant dragons indistinctly. Then the thunder roared!
A dodgy thick silver arc emerged from the surface of the dragon, intertwined and flickering, so amazing!
"It turned out to be ninety-nine and eighty-one. It's incredible! I remember that in the late-stage calamity that senior passed through, only thirty-six thunder dragons were attracted. Daoist Han's late-stage calamity actually attracted such There are so many, this is too unbelievable!" Seeing this, Zen Master Jin Yue couldn't help but let out a low cry.
Seeing this situation, the silver-haired old man also had a flash of shock in his eyes, but he said calmly: "The calamity of the late stage is so severe, and I don't know how fellow Daoist Han will deal with it. If one is not good, not only will he not be able to advance to the stage of the late stage, but his own vitality will be damaged." It's a big loss. It's a pity that outsiders like Heavenly Tribulation can't intervene. Otherwise, with my help, Fellow Daoist Han may still have hope."
The old man seemed to have decided that Han Li would not be able to survive this calamity!
"Brother Gu, don't worry too much. Since Fellow Daoist Han chose to hit the bottleneck in the later stage at this time, he should be sure. I'll wait and see before we talk." Zen Master Jin Yue took a light breath, and said solemnly.
As if to confirm the monk's words, there was a thunderbolt in the clear sky!
Dozens of golden electric lights as thick as a water tank shot out from below, and with a single flash, they directly pierced through the rune fire cloud and hit those giant black dragons hard.
The roar is loud!
Where the golden light passed, huge holes appeared out of nowhere in the huge body of the black dragon, and the silver arcs wrapped around its body were sucked up by the golden light like a dragon returning to the sea. If it weren't for the golden light that lasted only for a moment, it would disappear. I am afraid that these flood dragons were really scattered in one blow.
But Jin Guang's move also angered these flood dragons.
All the black flood dragons let out a low growl, and the surrounding wind blew up, and countless dark clouds gathered towards the damaged part of the body, and they instantly made up for it.
Qunjiao opened its mouth again, gusts of gray astral wind surged out, heading straight to the bottom.
The fire cloud below was blown by the wind, and it burst into flames with a "wheeze".
The fire borrows the force of the wind, and the wind borrows the power of the fire. With the combination of wind and fire, a mighty sea of fire more than a hundred miles wide is formed at once, and it is directly and slowly pressed down from the air.
Before the sea of fire really fell, the void below was illuminated red, as if the entire space was about to be ignited.
Zen Master Jin Yue and the silver-haired old man couldn't help but change slightly when they saw this situation. According to the extent of this fire, if one of the people who survived the catastrophe can't deal with it alone, the number of ordinary monks who will be affected may be far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
A group of other monks nearby also gasped.
They didn't expect that this catastrophe would have such great power at the very beginning.
Asking themselves if they were themselves, this wave of sky fire alone would be enough to wipe them out.
At the center of the sea of flames, there was the stone pagoda where Han Li retreated.
Even though the tower has some protection, if it is really crushed by the sea of flames, the only thing that will happen is that the tower will be destroyed.
At this moment, a group of silver light flashed out from the top of the tower, followed by a clear cry, a group of silver flames emerged from the spiritual light, turned slowly, and turned into a A huge firebird covered with silver feathers.
At the beginning, the fire bird was only about Zhang Xu in size, but after spreading its wings, the silver flame rose to a height of ten Zhang, turned into a monster a hundred times its original size, and rushed towards the sea of fire.
There was a muffled sound.
As soon as the silver bird came into contact with Huohai Fang, it sank into it without a sound, but the next moment, the Huohai boiled up.
The crimson flames seemed to be attracted by an irresistible force, rushing towards the place where the giant firebird was submerged, and then disappeared quickly with flashes of light.
In a short period of time, the entire sea of flames was immediately reduced by more than one-fifth.
And judging from this speed, it would take an instant for all the sea of flames to disappear.
But before this time, the black dragon in the air shook its head and opened its mouth again.
This time, strands of white air swept down from the sky.
This white air looks ordinary, but when the cold air dissipates in mid-air, it turns into a crystal ice cone more than ten feet long, the front end is extremely sharp, and the whole body is extremely clear! But before these ice cones really fell, there was a sound of howling ghosts and wolves from the stone tower below, and then five skulls the size of wheels flew out, spraying down with their mouths open, and five streams of cold flames of five colors turned into a flying scroll of ice and snow waterfalls And up.
As soon as the ice cone was engulfed by the cold flame, the ice melted one after another, and was restored to extremely pure spiritual energy, which disappeared in the cold flame.
Two attacks in a row were broken, but those black flood dragons remained indifferent, twisted their bodies, and burst open by themselves with loud noises the next moment.
With just a flash in the air, their shattered bodies turned into countless huge stones of different sizes.
The small one is no more than the size of a head, but the big one is as huge as a thousand feet, as huge as a hill. So many boulders smashed down wildly, as if the sky was falling apart, and the ordinary monks who were surrounded by the group of stones suddenly turned pale.
In the deepest underground chamber of the stone pagoda below, a figure was sitting cross-legged on a yellow futon with his eyes closed.
His body was full of aura, his face was flushed red, and his temples were hot and sweaty, as if he was at an extremely important critical moment.
In front of his body, there are two miniature peaks, one green and one black, standing side by side, and seventy-two small blue swords above his head have turned into a blue sword lotus and circled around it.
Layers of black runes rolled on his body, vaguely covering a pitch-black battle armor.
But the strange thing is, on the periphery of so many magic weapons, there are dense gray light spots everywhere, each of which is only the size of a thumb, but they all exude an extremely cold aura, and emit a low buzzing sound. Voice.