The expression of the strong man in gold armor became extremely ugly, his body shook, and endless majesty emanated, like a reincarnated Vajra Buddha, with a momentum above the clouds.

Li Tianxing snorted coldly, waved his sleeve robe, and sprinkled a majestic aura, he pinched the seal method in his hand, and the aura quickly condensed into a shield in the air, and all the coercion that swept was dispersed.

"Wu Daokun, you are becoming more and more presumptuous." Li Tianxing's face was full of coldness.

The strong man in the golden armor stepped forward, his fists clenched, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, his whole body exuded a violent aura, and his beast-like eyes were full of anger, which made people shudder.

He said word by word, sonorously, and said: "Li Tianxing, sweep the snow in front of the door at home, and don't care about the frost on other people's houses." I don't need you to take care of my business. ”

"Wu Daokun, you're not alone here, are you? Sect Master Xu. Li Tianxing snorted coldly and looked at the flame-robed man on the side again.

I saw that his eyes narrowed slightly, pinched his fingers and calculated, looked up at the scorching sun, paused, and said: "Gang Master Wu, if you are inferior to me in terms of technique, and you are even inferior to me in terms of the way of fire, at this moment, it is the best time to break the formation, and please cooperate with Gang Master Wu!"

The strong man in the golden armor was silent, he looked back, but he didn't see the figure, he had a little disappointment in his heart, sighed slightly, and said, "Please also ask Sect Master Xu to preside over the Dafa of Breaking the Formation."

Li Tianxing breathed a sigh of relief, and he sneered in his heart, "How can you beat this city lord?" ”

On the mountain platform, there was an uproar, and countless eyes gathered on those figures, they were outstanding and magnificent.

On the back of the lonely rock of the mountain cliff, a black-shirted figure stood proudly on it, his eyes were like hungry eagles, cold and fierce, and several people stood beside him, and when he looked at the figure, he was full of awe.

Li Xingtianhou, Li Yunxi, a young man in a brocade suit, not smiling, his eyes are as sharp as electricity, cold and handsome, exuding the spirit of despising everything, Li Yunxi stood behind him respectfully, not daring to speak, just because he was his eldest brother, the king of the younger generation of Tianlong City, Li Xingtian's stepson - Li Yunlan.

Compared with it, another figure is even more eye-catching, she stands behind the middle-aged beauty, her black hair like silk satin flutters in the wind, her eyes are like stars and moons, her walk is like a weak willow supporting the wind, her pink cheeks are slightly red, her nose is high, and her eyes are shallow, which makes people tremble.

At this moment, above the sky, a wooden boat flew in the air, and the four figures on it instantly attracted everyone's attention, that Li Tianxing looked at a thin figure on the boat, his eyes flashed a trace of surprise, he faintly felt that it seemed to have seen it somewhere.

And next to it, a fat-headed and big-eared monk has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, holding a rosary, wearing a robe, and chanting scriptures, which is extremely eye-catching.

The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at the fat monk, and then at the woman standing at the head of the boat, and couldn't help laughing: "Master of the Yan family, this big fat monk is really interesting!"

The white-robed man stared at the figure on the boat and did not speak.

The wooden boat was suspended on the mountain rock, and the figures on the boat jumped down one after another, and the white-robed old man pinched the seal method, and the wooden boat quickly shrank and got into his pendant.

The white-robed old man walked towards the white-robed man and bowed slightly.

The white-robed man smiled and said, "Hard work!"

The flame-robed man coughed a few times, looked at everyone, and said, "Gentlemen, help me."

He took out six red runes from his cuffs, which were printed with flame runes, and the runes were suspended in the air, flying to six directions, he bit his fingers lightly, flicked his fingers, and a drop of blood was imprinted into a rune seal, and suddenly, the fire on it was very bright, and the raging flames turned into a fire dragon with teeth and claws, and rushed into the formation with a terrifying aura.

"What are you waiting for?" He was sweating profusely, his face pale, and urged.

Li Tianxing took the lead, and the other four people also did it one after another, and in a moment, outside the cave, a huge fire appeared, and the entire mountain began to shake violently, and the invisible formation was burned by the tongue of fire to create a crack.

"Those who hold the quota jade slip, step on it quickly." Li Tianxing shouted.

As soon as his voice fell, the cold man behind him took a few steps and stepped into it, the black-shirted figure on the lonely stone flashed and disappeared, and the red lips of the woman behind the beautiful woman were slightly upturned, as if there was a flattering ripple, and the lotus foot was lightly touched, stepping towards the crack.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, please go first, and the poor monks will come later." The big-eared monk smiled and stepped out of the way.

The thin figure beside him pushed him, he was stunned, his hands folded, as if he had attained the Tao, he struggled to leap towards the crack.

Then, the thin figure beside him also entered......

The rocks in the cave are like dogs' teeth intertwined, revealing bursts of cold air, which is terrifying, and the thin figure, that is, Lin Zixuan, exudes soul fluctuations and explores the environment in this cave, but when his soul touches the cave wall, it is isolated by a wonderful force, like a stone sinking into the sea, silently.

Lin Zixuan then looked ahead, and there was brilliance in his eyes, but it was extremely dark inside, and it was quiet and panicking.

Next to him, Su Fucai silently recited the scriptures, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Lin Zixuan looked behind her, only to see that she was already soaking wet, Yan Danchen's beautiful eyes flashed, the green yarn rose and fell in the cold wind, and she whispered, "What do you gain?"

Lin Zixuan shook his head, except for the figure in front of him, what he saw was only endless darkness.

When everyone was at a loss, the cave began to shake violently, the wind howled, and countless gravels rolled down from the cave walls.

And in the depths of the cave, a huge void crack appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

A few of the bold ones began to move forward, but many more stood there and looked carefully.

Suddenly, the black-shirted young man at the front moved with the wind, like a galloping horse, extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he burrowed into the crack, followed by several people.

The cold man next to Li Yunxi glanced at him, his face froze, he soared into the air, and after a few steps, he flashed into it.

At this time, someone spoke: "Cultivation is originally a thing against the heavens, and if we have to retreat from such difficulties, we will be cultivators in vain."

Under his words, more and more people were ready to move, stepping into it one by one.

Na Su Fucai looked at the large figure that disappeared beside him, sighed, and said, "Amitabha, the Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" The poor monk followed the benefactors to subdue demons and eliminate demons. ”

He pushed Lin Zixuan beside him and whispered, "Brother Lin, if you don't leave, the opportunity will leave us."

He stepped forward, and Yan Danchen stepped slightly, stepping towards the crack, Lin Zixuan took a deep breath, and also stepped into it again.

I don't know how long it took to walk, Lin Zixuan and the others were teleported to a huge palace, and when they looked up, there was blood all over the sky, and the surrounding dry bones were piled up into mountains, and the rolling blood river flowed in front of the palace. The whole palace is three floors, the golem in front of the tall hall stands majestically, the hall body is surrounded by pitch-black demonic mist, and the towering stone pillar is coiled with the corpse of a hundred zhang demon Jiao, constantly exuding an amazing evil aura outward.

When Lin Zixuan stared, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, and in the palace, the bell rang, and the thick and ancient sound of death permeated the heavens and the earth: sadness, gods and demons are obsessed, and the endless sea of suffering is looking for each other; Mourn, the calamity of the common people, the wind and rain weep in vain.

Then, a sigh came from the palace, old and weak: "The grass dies and the east wind blows back to life, and the bones are withered and the east wind blows not honored." I sigh that this world is rampant, and I specially cast this phantom magic hall to entrust the soul of the dead!! ”