"It's not good! Haidaoyou has been hit by the Heavenly Ghost Monk's Buddha Heart Illusion Dafa!" Old Man Shan was surprised, and hurriedly rushed towards the Heavenly Ghost Monk.

"Shan Daoyou, with your cultivation, how can you be the opponent of the old bald donkey of that day!" said the fire demon, and he was about to drive forward to help.

However, he was stopped by the Ice Fairy behind him.

"Bingling, what are you doing here?"

"Fire Dao friends, don't worry. If you take a closer look at the ghost monk that day, you will know. The Ice Ling Fairy calmly stretched out her finger and pointed at the Heavenly Ghost Monk on the opposite side.

When the fire demon looked back, he found the clue.

It turned out that at this time, the Heavenly Ghost Monk had already rolled his eyes, his body kept shaking, and the golden light slowly floated from his body towards the nearby Sea Old Demon.

This is one of the major drawbacks of the illusion of the Buddha's mind.

Although it is possible to make the sea demon fall into the illusion for a short time, he will also be affected, and he must concentrate on casting spells in the illusion, and cannot distinguish the spirit sense.

As a result, this psychedelic technique can only be used one-on-one.

At this time, the old man had already flown to the front.

A dark red long umbrella magic weapon in his hand has been aimed at the Heavenly Ghost Monk.

"Heavenly Ghost Monk, your time of death has arrived!"

After drinking lightly, I saw that the red umbrella broke away from the palm of Shan Lao's hand, and after a small circle in mid-air, the blood flashed all over the body!

"Whoosh, whoosh~"

Countless blood-colored spikes of light shot out from the umbrella surface, heading straight for the vital parts of the Heavenly Ghost God's body.

If this hits, the Heavenly Ghost Monk will be like a sieve, covered with blood holes all over his body.

However, as a monk of the Great Perfection level of the Jiedan, how could the Heavenly Ghost Monk not leave a way back for himself.

When the blood-colored light pierced dozens of meters in front of him, he saw that the space suddenly lit up with golden ripples.

When the light pattern disappeared, the old monk trembled violently.

With a few eye rolls, the spirit returns to the field.

Hearing the whirring sound behind him, the Heavenly Ghost Monk shook his head and took a look, and without saying a word, his right hand immediately sank down!

"Buddha's mudra!"

"Wow~!"

A large hand of golden light the size of a zhang fell from the air in an instant.

"Smack!"

With a slam slam, the blood-colored spikes of light shot were scattered.

Fortunately, the single old man reacted quickly enough.

In a hurry, his body dodged in mid-air again and again, and at the same time, his hands suddenly became old. It is like a noodle, soft and slender, and it is more than 100 meters long.

"Thousand Cloud Hands!"

Grab it a little harder, and firmly grasp the body of the sea demon below. Immediately afterwards, the old man opened his mouth slightly, and a gasp force rushed to the half-empty blood umbrella and rolled away.

Suddenly, under the influence of a gust of wind, the blood umbrella shrank rapidly in the eyes of everyone, and in the end, it was only an inch long, and it was sucked into Shan Lao's mouth.

With their bodies flickering, the two of them returned to the fire demon and the others.

"Goo~Goo~Poof!" After a mouthful of black blood spit out of the sea old demon's mouth, the old demon regained consciousness. Seeing that he was injured, the old demon also knew what was going on, and looked at the Heavenly Ghost Monk with hatred.

"Old bald donkey, I'm at odds with you!"

"Amitabha! I can't imagine that there are such figures among the monks of Southern Xinjiang. It seems that I underestimated you before. The Heavenly Ghost Monk ignored the Sea Old Demon, but after glancing at the Shan Old Man in the distance, he moved his gaze to his right wrist again.

The golden light hand just now did not completely block the attack of the blood-colored light thorn.

Seven or eight have pierced into the wrists of the Heavenly Ghost Monks.

Fortunately, the strength of the Heavenly Ghost Monk is not bad, and he is forced out of the body one by one.

