The time was noon, and Jiang Feng walked into Guyuan City. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

According to Jiang Feng's impression of the cities of the various immortal dynasties in the Divine Realm, a city like Guyuan City, where there were many monks in the past, should be very lively and prosperous in the city.

But after Jiang Feng walked into Guyuan City, he found that the streets of the entire city were empty, and there were no vendors selling immortal weapons and pills along the streets. Not even a pedestrian could see one.

Such a strange phenomenon is naturally abnormal, and the general before the union said that there was a ghost cultivator in Guyuan City, and Jiang Feng could more or less guess what was going on.

Sniff ...... Jiang Feng twitched his nose, and in the wind he caught a trace of blood.

"It seems that the battle is very fierce, what kind of 'heroes and heroes' can make that group of 'famous and decent' suffer such heavy casualties?"

Jiang Feng thought about it, and the whole person followed the smell of blood.

On the outskirts of Guyuan City, in the meadow next to the purple maple forest. The maple tree, which is more than 10 meters high, is covered with purple maple leaves, and because a few maple leaves are blown off from the maple tree every time the breeze blows, the grass at this moment is covered with purple maple leaves, and it is really beautiful at first glance as if it was a dream fairyland.

But it was in such a beautiful environment that the cold killing intent permeated the audience.

Xiao Ding, who was holding the spirit flag, stood upright, no matter whether Xiao Ding was a blood clan or a ghost cultivator at this time. The unyielding temperament of the king of soldiers in him, as well as the endless fighting spirit that will never be exhausted, have never changed in the slightest.

Xiao Ding glanced at the eight monks who surrounded him in a circle around him, Xiao Ding smiled faintly: "Let more than five hundred monks come to death first, and when I am almost consumed, I will make another move, and it is really a good strategy." ”

"It's not stupid, but smart people tend to die younger. One of the eight monks, a middle-aged man in a robe with a goatee, chuckled back. In his words, it is not difficult to hear the self-satisfaction in his heart.

"Dongyin Daozun, this person is very weird, let's not let him delay time, let's kill him first!" A big monk with a wand in his hand, wearing a robe, and showing his big belly, looked at Xiao Dingdao vigilantly.

I have to say that the monk's caution is very commendable, in fact, Xiao Ding is originally a character who does not like to talk much. The real purpose of what he said just now was that, as the monk said, he wanted to delay time to recover his state.

In terms of cultivation, Xiao Ding is only in the realm now. But he assimilated and absorbed the soul of the third master of Yin, so his soul power was much stronger than that of the monks of the Cave Void Realm.

In addition, Xiao Ding also got a trace of the power of the law of "life and death" after the combination of "Tianxuan Ghost Scroll" and "Earth Xuan Ghost Scroll", and he was able to freely drive all the ghosts that his soul could sense, so Xiao Ding was able to destroy the Bai family in Silver Moon City.

In the past month, Xiao Ding would use a spirit banner to detain the soul of a monk every time he killed him. The spirit banner is also called the "spirit flag", and its main function is to attract the dead soul and guide it to pass away.

However, the spirit banner of the ghost cultivation system is set up with various magic circles inside. These formations need to be filled with souls in order to exert their power, and each formation needs a soul that has been cultivated to a high level during life as the soul of the fixed formation.

Regarding the refining of the conjuring flag, each ghost cultivator has its own means. Some tend to confuse their opponents, while others tend to attack them. And the soul banner left by the third master of Yin, the inner design of the magic circle is to evolve the attack to the extreme.

There are five formations in it, namely "Hundred Evil Soul Locking Array", "Thousand Souls Immortal Array", "Zhou Tian Ten Thousand Ghost Array", "One Hundred Thousand Gods and Ghosts Array", and "Million Heavenly Evil Array".

At present, there are more than 38,000 soul flags in Xiao Ding's hands, and the magic circle that can be driven is the "Zhou Tian Ten Thousand Ghost Array". With this magic array, Xiao Ding had enough strength to fight against the monks of the Mahayana period.

But whether it is immortal magic or magic in the world, it is also magical. As long as you exert your drive, you will definitely consume something. And the more powerful the immortal arts and magic circles, the greater the consumption required.

Just before, Xiao Ding had slaughtered hundreds of monks with the Soul Banner, and his soul power consumption was naturally huge. The eight monks surrounding Xiao Ding now are all masters of the Mahayana period, and it is impossible for Xiao Ding to win in his current state.

Originally, Xiao Ding also wanted to delay the time, so that he could secretly return to a state of hard work. Unexpectedly, as soon as he put this idea into action, he was seen through by the fat-headed and big-eared monk.

For a while, Xiao Ding couldn't help but think of Jiang Feng, if he had that kid's mouth, it was estimated that there would be a slight chance to delay until the time when his soul power would recover seventy or eighty percent.

Of course, it's useless to think about it now. As soon as the great monk spoke, the eight monks sacrificed their immortal weapons together at the same time.

Although Xiao Ding is not in a good state now, with his character, even if he dies, he will definitely be a dead fish, and he will never be caught.

