Chapter 472 Atmosphere Group
"Get up!"
Ning Daoran lightly stomped the ground, and suddenly stars flashed behind him, and a falling star array rose up, covering the entire Bailong Mountain. The array was filled with stars, and soon it slowly dissipated and disappeared.
It seems empty, but in fact a falling star array is already standing across it.
Ning Daoran was extremely satisfied with this formation, killing people invisible and keeping a low profile.
But...
He frowned.
Since Lin Man left, his life of cultivating immortals has been very boring. This is not good. He must find some fun for himself while his wife is away.
So with a thought, he decided to use the "atmosphere group" that he had been designing for a long time but had never had the chance to use.
The Blood Soul Sect has been building momentum for so long, and the Twelve Demon Sects have been beating gongs and drums in the upper reaches for so many years. It's like singing a show. At this time, the show is about to end. How can it be done without any atmosphere.
"Come!"
He shook his sleeves, and suddenly the paper figures flew out, turning into figures and disappearing into the forest.
Later, when the demonic monks from the Twelve Demon Sects came to attack the mountain, these paper figures would naturally come in handy.
And Ning Daoran, wearing a green shirt and long sleeves, stood at the foot of the mountain, looking like an extremely honest young man.
……
“Dong dong dong~~~”
In the afternoon, dull drum sounds came from the distance.
Upstream, countless warships appeared, and the Twelve Demon Sect finally left the water stronghold. The way the flags were fluttering was like a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers surrounding Huaguo Mountain, which simply suffocated Xu Jian, Xu Zhongyao and others who were watching on the main peak.
It's finally here.
Ning Daoran raised the corners of his mouth and showed a smile.
In the sky, a treasure boat lay across the deck, with a group of golden elixir monks standing on the deck. Old Demon Lin stood at the head, and the other golden elixir monks were all the sect masters and leaders of the Twelve Demon Sects.
"Everyone!"
With deep resentment on his face, Old Demon Lin said: "Master Qiu Shui killed my only son Lin Chengfei. This hatred is irreconcilable! How can we, the heroes of the Twelve Demon Sect, be defeated by his mere Bailong Mountain?" It’s so overwhelming, what do you think?”
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
A monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks in the middle stage of the Golden Core sneered: "How can we, with tens of thousands of monks from the Twelve Demon Sect, still be unable to conquer a mere White Dragon Mountain? Let alone two late-stage Golden Core monsters, so what if there are ten of them? No matter how hard it is to chew, I, the Twelve Demon Sect, will definitely chew it off!”
"Exactly!"
A strong man wearing armor said solemnly: "Hmph... Apart from the mountain master and a few spiritual beasts, how can Bailong Mountain have any combat power? How can it be done with just three melons and two dates? Can you resist our Twelve Demon Sects?”
"That's right!"
One of the middle-stage Jindan old men wearing a blood-colored gown narrowed his eyes and spread his voice far away: "Little friend Ning... don't make any mistakes. Our army of tens of thousands of monks from the Twelve Demon Sect is coming. How can you resist it?" ? I only have myself and a few spiritual beasts, and I have no other means. Why not surrender to Bailong Mountain as soon as possible? I won’t embarrass you.”
"Thank you, fellow Taoist."
Ning Daoran said: "But Ning is definitely not the only one in Bailong Mountain."
"Oh?"
Old Demon Lin sneered and said: "Ning, your Bailong Mountain has been caught in the trap of our Twelve Demon Sects. Why are you still talking so hard? Besides you, who else dares to risk the world's disapproval to save your Bailong Mountain?" , just call them out and let me open my eyes.”
"Hmph!"
Ning Daoran said lightly: "Old Demon Lin, this is what you said!"
As he spoke, he raised his palms high and said in a deep voice: "All the fellow Taoists from the Twelve Demon Sects are at their door. Where are my brothers? Where are Ning's cronies?! Come out!"
Suddenly, footsteps continued to be heard on the hillsides on both sides of Ning Daoran.
"Whoosh!"
A strong man with an ax in both hands and a face as black as coal rushed out of the top of the mountain with four other strong men, singing loudly like thunder: "Hey! Brothers one, two, three, four, five!"
"There are tens of millions of brothers!"
On another hilltop, a man with a leopard head, ringed eyes and a tassel in his hand rushed out with four tough men, beating the time and singing in a low voice: "Hey~~~Hey~~~~"
"When brothers meet, three bowls of wine!"
There was a rustle in the dense forest, and a great monk with a Zen staff in his hand and a tattoo all over his body rushed out with a group of people.
"Brothers discuss Tao, two bowls of tea!"
There was another strong man wearing walker's clothes with two knives on his back, singing loudly and leading a group of people out.
"Brothers join a pack of wolves!"
"Brothers pull a cart with eight horses!"
As the singing became louder and louder, more and more people came out of the forest, each one fiercely!
There are sharpshooters wearing carved bows, Taoists holding ancient pine-patterned swords, generals holding double maces and green dragon knives, and even sassy female generals holding double knives.
In short, a large number of second-grade paper figures were carefully refined by Ning Daoran.
There was even a dark-looking man with the word "prison" tattooed on his forehead, who came out and shouted: "Brothers, Song is not talented. He is willing to fight the enemy in a bloody battle with all the brothers. If he loses, he will fight with the enemy." I will kill myself and die together!”
"Kill!"
The sound of killings was everywhere, and the show was already at full effect.
……
Outside the mountains.
"..."
