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The alien features on the spirit flag of the Demon Mansion emitted a wave of hostility, especially the human-faced tentacles that were gradually taking shape. Although they were phantoms, they were stretching and flying, as if they were dozens or hundreds of people dragging long tails. The ghosts shuttled up and down the cauldron lid.
Even though they were twenty miles apart, and despite the high temperature of the lava, all the monks on the edge of the cauldron lid felt a coldness that penetrated their muscles and bones. If you sense it more carefully, you can find that the chaotic and violent chaos without any order is like an ice blade exploding in the body. If you are not careful, it may be riddled with holes and cause irreparable damage.
Faced with this power, everyone was speechless for a moment.
After a long while, Xu Chang shook his head, as if he was going to use this action to shake off the violent force that had come over him, and finally sighed: “This must be some peerless demon in the Blood Hell Ghost Mansion… After all, it is not right over there. Too familiar, Senior Brother Song, do you know which one this is?”
Song Gongyuan shook his head silently.
At this time, behind them, Shao Changping and Luo Yuniang came back quietly. Song Gongyuan nodded to the former, glanced into the darkness in the distance, and whispered: “Junior Sister Luo, Yuan Jun has rested?”
Luo Yuniang knew that he was just being polite, but with such a loud noise, who could rest peacefully? However, the master was not interested in this, and she couldn’t say it directly, so she just nodded as a response.
Song Gongyuan smiled and fell silent again.
Luo Yuniang joined in at any time, and the atmosphere became a little weird. Luo Yuniang was also aware of this, but she didn’t care. Perhaps she was more adaptable to this environment, so she only looked at the pavilion in the center of the tripod lid.
It happened that Patriarch Guliang breathed out a breath, which was slightly yellow in color and contained an oblate object the size of a chicken. This was a Qi seed specially formed according to the needs of the Demon Mansion Lingqi. That is to say, the ancestor’s magical powers are like the sea. This breath has the power of the Dan Huan monk to break the Yuan and release the Dan.
The seeds of Qi penetrated into the spirit flag of the demon mansion, and it was like applying the final color to the flag. The peerless demon was close to taking shape, swaying on the blood flag, lifelike.
At this time, unexpectedly, Luo Yuniang whispered: “It is indeed Wuan.”
“No shore?”
Xu Chang had some guesses at first, but when Luo Yuniang reminded him, he immediately came to his senses: “Is it the Zhuohai King Beast?”
But Luo Yuniang stopped talking again. Obviously, she didn’t want to communicate with anyone.
Xu Chang was choked, but could only smile awkwardly.
The female nun in front of them is indeed a beauty, and her grace is also excellent. However, when people appreciate her beauty, they can’t help but notice the vicissitudes of her beautiful face and the ability to resist all these. The stubbornness and strength formed make people dare not insult him.
As Xue Pingzhi’s close maid and only disciple, she followed her master and experienced glory and hardships. She was not lacking in what Xue Pingzhi endured. However, due to the gap in status and strength, she even had to Tougher.
This experience formed her unique style of acting.
On the one hand, she is very low-key, like Zhu Wanxiang, who had never even heard of her before getting involved in this matter; but on the other hand, when things really happen, she acts in extremely drastic ways. The whole person is swinging between two extremes, and there is rarely a middle choice.
Why did the atmosphere change when Luo Yuniang arrived? It is because Song Gongyuan, Shao Changping, Xuchang, Ma Mingchu and other people who are usually close to him have heard about his style of doing things, so they are very careful. Zhu Wanxiang is a bright-eyed person, and he will imitate what he does. It became dull.
It’s not a problem to hold it all in, so Shao Changping smiled and said: “Senior Brother Xu, what did you tell Senior Sister Luo about this Zhuohai King Beast…”
There was a step, and Xuchang naturally came down immediately, told the information about Wuan in a few words, and praised:
“That Wu’an is the best at filthy spiritual wisdom, and he returns to chaos together. I think that the fierce sword also has a spirit, and has almost collapsed. It is also in a place of chaos and unknown, and then there is Wu’an’s final kick… …What am I saying? It’s not impossible to forcibly refine the fierce sword with the power of the ancestors and purely through the power of the earth’s core magnetism and molten metal, but it will also take more than ten years. It turns out that there is an ambush. Such a number.”
What he said was realistic. Song Gongyuan and others all agreed. Wuan is the real big demon in the Blood Hell Ghost Mansion. His true combat power is definitely at the level of an earthly immortal. He was only reduced by half due to mental issues. , but in a sense, it is even more terrifying.
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Guliang Patriarch’s association with it was actually a bit of a risk, but taking a risk has its value. Judging from the degree and intensity of the movement of Qi, when Wu An was formed, the Xuanhuang Killing Sword was pulled Entering chaos is just a few breaths.
Just when people were looking forward to that moment coming, the faint chant of the sword was transmitted through the cauldron cover.
In front of Wu’an’s power projected through the sky, the sound of the sword’s cry seemed very weak. It seemed that if Wu’an’s roar was just a little louder, it would be suppressed, but from beginning to end, it was always Just a little bit different.
The sound of sword chants is intermittent and continuous, but it persists stubbornly. The sharp tone, lying in the deep and thunderous roar, is like an eyesore in the shallow sea. Its existence cannot be ignored.
In the pavilion and tower, Patriarch Guliang’s closed eyes opened slightly, and his eyes were like frost, falling on the demon mansion’s spiritual flag. At this time, the blood flag was trembling, and Wu An’s body shape had been transformed into 99%, but in one place, it was a little distorted, and it has never been adjusted.
