"A mere savage cultivator dares to be so arrogant, I will explain the truth to you today!"
With a loud shout, the suzerain of Jindan Mahayana's Yiqi sect, Hongpao Laoxiu, jumped up. For some reason, he who had been calmly nourishing his Qi on weekdays was offended by Wanluo's words. The big formation crushed this overconfident Nan Zhan Yexiu, but at this moment he couldn't hold back and struck himself, with the force of his palm like a tide, he moved towards the old monster Wan Luo.
"Fist is the truth, let's see who can convince whom today!"
The old monster Wan Luo was not polite to him, he waved his sleeves like two angry dragons, rolling towards the void.
For a time, in the seventh formation, the spiritual power was like the sea, and the strong wind was blowing. The two golden elixirs directly fought in this big formation. Mahayana, one is Nan Zhan's wildly arrogant and unrestrained peerless old monster, the other has amazing and mysterious skills, and the other has unruly and unruly moves, with unparalleled violence, and with a cup of tea, he rolled and fought with nearly a hundred moves.
The old monster Wan Luo, who seemed to be at the end of his strength, was actually talking about youth madness at this time, and the more he fought, the more courageous he was.
The red-robed old cultivator became more and more frightened as he fought more and more, he felt that the opponent's technique was not very strange, but he used it in the opponent's hands, it was always unpredictable, and it was difficult to parry. Suddenly he realized that his pressure had doubled, and he was already at a disadvantage. Those two big sleeves were like two giant pythons, fierce at one moment, and soft like silk at other times, they actually suppressed him firmly.
"Master with such an identity, why bother to fight that old thing, quickly mobilize the formation!"
However, the red-robed old monster had a few disciples who were quick-witted. When they saw the master in the air, they were pushed back more than thirty feet by the old man who came from Nanzhan. , It was not easy to force myself to start the big formation, so I made my own initiative and took the lead in running the big formation. For a while, the void shook, and a dark red palm suddenly came out from the void.
"Boom..."
The old monster Wan Luo who was concentrating on attacking the red-robed old Xiu was stunned, and hurriedly dodged to avoid it, while the red-robed old Xiu took the opportunity to surge his mana, and struck like a bang, but drove the old Luo Wan back more than ten feet , The chest and abdomen trembled, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the blood was immediately suppressed, the spiritual power circulated, the invisible evil energy soared on the body, and the beard and hair fluttered, and the momentum became stronger.
At the same time, as the giant dark red palm stretched out, a head with black hair drooping out of the void, wearing a strange black clothes, covered with runes, dark red, translucent The ghost fire flickered in the eye sockets, and the spiritual power was amazing.
Boom!
The void trembled non-stop. After this dark red ghost appeared, nearly a hundred more ghosts came out. Their bodies were translucent, they looked like spirit bodies, but their aura was like ghosts, strange and inexplicable. , and the red-robed old Xiu was suspended behind the spirits, his eyes flickering, mixed with endless hatred: "Old thing, Feng is here today, you don't want to break through this battle alive!"
"Yin forbidden evil slave?"
The old monster Wanluo saw through the origins of these giant monsters at a glance, and his heart sank slightly. He didn't seem to think that the monks of Shenzhou also understood such evil methods. This is a method of using evil power. During the Nanzhan period, there was once a ghost slave haunted by Yin forbidden ghosts, who ruined the lives of ten golden elixirs in the Huangfu family. The golden elixirs would be polluted if they touched them. Qi machine, this kind of ghost is worse than the one in Qingqiu's grave, but it is obviously a difficult thing to deal with.
"You are at the end of your strength, I want to see what you use to break into my Yin spirit formation!"
The red-robed old Xiu Xiu's eyebrows flashed a murderous intent, and with a wave of the formation flag, nearly a hundred demon spirits rushed towards the old monster Wanluo, howling violently.
Facing this group of cultivators, Wan Luo took a deep breath, but there was no fear on his face. Instead, he sneered and said coldly: "No matter what means you have, the old man will tell you today. You must explain the truth clearly!" While speaking, summoning all the strength of his cultivation, he swung his two big sleeves into the air, one up and the other down, yin and yang reversed, and heaven and earth were overthrown.
"Yin Yang Great Grinding Disc!"
Rumble!
It seemed that the entire Fengchan Mountain trembled, but the smoke cloud at the seventh position in the mountain trembled unceasingly, and there was a sharp howling sound, but the smoke cloud below was seen rising, and the smoke cloud above was flowing down, as if they were on top of each other. Looking at the cloud of smoke, a strange feeling of heaven and earth hanging upside down emerged in everyone's hearts, as if there was a big mill that was obliterating order.
"Old man... can he break through?"
At the foot of Fengchan Mountain, Li Hongyi squeezed his palms tightly, then turned his head to look at the southern void: "Why hasn't he come yet?"
But at this time, in the seventh formation, there were only ghosts flying around in chaos.
The yin and yang of the old monster Wanluo disrupted the order of the formation. For a while, the yin and yang were out of order and chaotic. Flying all over the sky, and under the majestic force generated by this type of yin-yang grinding disc, even the red-robed old cultivator and his disciples couldn't stand stably, staggering to and fro.
