"Damn bald donkey, you ruined my good deeds!"
Several Huajie ancestors of Disha Pavilion were furious. They did not expect that their magical power that could turn the tide of the battle was actually broken by some Buddhist juniors. One can imagine the anger in his heart.
One of the men wearing a cloak and a mask swooped out.
He was in mid-air, grasping with five fingers, and the rolling evil energy condensed into a huge ghost claw. It was very fast, and it reached the head of the Buddhist soldier in the blink of an eye.
Although these Buddhist soldiers have profound Buddhist teachings and are good at purifying the souls of grievances, they are not good at fighting with others, not to mention that their opponents are the ancestors of the Tribulation, and they do not even have the strength to resist.
The ghost claws fell and instantly broke the Buddha light of the monks. Just as they were about to crush one of them to death, a loud laugh suddenly came from the side:
"Are all the fellow Taoists in Beiming so shameless?"
Before he finished speaking, a huge palm print appeared in mid-air, and suddenly slapped the ghost claw, turning the ghost claw into black smoke, and all the evil energy was gone.
“Who?!”
The man in the cloak turned around suddenly, only to see a monk holding a wooden staff and coming on a cloud.
This monk is tall, has long arms, and has bulging muscles. He is wearing a fiery red cassock. A yellow cloud appears behind his head, rolling unsteadily.
“Master Douzhan!”
The man in the cloak exclaimed, with obvious fear in his tone.
The monk laughed and said: "Gu Yazi, looking at you hiding your head and showing your tail, are you still afraid that others will recognize you? In order to seek refuge in Beiming, you did not hesitate to kill your master and betray your family. What else is there in this world? Something you can’t do!”
“You’re talking nonsense!”
The man in the cloak shouted, and the skills in his body were running. His spiritual power condensed into a three-color glow in front of him, spreading like water waves, and he was in front of his opponent in an instant.
The Venerable Douzhan laughed, and struck with his wooden staff in the air, shattering the three-color glow. Then, yellow clouds rose up behind his head, turned into a big hand, and grabbed the man in the cloak. .
Under this grasp, the cloaked man instantly felt that he was outmatched. He hurriedly turned around and turned into a light, trying to escape far away.
But just as he was about to launch his Escape Light, nine rays of golden clouds swept from different directions, hitting his Escape Light.
“The Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals!”
The man in the cloak exclaimed, the light disappeared, and he staggered a few steps in mid-air, looking very embarrassed.
Seeing the formation's killing move coming, he had no choice but to sacrifice his own magic weapon to resist the killing of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation.
But although he barely blocked the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, he could no longer resist the Lord Dou Zhan behind him.
The big hand grabbed it in the air, and the Buddhist aura was as condensed as a mountain. He quickly caught the cloaked man in his hand. He didn't even have time to use the life-saving magic weapon on his body, but the Venerable Douzhan knocked it with a wooden staff and covered the Tianling. Knocked to pieces.
Scenes similar to this occurred across the battlefield.
Because the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was reactivated, Beiming's monks had to deal with the formation restrictions and resist the attack of Nanxuan's monks. They were unable to take care of both ends and were caught off guard.
Even the ancestor of Huajie is no exception!
The battle that was originally evenly matched soon became one-sided with the support of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, and almost all of the Nanxuan monks won a complete victory.
"God bless me, Nanxuan. I will drive back the enemy army. Victory or defeat depends on this!"
The momentum of everyone in Nanxuan is high.
The Shenxiao Army, Wuchen Army, Kunwu Army and other main armies all rushed down the Great Wall of Juetian at this time, taking advantage of the situation to chase down the Beiming monks.
There were monks from Juntian City at the rear to help out and provide antidote elixirs, which further relieved everyone's worries. They all fought bravely to kill the enemy with great momentum!
In the middle of the battlefield, there was an open space that stretched for thousands of miles, and no one dared to approach it.
But it is the battlefield of Wu Ci, Liu Changshou, Jisheng Demon Lord and Dan Yangsheng.
Danyang Sheng fought one against three against the three Yashengs. After more than a thousand rounds, not only did he not fall behind, he actually suppressed the three of them!
His Confucian robes were flying, and his exposed skin turned red. He looked like an ancient true god, with great power in every punch and kick.
Another blazing sun appears behind my head, with thousands of rays of rays burning the mountains and boiling the sea.
No matter how victorious the Demon Lord is, his demonic aura is overwhelming, Wu Ci's mysterious skills are treacherous, and Liu Changshou's mastery of beast control, they can't do anything to him. No matter there are thousands of spells or changes, as long as you are close to Dan Yangsheng, they will be evaporated by the power of pure Yang and turn into a wisp of blue smoke.
The more the three of them fight, the more frightened they become!
At the beginning, I wanted to play it safe and sound, first using spells to test and wait for opportunities to find Dan Yangsheng’s flaws.
But now, they have discovered that the "Pure Yang Immortal Technique" has no flaws at all, and does not require any magic weapons, talismans or other external objects. Just one breath of pure Yang Qi can burn out all the magic weapons and magical powers of the three of them!
“I didn’t expect that this old monster would hide his strength last time we fought!” Wu Ci was secretly shocked.
