Old Monster Wan Luo himself also knew in his heart that with this stump, the probability of successfully breaking through the eighth formation was too low.

In fact, there is also a lot of luck in being able to break through the sixth and seventh formations, if it weren't for the fact that he had studied the characteristics of the evil spirits for the sake of Huqin's old friend and the reason why the little bastard was trapped by the evil spirit, his knowledge in this path was far beyond that of ordinary monks, and in the seventh formation, he would not have been able to find the weakness of the forbidden slave so accurately, and he would have killed forty ghosts with a sword and passed this formation.

But he can lose, but he can't stand the scolding and contempt of young people, which is an insult.

"Who are you to talk about a respectful word in front of me?"

In the eighth formation, there was a young man with a face like a statue, about twenty years old, but his expression was like a ghostly cold ice carving, at this time he heard the words of the old monster of Wanluo, but a touch of coldness rose on his face, raised a finger, pointed to the old monster of Wanluo outside the formation, his voice was slightly angry, he opened his mouth lightly, and his tongue bloomed with spring thunder: "Get out!"

Thundered!

Inside the array, a thunder snake swam away, turned into a python whip, and whipped straight out of the array.

"Smack!"

Wan Luo old monster was insulted, but also his eyes were furious, although he was seriously injured, but he also rose sharply, a palm poked out, the spiritual power in the palm was like a tide, and he held the whip in his hand, the python whip roared with great force, and hit the scorched black palm of his hand, but he was also firmly grasped in his hand, and shouted towards the array: "Junior, you can kill me in the array, how can you stop me from entering the formation?"

"I once made a bet with someone, even if Yuan Ying came, I couldn't pass the first seven formations......"

The young man in the array spoke coldly: "...... What's more, you?"

"Whoosh"

Another python whip took shape. Straight towards the old monster of Wanluo.

"Rude!"

Wanluo old monster made another move. Grabbed another Thunder Python. Furious.

"When those old friends sent the old man out of the customs, the old man also promised them that they would at least enter the eighth formation!"

The old monster of Wanluo took a deep breath, and was about to tear off the two thunderbolt python whips and rush forward.

However, with a "boom", another python whip transformed and whipped down from behind.

The old monster of Wanluo snorted, and his already rickety figure was already clumsy. Falling down again, he narrowly missed out.

In the seventh array, with his body that was nearly exhausted in qi and blood, he swung his heavy sword and slashed forty yin ghosts, which was really beyond the limit of his physical body at his age, not to mention that the oil ran out of lamps, it was almost over, and he held the two python whips in time, and he almost exhausted his remaining spiritual power, plus he was seriously injured. Even his mind was about to dissipate, and he couldn't stop the sudden third whip.

"Nan Zhan Ye Xiu. What guarantee does not guarantee in front of me?"

In the eighth formation, the voice sounded faintly again, and another whip was shot down out of thin air.

"Poof......

A stream of blood spurted out of the mouth and nose of the Wanluo old monster, and his palms trembled, and his hatred was endless.

But he was silent for a long time, but he stood up again and stepped forward.

"Sneer......"

Another whip fell, slashing straight at his chest, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

"The old man wants to enter the battle, what are you going to do to stop me?"

The old monster of Wanluo stepped forward again, his steps vain.

"Whew......"

Another whip came over, knocking him to a staggering body and nearly falling.

"If I don't let you enter the battle, you won't be able to enter the battle!"

Therefore, he did not enter the battle at that time, but all these scenes were seen by the monks under the Fengzen Mountain, for a while the cold wind was silent, no one spoke, and the expressions on everyone's faces were extremely complicated, there was resentment, pity, and indifference.

"Cangwu Dao Master, this god son of your Fu Dao has cultivated thunder arts, and his temper is getting more and more irritable!"

After a long time, even the Yin Spirit Dao Master, the old woman, couldn't help but say to the young Dao Master.

"This son is destined to use thunder means in the future, kill demons, survive the catastrophe, and the magic is single-minded, and it is nothing!"

The Dao Master of the Talisman said lightly, not seeming to care.

The Pure Yang Dao Master, hearing this, also sighed lowly, knowing that the Fu Dao Dao Master was short of protection, so he stopped speaking.

"Wanluo senior, let's go down the mountain, let's not break into battle......"

A wail rang out, and one of the Nanzhan monks cried bitterly, fell to his knees and screamed.

That whip and whip struck Wan Luo old monsters, but it was also like a whip on their spirits, almost desperate.

However, the old monster of Wanluo on the mountain, as if he had not heard of it, supported his body and continued to step forward, without any intention of retreating.

"It's you who is looking for your own death, don't blame me!"

In the void outside the array, a terrifying electric python with the thickness of a human waist condensed, and the arc of Karala overflowed, as bright as a thunder dragon, lying in mid-air, suspended above the head of the old monster of Wanluo, that kind of inviolable breath, even the cultivators under the mountain could sense it, and a panic was involuntarily born in their hearts.