At this time, the old monster Wanluo retracted his sleeves directly, but took an ancient sword in his hand. Amidst the whistling sound, he rushed towards the old monster in red robe with a huge force. From time to time, Yin forbidden Sha Nu who smelled his vitality from close range rushed over roaring, but the old monster Wanluo moved his sword like a tide, and slashed out with only the great strength of his body, tearing the void forcefully, beheading the Sha Nu together. kill.
This kind of ghost is extremely powerful. If he uses his spiritual power, he is afraid that the evil spirit from the ghost will invade his body along with his spiritual power. Therefore, he can only use his body to kill him. However, in this way, the consumption of physical power is extremely terrifying. Cutting out a sword is enough to make the body unbearable, so why rushing along the way, at least dozens of ghosts smelled the breath and rushed towards it
"Chick!" "Chick!" "Chick!" "Chick!" "Chick!"...
As he rushed all the way, the old monster Wanluo gritted his teeth and flew out in anger. An ancient sword in his palm slashed horizontally and vertically, tearing apart the void.
"It's clearly an old man whose energy and blood are almost exhausted, why is he so terrifying?"
The disciples of the red-robed Laoxiu who were guarding the formation were so shocked that they couldn't even speak, they all shrank in the corners of the formation, not daring to approach. For them, the old monster Wanluo who rushed all the way They are simply old lunatics who see gods and gods kill gods and see ghosts and ghosts. They practiced the method of refining ghosts along with the old red robes, and they know the horror of this thing. Have they ever seen such killing methods like cutting melons and vegetables
No matter how tyrannical Zhu'er's physical strength is, he can't do it!
What's more, this is simply an old man with a lifespan of more than a thousand years and exhausted energy and blood
To put it simply, it's like a centenarian in the mortal world, jumping into a pack of tigers and wolves, tearing up the tigers and leopards, and showing great ferocity!
"Lie down!"
The old monster Wanluo crossed the void, slashing with the ancient sword in his palm, the void was torn apart with each sword, and all the slaves under the sword were beheaded, turning into a black evil spirit and scattered in the world. Like a demon god, he rushed all the way, black lightning lingered all over his body, beheaded no less than forty ghost slaves, and then rushed to the front of the red-robed old Xiu, and landed with his foot in the air.
"How dare you bully me?"
The old red-robed cultivator looked shocked and angry, he was completely frightened by the old monster Wanluo, but after all, he was also a Jindan Mahayana cultivator, so he was not so scared that he had no intention of resisting, facing the monster Wanluo who fell from the sky. With a step, he raised his fists and punched upward.
Boom!
The monster Wan Luo was so powerful that he stepped down, directly knocked his defenses away, and kicked him down in the formation.
Gu Jian Youyou pointed at his eyebrows, and the old monster Wan Luo shouted loudly: "Do you understand this truth?"
"I… "
In the eyes of the red-robed old Xiu, the old monster Wanluo was like a demon god. He was so frightened that he couldn't answer.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
The old monster Wan Luo laughed loudly, and slashed down with his sword.
With a sound of "chi", the red-robed old Xiu turned pale with fright, closed his eyes and waited to die.
However, after a while, he opened his eyes in fear, only to realize that the sword did not hit himself, but on the seventh formation flag that fell next to his head. The formation had already been broken, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that the old Xiu was already holding his sword, bent his body, and walked slowly towards the outside of the formation, coughing and coughing repeatedly as he walked, spilling blood stains.
"This old man broke through to the eighth level with his own strength?"
At the foot of Fengchan Mountain at this time, the Taoist masters of the North Three Paths and even the few people who watched the battle, even the monks who guarded the formation in the front, were all shocked. Looking at the tall figure on the mountain road, swaying towards the eighth Going forward, Nan Zhan Jindan cultivator Wan Luo, although he had already seen that he was already a half-step Nascent Soul, but no one thought that he could really reach this step.
I saw him staggering, walked out of the big formation, he was seriously injured, but he didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, and went straight to the eighth formation!
"Cultivator Nan Zhan also has geniuses. For thousands of years, there have always been a few outstanding people in a state!"
"That's the end of it. In the next three battles, I, the Son of God of the North Three Ways, will lead all the true biography to guard the pass in person. He can't pass it!"
Among the Taoists of the North Three Paths, the Taoist master of the Yinling Dao and the Daoist of the Talisman Artifact suddenly spoke lightly and exchanged a sentence.
"Old man, retreat, the eighth formation is not something you can break through!"
In the eighth formation, a young voice sounded, the voice was light, but it had the meaning of condescending scolding.
"Yeah?"
Old Monster Wan Luo chuckled lightly: "The juniors of today are really bold!"
He didn't stop walking, and continued to walk forward.
"If you dare to break into the eighth formation with this mutilated body, I will kill you!"
The voice in the eighth formation was neither happy nor sad, indifferent, but with an unquestionable majesty.
"Boy, don't you know how to respect the elders?"
The old monster Wan Luo yelled loudly, really got angry, and rushed towards the eighth formation while sternly shouting.