Jin Xiangdi didn't know what kind of mantra he was reciting, because this spell was written by the master in the pages of a book to destroy illusions, there were nine folds, each weight was the same, but one weight and one weight could be stacked together, and finally burst open. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The page reads, "This spell can break illusions and formations", but this sentence is the only one, and the others are not described too much. However, Jin Xiangdi thought that the spell was written by his master, because after reading it, it seemed to be engraved in his mind, and when he was pulled into the world of flowers by the flower demon, the spell immediately appeared in his heart.

Since that time, he has found that the spell is not simple. At that time, when he broke the world of flowers, he just read the second weight. This spell is divided into nine layers, one heavy and nine stacks, and under the overlap, the power in the spell becomes stronger and stronger, and every spell sound behind it seems to be able to break the mountains and rocks and make the rivers flow.

At this time, he had already recited the second and third stack mantras, and when he broke the world of flowers, he recited the second and third stacks, and the world of flowers collapsed.

At that time, he only felt that his divine soul was suppressing and imprisoning an incomparably powerful beast, and as long as he released it, he could shatter everything.

He had reached his limit then, and now he has not reached his limit. His incantations were still stacked on top of each other, and a powerful force was born there, expanding.

The size of the place in front of him was shining brightly, as if something had come out of his mouth, churning in the small void.

And the black light in the void around that piece of brilliance actually became stagnant, and the originally terrifying black evil divine wind seemed to be no longer so slick like a knife to the bone at this moment, but became dull.

In the void, I faintly saw a black banner floating there, it was a formation flag. Seeing that the array flag was revealed, the old man with withered bamboo had a more solemn face.

There was a giant snake wrapped around the purple bamboo in the sky, and the roots of the purple bamboo tightly grabbed the huge snake, and there was a green sword light in it, and every time it slashed, several bamboo leaves fell.

For the old man of withered bamboo, every bamboo leaf is his cultivation, which is cutting off his cultivation. This was the first time he had seen this kind of sword fighting, and it was terrifying, but it was still not enough.

If you give this green leaf more time, you may be able to realize the terrible method with this sword technique, but now for the old man of withered bamboo, this is not a threat enough.

What really made him feel the deadly threat was the spell, at first he heard the spell sound a little like a clear spring flowing, slowly, the stream turned into a raging wave of the angry river, surging and surging, and now it seemed to have become a huge murderous thing breeding in the river and sea, and the whole void was affected.

The old man of withered bamboo thought in his heart: "Such a spell must have an extraordinary origin, and it is not something that mortal demons can learn, is he a disciple and grandson of a great star in the heavenly realm? However, what about the great star king, he can't really come to the lower realm to kill me, even if it is a doppelganger, what can he do to me." I must kill him today, and perhaps I can force this spell to be solved. ”

For him, demons are born and raised, and all the methods in the world need to be taken by themselves, and when the demon is still a mortal beast, the killing competition has gone deep into the bone marrow. Maybe there is a demon who can grind away the self-only heart that goes deep into the bone marrow soul in the long years, but it will definitely not be the current withered bamboo old man.

Although the withered bamboo felt the danger and felt the terrible power contained in the spell, he still didn't think that he would lose to such a little demon, for him, the three in front of him were all little demons, when he was crisscrossing the three mountains and five mountains, the three little demons in front of him were still just ignorant.

At this moment, the withered bamboo opened his mouth and spit out a small flag the size of a fingernail from his mouth, and the small flag rose in the wind after it came out of his mouth.

The flag of the small flag has a silver rune on the surface and the flagpole is purple.

The name of this flag is Taiyi Dun Tianwan, and the silver runes on the surface of the banner seem to form the word Taiyi. As soon as this Taiyi Heavenly Banner appeared, the Black Light God Destroying Array, which was originally somewhat stagnant, moved, and the Taiyi Heavenly Banner surged with silver-gray brilliance, stirring up the entire Black Light God Destroying Array.

There was a whistling sound, and the black light was like the wind, and it was surging wildly again.

Jin Xiangdi's whole mind was reciting the spell, and at this time he seemed to be wielding a giant hammer, raising his hands, and the power of the giant hammer continued to increase, until he could no longer bear it, he only had to put it down, and the giant hammer could smash the earth void.

The snake under the entanglement of the purple bamboo roots in the void writhed and struggled, and it was originally able to hold on, but when the Taiyi Heavenly Banner shook, he only felt that his whole body was about to be shattered, and he actually had a feeling of suffocation, for a demon like him, with this feeling, it meant that he was really not far from death.

The flames on the body of the magic elephant giant snake wrapped around the purple bamboo were also constantly weakened in the black light, and the green sword light that flew in the void was no longer so dazzling, as if it was about to fall at any time.

Jin Xiangdi was still reciting the spells, stacking them one after another, and he only felt that his divine thoughts were like a silk thread maintaining the final balance.

In the senses of the old man withered bamboo, a huge force was about to erupt, but he firmly suppressed it with the magic circle and his own magic image.

