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The ancestor came to the Demon Army¡¯s camp, grabbed a soldier at random and asked: ¡°My Demon Palace army has more than a million people, why are there only a few like you left? Where is Xiao Lin?¡±
The monk was so frightened that he trembled and murmured: "I heard that the marshal has been killed!"
Luo Hu and Xiao Lin had a deep relationship. After hearing this, his face became extremely gloomy, his eyes widened, and he kicked the soldier several feet away with a bang. "Tell me, who is so bold as to kill my good brother?"
Luo Hu controlled his strength very well. The soldier was only seriously injured and his life was not in danger. Enduring the severe pain, he crawled up to the ancestor and said in a trembling voice: "Marshal and Haotian fought for a long time, and then they left and never came back."
"Haotian, it's you again!" Ancestor Luo Hu snorted coldly, clenched his fists, and the quasi-sage aura exploded. The soldiers around him could not resist, and they were instantly reduced to powder.
The aura of the quasi-sage filled the void, and the faces of the coalition monks in the distance changed drastically, and they looked to the west in panic.
"Fellow Taoist Zhenyuan, who holds the position of quasi-sage and looks down upon the world, what should we do?" The monks from the three tribes were extremely anxious and asked one after another.
"We monks are nothing more than ants in the eyes of the quasi-sage. Even if Luo Hu is a demon, he will not bother to take action against us. Please rest assured." Zhen Yuanzi was also confused and could only comfort him with words.
"Do we still have to rely on the mercy of others to survive? At worst, if we fight with him, hundreds of Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortals will self-destruct. I don't believe that he will not be injured." A resolute elder of the casual cultivator slammed the table and stood suddenly rise.
When Luohu was angry, a sea of ??blood and a mountain of corpses appeared!
"The main body enters the Soul-Eating Wheel Blood Array to recuperate. The projection is enough to kill everyone here. If it absorbs all the evil energy and blood essence on the battlefield, why not recover, hahaha." Ancestor Luo Hu smiled strangely, and the body quietly sank into the ground, only Leave the projection behind to help the demon army defeat the enemy.
"Palace Master, all the sergeants have been assembled, a total of 200,000, please give instructions!" At the Demon Dao Camp, an elder from the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm was reporting to Luo Hu.
"I have already investigated and found that the opponent is just a bunch of rabble. If you follow me closely, we must let the corpses of the monks from the three tribes litter the field." Ancestor Luo Hu roared and turned into a dark magic cloud rolling toward the coalition forces. .
Demonic cloud is so majestic that it has already alarmed the top brass of the coalition. Zhen Yuanzi, Kunlun Sanqing, the elders of the three tribes and many other powerful people gathered together, but they were all silent, not knowing how to respond.
Fortunately, everyone present was a passionate monk, and no one suggested retreating or escaping. The silence made the venue even quieter and the atmosphere more oppressive.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches looked at each other and said in unison: "Everyone, Rahu is powerful. Our brothers want to use the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods to defeat him. As the power of the array is not enough, we need many monks from various departments to assist in the deployment. Formation, I wonder which Taoist friends are willing to go with me?"
There is no doubt about the strength of the ancestral witch. The eyes of everyone in the venue lit up, and then they fell into deep thought. This time the opponent is the Lord of the Ten Thousand Cave Demonic Palace. Not all monks have the courage to participate in such a risky thing.
After a while, dozens of Da Luo Jinxian and numerous Nine Heavens Mysterious Immortals walked silently to the side of the Twelve Ancestral Witches without changing their expressions. Needless to say, they showed their determination through actions.
At this time, Kunlun Sanqing and the Western Sages stood up at the same time and said loudly: "We are not talented, and would like to invite everyone to join Luohu. Is there any Taoist friends who are willing to pass?"
Some more monks came up behind the five people. In this way, the distribution of casual cultivators was basically completed.
Seeing that the monks from the three tribes had such a bloody spirit, they were unwilling to lag behind. The dragon clan elders looked at each other, nodded in unison, and said: "We, the dragon clan, are willing to set up a dragon formation to help you all!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Qilin and Phoenix tribes also responded, willing to help with the Five Spirits Formation and the Wutong Formation.