However, it was still swollen and painful.

Seeing this, the Heavenly Ghost Monk frowned and looked back at the Turkic array.

"Amitabha, why, the old decay has worked so hard for you, and the Turkic little dolls haven't come out to help?"

"Whew~!"

"Whew~!"

"Huh~!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden crowd of people in the Turkic camp, and the next moment, six monks with good skills flashed out.

As soon as he saw these six people, even the Qingyu monk below had to suspend his command of the battle, his eyes drifted to the six people in mid-air, and he spit out a sentence in surprise.

"Unexpectedly, the eight peak hall masters of the Turkic clan are really all here!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity to escape, Old Man Shan and the others immediately did not dare to fight anymore, and they all flew back into the formation.

The monk surnamed Yue had a big mouth, and he was shocked to read out their names one by one.

From left to right.

First of all, there was an old man in a white robe with white hair and upside down eyebrows.

"White Eagle Hall Master, White Mountain!"

After that, there was a middle-aged man in a black robe, with a beard that exploded and was very conspicuous.

"Black Eagle Hall Master, Kuroki!"

Then there are the two slender women in the middle, dressed in blue and purple feathers.

"Blue Eagle Hall Master Blue Heart, Purple Eagle Hall Master Purple Moon!"

On the right, there is a young man wearing a cloak of gold and silver.

"Golden Eagle Hall Master Jin Li, Silver Eagle Hall Master Silver Ghost!"

Just finished chanting the names of the six people, unexpectedly, two figures flashed behind the Turkic Great Array, and they landed in the gap between the six people!

"Hahaha, that's good, even the other hall masters recognized it. And I, the Red Eagle Hall Master, the Red Shirt! As for him, he is the Green Eagle Hall Master Blue Wolf!"

After smoothing in with the green-haired man next to him, the old man in the red shirt shook his hand at the large array below.

"Smack!"

When the blood-colored burden was dispersed, the monks in the large array were all surprised!

What was contained inside was the bloody head of the old monk Yufeng and other monks!

"Huh?!"

Monk Qingyu couldn't help but gasp and almost fell to the ground.

"Hehe, Qingyu, I hope this gift from the old man will satisfy you. Hmph, without looking at your own strength, the idea of beating our Turkic divine incense is really looking for death. Okay, since the hall masters have all arrived, why don't you gather your strength and break the turtle shell below!" As the red-shirted old man spoke, the red-light staff in his hand was immediately aimed at the Turkic Condor in the sky.

At this time, the place where the red-shirted old man was standing was due north above the large array.

"Okay! Brother Redshirt's words are very much to my liking!

White Eagle Hall Master Bai Shan nodded in agreement, and then beckoned, and thousands of Dharma cultivators immediately flew out of the Turkic Great Array.

"Hmmm~Boom~!"

Immediately behind Bai Shan, he flew to the opposite direction due south.

Next, the remaining seven Turkic Hall Masters, Black Wood, Purple Moon, Blue Heart, Jin Li, Silver Ghost, and Blue Wolf, each summoned the Dharma cultivation of the main hall and flew in the seven directions of due east, due west, due south, northeast, southeast, southwest, and southwest.

"Wow~!"

The entire Turkic army of 30,000 Fa Xiu has been divided into eight brigades of thousands of people, and under the leadership of their respective hall masters, they are divided into eight directions in the sky.

With such a formation, it is not easy for the monks inside to take the opportunity to escape when the big formation is broken.

Suddenly, led by the eight hall masters, all the Dharma cultivators behind them raised their staffs in their hands together and chanted the magic formula.

"Wow~!"

Countless rays of substantial brilliance gathered together on the Condor in the sky.

Suddenly, the light and shadow on the Turkic Condor brightened up several times!

"Chatter~!"

An almost excited chirp came from the hawk's beak.

I saw the Divine Eagle spread its wings, and it suddenly pounced on the Nine Sons Heavenly Spirit Array.

"Don't be confused! Stabilize the formation!"

