But he said that the mandala snake was angry, and its body struck the camp like green lightning. Seeing that the two of them were about to bite the edge of the camp, they saw a burst of red light from the twelve big trees around the camp, connecting the roads and turning into a circular wall of light. The mandala snake was like a bird hitting a glass door, and its whole body was thrown against the light wall due to inertia, and slowly slid to the ground. Lin Zhengying said proudly: "The Liuding Liujia Formation, guarded by the power of the Twelve Runes and the Liuding Liujia, although it can't stop the big monster, but it's not something that this small snake can break." And when it is exhausted, I will kill it again and let it make a soul ring with you. Tang San nodded faintly, if he looked closely, he would find that his blue and purple eyes flashed with excitement.

Looking at the snake again, it seemed to be annoyed, raised the tail of the snake with a thick bowl mouth, and slammed it on the wall of light like a meteor catching the moon, but it sounded like thunder, and it seemed to have a thousand powers. Seeing that more than 20 whips were drawn, and the light wall showed not the slightest sign of dimming, the snake turned to another section of the wall and continued to whip. After a long crackling, the mandala snake may be in pain or tired, and finally slowly descended, coiled in a circle, and began to close its eyes and recuperate. Tang San, a disciple of the Tang Sect who had been dealing with snakes all year round, couldn't help frowning, this snake, so patient!

Lin Zhengying didn't have the slightest hint of worry, his right hand swept from his waist, and the first-class light turned thing flew out of the Qiankun bag, and he looked at it fixedly, it was indeed a handful of dust. Good dust, poems as proof: the willow branch is the handle, and the heavenly horsetail is silky. Samadhi is refined, and ingenuity is skillfully weaved. The dust sweeps the demons and avoids, and the body blows the spirit platform. Taoist true magic weapon, Maoshan good magic soldier. "Shall I hit it half dead first, or will we come together?" "Huh, underestimate me!"

I saw a person from the left, stepping on the ghost shadow and approaching seven inches, a person from the right, stepping on the dragon gossip and approaching the snake's head, a ghost shadow is heavy, the charm is like a ghostly ghost, a hat belt fluttering, like a true fairy. The snake suddenly opened its eyes, and a cold light flashed, but it was difficult to catch the two figures, so they had to spit out snake letters and attack indiscriminately. The snake's head scurried, the blue-haired man flickered by, the snake's tail swept away, and the yellow-robed man suddenly straightened up. What a cunning big snake, he suddenly turned the snake's head and threw himself at Lin Zhengying, who had nowhere to borrow strength in the air, his blood basin was wide open, and he couldn't wait to swallow it in one bite. Lin Zhengying did not panic at all, with a long roar in his mouth, his left hand drew twice on the dust, and then his right hand swept the dust away, like a slap that resounded through the sky, scraping the snake's head aside, and the snake's head burned by the evil power attached to the dust was scorched black. Tang San took advantage of its attention to be attracted, took out a dagger, and quietly approached the mandala snake seven inches, stabbing suddenly, there was a sound of gold and iron, and only a white mark appeared on the snake's skin. The big snake was in pain, and it rolled on the ground like an earthworm rolling on the ground, and its body length of more than three meters stirred all around. Lin Zhengying frowned, and took out another thing from the Qiankun bag, what are you going to do: 10,000 years of cultivating the Demon Venerable, once the thunder destroys the soul. Tianwei sent the remnants, and forged the sword body with hundreds of refinements. It was the 10,000-year-old thunder peachwood sword. Lin Zhengying threw the sword at Tang Sanyi, and shouted in his mouth, "Use this!" The mandala snake actually knew the danger, and smashed it towards the peach wood sword in the air. Tang San snorted coldly, his hand was claw-shaped, and he was gently pulled, it was indeed the secret book of "Xuantian Treasure Record" to control the crane and capture the dragon. The peachwood sword in the air was about to be smashed, but suddenly it turned around in the air extremely unscientifically, and fell on Tang San's hand under the stunned gaze of the mandala snake. Lin Zhengying didn't look at it at all after throwing out the sword, but the handprints in his hand kept changing, one after another handprints hit the dust, the dust was golden, and it grew in the wind, but in the blink of an eye, it was born three zhang, and the dust silk was wrapped around the mandala snake like a spiritual snake, and the sound of "snorting" was like a soldering iron touching the flesh, and the snake body rose with bursts of water vapor. The serpent hissed in pain, and rolled like madness, flying sand and rocks. Lin Zhengying shouted: "What are you doing in a daze!