With the exclamation of the spirit machine, Fan Yichen suddenly let out a gloomy laugh, and he shouted violently: "The sun and the moon cover the sky, and the flying eagle spreads its wings to prove that my great demon respects the world!" With his shout, the pair of armguards in his hands were thrown into the air, and then the sky suddenly became dark, as if it was covered by a black curtain. Then there was a loud rumbling noise, and a deep chant that seemed to have come from time immemorial sounded, as if it were an old ballad. Then there was a huge tremor on the ground!

It was like encountering a tsunami, and the huge fluctuations threw each of them into the air, and then they were surprised to see that the ground began to change dramatically.

All the mountains and rivers changed shape, and then Xiangxia turned over, and more peaks rose from the ground and went straight into the sky. The ground began to settle, and large bubbles bubbled up one by one, and then condensed into a solid ground, on which cracks appeared, and the ground was full of broken corpses and blades, and in the blink of an eye, everyone seemed to be in an ancient battlefield.

At this time, Fan Yichen Ling Yue's body in mid-air jumped high, he had already taken out a flag in his hand, waved it in the wind, waved it in the air and became bigger and bigger, and then flew away with him, flying higher and higher, until he was above everyone in the sky, and then shouted: "Nine stars gather, please bow to the platform!" ”

With his shout, the monks who had gradually fallen to the ground were surprised to find that eight more people took out the flags, and with just a wave, their bodies flew away with Xiangshang, and the nine flags were waving in the wind, and the spiritual energy in the entire space flowed rapidly, and then a huge deep ditch was cracked in the ground, and an altar rose from it.

The altar was in the shape of a square shape, with a hunting banner standing on either side, and it sounded in the wind. Fan Yichen bowed head-on and shouted, "Please take the throne!" Then he threw the flag in his hand.

The other eight people also threw out the flags in their hands, and the nine-pole flags were in their own positions in the air, forming a magic circle, and the surrounding aura frantically gathered here, and then slowly condensed a phantom in the air, he was several feet tall and stood up to the sky. Step by step!

The phantom stepped over to the central seat, then sat down slowly. Fan Yichen raised his hand, and a blue light shone on the top of the array flag, and it emitted an incomparably shining light, and the phantom slowly shouted: "Legs, :!" Then a pair of knee pads flew up from the ground, quickly merging with the phantom.

The other person also urged the array flag, and another burst of light flashed, and the phantom shouted: "Arm! A pair of arms flew up and fused over his arms.

Heart goggles, combat boots, back-guarding chain armor, one by one magic weapons flew up, spliced together with the phantom, no matter what you can say, these nine parts are integrated, and it is really a battle armor!

Everyone looked at the changes in the air in amazement, with the flow of the formation, the eight parts had already flown up, and even the pair of shoulder guards in Wufang's hands had also merged on the shoulders of the phantom, and in the air, a huge image of a general had already appeared.

Then the general said in a deep voice: "Come on! ”

The ninth pole formation flag stood there quietly, as calm as an ancient well.

The general began to go berserk, stomped heavily on the ground, and shouted, "Come, come!" His feet stomped heavily on the podium, and with each stomp, the space trembled, like a mountain shaking the ground.

Fan Yichen and the others also showed a look of panic on their faces, obviously this was something they had not expected in advance. He scanned down with a sharp gaze in the air, and said in a deep voice: "Whoever hid a piece of zuihou, hand it over quickly!" ”

Lingjizi said angrily: "Fan Yichen, what are you doing here!" You've collected nine magic weapons, do you want to cross the river and tear down the bridge? ”

Fan Yichen laughed loudly: "Lingji Zidao Leader, do you still have to explain to you what Monk Jiedan did?" ”

One person exclaimed: "He's a magic weapon, this is a sky-covering armor!" ”

Fan Yichen sneered, "Please master!" The nine people jumped up at the same time, they played countless complicated spells in mid-air, and then the nine-pole array flag shook quickly, and the thick aura condensed into a deep pool in the center, Fan Yichen took out a mirror from his sleeve, and looked at it, and immediately refracted a large white light, and then condensed into a phantom in mid-air, it was Fan Sixian, the head of the Fan family!

Wufang whispered, "This is the Shadow Technique!" ”

The so-called light and shadow, that is, a kind of secret technique that can only be used by monks above the end of the Dan, in a short period of time, the divine consciousness into a virtual shadow projection in the past, although it can not exert the strength of the deity, but it can fully implement the thought of the deity, it is a kind of doppelganger technique, but if the phantom is damaged, the divine consciousness will be greatly damaged, and there are generally few monks who use this secret technique.

After Fan Sixian's figure was projected, he stood quietly in the air, and his voice sounded very stern, "Why don't you still use the blood sacrifice technique?" ”

Fan Yichen knelt down on one knee and replied: "Go home, the head has not yet returned to its place!" ”

Fan Sixian said coldly: "Sacrifice it with blood, how can you not return!" He turned and shouted, "Greetings! ”

Nine people responded abruptly, Fan Yichen picked up a array of flags, waved in the wind, and suddenly became overwhelming. Fan Sixian stretched out his hand to take it, and then shouted: "Gods, please return to their places!" "There are countless pillars of light on the ground like Changhong Jingtian, Gu Yan looked at it carefully, it was exactly ninety-nine!

He threw the banner into the air, and then a pillar of light rushed up, rolled up the banner in mid-air, and then with a "snap", it broke into pieces in mid-air like a broken jade, and the little white light gathered together, and zuihou formed a human figure. With a wave of Fan Sixian's big sleeve, a long picture flew out of his sleeve, and then shouted: "Hurry!" The figure was immediately attached to the picture.

There was a scream from the crowd suddenly, and the Taoist screamed extremely sadly, and the essence in his body seemed to be drained all at once, and the whole person fell down like a deflated air bag. And a bloody shadow rushed into his body, and it quickly crashed into the general's body, and suddenly submerged in the pair of arm guards.

The mottled arm guards suddenly shining, as if they had emitted a glow after years of silence. Fan Sixian said coldly: "The first soul is in place, the flag is coming!" ”