Old Demon Lin was silent. The masters of the Twelve Demon Sects also fell silent.
"My dear mother..."
A magic cultivator said blankly: "What did I see..."
Of course, some demonic monks actually felt this, saying with tears in their eyes: "If they weren't enemies, I would really want to join them..."
"His grandma's!"
Old Demon Lin was furious, raised his hand and shouted: "Don't be fooled by these things of his, attack the mountain immediately, trample Bailong Mountain to the ground, and cut all Qiushui Master and his spiritual beasts into pieces! After capturing Bailong Mountain, my Blood Soul Sect will share this mountain and this river with all the other sects!”
"Kill!"
The Twelve Demon Sect finally takes action!
Countless monks, puppets, and spiritual beasts rushed over and strangled the second-class paper figures on the periphery.
"You clown, die for me!"
A demonic monk in the early stage of the Golden Core rushed over and struck hard at the man holding a double ax with his magic sword.
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But who would have thought that the man would have dodged with a shudder, and then a pair of axes fell from the sky and struck directly on the neck of the early Golden Core monk, causing blood to splash everywhere!
"Not good!"
Someone shouted: "These people are not clowns, they are very powerful!"
"All the golden elixirs will take action in the later stage to strangle these mysterious monks!"
Amidst the quarrel, the two sides fought together.
Ning Daoran folded his arms and just watched from the wall.
At this time, the strength of the second-class paper figurine he refined was approximately equivalent to 10% of the original body. However, even if Ning Daoran, a monster like Ning Daoran, had 10% of the original body's combat strength, it was approximately equivalent to the middle stage of the golden elixir!
Therefore, everyone in this group of Liangshan heroes can be used as a mid-stage golden elixir, and most of the Twelve Demon Sects, only the sect leaders and supreme elders can withstand the second-class paper people. Basically, they can only rely on their numerical advantage. .
Ning Daoran only released one hundred and eight second-class paper figurines for show, and there were hundreds of second-grade paper figurines that had sneaked into the periphery, waiting to strangle all the twelve demon sects.
Besides, he also wanted to see the power of the Falling Star Formation.
……
"Click!"
Old Demon Lin descended from the sky and within a few moves, he twisted off the head of the imaginary dog-headed military advisor Wu Yong that Ning Daoran had refined, only to find that the man quickly turned into a paper man whose magic power dissipated.
"It turned out to be just a little trick to stand in for a paper man!"
Old Demon Lin immediately smashed it into pieces and said angrily: "Fellow Taoists, don't be afraid. These are just paper figures, nothing more than trivial tricks. Keep charging and kill them all!"
Half an hour later, the great monks of the Twelve Demon Sects used various methods and finally strangled more than a hundred second-class paper figures.
"Attack the mountain!"
Old Demon Lin shouted, and countless monks rushed up to Bailong Mountain.
However, not long after this group of monks stepped into the outer mountains of Bailong Mountain, wisps of starlight fell from the sky.
"What is that?"
An early-stage Jindan demon cultivator frowned: "Meteor shower? Junior sister, look, it's actually a meteor shower!"
"Huh?"
The junior sister with disheveled hair and a punk girl look was surprised and said: "It's really a meteor shower, so beautiful. Senior brother, look, senior brother, you..."
When she looked up again, a meteorite fell from the sky and smashed her senior brother's body to pieces!
"Brother!!"
The punk nun was so scared that she lost her soul!
"Not good!"
In the air, an elder of the Demon Sect in the middle stage of the Golden Core was shocked and turned pale. He hurriedly used a low-grade magic weapon bone shield to block it, but where it could not be blocked, the bone shield was penetrated with a click, and then the old man's body froze in place. It slowly dissipated into dust, just like Lin Baoping's death.
"This is a formation!!"
Old Demon Lin was shocked: "This person actually has a fourth-level killing array, it's not good!"
The next second, Old Demon Lin directly ignited a third-level divine speed talisman, floated back, and threw two Blood Soul Sect disciples into the sky, blocking a star attack.
The Falling Star Array was fully activated, and countless stars fell from the sky, so that the demonic monks who were caught off guard disappeared into thin air on the spot.
The Twelve Demon Sects were defeated in an instant, it was like a joke.
……
Ning Daoran frowned, miscalculating.
The two fourth-order formations on the inner mountain are a bit wasteful. The people of the Twelve Demon Sects have no ability to attack the inner mountain, let alone the main peak.
"Everyone moves out!"
He frowned and issued a secret order to all the A and B paper figures lurking in the area near Bailong Mountain: "Kill the Twelve Demon Sects without mercy, kill them all!"
Suddenly, countless golden elixir auras burst out in the mountain, so that all the monks who were scared away by the Falling Star Array were hunted down, and it was difficult for anyone to escape the net.
"Xiaoqing!"
Ning Daoran waved the green ghost flag and said: "Buffet, kill and eat at the same time, hurry up!"
"Yes, sir!"
Xiaoqing smiled gently, turned around and rushed away, instantly strangling the bodies of dozens of demon cultivators into flesh and blood, and then devouring their souls in one mouthful. She, an evil ghost with the late-stage combat power of the golden elixir, was defeated when the opponent was defeated. The situation is simply invincible!
"Lao Lu, Xiao Bai, Xiao Heizi, Xiao Gui, stop watching the show, all go out and fight quickly!"
For a time, there were roars in the mountains.
Many monks of the Twelve Demon Sects are in panic, and they no longer know who the devil is!
(End of chapter)