The blood cloud, which was several kilometers wide, finally stopped.

The bright red blood flag is waving in the wind, three people have a small blood flag, six people have a blood flag, and thirty-six people have a large blood flag, and the road formations are densely spread all over dozens of kilometers.

The aura of heaven and earth mobilized at every moment is massive, and all the Jindan monks are high-spirited, confident enough to fight beyond the ranks.

However, at this time, his face was gloomy and depressed.

A few days later,

A gossip meteorological cloud flew in from afar.

The Huanghuang power swept away for dozens of miles, and the illusory visions such as earth, fire, feng shui, heaven and earth, and Ze changed one after another, easily suppressing the realm of the Blood Cloud Array, forcing it to shrink continuously, barely expanding for several miles.

Obviously the same number of people, they are still elite masters who have been trained for a long time and have been cultivating formation weapons for more than a hundred years.

Why is there so much of a rabble?

It shouldn't.

Many blood cloud generals looked at the young man with an ordinary face and indifferent eyes in the rising atmosphere of the gossip with complicated eyes.

Yin Dao, the Holy Son of the Six Daos, and many Northern Plains Jindan Dakou, stood by his side, but they couldn't hide the slightest brilliance.

They are all respectful, standing with their hands tied, their ears pricked up, ready to listen to orders at all times, like children.

"Meet, Lord Tushan!"

Below the blood clouds, many Jindan monks put away the blood flag array, put away their magic weapons, and respectfully bowed, without a trace of rebelliousness.

"I've seen all of you."

Jiang Ding quietly looked at the army of monks.

More than 100 Jindan monks, this is not the final state.

The final state is to fill tens of thousands of foundation-building Qi cultivators, and each line relies on the formation, drills strictly, and gathers the strength of all people.

In a single thought, thousands of formations were born and destroyed, creating blood and light to generate themselves, drowning the opponent with a river of blood, and dissolving flesh and magic weapons.

This kind of inheritance is generally a large number of heavy weapons, and it is impossible to contact it with scattered cultivation.

Even if it is obtained by chance, the huge resources of refining the array and the huge quantity and quality requirements for the monks who form the military array will be prohibitive and dare not set foot in it.

But today's North Plains is just right.

After two hundred years of bloody battles with the Great Ri Sect, the Beiyuan family Jin Dan and Yuanying withered in large numbers, and they could only rely on the power of the Yuanying monks to suppress the core place, and they were no longer able to suppress and rule the more remote places.

As a result, Tianjiao heroes rose together, and smoke was everywhere.

At this moment, in the northern plains, there are many Jindan foundation cultivation who seek the Tao, they are not afraid of death in order to live forever, but where there is a spark, they can burn the plains.

As long as the blood flowing clouds can erect a big banner and not fall for a while, a steady stream of scattered cultivation golden pills will gather from all over the place.

"Wait, disarm."

"Obey my orders and follow the two rules of Tushan that I have formulated."

Jiang Ding didn't talk nonsense, he was polite or anything, and ordered.

Eighteen Riders of the Blood Cloud, motionless, looking at the Blood Cloud.

It can be seen that their centripetal force is very strong, and even at this moment, they still maintain a high degree of strict order, not just a simple combination of interests, but also have feelings and trust for each other.

Jiang Ding's hand rested on the hilt of the sword.

"Lord Tushan."

The blood flowing clouds with gray hair and wrinkles on his face bowed respectfully, and said, "I have admired adults for a long time, can I teach you a trick and a half?" Or look forward to memories in the future? ”

Jiang Ding looked at him silently and did not speak.

Blood flowed and sweat stood on end.

Vaguely, it seems to go back to hundreds of years ago, when I was a mortal.

At that time, he was the Manu of the Yin Clan, and he had seen a heterogeneous green wolf in the wilderness, and the situation was the same as now, stiff.

From beginning to end, even though he was just a mortal and didn't have any power to resist, he didn't take half a step back and exposed his back.

