Dozens of spiritual talismans were shot out and floated in all directions of the altar. Then another silver needle came out one after another from Zong Shou's sleeve. They shuttled in all directions and were densely packed near here, covering an entire area of 10,000 feet.
After everything was arranged properly, Zong Shou began to wait quietly.
At this time, there are still many ferocious beasts around the altar, but they have not retreated. Zong Shou ignored them and allowed Zong Yuan and others to cooperate with the Holy Fire Silver Ants to kill them one by one.
Zhao Yanran glanced at it and couldn't help but sneer again: "It's still like this. I just let your subordinates work hard and enjoy the results. Uncle Zong Taishi, you are really leisurely-"
Zong Shou curled his lips and thought, "What do you know?" This is called recharging your energy.
The most high-end combat power here is him. When he uses his soul to wield a sword, it can be equivalent to half a ninth level sword.
But after all, he is taking the path of Dharma body. Although he can temporarily gather the true form of Dharma body, it does not last long. I tried it last time. Even if the soul power is enough, if it can last for five or six hours, that is the limit.
It's stronger than him in physical strength, but it's also limited.
As for the Dharma of the black and white holes, it would be even more expensive to display. Although until now, he still doesn't know how powerful his Dharma form is.
All I know is that there seemed to be a lot of movement that day.
He also heard about the heavy snowfall in the Cloud Realm three days before he advanced to the next level. But since it's not the same day, then this sign in the sky probably has nothing to do with him, and he shouldn't be too sentimental.
In short, save your soul power at this time, so that you can deal with any emergencies later.
They waited silently, but after just a moment, they saw a wave of beasts. Suddenly it came from afar.
Galloping like thunder, the momentum is impressive. Although it was not as big as the bird wave that the red fire golden phoenix temporarily summoned last time, it was also quite large.
Looking from a distance, there are seven eighth-level ligers. The number of the remaining seventh levels is as many as 200. The lower level, the sixth level, is even more densely packed and uncountable.
At this time, even Zong Yuan, who could not change his face despite the mountain collapse in front of him, also had a slightly stern look in his eyes with a solemn look.
And Han Xi recalled the six Holy Fire Silver Ants under his command back to the altar.
Zong Shouze's eyes seemed to be slightly closed, and he was reciting the mantra. It wasn't until the tide of beasts approached that he let out a soft drink.
"Fen Kong!"
In an instant, dozens of spiritual talismans all around exploded, spewing out balls of extremely pure fire spiritual energy. Then inside the altar, with Zong Shou as the center, countless red and white flames swept up and down in all directions.
The Lu family's sky-burning flames filled the entire space in just a moment. Covering most of the beast tide.
The whining sounds of the spirit beasts also sounded one after another from the red flames. Some low-level spirit beasts had no resistance at all. The moment the white flames entered their bodies, they turned into flying ashes.
"Fen Kong? It's Fen Kong's blood from the Lu family!"
Zhao Yanran's pupils shrank, revealing a hint of shock. Then he saw another purple bird and beast rising behind Zong Shou.
It turned out to be a Thunder Luan, and as soon as it appeared, it exploded with countless deep purple electric lights.
The Thunder Winged Dragon next to him was not far behind. The same electric light surrounds the body, making the altar filled with purple brilliance.
Zong Shouze gathered the purple lightning that traveled everywhere in front of him, and slowly formed a huge thunder ball.
It wasn't until I felt that there was no way to gather it together anymore and I gradually lost control that I threw it directly upwards.
Then there were streaks of purple thunder and lightning, flashing everywhere. Follow the silver needles scattered everywhere and keep jumping.
In an instant, the surrounding space was completely covered. When thunder and fire intertwine, superimpose each other, and merge into the power of thunder. The sky-burning flames suddenly became more violent. The power increased sharply and turned directly to black.
Wherever the purple thunder flashed, those spirit beasts, even at the eighth level, were severely injured.
The remaining seven levels were almost severely damaged on the spot.
When everyone stood on the altar, they saw black flames igniting and lightning flashing violently. Although the howls of beasts continued to sound, not a single one rushed in front of the altar.
And after a full quarter of an hour, the flames burning in the sky completely disappeared. Nearly 90% of the huge herd in front of them has disappeared.
There were only six dying eighth-level ligers left, along with some lower-level beasts on the periphery that were lucky enough not to rush in. They still survived.
In the spiritual river within ten thousand feet, there are various animal crystals and bone crystals floating everywhere. Those around the fifth level were all directly burned, and those who luckily escaped being crippled by the flames of Burning Sky and Purple Thunder were all above the sixth level.
Zhao Yanran looked in front of her, speechless for a moment, while Zong Yuan and Xuan Yunlan also had silent expressions.
Zong Shou, on the other hand, murmured with surprise: "So strong! What a pervert. I didn't expect spiritual masters to be so strong. I really underestimated them before -"
Zhao Yanran couldn't help but go crazy for a while, thinking that not all spiritual masters are as powerful as you. A large-scale spiritual method can easily destroy a tens of thousands of beasts!