Monk Qingyu's reminder is of little effect.

Although the monks who presided over the formation base were very hard-working, they couldn't stand the divine eagle at this time, as if they had been beaten with chicken blood!

Attack, can only be described as rampage!

Sharp mouth, frantically pecked at the big array.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

It's like a machine gun firing a chick pecking rice.

At this moment, the big array finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh~Whoosh~!"

First, the seven auxiliary formation bases flew out at once, and in the end, even the main formation base couldn't bear it.

"Whoosh~!"

"Poof~"

When the pillar of the main formation was thrown out, Monk Qingyu raised his neck and spurted out a mouthful of essence blood.

The foundation of the formation was all destroyed, and the Nine Sons Heavenly Spirit Array outside was like a void.

"Smack!"

The Condor pecked hard again.

The entire large array was suddenly covered with turtle patterns.

"Wow~!"

It was like broken glass, shattered into countless large and small pieces of light, and then disappeared into mid-air.

The Nine Sons Heavenly Spirit Great Array was broken like this.

Seeing this, the red-shirted old man gestured to a small group of monks behind him.

"Huh~!"

The blue light flashed and disappeared, and it should be that the phantom incense was taken back.

Sure enough, the shadow of the Turkic Condor in mid-air began to gradually dim and slowly disappear into nothingness. It's no wonder that now that the Nine Sons Heavenly Spirit Array has been broken, there is no need to waste spiritual power to drive the Divine Condor.

"Wow! The big array is broken, we are going to finish playing in southern Xinjiang, everyone run away!"

"Yes, run!"

"You can't sit still, run away!" Those low-level cultivators were the first to lose control, and they all sacrificed their magic swords and prepared to run away.

"Don't be confused! there will be no mercy for those who disobey the order!" several of the monks shouted, trying to hold their ground.

However, among the tens of thousands of monks in southern Xinjiang below, a few were willing to listen to them.

"Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh~"

Hundreds of low-ranking monks formed a group as if they had discussed it in advance, and galloped towards the southwest with the precursor sword.

This is the place where the Turkic Blue Wolf Hall Master stands.

"Hey, hey, it's not that easy to escape. After a few laughs, I saw the green light on the green wolf.

"Hiss, hiss~!"

Under the flashing light, the green hair on his head turned into dozens of zhang long, like a blue wave.

The hair was so hard that it shone with a faint green glow.

"Hey!"

"Puff puff!

As the so-called roots penetrate into the flesh, more than 10,000 green hard hairs shoot in a volley, and all of a sudden it gives a big caesarep to the monks who flew in.

Hundreds of monks died in an instant.

"Get out of here!" said that, the green wolf shook his head violently.

"Bang~Bang~!"

The bodies of the monks rolled down quickly, smashing into the chaotic crowd below.

Looking at the corpses of their companions, the monks who wanted to escape were numb in their scalps and were too frightened to move.

It's not a small deterrent.

"Good job, green wolf. Hehe, I didn't expect them to be so useless in the southern Xinjiang monks, since this is the case, let's eliminate them. As he spoke, the old man in the red shirt waved his hand!

The Red Eagle Hall cultivator behind him took the lead in attacking.

Then, there are the remaining seven Dharma practices of the Turks.

Under the leadership of the eight hall masters, they rushed to the camp of the monks in southern Xinjiang in eight directions.

Seeing their menacing momentum, the great monk in the middle of the air in the distance couldn't help but feel a little itchy. A great monk took the initiative to step forward and bowed to the Heavenly Ghost Monk, wanting to ask for battle.

"Uncle Shi, should we go down to help?"

"Smack!"

When the heavenly ghost monk heard this, he gave the great monk a brain breakdown.

"Amitabha, people didn't call us, what are you in a hurry. Don't give me a good step back!" (Maybe this book is about to be put on the shelves, I hope that readers will continue to support the old demon.) But every book has to go through this process, and the author also has to eat. Vertical and horizontal top-up is simple and cheap. Character assures, this book will definitely not disappoint you!)