“With this guy’s strength, I’m afraid he’s not far away from becoming a saint.” Liu Changshou also had a solemn expression on his face.
Up to this point in the fight, even the most unruly Demon Lord has no confidence in defeating his opponent.
The three of them all had one thought in mind, which was to hold back Danyang Sheng!
The current situation is obviously in Nanxuan's favor. As long as Danyangsheng, the biggest variable, is held back by them, Beiming will definitely lose!
Dan Yangsheng also saw the changes in the battlefield.
As calm as he was, he could not help but frown slightly, thinking in his heart: "How can the Great Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals be repaired? There are only nine sub-sages in Nanxuan, and they are all on this battlefield now. With that person's Is it possible that even strength can fail?”
My mind was spinning, and I had deduced all possible situations, but I still couldn’t figure it out.
"There is also the variable of Juntian City. I didn't expect that they had lived in seclusion for hundreds of thousands of years, but they were willing to come out to help, and they also developed the secret method of detoxification. It seems that the Shennong lineage has restrained the Poison Saint lineage after all."
With the two changes in Juntian City and the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, the war between the north and the south has reversed.
Dan Yangsheng looked around and saw that Nan Xuan was as powerful as a rainbow. Under the command of the commanders of the armies, he came out of the Great Wall and charged at the Beiming monks in various mysterious formations.
On the other hand, Beiming's army was already disorganized. Later, there was the incident of Disha Pavilion using ghosts to control deserters. Those casual cultivators were still willing to work hard, but they were fighting and retreating. There was no formation at all.
“The defeat is overwhelming.”
Dan Yangsheng sighed secretly.
As the commander-in-chief of the three armies, when he saw this scene, he naturally knew that the situation was over. But he has always been calm, strategizing, and winning thousands of miles away, and he still refuses to give up.
While resisting the magical powers of Wu Ci, Liu Changshou and others, he used his Dharma Eyes to scan the entire battlefield and found a glimmer of hope.
“The Formation of Ten Thousand Immortals!”
Dan Yangsheng’s eyes flashed.
The most important reason for Nanxuan's comeback lies in the reactivation of the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation". Otherwise, even if Poison Man fails, Beiming's army will not be defeated. Now Beiming is surrounded by the "Array of Ten Thousand Immortals". On the surface, it looks like it has fallen into a point of no return, but there is a hint of a turning point.
Thinking of this, Danyang suddenly mobilized his spiritual power and shouted loudly:
"Fellow Taoists! We are already trapped in a desperate situation. Even if we want to escape, we cannot escape from the 'Ten Thousand Immortals Formation' 'The barrier is not as good as Give it a try, as long as you defeat Nan Xuan, your cultivation resources will be endless in the future, and you all have the hope to aspire to the great path!"
He used the power of pure Yang to transmit a message that stretched for thousands of miles, and most of the monks on the battlefield were attracted by it! heard it.
This is the truth. Now that the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" is restarted, it is like beating a dog with a closed door. The people in Beiming couldn't attack back then, and they can't escape now. Instead of letting others slaughter them, why not A desperate fight.
"Old man, you still want to resist? Bei Ming's energy is exhausted! You can't escape today!"
Ji Sheng Demon Lord shouted, and pinched the spell in his hand.
As he cast the spell, the Jueqing Tower above his head rotated rapidly, releasing eighty-one rays of magic light. Each ray of magic light contained endless killing moves, but it was his most powerful magical power: "Nine-nine Silences" Destroy the Tao!"
The immeasurable magic light fell, as if the world had changed, only the sound of demonic sounds penetrated the ears, and the chilling air swept across all directions!
“Haha, hearing it a hundred times is not as good as seeing it once, ‘Nine Nines of Nirvana’ is nothing!”
Dan Yangsheng laughed loudly, pointed his hand, and the power of pure Yang rushed into the air, condensing into an octagonal pill furnace.
He fanned the feather fan again, and a real fire was lit under the alchemy furnace. With a "bang!", the furnace lid opened, releasing a red vortex, absorbing the boundless evil energy and the "Jieqing Tower" Got in.
“Ah!”
The natal magic weapon was destroyed, even though the supreme demon king had a strong heart, he couldn’t help but scream at this time, and blood flowed from all his orifices.
Looking at Dan Yangsheng again, he broke through the opponent's killing move while talking and laughing. At this time, he did not retreat but advanced. With a flash of his body, he attacked Wu Ci and Liu Changshou again.
"Be careful!"
Liu Changshou shouted, took out a talisman from his sleeve, muttered something in his mouth, and then forced a drop of blood essence from his fingertips and dropped it on the talisman.
The talisman fluttered in the wind and soon landed on the black turtle's back. The black turtle's aura suddenly surged, and the whole body emitted colorful brilliance.
"Roar!"
With a roar, the black turtle suddenly blocked in front of the two of them, and the colorful glow rushed out, like a huge hammer, hitting hard Danyang is born.
At the same time, Wu Ci also pinched his fingers.
