"Xuanwu, you give me the Thorn God first, and I want to use the Thorn God to make a formation to subdue those banners. ”

Xuanwu didn't say anything, took out the thorn god and handed it to Xu Lang, and Xu Lang took the thorn god back to the cave. Twelve dark needles are inserted into the ground in different directions. Then he threw the six ringing needles into the middle, everything was arranged, Xu Lang condensed a trace of vitality, and hit the eighteen and piercing gods respectively, and the dark needles inserted in the ground were like being able to send out tentacles to exude wisps of vitality, and in an instant, the wisps of vitality were woven with each other, forming a hazy protective net. And inside, the ringing needles shuttled back and forth in the protective net with a piercing whistle, piercing to different corners.

At this moment, Xu Lang quickly took out the twelve flags in the ring and threw them into the formation together, landing next to the twelve dark needles respectively, directing the vitality on the dark needles to tightly connect the handle of the banner with the dark needles, and then close the formation, and then inject his own vitality into it, and then stop and feel the situation inside.

As soon as the twelve flags arrived inside, twelve black smoke were formed, and twelve black-armored soldiers were instantly conjured, and the black-armored soldiers who had just formed had not yet stood up, and the six ringing needles had already roared, and the black-armored soldiers hurriedly took out the spears in their hands and fought with the ringing needles. In less than a second, the black-armored soldiers were torn to shreds by six ringing needles.

The black-armored soldier who had just fallen to the ground and turned into black smoke condensed and formed again in an instant, fighting with the needle again, and just like that, he died again and again, forming an endless cycle.

At this moment, Xu Lang flicked his fingers, and a small angry Yan bounced into the formation, he didn't dare to bounce in a fireball, then he burned everything.

As soon as the small flame entered it, Xu Lang immediately controlled it and divided it into twelve parts, which fell in the middle of the flag lying on the ground and kept burning the handsome character on that side.

Because the flame was very small, coupled with Xu Lang's careful control, the twelve handsome characters finally faded a little, which made Xu Lang very happy, but he was also afraid that Nu Yan would accidentally burn the flag, and he shot out a wood aura on the twelve dark needles, the dark needles and the handle were closely connected, and they were the same substance, so they wanted to be one thing, just like that, the wood spirit qi kept repairing, so I don't know how long it took.

The words on the banner faded a little, and the twelve black-armored soldiers suddenly became sluggish, and gradually after holding on to the sound of the needle, they would be torn apart after not holding on for a second. This discovery let Xu Lang know that his idea was still right, and then continued to persevere.

After a day and a night of calcination and restoration, there were twelve exquisite flags lying flat on the ground, but the middle part was blank. The twelve black-armored soldiers also disappeared, and only the rattling needles were still rattling.

Xu Lang wiped a handful of sweat, this night and day is really consuming energy, mainly because it is too fine, the heavy will be abandoned before the flag is burned, and the light will have no effect, this is really more difficult than embroidery.

Withdrawing the vitality on the stabbing god, picking up the banner and watching it non-stop, thinking for a while, Xu Lang once again dripped out the essence blood, this time it was twelve drops, which were dropped in the middle of each banner. Immediately after that, twelve drops of black water shot out from the fingertips, and twelve black pens were conjured, the tips of which were dipped in essence blood, and they were written in a unified movement in the blank space of the flag.

As for what words are branded on the flag, Xu Lang has no other ideas, and their existence is killing, so he uses the word killing as the word between the flags!

Just as the black pen was finished, Xu Lang suddenly burst out with a fierce murderous aura, this murderous aura was accumulated and tempered after two lifetimes, slaughtering! crazy! and cold-blooded. The murderous aura instantly pounced on the twelve words, frantically melting into the font. At this time, Xu Lang faintly heard a sharp howl and roar, and as the murderous aura gradually disappeared on the font, the sound gradually disappeared.

Looking at it again, the twelve flags were respectively branded with a striking and shocking word "kill". It's chilling!

Xu Lang picked up the flag, looked at it for a while, and then threw it away, and the flags were planted on the ground according to his thoughts, and when the flag was planted on the ground, twelve black smoke suddenly came out, and the twelve black-armored soldiers also stood in front of Xu Lang in an instant.

This time, Xu Lang clearly felt that these soldiers were even more ferocious than before, and they were full of their own killing intent!

Xu Lang already knew about these obvious changes, and he also knew that these black-armored soldiers could be promoted in battle.

Xu Lang casually took it, and the twelve flags reached his hand in an instant, and then shot out again, this time in a different direction, and the black-armored soldiers immediately took shape.

Xu Lang was overjoyed to see that he could control these flags in this way, this might be one of his life-saving talismans! At least the formation he had been studying had the best formation medium.

Thinking of this, Xu Lang kept retracting the sacrifice, and kept rehearsing according to the formation in his heart, first two, then three, and so on, and finally ten.

Xuanwu outside the cave has been waiting there, and next to her is the cold Yu Xue Xin, and now Yu Xue Xin can still talk to a few sisters, although there are few words, at least she can communicate.

The two of them had a conversation without a word, in fact, the whole heart was tied to the man in the cave, and at this time, the figure at the entrance of the cave appeared, and Xu Lang's figure appeared in front of the two.

Xu Lang hugged the two girls separately, signaled that he was fine, and then handed the thorn god to Xuanwu, who happily put it away.

"Xuanwu, you are going to be here for three days from now, and you will have to fight non-stop for these three days, and there will be no time to rest!"

Xuanwu nodded obediently, and Xu Lang took her to the cave. Entering the cave, Xu Lang once again hugged Xuanwu's delicate body tightly, and his big mouth sucked Xuanwu's soft lips at once, and a long kiss made Xuanwu sour and soft, and his eyes were blurred.

It took a long time for Xu Lang to let go of her, scratched her little nose, and then motioned for her to stand in the middle of the hole, and posed in Xuanwu, Xu Lang had already sacrificed three flags and planted them in three different directions around Xuanwu.

When Xuanwu was stunned, three black-armored soldiers with bloodthirsty ferocity had already pounced, Xuanwu hurriedly shook his fingers, and a water curtain enveloped him, and then he took out two thorn gods to fight.

This is a three-talent formation, if you want to talk about the three-talent formation, at least the girls around Xu Lang are almost familiar with it, because Xu Lang originally handed over this formation to the assassin team and the killing team, and later the Beitang family also worshiped Gongzi as a teacher because of learning this formation.

In a moment, Xuanwu had already realized that this was the Sancai Array, and his mind moved, and the jade fingers were lightly soothed, and they were thrown separately, and a group of three trapped the three soldiers respectively, and each group of thorn gods was covered with Xuanwu's water demon spirits, like a silk net around the black-armored soldiers, which made the three soldiers move a little slowly, and Xuanwu looked at Xu Lang proudly.

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