Everyone squinted and saw that the color of the nine special spirit stones was different, the color was pure, and there was no variegation, which just corresponded to the light and darkness of the five elements of wind and thunder, which coincided with the Nine Stars Lianzhu.

For this bag of Hanyang, it is even more respectful of the gods, you know, the five elements of wind and thunder spirit stone is easy to get, but this light and darkness, but it is extremely scarce, what is even more incredible is that if you want to carve the lines on the spirit stone, you must have the corresponding spirit law, but where did this person come from the nine elements of aura, depicting such a delicate and complicated formation? Not to mention the spirit stone, its hardness, its volume, is even more difficult, it can be seen that the name of this person's grandmaster is not false.

The white-skinned man was beaten and jumped in, and at the moment he just broke in, his clothes turned into powder in the blink of an eye, and then his flesh and blood slowly melted away as if he had been thrown into an iron-making furnace.

But at the moment of life and death, the aura really ran as smoothly as Bao Hanyang expected, driving the eight special spirit stones in his hand, like eight hidden weapons, and flicked heavily towards the eye of the nine-star array, and suddenly a streamer also emitted from his mouth, which was exactly the corresponding ninth array eye.

This person's control of the aura can be described as meticulous, the autumn is not bad, nine special spirit stones hit the eye of the nine stars at the same time, the aura surging endlessly, turning into a strong storm, and when the man was dying, his eyes showed a few traces of expectation, and the blood mist was fueled by the surging aura, which looked particularly manic, diffuse, pungent and unpleasant.

Nine stars alignment, the cycle repeats, the nine corresponding spirit stones are equivalent to catalysts, the opposite, not only is not to weaken the strength of the formation, but to promote the concentration of the nine elements of aura inside, so that the purpose is self-evident, is to implicitly fit the beginning of the speculation, if you want to forcibly break it, but just laugh and be generous, nine stars alignment, implicitly combined with the power of the nine great masters to manage painstakingly, and how can it be said that it will be broken, there is no special technique, basically no chance.

However, Bao Hanyang went against the grain, and the large amount of spiritual energy contained in the nine special spirit stones was not explosive at the slightest touch, and the power was endless, but the surging spiritual flow.

At the moment of touching, they all shiny, dazzling and eye-catching, as weak as mud pills and very sticky, sticking to the nine spirit beads, and the surging spiritual energy wrapped the nine spirit beads.

Sure enough, the nine pillars of light of the nine-star alignment were dazzling, stabbing people who couldn't open their eyes.

Immediately, the brilliance of the pillar of light became more and more prosperous, flourishing and declining, and the pillar of light appeared unstable and trembled again and again.

Everyone was full of expectations, and the power was boundless, and they directly blew up the nine pearls, but on the contrary, they failed to appear the earth-shattering roar that everyone expected, and they were shocked, and a fallacy arose that was nothing more than that.

But when the nine pillars of light rotated and conducted each other, the shaking made people look at each other, and they couldn't help but rub their eyes, as the swaying of the pillars of light became larger and larger, like a small sail in a frenzy, the whole person was rippling left and right, dizzy.

Bao Hanyang's expression stretched out, and he stroked his long beard with white flowers, his eyebrows fluttered, and he kept nodding his head, completely ignoring the swaying steps.

And Ji Xue, who was leaning next to the statue, came back to her senses and looked at the nine colors

The pillars of light were unstable, the color faded, and he stood up, looking indifferently at the people around him who were grinding their fists, and his cold eyes were like knives.

The nine-colored brilliance gushing out of the nine-star bead drum is invulnerable and has no weaknesses at all, but he doesn't want Bao Hanyang to start from the shortcomings of the formation itself, the nine elements are one, and it will be difficult to run in.

In the dazzling eyes, the aura was completely dormant.

Everyone was also bitten by a snake once, ten years afraid of the well rope, not too reckless and impulsive, came to a stone to ask for directions, a spirit stone into it, ding dong, did not swing the spirit wave, then let go of the heart.

Then he was arrogant, "White-haired witch, confess honestly, resist strictly, where is the baby here?"

Ji Xue waved her hand and slammed her palm on the statue, the crystal on it cracked, and a thin layer of ice crystals fell, and the clay sculpture inside was exposed, her eyes stared, looking at the blue dragon suspended in mid-air, the closed dragon eyes, even if it was an illusory thing, it was still majestic and breathtaking, looking down on all beings.

"Don't talk to this devil, catch her first. One shouted.

