"Who?"

Hong Daoren's eyes were cold, and he took out a token with many runes from his sleeve and slapped it on the table.

After Yizhuang, on the altar of offering incense flowers and candles to the gods in a room, the light is blazing, and the colorful treasure cover hanging on it rotates slowly, and the green, yellow, and white three-day talisman hanging in the middle layer hangs down the spiritual light, and the nine groups of golden lamps below are lit up one by one.

The flame phantom was born from under the altar like water waves, layer upon layer, spreading outward, like a red lotus withering, very gorgeous.

The debut flame also appeared on the round mirror in front of Chu Tai, and even tried to follow the connection and burn it on his body.

"Three days of Yuan light through the Nine Hells Lantern Altar? Good guy, he actually used this altar for refining the soul of the dead as an evil altar for refining demons, he is really a talent! ”

Before the water mirror collapsed, Chu Tai also saw the origin of the other party clearly, and couldn't help gritting his teeth.

Raise your hand to fire, float in the flames of the Danxia flag, when the air is brushed, like the red fire Danxia golden light falls.

"I'm already outside the Three Realms Fire House, above the Nine Directions Hell, and you are embarrassed to burn me with fire!"

Hongdaoren laughed, and the token in his hand hit the table again, and there was also fire rising around him, protecting Yizhuang.

He himself took a step back, borrowed the fire to escape to the altar, pressed the token, and the banner vibrate, stopping the golden light of the red fire Danxia.

Pick up the banner above the altar and throw it downward.

A few rays of fire flew out of the golden lamp, rolling up the flag and disappearing.

Then, a blue-faced, fanged Hell appeared behind Chu Tai and reached out to grab the back of his heart.

With a flick of the dust, the gossip lines lit up on the road, and the two qi of water and fire rolled up and pumped, annihilating the flying ashes of the Rakshasa ghost.

Then, another Hell came out from behind him, slashing with a large sword, only to be bewildered by the flying maple leaves, turning into green smoke in the golden light.

"Hell Spirit? What hell really means? So this altar was originally a side branch of the Xuanmen? ”

Chu Tai was a little surprised, he didn't expect that this Hongdao people's altar really condensed some hell true meaning, and then derived that standing in the altar of hell, he would stand on hell and would not fall and sink, not be tormented, and not be suffering.

Although this kind of artistic conception still does not belong to the orthodox Dharma altar, its intention is not low, and it is expected that it will be fruitful if it continues to be practiced.

Chu Tai, who understood this, was even more angry.

"What kind of Fa-rectification has you cultivated!"

A Nanyan Cave Floating Xi Yao Zhenqi burst out from the top gate, and the flames rose, forming a palm the size of an acre of field and falling suddenly.

The blazing flames surged out, the golden light friction stirred, and the altar that shook in just a moment shook, and the golden lamps shook.

Only then did Hongdao know that it was powerful, and scolded the old man and the middle-aged man on the side.

"If you don't do it yet, will he let you go after he kills me?"

After speaking, he seemed to be worried that the two would hesitate, and added another sentence.

"As long as you can hold on for a while, I can give you the good things I said earlier!"

Hearing this, the old man was still thinking, the middle-aged man couldn't help it, and raised his hand to release a black gas, wrapped in the cold aura of the forest.

When the old man saw that his son had already moved, he coughed twice and released a yellow turbid gas from his sleeve, wrapped in a little sand, turning into a turbid wave and surging up, which was in harmony with the cold and evil qi of the forest.

Chu Tai snorted coldly: "Get out!" ”

With a wave of his sleeves, Nanyan Cave Fuxi Yao Zhenqi's big hand pressed down again, breaking the turbidity wave derived from the joint efforts of the father and son, and shattering the guardian law ban outside Yizhuang.

The old man and the middle-aged man were shocked, and they were knocked away by a huge force born out of thin air, hit the wall, fell down, vomited blood, and fainted.

"Sir!"

Seeing this, the young man was furious and jumped to his feet, trying to rush forward to find Chu Tai's trouble.

"Be quiet!"

The palm of his hand was pressed down, and the real Qi rolled, and the big hand lifted and pressed the young man one by one, and sealed it by his side.

A red rope flew out, and with the copper coin, it was wrapped around the young man's body, sealing the cultivation of the spirit in his body and the dry bones of the wreckage.

It's just such a delay, and the Hongdao people below have also completed the preliminary work of casting spells.

"Up!"

An angry shout sounded, and behind the Hongdao people, in front of the god seat where many incense flowers and candles were offered, a seven-story bronze pagoda rose into the air, burning with red flames inside, and immature cries kept coming out.

"Evil Barrier!"

Chu Tai's long hair was flying, even if he had expected it a long time ago, when he really saw it, he was still furious.

One hand stretched out, five fingers opened, and the big hand of Nanyan Cave Fuxi Yao Zhenqi just wanted to grab the bronze tower.

Hong Daoren was not surprised, he had already seen that this big hand in the air was transformed by Chu Tai's mana, driving the bronze tower into the air, trying to pollute its true qi with the demonic and evil qi in it.

The two collided, and the evil qi full of despair and pain merged into the flames, causing a layer of black gas to appear on the surface of the big hand, and then the pagoda rushed upward, penetrating the big hand, and the Nanyan Cave Fuxi Yao True Qi collapsed, like a fire tree and silver flowers.

"Hahahaha! My Six Yang Divine Infant Tower just lacks the soul of a pure Yang monk as the core, and since you kid has sent it to the door, I'm not welcome. ”

Hongdaoren laughed, waved the command flag in his hand, and the bronze tower rose into the air, just to cover Chutai.

"Ling's Six Yang Divine Infant Tower?"

Chu Tai chuckled, stretched out his hand, and sneered: "You might as well try again, does it still listen to you?" ”

Hong Daoren's face changed slightly, and then he saw that there was a ring on the top of the pagoda, and the Dao Dao Qingguang was turning, which was consuming the breath and mana he left in the pagoda.

"Not good!"

The token in his hand was raised again, and he was about to knock it down, when he suddenly found that there were lotus flowers blooming in the golden lamps below.

These lotus flowers swayed between the lights, the flowers bloomed and fell, and pieces of illusory petals flew out, surrounding the golden lanterns like flames.

"Lotus Cultivation Secret Technique? When? ”

Hongdao people are not ordinary cultivators, they saw the essence of the lotus flower below, and while their complexion changed suddenly, they looked at Chu Tai.

In response, there was a green glow, and the frost covered his face little by little, and the mana was frozen.

Holding the plain dust and green mangs in one hand, he slowly walked up to the altar with the gossip gourd in the other, and pushed it down with his backhand, letting the lotus flower and the flames devour it.

Standing on the altar, a wave of mana surged under Chu Tai's feet, Nanyan Cave floated and rolled with true qi, and the lotus flowers around him shone brightly, washing the mana in the entire altar little by little, seizing its core essence.

Is it really an altar that has been passed down from generation to generation? It's a pity that I lost my true intentions, and there is no one to preside, what can I do to compete with me? ’

Chu Tai, who was standing in the middle of the altar, felt the slight spiritual instinct in this altar, and knew it in his heart, and increased the suppression of mana.

The person who lost the host was occupied by Chu Tai again, and the altar didn't last long before it was erased by the Nanyan Cave Fuxi Yao Zhenqi and changed to a master.

Stretching out his hand, Zhen Qi rolled over, pulled the young man to his side, and asked, "Who are you and where do you live?" ”