At that time, the green wolf was already full and was not interested in him, just glanced at each other, and left on his own.

At this time, Xueliuyun still did not back down, staring at the person in front of him.

If you really want to surrender without a fight, it is better to die!

"My lord, humble and ask for a word or two."

Under tremendous pressure, the blood flowed again.

"Okay."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Bang!

The Jindan monks such as Baimei Zhenren and the Six Dao Holy Sons suddenly felt a huge attraction coming from the large array, driving themselves to make some Beidou Tiangang steps and absorb the mana in their bodies.

The complicated gossip array flows, the earth, fire, feng shui, Qiankun Ze, the eight shapes of the gossip change, and the light of the hexagram shines, turning into the power of brilliant thunder, condensing into a thunderous sword that destroys the sword intent.

The Holy Son of the Six Realms couldn't help but be shocked.

This is the formation control to the point of extremely deep, with the formation of people, not with people into formation, waiting for idle monks, wanting to secretly destroy in it, it is definitely wishful thinking, I am afraid that just if I want to make a move, I will be crushed into blood foam by the surrounding buzzing formations, and there is not a drop left.

It's just a lifespan of hundreds of years for Jindan monks, and the sword path is at the top, why is the formation the same?

This doesn't make sense!

Isn't it true that an old monster has broken the restriction of the Fall Order and entered it as an incarnation outside his body?

The Six Paths Son fell into deep doubt.

As soon as the Sword of Thunder appeared, it slashed through the deep spatial crack of the Dao Dao and disappeared.

The eyelids of the white-eyed real person and the other Jindan monks jumped.

Space!

This is already a real primordial-level attack, not a claim!

For a while, many Jindan monks who had been thinking about what they had promised instantly forgot everything before, and were engrossed in cooperating with the Bagua Formation, and there were no other distracting thoughts.

Compared to their complicated minds, the blood clouds were shivering, and the back was cold.

Under this thunder, he felt a strong sense of death.

Obviously, the advice he needed really came, as scheduled, but perhaps at the cost of his life.

"Kill!"

The blood clouds roared, biting the tip of his tongue, spurting out a mouthful of essence blood, holding the natal magic weapon Blood Cloud Banner with both hands, swinging violently, rolling up the blood clouds in the sky, and slashing down against the Thunder Sword.

The blood spear sent Hei Lou Cheng and the others, although they were extremely dissatisfied with his rash actions, and I don't know how many angry voices passed through the divine sense.

But between life and death, he did not give up his support and sat back and watched his death.

"Kill!"

"Bloodkill!"

The eighteen horsemen of the blood cloud all pinched the law decision, stepped on the formation pattern, and waved the blood flag in response to him, and the blood light formation of the Dao Dao was self-generated, and with the attack of the blood flowing cloud, it swallowed dozens of miles of heaven and earth aura.

Endless blood light converged, and under the wave of the blood cloud flag in the hand of Blood Liuyun, blood-colored sword light was born, covering the sky, like swimming fish.

Under the convergence of the blood path formations, the first few blood knives exuded endless blood and sharpness, and where they passed, pitch-black cracks appeared in the space.

Also reached the Yuan Infant level attack!

The army fought hard, there was no room for maneuver, and in the blink of an eye, the sword of thunder and hexagram had already descended, slashing on several bloody knives.

Rumble!

There was an earth-shattering bang.

Under the Thunder Sword, several bloody knives were extinguished with one blow, the aura collapsed, and the fish scale sword light in the sky dissipated.

"Poof!"

The blood cloud showed a frightened look, vomited blood and threw it backwards, and smashed it to the ground.

Around him,

The Blood Cloud Army Formation broke and disintegrated, and the Blood Cloud Eighteen Cavalry and more than a hundred Jindan monks scattered and sputtered in all directions like an explosion, and collapsed with one blow, and their will and morale were completely useless.

(End of chapter)