Disaster strikes!
Song Guichan's transformation from a Buddha to a demon made Nan Zhan Zhuxiu feel a very strange feeling in his heart, and the bloody root system growing from the lotus platform under his seat also made the big formation a Shura battlefield Brother Nanzhan, who was lucky enough to be seriously injured in the fight before but survived, suddenly became the nourishment of Song Guichan at this time. A steady stream of spiritual power, this transformation is extremely terrifying, more than what was drawn from the void before.
Almost in an instant, the five people's Dao sources were absorbed completely. After that, Song Guichan's spiritual power swelled crazily. It was much faster, and after obtaining this almost continuous mana, he also changed from his previous gentle appearance, and made brutal and fierce moves, and pointed at the vital points of Nanzhan Zhuxiu...
"You have forced me to this point, the only end is to fall into Shura Hell forever!"
Song Guichan's big hand turned into gold and stone, grabbed Li Hongyi viciously, and tore off one of her arms. If Li Hongyi hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and gritted his teeth to break free, it would be her whole body that was torn apart at this time. Song Guichan threw his arm down, and the blood-colored roots under the lotus platform swam up, wrapping the arm together with the blood and flesh she sprinkled in the air.
The flesh and blood on one arm and the blood sprinkled in the air were absorbed in an instant, while Song Guichan closed his eyes slightly, showing a very satisfied expression, and his voice was hoarse and cruel: "Originally, I would I don’t want to get the reputation of killing someone too much, and I only want to subdue you, but you can’t live anymore after seeing my demonic appearance!”
"Damn, he's a fastidious person, and he's still thinking about his own reputation..."
Fang Xing cursed bitterly, and his heart tensed up, knowing that the matter was serious.
Song Guichan had a deep scheming mind. From the very beginning, he sent the disciples of Chunyang Dao to the battle. He thought he was playing a clumsy scheming, but he didn't expect to wait here. Judging from his careful treatment, it is obvious that he cherishes it very much. Yu, it is estimated that if the disciples of Chunyang Dao saw this scene, they would be beheaded by him, not to mention Nanzhan Zhuxiu, who would have to be killed by him.
At this time, the Nanzhan Zhuxiu in the big formation, as well as the fierce beasts fighting with Fang Xing in the air, had already become his prey. Fang Xing had no choice but to collect the surviving fierce beasts into the hundred In the fierce map, Nanzhan Zhuxiu, who was injured, did not dare to go forward to besiege him. The closer he was to Song Guichan, the more danger he would be entangled in the lotus platform of his driving envoy, and his body would die and disappear, turning into dust.
"You are a Buddha, I will kill a Buddha, you are a demon, I will kill a demon!"
Facing Song Guichan, who was fierce and boundless, there was a stern shout, but a shadow fiercely slashed towards the lotus platform.
Impressively, it was Wang Qiongzhong, a monk from Nanzhan. The cassock on this woman's body was broken in many places, and she was very happy, but she didn't care about it. She was holding a pair of wind and fire wheels. Light, like a ferocious beast in human form, resisted Song Guichan's two wind spells and charged in front of him. At this time, the two wheels of wind and fire exploded with ten times the power of before, rumbling and rubbing against each other , The fire took advantage of the wind, and the wind took advantage of the firepower to shatter a void and crush it towards Song Guichan.
From this situation, it can be seen that this woman had hidden a part of her strength before.
Perhaps, if it wasn't for Nan Zhan Zhuxiu and Song Guichan's situation that either you die or I die, she would continue to hide.
As for Song Guichan, a gloomy look flashed in his eyes at this moment.
The woman's sudden outburst of power made him feel threatened, and he was furious.
"I am a Buddha, you should all be surrendered, I am a demon, you should all be killed..."
Amidst the roar, Song Guichan suddenly squeezed his seal, his expression was solemn and solemn, as if the voice came from Jiuyou: "Dashu..."
"... Hundred Soldiers Tomb!"
Rumble!
As this dharma seal was pinched, the void trembled unceasingly, trembling like the surface of water.
And in this trembling, a long spear covered with golden runes suddenly emerged, with a murderous aura and a simple and simple aura.
After that, there was a huge axe, ten feet long, dark and deep.
And then a knife, a hammer...
Weapons emerged one after another, representing a terrifying killing rule, suspended in the void.
Every time there is an extra weapon, the fierce Wang Qiong will receive more resistance, and he is held in the air by hundreds of soldiers.
Great technique!
At this time, what Song Guichan used was no longer an ordinary technique, but a powerful one.
There are tens of thousands of martial arts in the world, and they have been passed down from ancient times. Between heaven and earth, like smoke, there are Dao, Tian, Xian, Shen, Xuan, Fa, Jiqi, etc., and each word represents a big one. Realm, and only when a magic formula is pushed to the extreme of god-level magic, breaks through the last layer of confusion, and can reach the realm of immortal magic, can it be qualified to be named "Great Technique" .
The three great arts of killing, longevity, and sentient beings passed down by Genbo to Fang Xing, Jinwu, and Wu Sang'er are just like this.
The two techniques of spreading rain and controlling thunder that Long Jun passed on to Fang Xing are also of this kind.
The sword demon art that Fang Xing learned from the black sword embryo also belongs to this category. Of course, the difference is that the sword demon art has a mysterious origin and has its own mysteries. Not real understanding.
At this time, Song Guichan performed a great technique, which meant that he also activated his true power.
Using the secret method, Wang Qiong, who exploded with ten times the power in an instant, intended to make a blockbuster, and cut Song Guichan under the double wheel, but he never wanted to be trapped by Song Guichan who reacted extremely quickly. At this time, the whole person has been suppressed in the void, and under the force of the rules and regulations, she can't move at all, and she is frightened for a moment, and the murderous aura is entwined like silk threads.