The "Nine Transformations of Xiaoyao Kung" is activated. One life is two, two is three, and three is endless. In the blink of an eye, tens of millions of Wu Ci appeared in the sky. They turned around at the same time and struck with a single palm. out.
But I saw that the spiritual power was as vast as the sea, coming from all directions, containing thousands of mysterious changes, firmly locking Danyangsheng's aura!
Faced with the two men's joint attack, Danyang's expression remained unchanged and he laughed.
He punched out with his left hand, and the power of pure Yang was like magma erupting. Thousands of red clouds rose into the sky, completely extinguishing the colorful divine light on the black turtle.
Poor that mysterious tortoise, who had been practicing with Liu Changshou for thousands of years, but could not resist the power of pure Yang. He let out a mournful cry, and then the tortoise shell shattered and the blood of the tortoise spilled from the sky.
Dan Yangsheng held a feather fan in his right hand. , with a slight slap, the blazing sun exploded behind his head, and a circle of ripples spread around.
Wherever it passes, the void collapses, and all magical powers are reduced to nothing. Thousands of Wu Ci cannot stop the "scorching sun" from exploding, and they are all turned into powder in the fiery red light.
After all the "Wu Ci" dissipated, a ball of chaotic energy condensed in the void, and then a figure appeared, but it was Wu Ci himself.
It’s just that at this time, Wu Ci’s hair was disheveled and his steps were staggering. He was unsteady as if he was drunk. He staggered a few steps and suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a large amount of blood!
"Hahaha! The ninth revolution is not really free and easy. I have cultivated the Pure Yang Immortal Kung Fu, and I can be free and easy under the saints. I am the real free and easy!"
Amidst the laughter, Danyang Sheng used the power of one person to break through the The three great sub-sages, Jisheng Demon Lord, Liu Changshou and Wu Ci, activated their escape light, their bodies flashed, and in the blink of an eye they were above the Great Wall.
The monks guarding the city had not yet recovered from the shock. They were shocked when they saw a man in Confucian robes riding on the wind and clouds, like a raging fire, reaching the top of his head in the blink of an eye!
“Hurry, stop him!”
Under the command of the two ancestors of the calamity, the city defenders simultaneously opened the prohibition mechanism and opened the barrier to protect the city.
A layer of dark-yellow glow, thicker than the mountain, appeared above the city wall, blocking Dan Yangsheng's way.
Seeing this, Dan Yangsheng sneered, waved his feather fan, and the power of pure Yang turned into nine fairy swords, which fell from the sky at the same time.
Boom!
Amidst the loud noise, countless ripples appeared in the air. The power of pure Yang and the power of the formation's restriction stirred up each other, creating chaotic storms one after another.
Suddenly there was a crisp sound, and the city wall barrier that was originally indestructible in everyone's eyes was torn open by the pure Yang power of Dan Yangsheng.
"Not good!"
The power of pure Yang swept down, and thousands of soldiers guarding the city were instantly killed on the spot!
Even the two ancestors of Huajie, who were highly cultivated, vomited blood and could not afford to wither.
Dan Yangsheng laughed loudly, held his hands in the air, tore open the city wall barrier, and then flashed his figure and penetrated into the Great Wall.
His escape speed was extremely fast, and he reached the center of the Great Wall in just an instant.
There are tens of thousands of Nanxuan monks sitting cross-legged here. They are all masters of formations. Since the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" was reactivated, these people have performed their respective duties and controlled the formation again.
This is the glimmer of hope Dan Yangsheng found!
Such a huge formation as the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation cannot be controlled by one person. Therefore, there is a center inside the Great Wall that specializes in controlling formations, gathering all the formation masters in Nanxuan.
Even if "Xuantian Pass" is repaired, if no one controls the formation, it will still not be able to exert its due power.
Dan Yangsheng plans to use his own efforts to kill all the masters of formations in Nanxuan, so that the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" will return to silence, in order to help Beiming's army reverse the defeat!
This is a turning point in a desperate situation!
Although he was trapped in the "Ten Thousand Immortals Formation" and seemed to be in a desperate situation, what Dan Yangsheng was thinking in his heart was that he was one step closer to the center of the formation and could go straight to Huanglong!
"You guys have worked hard for Nan Xuan, so just sleep here today."
Dan Yangsheng sneered, waved his sleeves, and the power of pure Yang was in front of him. They gathered together and condensed into a huge red palm print, covering tens of thousands of monks below.
Although these monks are proficient in formations, they are not good at fighting. The one with the highest level of cultivation is Zhenjun Tongxuan. How can they block Dan Yangsheng's full blow?
"No, stop him quickly!"
Wu Ci, Jisheng Demon Lord, and Liu Changshou were all seriously injured. They tried their best to catch up with Dan Yangsheng. Seeing the other party take action, Nan Xuan tens of thousands The famous formation masters could not help but turn pale as they were in danger.
At this moment, a catkin suddenly appeared in the air.
This catkin was insignificant compared to the big red hand, but it was not evaporated, but instead stood strangely above everyone's heads.
Of course Dan Yangsheng knew that someone was trying to stop him, but he didn't take it seriously.
"Hmph! None of the three great Yasages are my opponent. Who else in Nanxuan can stop me?"