The cast-iron face remained unchanged. He opened his lips slightly, but a loud sound came out from between his lips and teeth. The bronze cauldron cover seemed to have been hit hard by an iron rod. There was a loud “dang” sound, and the entire They were all trembling. The two guardian divine beasts on the cauldron lid suddenly disintegrated. One turned into fire smoke, the other turned into darkness. They each threw themselves at the handles where their shapes were. Soon, the runes on the cauldron lid appeared side by side. Continuous.
The talisman arrays around the pit also activated one after another, and the bass resonated.
When Song Gong saw the situation, he didn’t care what to say. He sat cross-legged on the spot and put his mind into the talisman formation, connecting it with Ziwu Cishan.
Ziwu Cishan was originally the portable magic weapon of Guliang Patriarch, and it almost reached the level of magic weapon. Later, it was passed to him as a natal weapon. After practicing for many years, I have become very good at it. I am just waiting for an opportunity to break through the limit of the eighteenth level of a single wheel.
As the hub of the talisman formation this time, it is the ancestor’s trust in him. Does he dare to go all out?
Man and machine are connected by heart and blood, and once Song Gongyuan got involved, he took control of the current situation.
In the lava lake, under the Cishan Mountain, the Xuanhuang Killing Sword and Yu Ci were obviously going to make a last ditch effort. Somehow, they were able to temporarily repel the intrusion of the endless magical power. The swords were fierce and ready to come out. .
Gu Liang Patriarch did not give them any chance, and uttered the soul-living divine sound, thereby stimulating the mysterious magic power of the soul-living cauldron. Although there was only one cauldron cover, the power of the Wumen torture weapon , it is still unbelievable that the thousands of layers of blood-killing aura were penetrated by one blow, and the resentful and vicious aura that was accumulated in it and closely related to the Xuanhuang Sword Intent melted away like hot water and snow.
Those who stubbornly refused to let go were forcibly bound and torn apart by the soul-removing magic.
If there were real living beings here, this would be the death blow that would separate the souls. Even as Song Gongyuan watched, he felt chilled in his heart. But he was not idle either. The upper layers of talisman arrays on the magnetic mountain were activated, and the magneto-optical killing array took advantage of the situation to advance to another level.
Or it may be controlled by the spirit flag of the demon mansion, Wu’s magical power, and the perfect coordination with the Soul-Living Cauldron, seize this opportunity, and come out in full force, like the wind and the remaining clouds, the scattered blood-killing energy is completely exhausted. They were all swallowed up, and in an instant, everything under the Ziwu Cishan Mountain was completely clean, except for the four-foot-long green front, whistling and whistling, and a thin layer of mist surrounding it.
With the nourishment of blood-killing energy, Wu An was so excited that huge waves formed in the lava lake. The area of 40 miles was filled with fire currents, full of true power, and the waves were tumbling endlessly.
It makes people wonder whether the peerless demon will break through the separation between the two realms and charge over at the next moment.
Guliang Patriarch was well prepared. He formed a seal again in the pavilion and tower, and used the slight gap between the two realms opened by the demon mansion’s spirit flag to bridge it. Only a little connection remained between Wu’an’s body and the projection. Above, it works through the Demon Mansion Spiritual Flag.
The chaos in the lava lake has calmed down a little. Song Gongyuan let out a long breath. The shoreless chaotic magic power does not distinguish between the enemy and ourselves. He also had a hard time maintaining the Ziwu Cishan and surrounding talisman formations. It is better now. Too much, stripped of the blood-killing aura, the power of the Xuanhuang Killing Sword will be reduced by at least 70-80%.
What’s more, the blood-killing energy in the past was completely destroyed by Wu An and its projection. Not to mention the former, now around the spirit flag of the Demon Mansion, the blood energy is really like the sea, and Wu An’s shadow is making waves inside. I’m afraid its quality has already deteriorated. Rise to the level of magic weapon. Amid this ebb and flow, does Xuanhuang Killing Sword still want to overturn the world?
At this moment, the ancestor spoke, roaring like thunder in his ears: “Calm down!”
Song Gongyuan was startled, and heard a loud buzzing sound from the pavilion and tower. It was Guliang Patriarch who released the Soul-Living Divine Sound for the second time.
He immediately reacted: “Yes, and there is Yu Ci… When a liger and a tiger fight a rabbit, you should use all your strength.”
Without finishing the thought, his chest suddenly felt tight and he hummed. The bright yellow aura on his face was brushed seven or eight times in a row, even covering up the true color of his skin. In an instant, his face was slightly distorted by the violent situation, and he opened his mouth, but he only had time to scream for caution before he fell on his back.
Shao Changping, who was behind him, only had time to hold him up when he saw the huge cauldron lid in front of him jump up heavily.
What is the concept of a metal lid with a diameter of forty miles?
While all the monks gathered here were still confused, the dark red magma that melted gold and iron had already spewed out under the impetus of some huge force.
Even with a real person’s cultivation, it is extremely uncomfortable to resist the high-temperature magma. However, all the monks are extraordinary and know that something is wrong.
But at this time, they heard a Zen chant, which came from the bottom of the deep. It was as bright as the sun, and even a forty-mile lava lake could not hold it:
“This Dharma is equal, there is no superiority or inferiority, this is called Anuttarasamyaksambodhi.”
The hanging spirit flag of the Demon Mansion fell down in response.