When Daozu Baiyun saw the two armies of monsters and monsters appearing suddenly, the blood on his face faded instantly, and the figure that was about to fly out immediately stopped.
At this moment, with the sound of "嗖" and "嗖", two figures appeared in a flash.
One of them was a middle-aged man in snow clothes about forty years old, with white hair and a few inches long beard, which was also pure white. Like an ice cube man.
The other person is a dwarf old man less than five feet tall, with a face like cinnabar, a distiller's nose as red as a flame, and a gentle and amiable smile.
The aura of the two of them was unfathomable, both of them were Taoist ancestors, standing side by side with Baiyun Taoist ancestor, blocking the ancient or modern people.
"Demons! And the true spirits of the wild world! Why are they here?"
Even though the cultivation and vision of the people in Yaochi are top-notch in today's fairy world, when they see such a formation, the first thought in their mind is naturally that something is wrong, they all left the table and gathered around the ancient or modern people.
Cangwu Zhenjun waved his hand and emitted a crimson light, covering Mengpo, Yu Menghan and others also flew down to the Taoist ancestors in the heavenly court.
With a flash of green shadows, another group of people appeared beside Zhenjun Cangwu and the others. The leader was a burly man with green hair and beard, his cultivation level was unfathomable, and he was also a Taoist ancestor.
"Friend Feng Dao." With a flash of eyes, True Monarch Cangwu cupped his hands towards the burly man.
"Fellow Daoist Cangwu." The burly man returned the gift with a smile.
The situation at the Bodhi Banquet changed suddenly, and swords were on the verge of breaking out. Although the two foreign Taoist ancestors had no close friendship before, they subconsciously stood together at this moment.
At this moment, an old man in red robe flew over and landed beside True Monarch Cangwu and the burly man.
The old man was bald without a single hair on his head, his cheeks were dry and thin, and his eyes were bright and sharp, like two knives that pierced people's hearts. He was obviously a Taoist ancestor.
"Fellow Taoist, Cangwu Fellow Daoist, Mr. Zhen is being polite here, the situation is a little chaotic now, I come to rest here for two fellow Taoists, do you mind?" the red-robed old man laughed.
"It turned out to be Fellow Daoist Zhen, you are here, and Daoist Feng and I are too late to welcome you, so why would you mind?" True Monarch Cangwu exchanged glances with the burly man and said with a smile.
This red-robed old man, surnamed Zhen and named Shiyin, is an old-fashioned Daoist cultivator. He has been huddled in a small fairyland for a long time. There are also many legends left in the book.
With Zhen Shiyin joining, the strength of the three of them has improved a lot, and their confidence in getting through the storm in front of them has increased a little.
Among the people from various immortal realms who came to Yaochi to participate in the Bodhi Banquet, most of the Taoist ancestors may not be there in person, and generally only send some disciples of the younger generation to come here. The real Taoist ancestors are only the three of them, True Monarch Cangwu.
Therefore, seeing these three people standing together, many monks immediately gathered over.
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Looking at Han Li with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth and a calm expression on his face, he didn't feel panicked by being trapped by a large formation.
This scene fell in the eyes of Zishan Mengyuan and the other four people, which made the four people's hearts tense for no reason. Facing a person who was not even a Daoist ancestor, they felt a little inexplicably afraid.
Previously outside, no matter what conflicts there were, or how unpleasant they were with each other, once they entered the formation, they completely let go, and working together to annihilate the enemy was the only goal.
Ye Shan, who was the leader, didn't answer, just glanced left and right, and nodded to Dong Lihu and Zhu Yan respectively.
The two immediately understood, and their figures scattered to the left and right, forming a simple encirclement trend towards Han Li. Only Meng Yuan stayed behind, and his figure was just blocked by the yew.
Han Li's eyes flickered slightly, and he secretly calculated in his heart.
Judging from the fact that he just blocked the blow of his Green Bamboo Fengyun Sword, Donglihu seems to have practiced the law of the mountain under the power of the law of the earth attribute, most likely the kind that is good at strength and defense, and it is not easy to break through with one blow.
And the woman in purple and the ugly old woman must be proficient in the law of strong attack if they were able to attack head-on together with him. Only the last person who was blocked at the back, if he was not good at fighting head-on, must have hidden some killer moves.
No matter which one it is, that person will undoubtedly be the first to be beheaded.
Han Li's thoughts had just settled, and there was a violent fluctuation in the void in front of him, and a sea of fiery purple flames suddenly surged out without warning, rushing towards him.
"Ziyan... the power of the fire attribute law." Han Li thought, and his figure has already retreated extremely quickly.
At the same time, a huge golden treasure wheel suddenly appeared behind him, and the golden light spun "swish" soaringly, and golden rays of light shot out from it, covering the surrounding void.