Even those eighth-level spiritual masters had to run away immediately when they saw this tide of beasts, as far as they could go.
And this tone, no matter how you listen to it, it feels wrong. Zong Shou, who co-wrote it, seemed to think that he was not one of the spiritual masters.
He was also secretly frightened. This spiritual method, which seemed to be a combination of two bloodline magical powers, was indeed frighteningly powerful.
As long as Zong Shou is given enough time, it is possible to destroy a million-strong army.
"It should be Duzi Jue, the legendary compound spiritual method. Xuan Yunlan has seen it before in the sect's classics -"
Xuan Yunlan said thoughtfully, and then looked at Zong Shou with curious eyes.
"I wonder what this spiritual method is called?"
Zong Shou was startled. This spiritual method was the result of an idea he had after awakening the blood of Fen Kong. As for the name, I really didn't think about it carefully. After pondering for a moment, Zong Shoucai smiled and said: "Lei Lie Qianhua—"
"Lei Lie Qianhua?"
Zhao Yanran murmured, about to laugh at Zong Shou's taste again. But the next moment, Zong Shou felt a strange gaze coming towards him.
Looking around again, he saw Zongyuan and Ruoshui. He has already started to chase the eighth-level ligers that are already preparing to run away. Even Xuan Yunlan joined in.
Her pretty face flushed involuntarily, she snorted coldly, and threw the four liger cubs in her hand to Zong Shou.
Then he poured out a lot of beast crystal ore from the Qiankun bag.
But just as she was about to join the pursuit. Suddenly, in the distance, there was another roar, full of sadness.
The tyrannical soul pressure also came through the air, carrying violent murderous intent. A moment ago, it was still a hundred thousand feet away, and a moment later, it was close.
"Ninth level?"
Zhao Yanran's complexion could not help but turn slightly white, and all the blood faded. I'm not afraid of dying here, but I am secretly helpless because the things I got are probably not warm enough.
Zongyuan and the others no longer cared about chasing him, and moved towards the altar again with extreme caution.
And only half a breath later, a snow-white liger stepped out of a fog in front of them.
He is not tall and tall, only ten feet tall, but he has two wings on his back and a huge prince on his forehead, with an extremely majestic look.
He was looking at the people in the altar from a distance, his eyes filled with rage, hatred, contempt, sadness and murderous intent!
The murderous thoughts were so strong that even Chuxue was awakened. He stood up in confusion, then rubbed his eyes with his hands.
"Young Master, what's going on? Hey, the fight started again? Why don't you wake up Xue'er?"
Zong Shou didn't have the time to pay attention to this girl. He looked at the liger with a solemn expression, his eyes focused.
I sighed in my heart, this time I was really harmed by this woman Zhao Yanran, it was really a big loss.
I had known that there was a ninth-level spirit beast following behind. No matter what, he has to ask for more than 70% of the income, so that it is cost-effective.
The fighting spirit rose in his chest, and a vague sword energy also came out of his body at this moment.
The ninth-level liger seemed to sense Zong Shou's threat and was the strongest among them all. A pair of tiger eyes looked at him coldly,
Zong Shou took a deep breath, and without any further hesitation, he gathered his soul into its true form and suddenly came out of his body. He was suspended above the altar, looking at the spirit beast in the distance with an indifferent expression.
"Zhao Yanran, are you curious? What kind of supernatural powers do the black and white holes I project in the soul sea possess?"
Zhao Yanran raised her eyebrows in surprise and looked at Zong Shou's soul body in mid-air. She was indeed curious about this matter.
What kind of direction can be projected in her soul consciousness early on.
"Let's give it a try this time!"
The moment he finished speaking, a heart-stopping breath suddenly burst out from Zong Shou's body.
The tyranny and terror actually caused the ninth-level liger beast to shrink back slightly, its eyes showing a serious and cautious look.
It seems strange that the aura in front of him should be the seventh level, or the eighth level, and definitely not the ninth level, why does the human monk have such a frightening aura
Zong Yuan and others also felt a trembling feeling in their hearts, and their instincts were extremely frightening.
And Zhao Yanran's reaction was even more different. The black and white points within Yuanhun suddenly expanded. Countless stars are shining brightly, reflecting the entire soul consciousness.
With a clanging sword sound, a spiritual sword with blue light suddenly spit out from the sleeve of Zong Shou's body and flew into his hand. This is just the most common seventh-level spiritual sword, used by Zong Shou as a replacement for the Huoyin Sword after it was damaged.
At this time, black light gradually flashed, as if it was a bottomless abyss.
"This sword should be called Yuanyi Black Sword!"
When the sword light shines, the entire boundary river turns into darkness. All the light here has disappeared. All spirits are devoured.
Zong Yuan and others all felt their eyes dim. Can no longer see.
The ninth-level liger beast roared with rage, shaking the boundary river. At this moment, it only knows that it must resist with all its strength, or it can avoid the danger of death!