Bai Hong, who was running back and forth, saw Wujizi's figure suddenly appear not far from him with the corner of his eye, and disappeared in an instant.

Getting closer and closer to his position, feeling the chill brought by the avenue in front of him, he understood that the edge of the Bagua Array was not far in front of him.

"Not good!" he suddenly felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly become sticky, as if he had stepped on the gum of a tree, and his pace slowed down.

In an instant, he realized that although he dodged with all his might, he still stepped into this ghostly array.

The figure of Wujizi suddenly appeared in the field of vision, and at this moment, he stepped on the Taiji diagram, and the yin and yang pisces began to rotate slowly in the diagram, the speed became faster and faster, and finally it was like a whirlpool.

The golden light around Wujizi's body was even more impressive, and he didn't know how much longer it was than the light that was only two or three inches old.

His eyes were like the way of heaven, staring lifelessly at Bai Hong, who was struggling in the formation, his arms suddenly opened, and he closed them in front of his chest, and muttered in his mouth: "Kundi, thunder, Xunfeng, Wuxiang, thunder!"

The fiery red long sword in Bai Hong's hand swept out wildly around him, and the huge spiritual power condensed into a thirty-zhang red lightsaber, raging in the array, and the violent force slashed the ground to pieces, almost hitting Wujizi several times.

Relying on the elusive body method, he can avoid the past.

Inside the large array, the wind howled, breathtaking, and slowly condensed the turbulent golden clouds above the large array.

The purple electricity shuttled in the clouds, like a long snake swimming freely in the clouds, peeking at Bai Hong who was shrouded in a large array, the thunder rolled, as if a god would beat the drum in the clouds to cheer, the drum was stirring and loud, resounding in the sky.

Everyone outside the formation only felt a little stuffy in their chests, but when Bai Hong in the formation heard it, it was straight through his eardrums, and he was dizzy and almost fainted.

Feeling the bursts of violent killing intent coming from above his head, he danced the sword in his hand faster, and the crazy sword qi poured out in all directions, and the ground in the field was cut out of huge ditches one after another by the sword qi, and the field was in a mess.

Wu Jizi's figure is haunted in the array, dodging the crazy sword qi, in order to maintain the thunder punishment above, the spiritual power in his body is also rapidly weakening, if it is slower, maybe the thunder punishment has not yet formed, he will be defeated due to loss of strength.

At this time, it has reached the most critical juncture of the fighting method, and if the will is slightly weak, it will be beaten into the bottomless abyss by the other party, and there is only one ending, that ~ is death!

Wujizi, who was trying his best to dodge the attack, was already a little out of strength in order to maintain the large array, and there was no longer the calm expression on his face at the beginning.

At this moment, like Bai Hong, his teeth were clenched, his face had turned red because of the force, and the green tendons on his forehead had appeared, which had been somewhat distorted!

Bai Hong was in the middle of the big array, and when danger came, he swung his sword wildly, his snow-white eyes had turned red, and his majestic expression had become crazy.

The golden clouds above the big array were still slowly condensing, more dense than Fang Cai, lightning and thunder, and the golden talisman seal flashed and fluttered in the clouds, showing more divine and solemn.

The corners of Wujizi's mouth already had a trace of blood flowing out, and trying his best to maintain the big array had made him exhausted and tired, but Bai Hong's strong strength made him have to deal with it mentally, and if he was not careful, he would escape from the formation.

Then, all previous efforts will be in vain.

Looking at Bai Hong, who was like a ferocious beast, Wujizi's face turned cold, and his expression became even more distorted, revealing a determination to die.

Franticly squeezing the only remaining spiritual power in his body and injecting it into the ground, the ground around Bai Hong's body suddenly became restless, and the loud sound of "click" sounded in the ground again, and stone walls suddenly poured out from the ground, greatly narrowing Bai Hong's range of activities.

Bai Hong's face was horrified, the long sword in his hand slashed faster, and the fire dragon formed by the blazing sword qi roared towards the stone walls in all directions.

Under the ravages of the fire dragon, those stone walls shattered in response, and to Bai Hong's horror, more stone walls poured out of the ground, and his range of movement was still rapidly shrinking, and finally there was only less than thirty zhang in radius.

"Extinguish!" An indifferent voice suddenly appeared in the clouds above, like a ruthless god announcing Bai Hong's final fate.

