"Haha...... , dare to be the enemy of my Wushan, you can't come and go. ”

Niu Yu had a shy face, laughed loudly and unbridledly, several blows in a row today, almost made him die, at this moment the slaughter of the rogue was effortless, confidence immediately burst, a set of reckless bull punch out, a huge gray bull rushed into the formation, and the rogue was knocked to pieces, so unhappy.

Outside the formation, the eight thousand liukou were dumbfounded, looking at the vast sea of clouds in front of them, a little overwhelmed, especially listening to the screams coming from ahead, every miserable sound made people's hearts beat.

The Mahayana monk's face turned green, and the two flames in his eyes were burning, and he originally thought that he would lead several times the demon soldiers to besiege a small mountain in the wilderness, but as soon as Fang appeared, he lost a promising young monarch, and then put hundreds of people to death.

Could it be that today is not a good year, and he has committed a taboo of God? The old demon shook his head, his teeth creaked, and his face became more and more cold, and he did not expect Wushan's strength enough, but he couldn't take half a step back.

"Hmph, it's just a phantom formation, and I still want to stop the old man's footsteps, rush over with me, and raze Wushan. ”

The old demon gritted his teeth, led the way in front with a black face, and his true qi swelled suddenly, like a bright torch burning, and thousands of demon cultivators followed his footsteps and walked into the sea of smoke and mist step by step.

As an elder among the Liukou, he has a long lifespan, and the accumulation of thousands of years of precipitation has given him strong strength and rich combat experience, but at this moment, he frowned slightly, and was a little surprised by this hazy smoke.

The vast endless mountain range, the demon cultivation of hundreds of millions, but after the dark period of ancient times, spells, supernatural powers, and various strange sects have almost completely cut off the inheritance, and only a half-star formation outline can be unearthed in some ruins, which is regarded as a classic holy art.

Even in the Divine Sect, there are only a few people who know how to set up formations, and before leaving, they specially gave him a set of array flags to besiege many demon kings in the border wilderness, so as to annihilate them in one fell swoop, but unexpectedly, in this small Wu Mountain. There are even people who know how to form formations.

In fact, he looked up to Niu Er, although he had a different kind of soul, but he didn't understand the formation at all. can only follow the narrative method in the jade slip, insert the array flag one by one, and barely learn a few ways to manipulate.

As soon as they entered the battle, the eyes of many rogues suddenly darkened, and they could not see the light of day. There was no earth and stone below, and a pair of naked eyes could vaguely see a three-foot radius, Elder Qing did not dare to land, and walked cautiously against the wind.

After a while, the old demon's brows furrowed more and more, according to his speed, this short time was enough to fly thousands of miles, and it was not a problem to cross mountains and mountains, but he had never walked out of this place shrouded in smoke and clouds, and his heart couldn't help but get nervous.

Suddenly. As soon as the spirit moved, the wind was raging overhead, and the smoke was tumbling violently, only to see a demon peng claw of tens of zhang size falling from the sky, the sharp claws were cold and cold, and the cracked stones pierced through the air.

"Good thief—"

The old demon's face changed greatly, and he wanted to dodge, but he remembered that there were thousands of demon soldiers behind him, and he snorted, and his hands suddenly slapped into the air. At the same time, a little golden light burst into a brilliant luster, rising from the sky.

There was a loud bang, the ink clouds rolled, and the rich sea of clouds exploded through the open space of dozens of zhang in size. The old demon took three steps back, his face turned red, and the huge peng claw was also shaken out, and the wind around him was howling, flying sand and stones.

In that picture scroll, although a wisp of demon immortal primordial god was sealed. But it is also with the higher the cultivation of the caster, in order to exert greater strength, with the combination of the male and domineering mid-stage cultivation, can barely be promoted to the late stage of Mahayana, and the old demon cultivation is equal, if you want to win, it is even more difficult.

The corner of his eye swept behind him, and the old demon's heart sank, only to see that the thousands of demon soldiers who were originally following behind him were now only a dozen combined monks still following him, and they were blown to the ground, and the rest of them had long since disappeared.

"Kill the rogues, and surround the barren land of my border for a thousand years of peace. ”

"Haha, these bedbugs are stuck in the formation, you don't have to keep your hands, snipe with all your might. ”

"Okay, the old man thinks the rogue is cute for the first time, killing it is like killing a chicken, it's really happy, wahaha......"

"It's really a rare opportunity for this king to test the newly cultivated spells and see how powerful they are......"

"Oh, don't rob it, keep that fat man in this seat, I like to eat such fat meat the most......"

Many demon cultivators on Wushan shot together, all kinds of spells fell in turn, and they laughed at each other, and there was a wailing and screaming in the sea of clouds, one after another, as if it was in the ears, and the old demon was angry, his eyebrows were upside down, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"It's really angry old man, it's rare that Wushan is full of a group of brave people, who dares to come out and compete with the old man-"

"Old horseman, shameless, watch this king's magic kill you. ”

A green mist, like ink, poured down on the head, at a glance it is a highly poisonous thing, the corners of the eyes of the old demon are slightly raised, this is obviously the spell of the god junior, it is really vulnerable, a stream of spiritual light erupted from the mouth, and it was enveloped in an instant, and then swallowed it in one gulp, sneering.

"Hmph, it's really wishful thinking that just the poisonous fog also wants to fight against this seat. ”

At this time, there was a sharp, obscene laugh in his ears: "Hey, it turns out that this old man still has this hobby, this king is just a fart, you like it so much, it's really not left, haha......"