Xiao Ding forcibly invoked his soul power, and as soon as the living souls in the conjuring banner received the drive of Xiao Ding's soul power, they immediately poured out of the conjuring flag, directly forming the "Zhou Tian Ten Thousand Ghost Array" to protect Xiao Ding's side.

Tens of thousands of souls appeared, and the lawn suddenly had a gloomy wind, and the ghost voice was terrible.

Eight monks launched an attack at the same time, and the immortal weapon was infused with true spiritual power, so the immortal weapon was wrapped in white light. The Zhou Tian Ten Thousand Ghost Array, composed of tens of thousands of living souls, was dark gray, and the eight immortal weapons of the eight monks rushed in, looking as if eight scorching lights had broken through the dark clouds.

If it was Xiao Ding's heyday, the immortal weapons of these eight monks would definitely not be able to tear open in the "Zhou Tian Ten Thousand Ghost Array". But now it's different, Xiao Ding's soul power is weak, and Zhou Tian's Ten Thousand Ghost Array can't exert its full power at all.

The immortal weapons of the eight monks rushed forward, and this week, the Ten Thousand Ghost Array actually showed signs of collapsing.

Xiao Ding thought about it, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He took five sharp steps back, and then pointed his right hand into a sword at his left chest, and a mouthful of blood spit out from Xiao Ding's mouth.

After spitting out this mouthful of heart-sharp blood, Xiao Ding sat on the ground weakly, his body half-lying.

The Zhou Tian Ten Thousand Ghost Array, which was composed of tens of thousands of living souls, was originally dark gray, but as soon as it was integrated into this heart, it immediately turned dark red. The already terrible and terrifying ghosts seemed to be crazy at this time, and the ten thousand ghosts swirled rapidly, bringing out a strong whirlwind.

The purple maple leaves all over the ground were swept up by the whirlwind, and the whirlwind went straight to the great monk.

Xiao Ding had already figured it out, it was impossible to kill these eight monks in his current state. His only option was to try his best and pull as many or two people as he could.

First of all, it's this great monk, who told him to talk too much and break his plan to delay time?

After tens of thousands of crazy ghosts ran towards the great monk, Xiao Ding was no longer defenseless. Now the remaining seven monks are faced with two choices, one is to work together to protect the great monk, so that the great monk's life can be saved. Another option is to abandon the great monk and come directly to kill Xiao Ding.

The two choices of the seven monks were well known in their hearts, and the seven of them reached a tacit understanding almost at the same time.

A snarky old woman screamed, "Kill him!"

"Okay, kill Fenbao, Lao Dao's favorite thing. Amitabha, immeasurable celestial. ”

Dongyin Daozun shouted a Buddha name and recited a Taoist number in his mouth, which sounded a little nondescript.

The seven people didn't care about the great monk at all, and the great monk's Buddha light didn't last three seconds before tens of thousands of souls were broken. The soul tore at his flesh and blood, shuttling through his body, its pain like Ling Chi.

The great monk screamed miserably, and kept shouting: "Help me, save me......"

The seven of them ignored him, and all went straight to Xiao Ding.

Xiao Ding's half-supported body lay down directly, and at this time he had lost all the ability to fight. Xiao Ding looked at the sky with his pair of heroic eyes, the sky of the God Realm was blue and pure, and it looked like it made people feel comfortable.

Xiao Ding's mind recalled the scene when he first met Jiang Feng.

It was in a bank in Hangzhou, and I killed a few robbers with him. When he was done, the guy said, "Anyway, we fought side by side, so let me know your name." ”

At that time, his answer was: "I owe you my life, Xiao Ding." ”

"It's cold, isn't it?" Xiao Ding said silently in his heart, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then he closed his eyes and waited for the final death to come.

The strength is near......

Getting closer......

Xiao Ding already felt a tingling sensation between his eyebrows......

"I'll grass your family's third uncle and mother!"

It's a chic way of scolding, so cheap that people want to beat it up when they hear it.

This voice Xiao Ding couldn't be more familiar......

Sou...... The sword formed by the six flying swords flew straight out, and feeling the power of the flying swords, the six monks withdrew their immortal weapons together, and then used the immortal weapons to protect them.

The Taiji long sword in the remaining Dongyin Daozun's hand was not withdrawn, and the tip of his sword had already pierced Xiao Ding's eyebrows, but a big hand appeared directly and tightly held the tip of the Taiji long sword.

A stream of true spiritual power enveloped Dongyin Daozun's Taiji long sword, which made the sword rays contained in Dongyin Daozun's sword unable to be cast.

Blood was dripping above Xiao Ding's eyebrows, and the first thing Xiao Ding saw when he opened his eyes was the extremely sharp tip of the sword, and the hand that held the tip of the sword firmly and did not let go.

A voice that suppressed excitement and had a slightly mocking tone sounded: "What about wood, you can't die yet, right?"

The endless warmth flooded Xiao Ding's heart, Xiao Ding's hands trembled slightly, but he still only had a faint "um" on his mouth.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. Dongyin Daozun said coldly.

Jiang Feng grabbed Xiao Ding's collar and pulled the whole person backwards and flew out.

Dong Yin Dao Zun's fierce spiritual power poured into the sword body, and the violent spiritual power directly stirred Jiang Feng's entire right arm into rotten meat......