"He's among us, find him quickly!"
As Fang Xing's voice sounded, it seemed to be in the ears, but it surprised Shi Fayin and others. From the voice, it was clear that the little devil was not far away from them, but why did he, under the glance of his divine sense, Can't you see his shadow? This shock was not small, he immediately shouted loudly, all the disciples in the Lingqiao sect looked around in horror, fearing that the little devil would confuse him by his side.
"What happened?"
"Where did that little devil go?"
All the cultivators who were watching the battle from afar also made noises of astonishment, and some even stood up and looked into the distance.
They didn't know what happened yet, but their premonition was not good, and they all whispered.
"Fellow daoists, don't panic, let me see through his traces..."
In a panic, in the dexterous patriarchal formation, there was a loud shout, and suddenly a short and fat man in a rough monk robe jumped into the air, the monk's sleeves swelled, and he opened his hand in the air, and flew out of the sleeves A round object appeared, shining brightly in the air. If you look carefully, it looks like an eyeball, like a living thing, with a brilliant light, sweeping across all realms in an instant.
"Thank you, sir!"
The caster felt at ease in his initiation, and thanked loudly.
This big-eyed real person is a wild cultivator in the Northern Territory. Because of his superb cultivation, he also set up his own dojo in Jiumu Mountain. In the book, he found a volume of Buddhist secret arts, several pieces of magic tools, and the dry bones left by an eminent monk after he passed away. He was worried about the way of practice, so he practiced according to the class, practiced Buddhist secret arts, and refined several times. This rare treasure of Buddhism has also changed its appearance. It has become the current half-Buddhist and half-Daoist attire, and no one is ridiculed.
It's just that although the appearance is funny, the overall ability is not ordinary. The magic weapon he sacrificed was made from an eyeball on the withered bones of the Buddhist and Taoist monk. To be able to break the void, some blinding techniques that even the ancestor Yuanying could not see through, will be exposed under his magic weapon. The meaning of Lingqiaozong paying a lot of money to invite him to come to sit in the town is to prevent Fang Xing used some kind of technique to conceal his breath, or simply Long Jun shot to help him cover his figure, and crossed the sea.
Seeing Damu Damu sacrificed the magic weapon, all the disciples of the Lingqiao Sect felt at ease, each of them held their breath and focused, and vigilant their surroundings.
But I saw the light of the Dharma Eye that was raised in the air swept across the void, and the big-eyed real man below had swollen sleeves, flying in the sky, closing his eyes slightly, pinching the magic formula with the ten fingers of his right hand, and kept deducing something After a long while, his eyes suddenly opened, and the Fayan, which was shining randomly in the mid-air, also suddenly stopped, and a ray of brilliance shone straight on to a certain place in the air, and it didn't move.
"Where is he!"
Damu Daoist yelled sharply, and raised his hand to cover it with a bowl.
"Shua!" "Shua!" "Shua!"
There are many people with advanced cultivation in the Lingqiao sect. After Damu Damu pointed out the direction, several spiritual thoughts immediately swept over.
It was chaotic before, people were mixed, magic tools, talismans, flying swords, etc. were full of spiritual light, and they were in a mess. Even with their divine sense, they couldn't find Fang Xing for a while, but now that the direction has been determined, they were caught by Fayan again. The projected brilliance pointed at it, but it became much clearer. After sweeping it, I immediately found something wrong. Under the brilliance of the magic eye, there was a small ivory tower the size of a thumb flying in the air, like a white lightning bolt. Generally speaking, quietly, quickly wandering between the magic circles.
When everyone looked at it, they happened to be covered by Damu Daoist's bowl, but the small pagoda was so slippery that it didn't cover it.
"It's the little tower..."
"The little devil is in the small tower, stop him..."
Countless people shouted loudly at the same time, and each sacrificed the magic weapon in their hands to suppress it.
Rumble!
The four copper seals of the magic seal, the fairy nets, big swords of the other two peak masters, and the bowl of Damu Daoist all covered the past. In the domain, even the flowing wind seems to be frozen, and time seems to stop flowing. It is the mystery of the four copper seals. Just the brilliance is enough to suppress the void.
It's a pity that Fang Xing, or the small tower is not very useful. In the small tower at this time, Fang Xing and the Great Golden Crow look only the size of a grain of rice, but they are equally arrogant, grasping all the changes around them in their minds , Fang Xing immediately jumped up when he saw many magic weapons covering him, and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, these junks also want to stop me? The Tower of Voidness, escape for me..."
"Whoosh..."
The original speed was already astonishing, but in order to avoid being noticed by others, the speed of the small ivory tower, which had not been pushed to the extreme, tripled in an instant. The hole, the frozen void around it completely lost its effect when this void crack appeared, and watched the small tower break through the encirclement and fled forward.
"Ah, no good, stop him..."
"Human? Tower?"