"Alas, the current juniors, are you really so immoral?"

The old monster of Wanluo did not retreat, raised his head slightly, and looked at the thunder whip in the air.

There seemed to be a touch of despair pouring out, and there was some unwillingness.

I could have made it to the eighth formation......

With a "click", the thunder whip was raised high, and then whipped downward.

The power of a whip seems to be about to whip the stone path of Fengchan Mountain in half.

And the thin Wanluo old monster looked so vulnerable at this time.

"Enough ......"

At this moment, an angry shout sounded, but there was a red shadow, and at the foot of the self-styled Zen Mountain, the figure moved, appearing not far from the Wanluo old monster, and then with a wave of his sleeves, two long silk silks swept over like a spiritual snake, and directly rolled the thin figure of the Wanluo old monster, and then pulled it hard, pulling it out from under the thunder whip that roared down.

Bang!

The thunderbolt struck the ground, the earth was scorched, the gravel was flying, and the terrible thunder and lightning were dancing everywhere, as if turning into a sea of thunder.

The red shadow that had ripped away the old monster of Wanluo turned his back, stepped on the void, and fled as fast as he could.

It was Li Hongyi, this woman violated the rules and rescued people at this time.

"Girl...... Why did you ruin the last bit of the old man's thoughts?"

The old man Wan Luo opened his weak eyes, saw that it was Li Hongyi, his face was bitter, and he sighed softly.

"Senior, Senior Sister Ye Guyin has already gone to invite Senior Brother Fang, don't you really want to meet him?"

Li Hongyi held back her tears and said in a low voice, holding Wanluo Old Monster and falling to the foot of Fengchan Mountain.

"That little bastard...... Coming?"

The old monster of Wanluo was slightly stunned, and his eyes seemed to be a little stunned.

"You are also my Yin Spirit Dao disciple, why are you so unruly?"

At the foot of Fengchan Mountain, the old woman of Yin Lingdao saw this scene, raised her eyebrows, scolded sharply, flicked her fingers, and a black mang flew into the air, seemingly inconspicuous, but extremely terrifying, the face of Li Hongyi in the air changed greatly, turned around quickly, and then took the blow on her back, her face changed, and the whole person was immediately unable to resist the air, and the paper kite generally fell sharply to the ground.

"Poof......

Li Hongyi fell to the ground, a blood mark gushed out from the corner of his mouth, and the old monster Wanluo in his arms fell out, but was caught by Hou Guimen.

"The Taoist Lord spares his life...... In vain, if you don't pick it up, you can't do it......"

Li Hongyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, as if begging for mercy, but he smiled a little provocatively.

"Heh, he wants to break into battle, life and death are fate, why do you need to do too much?"

The Yin Spirit Dao Master Sen Ran asked, "Do you really think that Uncle Hades loves you, and the old body will not dare to punish you with the door rules?"

Li Hongyi laughed miserably, and said in a low voice: "The Dao Lord blames me, I'm not saving him, I'm saving our Yin Spirit Dao!"

The Yin Spirit Dao Master's face was slightly stunned, and he sneered, and said, "Oh? What do you mean by this?

Li Hongyi sneered, and there was a faint hint of wiping the yin owl in his eyes, and his voice was soft, but it implied a ruthless meaning: "This old-timer is a cultivator who has cultivated all over the sky, needless to say, but what is more terrifying about him is that he has an amazing apprentice...... The disciple is a disciple of the Northern Three Dao, and I am really worried that his disciple will be ruthless, and when our three Dao is down, it will be difficult for me to get out......"

"Nonsense!"

The corner of the Yin Spirit Dao Master's eyes was raised, his face was full of anger, and he was about to scold immediately, but he suddenly felt something and turned his head to look.

"Coming?"

Li Hongyi was also shocked, and he was overjoyed, looking in the same direction.

There, there was a golden cloud, murderous and straight to Fengchan Mountain.

"Bastards, who dares to bully my master, the master wants you to pay for your life......"

The golden cloud, is really a fat golden crow, wings spread, enough to ten zhang square, under the wings of the wind road, where it passes, urging the mountains to pull out the trees, a mess, and on its back, there is a gray-clothed young man in clothes who hunts and flies standing in the wind, standing next to a tall woman in white, with flying clothes, her face is overwhelming, and there is a woman in purple at her feet, full of worry, behind the young man, a bad breath surged straight into the sky, almost like a black rainbow through the sun, the evil qi is so strong that the three Taoist masters are doubly frightened.

"The little bastard is here?"

When the old monster heard the roar, he reluctantly opened his heavy eyes and looked into the distance, a wry smile rising on his face.

"Why is he here?"

When the young monks of Nanzhan saw him, their expressions were complicated, and they muttered to themselves.

"This guy is finally here!"

Hou Guimen turned his head, and a look of hope rose in his eyes.

"He ......"

Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci saw the figure, their bodies were as if they had been hit hard, and they subconsciously leaned together and held them with both hands. (To be continued.) )