The golden clouds turned blood-red in an instant, the wind howled fiercely, and a purple thunder pool in the surging red clouds slowly condensed, making a creepy "click" sound.

The purple electricity in the thunder pool was entwined and flowing, more and more, thicker and thicker, just as thick as the tumbling purple magma.

Bai Hong looked up, his frightened soul scattered, his face showed a beast-like crazy struggle, the red long sword was infused with spiritual power, turned into a scarlet dragon with teeth and claws, and the flames were shrouded, roaring angrily at the thunder pool that exuded a terrifying aura.

With a loud bang, everyone felt that the heaven and earth in front of them suddenly darkened, and a thick purple thunder light meandered down from the thunder pool, and the incomparable fire dragon quietly disintegrated the moment it came into contact with the thunder light, and disappeared between heaven and earth along with the red divine weapon.

"No~".

Bai Hong, who was surrounded by a stone wall, saw that the fire dragon he had condensed with all his strength was quietly dashing, and he also realized his last tragic fate, and his mournful shout appeared before he was annihilated by the rolling thunder, and the shouting stopped abruptly.

After the loud thunder, the red clouds in the sky slowly dissipated in the wind, turning into a faint smoke that stained the sky red.

A huge stone pit appeared where Bai Hong stood, surrounded by pitch-black rocks.

There are still small purple lightning swimming in the stone pit, telling a tragic past.

Bai Hong's body was gone, turning into fine dust in the terrifying thunder light, and went away with the wind, the demon of the frozen empire, because of his own desires, died in the distant Qinglong Empire, and in the thunder light, he drew a shameful end to his voice.

"Master Wujizi, the magic leads to the sky~"

"Won, won, won~"

The crowd of the Blue Dragon Empire erupted in tsunami-like cheers, and one after another figures rushed towards Wujizi like lightning.

The corners of the old man's mouth finally showed a miserable smile, and then, under the gaze of everyone, his body fell straight like a stake, splashing dust on the ground.

Only then did the people in the fog react, and they threw themselves down to Wujizi's side, touching the pulse, probing their noses, pressing their chests, and making a mess.

"Amitabha! Donors, spread out!"

The majestic voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears, and when they looked back, a monk in a red robe, with his hands folded, stood beside everyone.

"It turned out to be Zen Master Huitong!"

This is one of the three giants who led the team this time, the moral monk of the Qinglong monk world, the head abbot of the Buddha Temple of Wuxiang Mountain, Huitong.

Seeing that it was a powerful move, everyone hurriedly dispersed to the side and looked at Master Huitong intently.

Master Huitong's treasure is solemn, floating out of the dust, like the incarnation of the Buddha, the power of God is inviolable, and the compassion of the Buddha is in the heart, the Buddha heart of the world, the magic is like the sea, and the heart is like a mirror.

Looking at Wujizi, whose face was pale and gloomy, the old mage felt grief in his heart, helped Wujizi's body up, and sighed faintly: "Old friend, you, what's the trouble?"

A pinch of the pulse, as faint as a gossamer, seems to stop at any moment.

In the final stage of the battle, Bai Hong saw that he was about to break free from the formation, and the state of mind of the Wuji Dao Chief, who had been as plain as water for many years, suddenly set off a majestic wave.

It's just that this battle is too important, if you don't win, then it is very likely to reduce your morale, if you lose the game, then the warlocks of the Frozen Empire are making trouble all over the Blue Dragon Empire, and the consequences are unimaginable.

A series of vicious consequences will appear continuously, and the Blue Dragon Empire, which has stood for two thousand years, will also be stormy.

The old Taoist cares about the common people in the world, and does not think of his own comfort, so he wantonly squeezes the spiritual power in his body, causing a serious physical deficit, and then he collapses due to physical exhaustion.

How could Master Huitong not understand, a peaceful and calm spiritual power appeared around him, and slowly entered Wuji's body.

Under the nourishment of the endless and affinity of the Buddha-nature spiritual power, Wujizi's breathing gradually stabilized, no longer as rapid as Fang Cai, and his complexion gradually returned to ruddy, but because he was too tired, he fell into a sweet sleep.

When everyone saw that Daoist Wuji's body had recovered, their nervous mood relaxed, but when they turned their heads to see the chief of the Hui Dao as the main director, the heart that had just been put down was lifted again.