"There, hit him..."
"Go to your uncle, that is my Huohuazhu, you made a mistake, return my magic weapon..."
The small tower is really too small, and it walks through the big formation like lightning, causing a burst of chaos immediately as it passes by, just like thousands of troops lined up on the battlefield, no matter how skilled a swordsman is, they can't fight against it. Fighting out of the encirclement, but the thousands of horses and horses in armor and holding halberds may not be able to stop a fast-flying fly. You come and go, not only failed to stop the small tower, but became an obstacle for others. Most of the attacks were stopped by their own people, and they couldn't cover the small tower.
"Wow!"
A celestial net fell, and instead of catching the little pagoda, it caught dozens of Lingqiao sect disciples.
"Whoosh!"
A divine sword flew over, and Xiaota slipped away from under the edge of the sword, but he killed three or two people nearby with his sword.
"boom!"
The four big seals fell, Fang Xing was not restrained, and the two fierce beasts rushing from the diagonal stabs next to him were knocked unconscious.
This dignified Lingqiaozong formation is really messed up.
"Little devil, where are you going..."
In the chaos, it was still the big-eyed real person who caught Fang Xing's trace again with his eyes. He shouted loudly, his voice was like a bell, and he stood in the air with a big golden pestle in his hand, facing the small tower head-on. Knocked over.
"Damn it, kill this bald ass..."
Fang Xing is a man who holds grudges. When he saw this monk blocking the way, instead of dodging, he rushed towards him at a faster speed. With a bang, the golden pestle hit the small tower. Unexpectedly, the small tower was not blown away by him at all. The shock caused the big pestle in his hand to fly upside down, and one arm was so numb that it was hard to tell. At the same time, Xiaota shot quickly, piercing the monk's right eye like a bolt of lightning, and passing through the skull.
"Canopy..."
A bloody light flew out from the back of the monk's head accompanied by the small tower, and threw it into the void again.
Damu Daoist screamed again and again, the gain outweighed the loss, screaming and falling to the ground, I don't know if he fell to his death or not.
The entire Great Formation of the Smart Sect was already in chaos, but in the eyes of those who watched the battle, they felt different. Looking down from the void, the great formation of the Smart Sect was covered by black clouds. Shrouding, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, it was cold and chilling, but after the little devil rushed into the formation, he could clearly see that there were continuous auras, screams, and blood and flesh splattering, and all the chaotic places formed a straight line. He swiped forward incomparably swiftly, a black cloud with a radius of a hundred miles seemed to be slashed by an invisible fairy sword, watching helplessly from north to south, it was being split into two halves quickly, now It has been divided for more than seventy miles.
"Not good, hurry up and invite the ancestor of Yuanying to come..."
The caster seal in the formation didn't care about maintaining their own image at this time, their eyes were like lights, and they yelled frantically.
The little tower was so weird that they failed many methods, and watched helplessly as the little devil was about to succeed in the battle.
At this point, I can't care about anything else, so I can only ask Yuanying Patriarch to come down and suppress this son.
"Hehe, kid, stay here!"
Needless to say, at the back of the big formation of the Lingqiaozong, on an altar hidden in the middle of the formation, a ray of brilliance suddenly rose up, but in the air, it turned into a white robe with a height of one hundred feet. Looking like an old man, laughing loudly, the palm of his hand fell from the sky to the ground. On the five fingers, mana was concentrated, and a point locked in the middle was the small tower.
The Nascent Soul Daxiu of the Nimble Zong has already taken action.
Or in other words, he has long been preparing for the situation, and when the situation is not good, he will take action to clean up the mess.
Casting the seal is not a fool, nor is the ancestor of the Lingqiao sect Yuanying. He knows that this time the betting fight, which seems to be a bet between the little devil and the master of Qixiu Peak of the Lingqiao sect, has actually involved the face of the Lingqiao sect. If Zong wins, there is no brilliance. After all, he just collected the strength of the whole sect and won a young man from Nanzhan. But if the Lingqiao sect loses, it will be disgraced. Because of this, all kinds of backup methods emerge in endlessly, just in case.
The Dharma image of the Yuanying Patriarch of the Lingqiao Sect has long been hidden in the big formation. If the little devil is unable to break through the formation, he will naturally not show up. , He has no choice but to show up to save the scene.
If you take down this little devil, you will be gossiped in secret, but you will still save your face in the big picture.
"Shameless, you actually hid the Nascent Soul in the formation, little bandit, what should we do this time?"
In the small pagoda, the Great Golden Crow felt the strong binding force like iron lotus outside, and was angry and angry, croaking loudly.
Fang Xing, who was driving the small pagoda, was also angry. Looking at the Yuanying Patriarch who was sitting in the void in front of him and sneered, he lowered his big hand towards him, and suddenly became angry, and poured his spiritual power into it. Xiaota yelled, "Kill him!"