These twelve Heavenly Hades King Flags are made by the Hell Underworld Iron and more than 100,000 Yin Souls, and they are painted with the twelve Heavenly Demon Gods that have existed since the beginning of heaven and earth. As soon as the gods came out, the immortals and demons died, although the ghosts on the twelve flags had already dispersed, and the power was far less than that of the peak period.

But even so, with the bottle of anti-heaven 10,000-year-old spiritual milk in Chen Zhi's hand, which continuously replenished his spiritual power, it still stimulated its power.

At this time, the array was all shrouded in a yellow cloud, and the cold water was drumming and crashing. Ten thousand waves, like a landslide. It was overwhelming, but no matter how fierce the attack, as soon as it approached the red-clothed lama for three miles, it was blocked by a thin layer of colorful auroras, and then the smoke disappeared, the cold ice turned into water, the cold water fell into the ocean, the wind was calm, and the waves were calm.

But the scenery in the air immediately changed, and there were ninety-nine eighty-one thunderballs, which rotated and collided with each other, and then the thunderbolt sounded continuously, and suddenly rolled up a burst of blue and black wind, wrapped in the sword light in the sky and the thunder and lightning in the air, the thunderbolt roared, and the sky roared angrily, as if the universe collapsed, and they all pressed towards the red-clothed lama.

Seeing this, the red-clothed lama chanted a Buddha horn angrily, the monk's hat on his head broke free and flew out, the gate of the spiritual platform above his head was wide open, and he opened his mouth and spit out a fist-sized relic.

With the blooming of the white lotus, the Buddha light in the white lotus was swirling, and the Sanskrit chanting continued, and then suddenly changed, and the eight-petal lotus leaf suddenly surged with a faint blood light, and then turned into a red lotus.

"Go," Chen Zhi shouted in the void without hesitation. A semicircular sheet of black and red light shot out from a void. As soon as it shoots out, it is huge to a width of several zhang.

The sound of breaking the air sounded, and the light piece brought out a long tail, and it came to the place where the red lotus aura shrouded in an instant.

Then countless identical pieces of light and sword shadows shot out from all directions, and countless pieces of light turned into a large net, enveloping the red-clothed lama in it.

The light flashed wildly. Countless rays of spiritual light slashed at the lotus shadow from all directions, and at first it easily slashed deeper, and the white light and black light flashed intertwined, instantly submerging the figure of the red-clothed lama. But after the blue light flashed in Chen Zhi's eyes, he could still see it clearly, only to see countless attacks, whether tangible or invisible, just after penetrating into the Lotus Shadow a few feet away, he was trapped in it after his speed was greatly reduced, unable to move a bit.

At this moment, a loud "boom" sounded, and the green light rolled in the place where the red-clothed lama stood, and a soft milky light suddenly appeared, and pieces of bright red lotus petal shadows bloomed on his body, and as a result, the sword shadow light blade shook, Chen Zhi instantly only felt a flower in front of him, as if he was lightly swept away by his countless attacks by those lotus petals, obviously its movements were slow and fast, but it could not be avoided, and under the sweep, it was as if it was hit by a huge force at the same time.

This seemingly illusory lotus flower is actually stronger than gold and iron, and it is three points harder than the usual magic weapon! The other party was actually able to rely on the secret technique of the ancient Buddhist sect to resist the power of the formation of the twelve heavenly gods.

The way of the formation, borrowing the power of the sky, doing what has been done, is equivalent to magnifying one's own ability several times and dozens of times, but even so, there is still nothing to be done to the other party.

At this moment, Chen Zhi finally understood that the gap between the Yuanying Cultivator and the Transformation Cultivator was almost separated by a huge gap, and it was by no means like when he was refining Qi and forming Dan before, even if he had a heavenly and earthly treasure like the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk and occupied a favorable location, he could not easily fill such a gap.

Even if it is the same exercise, when a cultivator in the Transformation Stage casts it, the degree of power can be far from being comparable to that of a Yuan Infant Stage cultivator, and as far as Chen Zhi knows, as long as some powerful Five Elements Spells are cast, even people with a higher level than the caster will not dare to block their edge.

However, these spells are not only difficult to cultivate, but they are also very cumbersome and troublesome to perform. So generally speaking, if there is such time, most people will directly choose to attack with magic weapons.

However, after cultivating to the realm of the Transformation Stage, some things have broken through this limitation, and they can even cast powerful spells at an extremely fast speed.

And the cultivation of the red-clothed lama in the god transformation period is combined with the use of some magic weapons to perform this set of ancient Buddhist secret techniques, which is even more powerful, and this is also the key to the monk of the god transformation period in addition to the "realm" spell, the key to winning the monk of the Yuan infant stage.

Ever since Yuan Ying was condensed, Chen Zhi had been very self-aware and began to study several of the most superficial high-level spells. Fortunately, in addition to the set of teleportation light array, he also comprehended three or four incomplete exercises, and then simulated that set of teleportation light array and engraved it on his body, but the lines of these light arrays were very rough and imperfect, and the speed of their performance was also miserable. I believe that if he really used these spells in the fighting method, unless there was a turtle shell that the enemy could not break, he would have been destroyed by the monks of the same rank seven or eight times before he had cast a small half of the spell.

