Four Hundred and Twentieth Chapters Battle Array Prestige (Five)

"Ten Heavenly Stems and Twelve Earthly Branches, the heavenly stems are like the trunk of a tree, they are strong and become yang; the branches are like the branches of a tree, weak and become yin..." Yang Zhangliang opened his mouth loudly, with traces of tired starry eyes shining brightly. Hui, a faint smile and self-confidence surfaced on his face again. With the help of his ancestors and the help of three strategies, he really understood the formation in front of him. n∈,

Holding fans in both hands, bowing slightly, Yang Zhangliang turned around, but expressed his gratitude to the demon cultivators for their support, and then said loudly: "Everyone, follow me to break the formation."

A, B, C, Ding... the positions of heavenly stems, 20 comrades in each direction, Zichou Yinmao... the positions of earthly branches, in ten increments, under the coordination and command of Yang Zhangliang, the demon cultivators quickly found the right position, Yang Zhangliang, The feather fan swayed slightly, indicating the attack direction one by one.

The demon cultivators are not in a hurry, they share the same hatred, their morale is available, and their advances and retreats are well-founded.

This time, the formation that had entrapped Yang Zhangliang twice was finally fully understood by him.

Within the formation, blood was rolling on Sun Hao's body, reflecting his entire body to look very fierce. What Sun Hao did not expect was that he had changed the formation twice just now and killed more than fifty monks. However, the blood evil has accumulated on his body, which is really unintentional. After killing more than fifty monks, the blood evil spirit on his body is abnormally strong again, and it is bound to be able to condense his blood evil spirit again. Take a big step forward.

Thinking about it, this was also unexpected. During the cleanup, the Dao of Heaven was restored, and it had its own criteria for judgment. These demon cultivators were killed by Sun Hao's transformation, and their evil spirit accumulated on Sun Hao, but it was also logical.

Not only that, within Qingyun Battleship, it is on the list of military exploits. Anonymous's points ranking rose sharply again. Straight into the top 100. The disciples on duty didn't dare to be careless, so they hurriedly reported it.

This rising momentum, in the battlefield, is the only way to kill Mo Lu Shan so violently.

Sun Hao didn't know at all that the change of his points once again set off a storm in Qingyun Zhanzhou.

At this time, Sun Hao's tiger eyes opened, holding a spirit stone in his hand, and he was about to shoot. But finally sighed lightly, and put away the spirit stone. Yangzhang Liang's attainments in the Dao of Formation are not weak at all. At this time, with the blessing of the secret method, it is as if possessed by an ancestor, and his vision of the Dao of Formation is almost as good as Sun Hao's.

Even if Sun Hao changes the formation now, he can at most harass the demon cultivators for a while, but it can't achieve much effect. In this case, it is better to let him break the formation. Let the two sides of Daomo really fight.

With a movement of consciousness, he sank into his own sea of ​​consciousness. Within the Sea of ​​Consciousness, there seemed to be a mirror reflecting the entire battlefield. On the battlefield, five battle flags shone brightly in the mirror.

Driven by Sun Hao's spiritual consciousness, he pulled the five battle flags and began to wave them.

The battle flag waved, Guan Jingqi, Xiang Dong, Gu Aiping, Nan Feng, and Dai Jun immediately followed the guidance of the battle flag, led their monk team, waved the battle flag, and began to move slowly within the main formation of Qingyunmen .

At this time, the formation was not broken, and the monks of Qingyunmen did not receive the order to act. Strictly speaking, their actions were a bit over the top.

However, when Bowen saw the actions of these five people, he immediately recognized them as the five casual cultivators who helped Sun Hao set up the formation, and immediately saw the five-color battle flags in the hands of the five people. The formation of three talents, the formation moves with the flag, ready to face the battle."

The Qingyunmen monks were a little dazed, but they immediately realized that they formed pairs of three and three, and quickly deployed three talents.

Not to mention, at this time, they found that the monks around them seemed to be familiar with the three-talented formation, and any three monks practicing the three-talented formation looked decent.

Song Xiaoli and Liang Dingjie looked at each other, and then at Bowen. Bowen nodded slightly to them, but did not explain.

In the formation, Sun Hao, who sat with his eyes closed and sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, showed a faint smile on his face. Bowen is also a smart person, so he has saved himself a lot of trouble.

The Qingyunmen monks form a team of three and three, and they take over the three talents.

The three talents joined the formation, and immediately, they felt that there was a mysterious aura pulling on the five battle flags, and under the aura, the monks of Qingyunmen quickly fell into the formation.

This is?

Song Xiaoli and Liang Dingjie were floating in the air, looking at the queue of monks who suddenly burst out with awe-inspiring murderous intent, they looked at each other. Liang Dingjie asked, "Bowen? This is it?"

Bowen smiled slightly: "Brother Liang, don't be in a hurry, wait until the magic cultivator breaks the formation, and you will know after a look."

After speaking, Yang Zhangliang pointed his feather fan in one direction and shouted: "Drink."

The demon cultivators attacked together, and there was a loud bang, like a gust of wind blowing away, blowing away the fog covering the Qingyunmen garrison, revealing the Qingyunmen monks inside.

At this time, there were less than 300 monks from the Qingyun Sect, and although more than 50 monks from the Five Elements Demon Sect had been lost, they still had more than 400 monks, occupying an absolute superiority in numbers.

The formation was broken, and the two old enemies faced each other with swords drawn.

A disciple of the Five Elements Demon Sect, with the power to break the formation, his morale is positive, his momentum is high, and he is eager to try.

