Boss Wan Luo also knew in his heart that with this crippled body, the probability of successfully breaking through the eighth formation was too low.
In fact, being able to pass the sixth and seventh rounds also has a lot of luck. If he hadn't made a special trip to study the characteristics of the evil spirit for the reason of his old friend Huqin and the reason why that little bastard was trapped by the evil spirit , his knowledge in this way far exceeds that of ordinary monks. In the seventh formation, it is impossible for him to find out the weakness of the forbidden slaves so accurately, forcibly kill forty ghosts with a sword, and break through this formation.
But he can lose, but he can't stand the scolding and contempt of a young man, which is an insult.
"Who are you to talk about respect in front of me?"
In the eighth formation, there was a young man with a statue-like face sitting cross-legged. He was about twenty years old, but his expression was as if carved out of ghostly ice. Immediately, a stern look appeared, and he raised a finger, pointing at the old monster Wan Luo outside the formation, with a hint of anger in his voice, he spoke lightly, with a thunderous tongue: "Get out!"
Rumble!
Inside the formation, a Thunder Snake swam away, turned into a python whip, and lashed out of the formation.
"Snapped!"
The old monster Wanluo was insulted, and his eyes were also furious. Although he was seriously injured, his evil spirit rose sharply. He stretched out his palm, and the spiritual power in his palm was like a tide. The huge force on the whip screamed, and it scorched his palm, but he firmly grasped it in his hand, and shouted at the formation: "Young man, you can kill me in the formation, how can you prevent me from entering?" Array?"
"I once made a bet with someone that even if Nascent Soul came, I would not be able to pass the first seven battles..."
The young man in the group said coldly: "... let alone you?"
"Whoosh!"
Another python whip took shape, and it was drawn straight towards the old monster Wan Luo.
"rude!"
The old monster Wan Luo made another move and grabbed another thunder python, furious like mad.
"When those old friends sent the old man out of customs, the old man also promised them that he would at least enter the eighth formation!"
Wan Luo took a deep breath, and was about to tear off the two lightning python whips, and charged forward.
However, with a sound of "咻", another python whip turned into a whip and came down from behind.
The old monster Wan Luo let out a muffled groan, and his already stooped figure fell down again, almost falling over.
In the seventh battle, with a body that was nearly depleted of energy and blood, he swung the heavy sword repeatedly and chopped forty ghosts. It really exceeded the limit of his physical body at his age. Holding those two python whips almost exhausted his remaining spiritual power, coupled with his serious injuries, he was about to lose his mind, and he couldn't stop the sudden third whip.
"Nan Zhan Yexiu, is it worthy of saying in front of me whether it is guaranteed or not?"
In the eighth formation, the voice sounded faintly again, and it was shot down out of thin air with a whip.
"Pfft..."
The old monster Wan Luo sprayed a stream of blood from his mouth and nose, his palms trembled, and he was full of hatred.
But he remained silent for a long time, but he straightened up again and moved forward.
"Chi..."
Another whip fell, hitting his chest straight, causing him to stagger back a few steps.
"The old man wants to join the battle, what are you doing to stop me?"
The old monster Wan Luo stepped forward again, his footsteps were vain.
"Whew..."
Another whip came over, causing him to stagger and nearly fall.
"If I don't let you enter the formation, you won't be able to enter the formation!"
Therefore, I didn't enter the battle at the time, but all these scenes were watched by the monks at the foot of Fengchan Mountain. For a while, the wind was cold and quiet, and no one spoke. The expressions on everyone's faces were extremely complicated, with resentment , There is also pity, but also indifference.
"Taoist Master Cangwu, you Talisman of Talisman, who has practiced Thunder Art, has become more and more irritable!"
After a long while, even the old woman, the master of Yinling Dao, couldn't help but said to the young man.
"In the future, this son is destined to use thunder to kill demons and survive the catastrophe. It's nothing if he is single-minded in his skills!"
The Daoist of Talisman Artifact said lightly, as if he didn't care.
The Taoist Master of Chunyang Dao also sighed lowly when he heard this, knowing that the Daoist Talisman was protecting his weaknesses, he stopped talking.
"Senior Wan Luo, let's go down the mountain, let's not fight..."
A wail sounded, and a Nan Zhan monk cried out, knelt down on the ground and yelled.
That whip after whip hit the old monster Wan Luo, but it also seemed to hit their souls, almost desperate.
However, the old monster Wan Luo on the mountain didn't seem to have heard of it, so he supported his body and continued to move forward, without any intention of retreating.
"You are looking for death yourself, don't blame me!"
The Talisman Dao Shenzi in the eighth formation seemed annoyed, and shouted coldly. In the void outside the formation, a terrifying electric python as thick as a human waist condensed, and the crackling arcs overflowed, as bright as a thunder dragon , Stretching in mid-air, suspended above the head of Wanluo old monster, that inviolable aura, even the cultivators down the mountain could sense it, and a kind of panic involuntarily arose in their hearts.