As soon as Fang entered the area of influence of the Mantra Treasure Wheel, the speed of the purple flames that were chasing after them was greatly reduced, and Han Li flung them away.
However, where the flames came into contact with the golden light, there were bursts of ear-piercing crackling sounds, and the streaks of golden light that contained the power of the law of time melted quickly.
At this moment, a figure covered in flames suddenly pierced through the purple flames, holding a long purple flame sword in his hand, and stabbed towards Han Li's heart.
Han Li had been on guard against this for a long time, and suddenly raised the punch he had put in his waistband, and punched the opponent's sword tip.
"Boom"
A huge explosion-like force swept across in an instant, and countless purple fire balls exploded in all directions like peacocks spreading their tails.
Before Han Li retracted his fist, a golden light flashed above his head, and an incomparably huge mountain fell from the sky, pressing down on Han Li.
Above that golden mountain peak, there is a layer of thick yellow clouds, which exude bursts of extremely powerful earth attribute laws, and when they fall, they seem to oppress the entire void and sink downward.
Han Li looked up to the sky, and saw several huge ancient seal characters "Major Zhen Wuyue" engraved on the bottom of the mountain peak.
He suddenly turned his other hand and slapped it towards the sky.
A layer of golden light surged out, and a huge palm print flew high into the sky, and suddenly slapped on the bottom of the mountain. With a bang, the sinking of the mountain stopped suddenly.
I saw that the four big characters of Xiongzhen Wuyue suddenly sank downwards, and a huge and incomparably large palm print emerged.
However, the mountain peak just slowed down, and then fell down again without any hindrance.
Han Li frowned, raised his palm, and suddenly pushed it upwards. With one palm and one palm, he directly supported the mountain firmly.
It's just that his body couldn't help trembling slightly, and his legs stood up straight again.
"Come again..."
Suddenly there was a loud shout in the sky, and a ray of golden light descended from the sky and landed outside the golden mountain.
In the golden light, Donglihu's figure emerged, but a layer of dazzling golden light was rippling all over his body. At this moment, the whole person looked like a golden-armored god who had been passed down from ancient times. People dare not look directly.
I saw one of his hands spread out in front of his body, and his other hand pointed like a pen, depicting the void in the palm of his hand.
With a flick of his finger, the "pen" moved like a snake, and the three characters "Shouyang Mountain" quickly appeared in his palm.
These three-character strokes are different from ordinary ones. They seem to be written characters, but they are actually very similar to symbols. Every stroke and every stroke are connected together, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and it looks like an illusion of rolling mountains.
When the pen fell into writing, a golden light flashed in his palm, and a huge mountain peak that was miniaturized like a bean emerged, floating side by side with another mountain peak the size of a grain of rice.
Then, I heard a loud "boom"!
A ray of golden light descended from the sky again, and a huge golden mountain twice the size of this mountain came out again, hitting the mountain heavily.
"Boom boom boom..."
A huge ripple surged up, turning into a circle of golden light waves and spreading around.
Han Li, who was located under the mountain peak, was shaken from the distance, his arms suddenly bent, and the top of his head was almost stuck in the palm of his previous blow.
When he wanted to retract his other arm, Yeshan's purple-flame-wrapped fairy sword suddenly became stronger and stabbed towards him again, forcing him to raise his fist again.
Han Li alone, with one punch and one palm, met the two Taoist ancestors at the same time.
At the same time, the tallest "Five Sacred Peaks" on the Huangshan Continent in the Immortal Realm of Moving Mountains experienced an unprecedented earthquake without warning, and the entire peak was shattered by the huge earthquake.
As the Taoist ancestor of the law of mountains, Donglihu can connect all the land lines anywhere in the fairyland and move any mountain peak as long as he wants.
It's just that he is currently in the great formation of ten thousand immortals, he will also be affected by the formation, but it is not as strict as Han Li's. Although he cannot directly invoke the true form of the mountain, he can invoke the true meaning of the mountain, which is equally powerful.
Seeing that Han Li was able to support himself with one arm, Donglihu mobilized the power of law again, and wrote the three characters "Shenyuan Peak" in his palm. The pen fell down and it turned into a mountain the size of a black bean. hanging in the palm of your hand.
Immediately afterwards, there was another loud bang!
Another gigantic peak condensed with golden light descended from the sky and landed straight on the Shouyang Mountain.
Wan Jun's huge force rolled down, and Han Li couldn't completely resist it with one hand. He raised his shoulders, and with one hand and one shoulder, he lifted the true meaning of the three mountains that condensed the power of the Dao ancestor's law.
Under the mountain, Han Li's body looked a little small, but there was always a smile on his lips.
His head was tilted slightly, and his eyes were slantingly looking at the ugly old woman who had never made a move. He only saw this person hanging in the void, with strange spells on his hands, and the light on his body flashed on and off alternately. moving.
For some reason, apart from the person hiding behind, Han Li was most wary of this person.