The monks of Qingyunmen fought in front of the formation, as deep as an abyss, waiting for the formation.

Lei Peng laughed loudly, and patted Yang Zhangliang on the shoulder: "Zhang Liang, great job, you will be the first to win this battle."

Then, he stretched his big hand forward and pointed in the direction of Qingyunmen: "Fellow daoists, listen to the order, all of them are there, the target, Qingyunmen, don't leave any one behind, kill me."

"Kill, kill, kill", the disciples of the demon cultivators roared in unison, their true energy circulated, and their magic weapons flew in all directions, rushing towards the disciples of the Qingyun sect, trying to use the overwhelming number of people to decide the battle situation in one fell swoop.

They are colorful, varied, and of all kinds, all with their own characteristics, attacking Qingyunmen's garrison and attacking Qingyunmen monks.

Standing beside Lei Peng and Bai Liang, Yang Zhangliang looked towards the direction of Qingyunmen's battle formation, feeling uneasy in his heart, feeling that something was wrong, with a serious look on his face, hesitant to speak.

The monks of the Qingyunmen didn't make any moves, and under the guidance of their breath, they listened intently.

With a movement of Sun Hao's consciousness, Guan Jingqi pointed at the golden battle flag in the air, and a phantom of the battle flag appeared in the air. The phantom battle flag rose in the wind, and the flagpole was like a gun. Horse bow carving, iron wind and long knife; rolling up mountains and rivers, sweeping away the world; white bones wrapping grass, blood flowing oars... sharp gold, sharp gold..."

Behind Guan Jingqi, four flag-holding monks waved their flags, followed closely in the direction of the Ruijin flag, waved forward, followed Guan Jingqi with their mouths in unison and shouted loudly: "Ruijin, Ruijin..."

Driven by Guan Jingqi and the other five, drawn by the aura of the battle flag, the monks in the formation couldn't help but yelled together: "Ruijin, Ruijin..."

Amidst the roar of shouts, Qi Qi mobilized his true essence, and followed the direction of the formation flag, and sent out a blow in a uniform manner.

The cultivator's true energy seemed to gather on the huge shadow of the sharp gold flag, and along the flagpole, it turned into a long spear.

This spear was shining with golden light, ten feet long, thick as a steel pillar, and the tip of the spear was like a shuttle. When it was spinning, the body of the spear seemed to be spinning like a golden dragon, majestic and majestic.

Guan Jingqi yelled violently: "Rui Jin is pointing, invincible, Golden Dragon Reversing Scale Spear, go."

In the air, the golden spear pierced through the air like a bamboo, and sank into the camp of demon cultivators ahead.

Wherever it passed, the demonic cultivator's body protection was like tofu, vulnerable to a single blow, and could not resist half a point. The long spear passed straight through, and the sharp gold flag pointed at it. , was instantly hit by the "Golden Dragon Reversing Scale Spear", like a bunch of grasshoppers, without too much struggle, they fell on the spot one after another.

At this time, Moxiu's attacks from all directions were about to descend on the battle formation.

In Sun Hao's sea of ​​consciousness, the spiritual consciousness is affected.

Sun Hao's breath drew.

In the middle of the battle, Dai Jun's heart moved, the thick soil flag in his hand was raised with the wind, and he shouted violently: "One stone, one tree, one brick and one tile, broken walls and ruins, three talents use the method... thick soil, thick soil... ..."

Over the thick earth flag, a phantom of a large flag immediately appeared. The phantom flickered, emitting bursts of earthy yellow light, like a semi-circular arc, covering the entire battle formation.

The other four battle flags followed suit and moved accordingly. This time, the breath was drawn, and the monks in the formation could not help arousing their own body-protecting qi, and at the same time, they couldn't help but shouted in unison: "Thick soil, Thick soil."

Amidst the loud shouts, the protective qi of the monks in the formation seemed to be drawn up, and the khaki-yellow brilliance flourished.

Immediately, a transparent khaki-yellow pot lid appeared above the heads of the monks of Qingyunmen.

Song Xiaoli and Liang Dingjie glanced at each other, and then looked at the calm blog post, and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: blog post, what a good trick!

Even if you haven't seen it with your own eyes, there are related records in the Zongmen classics. This is a battle formation. In ancient times, human monks used a sharp weapon to conquer all races. The monk battle formation.

I just don't know how Bowen set up the battle formation, and by what means to control the battle formation.

The way of the formation is really broad and profound, and it is unfathomable.

One bang, and then exhausted.

The Demon Cultivator on the other side was aggressive, but the mad attack was fruitless, but on his own side, he confessed to more than 20 comrades in just one round.

Zheng's morale inevitably plummeted.

Yang Zhangliang's eyes flickered, and with a puff, he spewed out a mouthful of blood. He floated up into the air and read loudly and quickly: "Heroes are the stem of demons; ordinary people are the root of demons... Softness can control rigidity." , the weak can control the strong, the ancestors cheer, the three strategies possess the body, hope..."

Lei Peng's eyes flashed brightly, and he wanted to hold Yang Zhangliang, but Bai Liang put one hand on Lei Peng's shoulder and shook his head slowly at him.

Lei Peng was silent, looking at the sky.

At this time, Yang Zhangliang's jade face was flushed, his hair was flushed with anger, his lun scarf was thrown away, his hair was standing on end, he pointed his feather fan forward, and shouted sharply: "What a battle of heaven, earth, man and three talents, fellow Taoists, listen to my orders..."

The demon cultivators below were at a loss when they saw Yang Zhangliang yelling in the air, and they all responded loudly: "Drink..." (to be continued...)<