"Haha, Brother Dao's fart is probably just his appetite, it's really unexpected, a dignified Mahayana monk has such a strange preference, it's really unseemly......"

"I ......"

The old demon's face suddenly turned from black to blue, as if he had eaten a dead child, his stomach was tumbling, he was forced to endure the intense feeling of vomiting, his teeth clicked, and he couldn't wait to cramp and peel the skin of the person who spoke out, and the corpse was broken into thousands of pieces.

"Death to the old man—"

The old demon was furious, his true qi fluctuated violently like an ocean, and he shook away the smoke around him, and slapped his big hand forward, the earth and stones cracked, and the sand and gravel shot all over the sky, but it also emptied the fog, revealing a large blank land.

So it was, a trace of essence flashed in the old demon's eyes, and he instantly came up with a way to break the formation, and shouted: "All the demon soldiers listen to the order and jointly perform the technique of exhaling the wind to disperse the smoke in front of them." ”

With a sound of response, countless winds swept through the heavens and the earth, blowing away a large area of space, and the smoke was about to break through, and a group of frightened old demons hurriedly cast spells and sniped with all their might.

The male dominates the sky and takes the lead, the true qi is like a wave of the river poured into the picture scroll, the huge Peng bird covers the sky and the sun, a long chant shakes the eight directions, the wings are spread, 108,000 arrows, out of thin air, the sharp sword is like pure gold, emitting a loud iron roar, killing the old demon fiercely.

The old Liukou felt something, raised his head suddenly, his pupils shrank, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and said disdainfully: "It's just a wisp of primordial spirit, it really shouldn't be a demon fairy in person, see how the old man breaks you." ”

The palm of the hand stretched out, and suddenly grabbed into the void, and there was a bright golden light bursting out, and a golden object appeared in the hand, three inches in size, and the blazing luster around the body shone, converging into a beam of divine glow to break through the vast sea of clouds, reaching the sky, the vast coercion was surging, even if it was dozens of miles away, it made people feel heavy and depressed.

Immortal artifact!

Everyone guessed the origin of this thing, that divine aura, majestic and inviolable, absolutely belongs to the heavenly protection that only demon immortals can have, although the old rogue can not unleash all his power, but it cannot be underestimated.

True Qi poured into that object like an ocean, immeasurable divine glow radiated, and that powerful aura was even more intense, Elder Qing's face was solemn, and his face trembled slightly, it seemed that according to his cultivation as a close immortal, it was not so easy to use the supreme immortal magic weapon.

"From—"

Seeing that the sword feathers of the Peng King were overwhelming, Elder Qing suddenly shouted, his beard and hair were all open, like an angry lion, he raised his hand and threw the immortal weapon into the air.

Whoa-

With a soft sound, the golden immortal weapon rose in the wind, and in an instant it turned into a huge net covering the sky, boundless, covering a radius of hundreds of miles, and each network line was as thick as a pillar, exuding a strong fairy light, and included the Dapeng bird in it.

"It's not good, Brother Xiong, take it back. ”

The demon cultivator on Wushan immediately saw that something was wrong, and the immortal weapon made by the old Liukou obviously restrained the Peng Immortal Picture Scroll, which was prepared, specifically to suppress this thing, so that it could not exert its strength at all.

"Haha, my family master is clever and omnipotent, how can you stop it. When the army of our sect is exhausted, and the recovery of the rivers and mountains is just around the corner, you will be disobedient to the will of heaven and will inevitably die without a place to be buried. ”

The old Liukou was extraordinarily proud, laughing arrogantly, watching the golden net shrink, Peng Bird's Yuan Shen Law struggled fiercely, but it became tighter and tighter, and the golden net cable even tightened the flesh, and a large number of feathers fell and dispersed.

At this moment, an inconspicuous light came from the sea of fog, shooting crookedly, the old Liukou didn't take it seriously, and thought that the sword qi of a junior's sneak attack glanced at it, as if there was nothing, and with a wave of his big sleeve, it seemed to drive away flies.

Suddenly, a trace of extreme danger rose in his heart, and the faint sword suddenly rose with an astonishing killing intent, and the void shattered, and the evil aura was monstrous, like a heaven-breaking divine soldier opening the heavens and slashing down obliquely.

At that moment, Elder Qing suddenly saw the apocalyptic scene of the heavens and the earth overturning, the universe collapsing, everything in the world collapsed at the same time, turning inch by inch into powder, the entire body was frozen with cold killing intent, the scalp was numb, the hair stood upside down, and the soul was locked by the sword qi, unable to move at all.

"Immortal Sword Qi-"

At the moment of life and death, the corners of Lao Liukou's eyes burst out, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the true qi around his body roared, struggling with his thousands of years of profound cultivation, and broke free from a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation, dozens of magic weapons were thrown out as if they didn't want money, there were shields, towers, and a few weapons, all of which were ground by the sword qi one by one, and they couldn't resist at all.

The blood flashed, one sleeve flew away, and the old arm was crushed into minced flesh by the huge pressure, and the old rogue's heart jumped, and at the moment when the fog dispersed, it turned into a red streamer and disappeared, galloping towards the rear, faster than lightning.

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Recently, I've been updating slowly, and there are more Cui brothers, Hanzhu Daoyou, the future God Emperor, and many other people who silently support reading my novels, thank you for always not giving up, although it is slow, but I will try to write more exciting, and the future will not disappoint you. (To be continued.) )