"Hey, are the younger generation really so unreasonable?"
Wan Luo did not retreat, raised his head slightly, and looked at the thunder whip in the sky.
There seemed to be a touch of despair welling up, and he was a little unwilling.
I could have entered the eighth team...
With a sound of "Kalala", the thunder whip was raised high, and then it was whipped down.
With the power of a whip, it seems that the stone path of Fengchan Mountain will be whipped into two halves.
And the thin old monster Wan Luo looked so vulnerable at this moment.
"enough… "
At this moment, there was an angry shout, but there was a red shadow, which moved from the foot of Fengchan Mountain in an instant, and appeared not far from the old monster Wanluo, and then folded his sleeves. With a wave, the two long silks rolled over like spirit snakes, wrapping up the skinny figure of the old monster Wanluo, and then pulled it hard, and pulled it out from under the whistling thunder whip.
Boom!
The lightning whip hit the ground, the ground was scorched, gravel flew, and terrifying thunder and lightning danced everywhere, as if turning into a sea of thunder.
The red shadow that tore away the old monster Wan Luo turned around, stepped on the void, and fled at a high speed.
It was Li Hongyi, the woman who had violated the rules and came to the rescue at this time.
"Girl... why do you ruin the old man's last thoughts?"
Old man Wan Luo opened his weak eyes, saw that it was Li Hongyi, with a bitter complexion, and sighed softly.
"Old senior, Junior Sister Ye Guyin has already gone to invite Junior Brother Fang, do you really want to see him?"
Li Hongyi held back tears, said in a low voice, hugged Wanluo old monster, and floated down to the foot of Fengchan Mountain.
"The little bastard... is coming?"
Old Monster Wan Luo was startled slightly, his eyes seemed a little startled.
"You are also my Yin Ling Dao disciple, why are you so unruly?"
At the foot of Fengchan Mountain, the old lady of Yinling Dao saw this scene, raised her eyebrows, scolded sharply, flicked her fingers, and a dense black light flew into the air, seemingly inconspicuous, but extremely terrifying, Li Hongyi's expression in the air Changed drastically, he turned around quickly, and after receiving the blow, his expression changed immediately, his whole body was immediately overwhelmed, and he fell to the ground like a kite.
"Pfft..."
Li Hongyi fell to the ground, a bloodstain gushed from the corner of his mouth, and the old monster Wan Luo in his arms fell out, but was caught by Hou Guimen.
"Taoist, please forgive me... Disciple, I can't accept it..."
Li Hongyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if begging for mercy, but smiled provocatively.
"Heh, he wants to enter the battle, life and death are up to him, why do you need to be troublesome?"
The Taoist master of Yin Ling Dao yelled and asked: "Really think that Master Ming loves you, so I dare not punish you with the rules of the sect?"
Li Hongyi smiled sadly, and said in a low voice: "The Taoist master blamed me, I'm not saving him, I'm saving our Yin Ling Dao!"
The master of Yin Ling Dao was stunned, sneered, and said, "Oh? What do you mean by this? Come and listen to me!"
Li Hongyi sneered, and there was a faint hint of evil in his eyes, his voice was soft, but there was a hint of sternness: "This old man has a heaven-reaching cultivation, needless to say, but what is even more terrifying is his There is a great apprentice... As a disciple of the Northern Three Ways, I am really worried that his disciple will start a ruthless attack. When our three ways are in trouble, I will not be able to escape... "
"nonsense!"
The master of Yin Ling Dao twitched his eyes, his face was full of anger, and he was about to scold him immediately, but he suddenly felt something and turned his head to look.
"coming?"
Li Hongyi was also startled, then overjoyed, and looked in the same direction.
Over there, there is a golden cloud that is fleeing towards Fengchan Mountain full of murderous aura.
"Bastards, who dares to bully my master, I want you to pay for your life..."
That golden cloud is actually a big and fat golden crow, with its wings spread out, it has a radius of ten feet, and the wind blows under the wings, and the places it passes by are urging mountains and trees, making a mess, but on its back, there is There was a gray-clothed boy in fluttering clothes standing against the wind, and beside him stood a tall woman in white clothes with fluttering skirts and a beautiful face, and a woman in purple clothes was crouching under her feet, her face full of worry. , almost like a black rainbow penetrating the sun, the strong evil spirit made the three Taoist masters feel terrified.
"The little bastard is here?"
Upon hearing the roar, Wan Luo tried his best to open his sunken eyes, and looked into the distance, with a wry smile on his face.
"Why is he here?"
The young monks in Nanzhan saw him with complicated expressions and muttered to themselves.
"This guy is finally here!"
Hou Guimen turned his head, a look of hope rose in his eyes.
"he… "
Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci saw the figure, as if they had been hit hard, they subconsciously leaned together and held hands.