Kuzhu wants to believe that this little demon is definitely not his opponent, his spell will definitely not be able to do his best, he will be suppressed by himself, the greater the pressure he gives, then the other party may not be able to recite the spell in the end, and the spell may shock himself to death. Kuzhu felt that as long as this spell was devoured, the other party's body would definitely be scattered and his soul would be destroyed.

At this time, Jin Xiangdi only felt that he was pulling a mountain to climb to a high place, and every step was so difficult, one step at a time, one mantra at a time, layer upon layer.

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and with every incantation, blood spilled out, and the image above seemed to be about to crumble.

There was no sound in his mouth anymore, as if a man who was about to die was speaking with difficulty at the end, but from his mouth there was still a radiance, and the place in front of him was like a golden wave in a deep pool.

The Golden Elephant had forgotten everything else, he only knew that after reciting this last mantra, it would be the fourth, and if he had recited it, he felt that everything around him would be quiet, everything would be broken, and everything would be thorough.

"Die. The old man felt the limit of the golden elephant, and at the same time, he also felt a terrifying force about to burst out.

The black evil divine light rushed down like a black dragon, and the purple bamboo in the sky also fell with a purple flame.

The green light in it had dimmed, and it was about to fall at any moment, and when he fell, it was the moment of his death, and the snake that Ba Si had turned into was already dying.

At this moment, the golden elephant opened his mouth and roared, there was no sound, his mouth did not make the slightest sound, but the Void Heaven and Earth made a sound for him.

The golden light in front of him seemed to be touched by this traction and disintegrated.

"Buzz ......"

Jin Xiangdi only felt that his whole body was relieved, and his mind and thoughts were blank, as if he had seen the heavens and the earth collapse, and he no longer had a physical body, just a piece of dust scattered in every corner of this world.

He only felt that all the original restraints had vanished, including the pressure constraints brought by that formation, as well as his own restraints. He didn't know what he had broken, but he knew that his whole being was empty, and with it, the whole heaven and earth entered his heart.

The black light extinguishing array dispersed, the boundless black evil divine wind was gone, the purple bamboo fire was gone, and the old man of withered bamboo was holding a broken flagpole and stood there with a frightened face, he looked extremely embarrassed. The surrounding trees and rocks were not damaged in the slightest, but the flags were all shattered into powder.

Ba Si was lying on the ground not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and Aoba opened his mouth slightly, as if he was distracted, as if he had sensed something.

And Jin Xiangdi only felt that it had never been so good, and his eyes saw the person standing on the top of the mountain.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the old man of the withered bamboo, and the old man of the withered bamboo turned around in shock and was about to run away, turning into a purple light, but the purple light escaped not far away, and the golden elephant suddenly said lightly: "Crack." ”

The sound is not loud, but the heavens and the earth are quiet, as if there is no other sound in this world, this voice is like the master of life and death. A crack suddenly appeared in the void, and the crack was centered on the light of the old man withered bamboo, and then a piece of blood was scattered in the void.

The old man of withered bamboo was actually unable to escape, and Jiuchen on the top of the mountain was shocked.

"He, he, the old man of withered bamboo was actually killed by a spell from him. Jiuchen could hardly believe it.

Huiqi Daoren's face also changed, his fist under his robe was clenched, and Changqingzi next to him sighed: "He has entered another scene, we are not opponents, let's go, it is useless to stay." As soon as he finished speaking, the Huiqi Daoist turned around and left.

Hui Qi knew very well that he was not the opponent of this snake demon, even if the heavy treasure purple and green double swords passed down by the ancestor were exhausted, he was afraid that he would not be able to, so he turned around and left.

Changqingzi followed.

Although the Jiuchen Daoist was unwilling, when the golden-clothed snake demon in the valley looked up, he only felt that his whole body was cold, and the last trace of unwillingness turned into fear and cold spread in his body, and he turned around and left.

He didn't dare to shout loudly to his disciples, for fear of disturbing the golden-clothed snake demon standing in the valley, but the disciples of his One Yuan Dao Sect saw that their masters had left, and naturally they all went away one by one, and they didn't dare to slow down a little bit.

Seeing these human monks fleeing like a desperate person, Jin Xiangdi didn't go to kill them all, after all, he had lived in a human mountain village for many years, and under the guidance of Senior Brother Huiyan, he embarked on the true path of cultivation, not as brutal as other demons.

He suddenly remembered a scene from a long, long time ago, and although a long time had passed, it was still deeply impressed in his heart. At that time, he was still a golden snake that had just opened the spirit, coiled on a bluestone with aura, sucking the essence of heaven and earth against the moonlight, when a red-crowned crane flew down, he could not escape, and when he was about to fight to the death, a human monk appeared.

The monk landed on his predator in a matter of steps, and with a flick of his hand he subdued it into a mount, and at that time he only thought that the human being was the most powerful being in heaven and earth.

And now, he is still standing at the bottom of the valley, but one look has made a group of human monks flee for their lives.

The world is like smoke, leaving no trace, but it changes everything.