When the evil spirit arrived, the coalition forces were already well prepared, step by step, and each performed his or her duties.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches and many monks set up a vast array of evil spirits. The evil energy soared into the sky, and the black energy and blood clouds continued to rise, triggering millions of miles of blood evil energy. It was really scary.
Next to the Shensha Formation is the Tiangang Star Mountain Formation set up by Kunlun Sanqing and the Western Two Sages. On the outside is the Thirty-Six Tiangang Strange Formation for both offense and defense, and inside there is a mountain formation that traps the enemy and traps the enemy. It is very mysterious.
In addition to these two formations, the Panlong, Wuling and Wutong formations are decorated with the three talents of heaven and earth spirits.
Looking from a distance, it is so shocking that the mountains and rivers are shaken, how can you see it? There are poems to prove it: the ringing of the golden bell stirs up the universe, and the beating of the jade chime stirs up the heaven and earth; the emerald blue clouds coil around the dragon, and the emerald phoenix dances from the flag; the big red flag fire clouds cover the top, and the soapThe flags are spread with black energy; there are five spirits in the roar of beasts, and heroes gather in front of the Wuzhuang Temple. In front of the opposite sacred pillars, there is a way, and music plays in time; there is a way that contains the secrets of the Tiangang array, and the stars are densely spread like a chessboard.
Pieces of auspicious light cage bucket handles, murderous auras penetrated the spiritual platform one after another. A large array of gods and evil spirits emerge from the sky, and the cold wind blows at the neck; fishes and dragons can be distinguished from fake ones at this moment, and jade stones are completely reborn from now on; in this calamity, the spiritual platform is pure and clear, and the five clouds bloom.
The book from the ground sits firmly on Yuanzi, covering the earth and covering the mountains for hope of survival. The mist rises from the sandalwood clouds, and the traces of blood and energy are dense; when the white crane chirps, the sky and the earth turn, and the green luan spreads its wings and climbs the sea and mountains. The Taoist friends from Sanshan left Jinque and gathered together with the old devil today.
The projection of the ancestor stood in the clouds, with demonic energy rolling under his body. He looked at the large formation of evil energy and auspicious light in the distance, and smiled slightly, "Xiao Dao'er!"
After saying this, a magic sword suddenly appeared in his hand. Judging from its aura, it must be an innate spiritual treasure.
The ancestor held the demonic sword in his hand, made a seal with one hand, and gently drew it forward. The demonic energy instantly turned into a demonic dragon and rushed towards the coalition formation with its teeth and claws.
The whole body of the demon dragon is filled with death and evil aura. Compared with the real demon dragon, it is even worse. The roar of the dragon echoed through the void, colliding head-on with the formation.
The colorful stream of light flashed rapidly and the "crackling" sound continued. After all, the formation was not damaged. During the stalemate, the dragon clan members in the Panlong Formation roared in unison, pouring their life-long true energy into the formation, and the roar of dragons started again. , a five-clawed golden dragon roared and rushed out of the formation.
The five-clawed golden dragon and the demon dragon bite together, making them easy to kill.
The contest between the two dragons is actually a spiritual competition between the ancestor¡¯s projection and the members of the dragon clan. The former has a powerful soul and profound knowledge, while the latter has a large number of people and is not afraid of it. This competition of skills takes place every day and night.
Having restrained the demonic dragon, the Thirty-Six Tiangang Formation instantly expanded, covering up the projection of Rahu and many monks.
Patriarch Luo Hu showed disdain on his face and moved the sharp sword in his hand. With every move, the formation monks would surely fall.
Only the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun and the Two Sages of the West could not block the projection of the quasi-sage realm. Thunder suddenly appeared between the heaven and the earth, and only twelve ancestral shamans who guided the heaven and earth were seen, circling left and right, swarming out. But when I saw the flying clouds of red gas and purple lightning, they were densely packed and ferocious. They were really filled with murderous intent and melancholy clouds, so good for harm.
The expression of the ancestor's projection finally changed. When the ancestral witch killed the beast king, he had a glimpse of its secrets. Now that he was in the scene, he realized that there were many dangers. What's more, Pangu's shadow has not yet appeared, so ancestor Luo Hu has to be careful.
As for those ordinary soldiers, in the face of such a powerful formation, they will become fertilizer for the formation in less than half a day.