However, Chen Zhi also came up with a way, that is, to draw these imperfect formations on some special materials, and make them into some special high-level talismans, just like casting those low-level talismans, throwing out twenty or thirty high-level attack talismans in one go, as long as the spirit jade is enough, although it is different from the real spell, it is better to have no mana constraints, and you can have no scruples.

Chen Zhi had already come up with a feasible way, but Chen Zhi's slightly hesitant look fell in the eyes of the red-clothed lama, but it would be wrong, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and a trace of cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then his body suddenly shook, and a wave of abnormal aura fluctuations emanated from the three-headed and six-armed gold behind him, and he went berserk.

Chen Zhigang was awakened by this spiritual power fluctuation, and the golden body burst open in a deafening dragon groan.

The golden light was dazzling, and the astonishing aura rushed in all directions, as if a huge wave was rolling away in all directions.

At this moment, the surrounding void that surged out of it was blurred, and a rumbling buzz erupted, as if the space was about to burst and open in half, and the countless light silk sword array attacks in the large array were swept away by the aftermath of the explosion, and a gust of hot wind swept by, sweeping away the surrounding mist light silk sword shadows and so on.

Right away. A silver light flashed in front of Chen Zhi, the red-clothed lama's clothes were torn, and a phantom with a pale face actually appeared in front of him, and at the same time, a hand slapped at him, and it seemed effortless. But it gives people the feeling that this palm has been magnified countless times, as if Chen Zhi's entire body is covered under it.

At the same time, Chen Zhi only felt that as soon as his body tightened, he was pushed forward by an irresistible huge force, and he was also forced to be sent under the palm of his hand.

His face turned pale instantly, but a fierce color immediately appeared in his eyes, and suddenly he opened his mouth, and a mouthful of several inches of essence blood spurted out, and in just a flash, it turned into a blood arrow and shot at the palm of the red-clothed lama.

Seeing this, instead of withdrawing his palm, the red-clothed lama flashed with contempt.

With a crisp sound of "dang", the blood-colored light flickered and was reduced to a drop of blood beads.

The other party didn't even shake his fingers, and he didn't look damaged at all.

The red-clothed lama's eyes flashed with a hideous color, the light was put down, and the entire palm suddenly turned into pure silver, and then the palm of the hand probed like lightning and hit Chen Zhi's chest at once.

The red-clothed lama has obviously practiced some alchemy, and his body is strong, and he didn't know how many strong enemies he had killed with his own pair of fleshy palms.

But now that the red-clothed lama used his strength, he thought that he could pierce and destroy Chen Zhi's flesh as before.

But Chen Zhi's face appeared under a golden glow, and he shouted loudly, and the golden light on his body was ten thousand, and pieces of scales like pure gold appeared on the surface of his skin, and at the same time, the white light on his back trembled, and his figure blurred.

At the place where the red-clothed lama and Chen Zhi came into contact, a shriek of metal friction plates came out, and after a few flashes of spiritual light, they were unharmed.

The tenacity of Chen Zhi's body obviously stunned the red-clothed lama, and he obviously didn't expect it, before he could recover from his surprise.

As soon as a light array appeared behind Chen Zhi, a fresh breeze blew, and the whole person disappeared.

The red-clothed lama roared angrily, and the raised palm clenched into a fist, striking at the void thirty feet away.

With a loud bang, an invisible force burst out, and then an invisible wave of qi scattered in all directions, and the buzzing sound was loud.

A figure stumbled and was struck out of the void.

It was Chen Zhi with a shocked look on his face.

The red-clothed lama actually broke his teleportation technique with a raised hand and foot, and he really deserved to be a god-transforming monk, with great magical powers, and he instantly saw through Chen Zhi's teleportation technique!

But Chen Zhi's complexion changed greatly, and he shot backwards without the slightest stop, and at the same time, with a shake of one sleeve robe, more than a dozen cyan talisman seals flew out and spread all over the sky.

It was he who devoted himself to the study and painstakingly painted those sigils made of a large number of rare materials.

When the red-clothed lama saw this scene, a trace of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, and his figure was blurred for a while, so he wanted to take advantage of Chen Zhi's temporary loss of control of the formation and kill him in one fell swoop!

But at this time, Chen Zhi suddenly had a strange expression on his face. One hand suddenly pinched the trick. One spinned, bit the tip of his tongue, spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, pinched the Dutian Demon Divine Technique, and raised it outward.

With a few loud bangs, twelve rays of light burst out, shooting out twelve black lines, but most of them disappeared again in a flash.

However, the remaining five black lines still shot into the flag gate, boom! The shadows of the five Heavenly Demon Gods jumped out of the flag gate, and the electricity seemed to rush towards the red-clothed lama, with a fierce and abnormal appearance.