"laugh!"
A wound suddenly opened on her chest, which looked as if she had been cut with a knife.
"puff!"
Another blood hole pierced through her body, like a gunshot wound...
None of the weapons suspended in the air touched her body, but the rules had manifested on her body.
Suddenly, successive wounds appeared, and Wang Qiong was dying in an instant, without the slightest resistance.
The blood-colored roots under the lotus platform under Song Guichan's seat had already snaked out, entwined around her body, and took Wang Qiong's life in no time. Obviously, it was also because Song Guichan coveted Wang Qiong's body Daoyuan mana, although after a person dies, he can still absorb flesh and blood and turn it into mana, but it is not as huge and fresh as directly extracting the soul of a living person.
"Sword Demon Great Art!"
"Nine-headed baby body!"
"Quack, quack... instantly beheaded two golden elixir Mahayana world-beating golden wings..."
Seeing this scene, Fang Xing, Li Ying and the Great Golden Crow were closer and rushed to rescue them.
On the other side, Han Ying and Li Hongyi who were still fighting fiercely also slashed at Song Guichan in an attempt to help them share the pressure.
However, after Song Guichan used the first great technique, he continued to make moves.
"Nine Nether Great Art!"
The peacock formed by the fire spirit reappeared around his body, but this time it suddenly turned black, and three heads were born. Billowing black flames surged from his body, containing infinite violence and ferocity, and flew around him Get up, and then rush towards Li Ying who has turned into a ghost and rushed towards him. This peacock was originally very Buddha-like, but it turned into a terrifying demon in an instant. , it seemed to be even more miserable than Li Ying, and it contained countless resentments.
boom!
The head of the black peacock swallowed Li Ying in one gulp, and then the black flames shrank violently, as if trying to refine him.
"Five Thunder Art!"
A bolt of thunder behind him rushed towards Jiuxiao, and then split into five paths, wrapping around the Great Golden Crow like a tangled rope. Rao, the Great Golden Crow was powerful and boundless, and its qi and blood were so thick that it surpassed the imagination of ordinary Golden Core cultivators. He couldn't break free for a while, he was struck by lightning and croaked, and he waved his wings randomly, stirring up the wind and the turbulent flow of spiritual power in the sky.
"Destruction technique!"
Song Guichan opened his sleeves, fierce wind gushed out of it, like pulling the ground and urging the city, and rolled towards Han Ying. In the wind, there were countless small wind blades, and there was a Nanzhan in the air. The monk's corpse was being entangled by the roots of the lotus platform, and it hadn't been completely absorbed, but when it was blown by the wind, it was like Ling Chi, and all the flesh and blood were blown away in an instant, leaving only the bones.
No matter how cold-faced Han Ying was, she was also a little shocked at this time. She swung the spear in her hand and kept tearing apart the surrounding void, using the cracks formed by the fracture of the void to block the strange wind from approaching her. One blow needs to have the power to tear apart the void, and the consumption is indescribably astonishing, but the strange wind keeps coming, and his defensive circle is getting smaller and smaller.
Afterwards, Song Guichan clasped his hands together: "Whip Mountain Great Art!"
A huge mountain suddenly appeared in the sky, it was thousands of feet high, as if it grew out of the sky, it was not a phantom, but an extremely real rock, which happened to grow between him and Fang Xing, as the mountain grew As he kept growing taller, Fang Xing was also pushed back non-stop by him. When the mountain grew, Fang Xing had already been pushed thousands of feet away by Song Guichan.
"The Great Art of the Red Lotus!"
A sneer appeared on Song Guichan's face, he pointed towards Li Hongyi like a flower, and a lotus flower bloomed in the void, with a faint red glow, entwined around Li Hongyi's body Li Hongyi, who was in great shock, at first used his spiritual power in a hurry and wanted to struggle out, but soon the frightened look on his face gradually faded, his expression became more and more indifferent and dull, and he gave up struggling, and finally Unexpectedly, he knelt down slowly to Song Guichan, his whole body seemed to have surrendered, but there was still a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.
Since monk Nan Zhan came to Shenzhou, he was the most stubborn and unwilling to give in. At this time, he also worshiped at Song Guichan's feet.
There was a smile on Song Guichan's face, and his eyes slowly looked at Fang Xing, who was forced thousands of feet away, with a look of madness, arrogance, and sarcasm: "Fang Daoyou, you have already I lost, do you have anything else to say?"
Fang Xing, who was thousands of feet away, hung his head, looked extremely depressed, and was alone, and said with some disinterestedness: "It seems that you have really learned all the techniques of the Northern Region of Shenzhou... It's too embarrassing, I guess my master I can't compare to you in the study of spells in my life, because apart from some things that must be learned, I really can't get motivated... "
Hearing this, Song Guichan already had a faint smile on his face, but Fang Xing's next words made him startled slightly.
"But if there is anything to say, there is one more..."
Fang Xing raised his head, and his voice gradually became extremely depressed and angry: "Even if you have learned eight thousand methods, you are not invincible!" Spiritual power like flowing clouds gathered over: "I have a master who treats me very well, not only protecting me, but also passing on the first specific spell that I have practiced in my life, called Yin Yang Great Mopan." , and you bullied him, so I went up the mountain today, my lord, just to vent my anger on the old man... "
Speaking of this, Fang Xing exhaled and opened his voice, his tongue burst into spring thunder, and the sound waves rolled like rolling out of the sky.
"Today, I will use a big millstone to break your Divine Eight Thousand Laws!"