The ancestor did not care about the life and death of ordinary soldiers, and a phantom of a twelfth-grade black lotus appeared under his feet, wrapping himself tightly.
The murderous spirit lingers in Taihua, and the fighting sounds are loud and chaotic; all the gods gather together at Rahu, and thousands of names praise the gods and demons.
"Brother, the defense of Naoshizi Lotus Platform is too strong, so there is no need to waste time for him." Zhu Rong said loudly to Di Jiang in a hurry.
The Space Ancestral Witch Emperor Jiang¡¯s expression condensed and he shouted: ¡°The Ancestral Witches gather together and Pangu¡¯s true form comes out!¡±
"Roar" In the center of the Shensha formation, a huge shadow slowly took shape, and a violent and sad momentum swept all directions in an instant.
Ancestor Luo Hu¡¯s pupils shrank, and his fighting spirit surged: ¡°Let me come and meet you, the Great God of Heaven!¡±
Before he finished speaking, he stabbed Pangu's vitals with his sword. The giant seemed to sense the crisis and quickly waved his ax to block it.
"Dang!", with a loud noise, the giant took a step back, and the projection of Rahu flew out. At the same time, the twelve ancestral witches all spurted out a mouthful of blood, and their faces instantly turned pale.
The ancestor's projection laughed "haha": "Have fun, come again!"
Facing the attack of Patriarch Luohu, the twelve ancestral witches all changed their expressions, gritted their teeth, turned Pangu's true body, and struck down violently.
At this moment, colorful threads suddenly dropped from the sky and entangled Patriarch Luo Hu.
The ancestor frowned and his anger surged: "Five Spirits Formation, damn it!"
After saying that, the Rule of Destruction was activated, and a palm shot was fired in the direction of the Qilin Clan. The power of the rules cannot be resisted by ordinary monks. In an instant, nearly half of the Qilin monks bled from their seven orifices, and their souls and bodies suffered devastating blows.
Ignoring the others, the ancestor¡¯s projection jumped up and became entangled with Pangu¡¯s shadow again. After all, the level of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was too low, and they fell behind after a while.
Looking at the fading Pangu shadow, Kunlun Sanqing looked at each other and seemed to have made some determination. They sat cross-legged together, their palms touching each other, and the divine light above their heads suddenly bloomed.
Shangqing Qi, Taiqing Qi, and Jade Qingqi are intertwined with each other, and finally return to chaos. A pure white flower of the soul rises slowly, reflecting each other with Pangu's true body gathered by the twelve ancestral witches, in some mysterious way connect together.
"Boom" the flower of the soul merges with the virtual shadow of PanguThe two become one, and an aura that is superior to all living things arises spontaneously.
Luohu¡¯s projection expression changed drastically. Just as he was about to escape, he was severely scratched by Pangu¡¯s axe, and instantly turned into nothing.
Before everyone could be happy, something unexpected happened underground. The earth cracked, mountains collapsed, and lava spewed out.
An angry roar came from the ground, and rolling demonic waves gathered from the sky.
"No, Luo Hu is really underground!" Everyone was shocked and helped Sanqing and others who had been consumed by the drama to move to a safe place.
"Bang¡ª¡ª" Countless sword energy flew out from the ground and entered everyone's bodies. In an instant, the bodies of the monks below the Nine Heavens Mystic Immortal were crushed into pieces along with their souls and true spirits.
"My little Hongjun, you actually destroyed my formation, my ancestor will never let you go!"
Hundreds of thousands of troops gathered together in panic, not daring to make the slightest move. They still had the strength to fight against the Quasi-Saint's projection, but against the Quasi-Saint's true form, they had no room to fight back.
Regardless of whether you surrender or not, wherever the magic sword passes, blood will bloom and life will be harvested like grass.
Haotian, who was entangled with the Great Elder Qilin in the Valley of Souls, suddenly felt something. He looked into the distant void and murmured: "Master is here."
As if to prove the correctness of Haotian's words, auspicious clouds rose in the sky, and an old Taoist in mysterious clothes came on a crane, holding a whisk in his hand, and an ethereal voice came out of his mouth: "Fellow Taoist, how can you prove that your sword is on the wrong side?" Avenue¡¡±
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