Chapter 1925 Xuanwu Magic Disk

This white-browed old man with white beard and hair was wearing a zodiac robe and was holding a golden whisk.

His body is tall, his face is majestic, and he exudes a majestic aura.

In front of him, the blood-robed patriarch looked even more hideous, with a sinister and tyrannical aura.

There is no doubt that this yellow-robed Taoist is Huang Long!

"Master, the disciple came late to rescue me, please forgive me, Master!"

Taoist Huanglong landed next to Ji Tianxing, looked at his injury with concern, and quickly saluted and apologized.

Ji Tianxing had already practiced his skills and adjusted his breath, and adjusted the mana of the riot smoothly.

He turned his head to look at Huanglong Taoist, with a gratified smile on his face, nodded and said: "I didn't expect that you came quite quickly."

It has only been half an hour since he sent the jade slip of communication.

Taoist Huanglong actually traveled over 30,000 li in such a short period of time and arrived at the Xihe faction in time.

This is simply amazing speed!

Taoist Huanglong was praised, but he was not happy at all. He said with a little shame: "I have let Master down. This disciple came here with his sword when he received the summons, and he was almost too late..."

"It's not too late." Ji Tianxing shook his head with a smile, and commented: "It seems that your cultivation of the Heart Sutra of Yujian is really perfect.

Yujian Poxu, Hidden Sword Void, and Shenyu Sixteen Swords are not a problem. "

"Exactly." Huanglong Taoist nodded, looked at the blood-robed patriarch with cold eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Master, please sweep the formation for the disciple, and the disciple will deal with this devil!"

Taoist Huanglong saw that Ji Tianxing was injured, and made it clear that he wanted to take the opportunity to heal his injury.

However, in order to take care of his master's face, he would not say it outright, so he changed the term.

Ji Tianxing nodded with a smile, and said: "This demon is the blood-robed patriarch of the last of the four sages of the demon clan. Be careful of the Blood River Hammer in his hand."

Taoist Huanglong clasped his hands to express his understanding, and flew towards the blood-robed patriarch with his whisk in his hands.

"Old Patriarch Blood Robe, you damn old bastard, you actually came to Tianzhu Mountain to make trouble again!

You were lucky that my sword didn't cut off your claws last time, but you will not be so lucky tonight! "

Taoist Huanglong, with white hair flying around, shouted in a low voice.

Hearing what he said, Ji Tianxing finally understood that the powerful demons who attacked Tianzhu Mountain half a year ago were led by the blood-robed patriarch!

Of course, the blood-robed patriarch knew Taoist Huang Long, staring at him sternly, and said with a sneer, "Old Daoist Huang Long, the old man always remembered the sword revenge for you!

It was at Tianzhu Mountain back then, you had the right location and harmony, so the old man was hit by the sword.

But tonight, you don't want to hurt the old man again.

And here is your burial place! "

Taoist Huanglong stroked his beard and sneered disdainfully: "Just because of you, a low-level devil? How dare you yell at me?

This seat is looking for revenge on you, since you have come to your door, then this seat will fulfill you! "

When the words fell, Taoist Huanglong pinched the formula with his left hand, and shook the golden dust whisk with his right hand, and it scattered golden light all over the sky.

"Streaming Phantom!"

The dark golden whisk was made up of thousands of golden threads, and when it spread out, it burst out with golden light, like fireworks blooming.

Thousands of golden threads of light spread out, quickly condensing into hundreds of sword lights, piercing towards the blood-robed patriarch like a rain of arrows.

"Just in time!"

Instead of retreating, the blood-robed patriarch advanced, grinning maniacally, swung a pair of white bone war hammers, and slammed into the sword light all over the sky.

"Blood dragon fills the sky!"

From the two white bone war hammers, two dazzling blood lights burst out, condensing into two thousand-foot-long blood dragons, and rushed towards Taoist Huanglong head-on.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Hundreds of golden sword lights collided with the two blood dragons, making a series of loud noises, which reverberated violently in the night sky.

The sword light shattered one after another, and the two blood dragons also collapsed on the spot, turning into blood light and scattered in the night sky.

The first move of the two sides' confrontation was that they were evenly matched, and neither of them could take advantage.

But Taoist Huanglong already had a backhand, and he waved his whisk again to create a mysterious seal.

There was no dazzling golden light, and no sword light appeared.

However, the night sky with a radius of hundreds of miles seemed to be frozen, completely still.

In the next moment, more than a dozen rays of light suddenly lit up in the pitch-black high sky, falling down like meteors.

The sixteen golden rays of light came extremely fast, landing on the top of the blood-robed patriarch's head in the blink of an eye.

Only then did he see clearly that it was a giant sword of golden light that was sixteen thousand feet high.

Each giant sword is majestic in shape, exuding a domineering and unparalleled aura, as if representing the righteousness of heaven and earth, and the brilliance of the sun and the moon.

The sixteen giant swords blasted at the same time, as if the heavens and the earth were punishing, and the gods were inflicting anger.

The blood-robed patriarch suddenly changed his face, and whispered solemnly: "Damn old Taoist priest, it's this trick of hiding sword Void again!"

At a critical moment, he hastily exercised his kung fu to move a carapace on his chest, which glowed with a dazzling purple light.

It was a black-purple turtle shell covered with ancient patterns and strange magic patterns.

This is the blood-robed ancestor's body-protecting magic weapon, and it is also a holy weapon.

It is said that in the ancient times, there was a basalt tortoise who fought against the ancient demon gods in order to protect a clan of Li people.

In the end, several ancient demon gods teamed up to slaughter the Xuanwu tortoise, smashing it into pieces, and massacring millions of Limin people.

Only this shattered carapace remained, but it was also infected by endless devil energy, and it was cultivated in the blood of the people for a hundred years, turning into an evil monster.

Thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the demon race obtained this carapace, gathered the power of the three great demon saints, refined it into a magic weapon, and named it Xuanwu magic disk.

After being passed down several times, this basalt magic disk was obtained by the blood-robed patriarch, and it became one of his most precious magic weapons.

"The mysterious turtle returns to heaven, the nine secrets of gods and demons! Slaughtering the common people, the sea of ​​blood is endless!"

The blood-robed patriarch roared like a bell, urging the basalt magic disk with all his strength, turning it into a black and purple wall, blocking his head.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Sixteen golden light giant swords blasted down, and twelve of them hit the Xuanwu magic disk, making a loud noise.

But Taoist Huanglong swung his fly whisk, manipulated four golden light giant swords, changed the attack route, and hit the blood-robed patriarch from the side.

"Bang bang!"

Only a few muffled bangs were heard, and the blood-robed patriarch was sent flying by the giant sword, splashing a large amount of demonic blood all over his body.

"Damn old man! You are dead!"

The blood-robed patriarch cursed angrily, and while manipulating the basalt magic disk to protect himself, he swung the bone hammer and threw it at Taoist Huanglong.

Taoist Huanglong stood murderously in the night sky, constantly waving his fly whisk, uttering formulas, and controlling the sixteen huge swords with his spiritual thoughts.

Under his control, the sixteen great swords disappeared like ghosts, sometimes disappeared, and sometimes appeared from behind the blood-robed ancestor, silently launching an assassination.

"Shhhhhhh!"

The sword light continued to bloom, and the dazzling golden light illuminated the night sky for hundreds of miles, making the ruins look like daytime.

Relying on his mastery of controlling the sixteen swords, Taoist Huanglong fought against the blood-robed patriarch, appearing extraordinarily composed.