A man, like a violent ape, has a furry hair, and sprang out with his paws, his paws sticking out, and his hands up and down. Another person, his footsteps were steady, and there was a faint sense of tremor when he stepped on the ground, and his majestic muscles trembled, giving people a strong feeling.

There was also a person, hooked nose, bent over, huddled in a ball, walking lightly, landing silently, but a few light turnovers and rolls, already around the back, sneaking closer.

The formation of the momentum of the package, and each has its own means, are all superb and experienced cadres, placed in the outside world, but also the monopoly of the party, but now that he has come here, he is just a radish head in the eight immortals crossing the sea, and he will fight the autumn wind, and he wants to pick up a sesame mung bean The size is cheap, and it is enough to be used for life.

Now that the treasures are at his fingertips, his temperament is a little poor, and he can't help but want to come and get something, and then he retreats into the background, and it is not in vain.

As for the back hand, the gods fought, but they were powerless and difficult to resist, so they came up with this careful thought, just right, and accepted it when they saw it.

As soon as a few people stepped on the platform, the aura in their bodies was instantly unimpeded, their faces were overjoyed, their confidence was greatly increased, and all kinds of streamers came one after another, blocking Ji Xue's flaws and vital points.

Ji Xue didn't care, the phoenix hairpin that picked up the three thousand troubled silks immediately floated, cleansing out a wave of colorful light, and with a bang, everyone was knocked to the ground, spitting blood foam at the mouth.

The rest of the people waited to see that the aura could run on the stage, scrambling, and after stepping on the stage, they swept away the previous haze, and the major overlords roared out, besieged by groups, as for the phoenix hairpin, they didn't put it in their eyes at all, it was just an artifact, and there was no spirit master to urge, it was just a plaything.

Many of them turned their minds, looked at the nine-colored spirit beads of the nine-star beads, and fought hard, the means were vicious, the tricks were fatal, and they held the spirit beads with one hand, and pulled hard, not moving at all.

Bao Hanyang pursed his mouth, and his eyes were full of coldness, like looking at a dead man

Looking at the people who grabbed the spirit beads, the pace was slow, close to the light beads, took out a white shovel from his arms, and along the surrounding lines, he polished the strange runes around the light beads little by little, shoveled out the key hook arcs, and the palm print just held the light bead, a golden light in the palm of his hand, and the light bead fell into the Qiankun bag around his waist.

The rest of their lives died, and they resorted to eighteen class methods, but they couldn't take this treasure, and they didn't want to pull out their teeth, touch their tiger whiskers, and compete with Bao Hanyang, but after trying in vain, they stopped and turned their eyes to the high platform.

Bao Hanyang smiled disdainfully, everything was in his pocket, even if these people snatched it, the mark he left on the nine spirit beads would not disappear, and sooner or later it would be his meal.

Now it's good, a group of wine bags and rice bags can't even take off a spirit bead, and he is blind to his calculations. But this is also convenient, so as not to have to compete with some cats and dogs for food and surrender their identity. A person walks slowly around the steps, and does not hurry to the Qiankun bag.

Under the heavy cover of the palm print gathered by the aura that covered the sky, bang, bang, countless spiritual lights were like splashing water, violent collision, the phoenix hairpin was crumbling, precarious, and three palms in a row were patted, and the phoenix hairpin was unstable and fell into Ji Xue's hands.

The palm wind castration is not stopped, and the courage is unstoppable.

Everyone was shocked, and some even shouted: "Be merciful." The wind in the palm of the monkey-faced mask man's hand changed, and he grasped the void and grabbed Ji Xue.

Airplanes.........

Ji Xue imprinted her palm on the clay sculpture, and the mud layer on the surface of the clay sculpture also cracked, revealing cracks. Suddenly, the clay sculpture exploded, and it was actually a living body, with majestic eyes and eyes in all directions, and it was actually a middle-aged man.

Concubine Yue, who has always been graceful, collapsed to the ground in the blink of an eye, like mud, like the Jade Emperor in person.

The rest of the people were even more unbearable, prostrate on the ground, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy.

Jian Kuixing took a few steps back, stared with both eyes, and stubbornly tilted his head, revealing that he couldn't believe that there were still people in this world that he didn't dare to look at directly.

In the blink of an eye, the man's face showed kindness and gentleness, but the domineering momentum of the only man collapsed suddenly, and in an instant, he was old for a hundred years, and finally turned into ashes, leaving only a gorgeous and noble shirt.

The trembling and kneeling on the ground saw that the pressure suddenly disappeared, revealing a little strangeness, and then looked up to see that the figure was long gone.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Against the Spirit" with more like-minded people,