Chapter 660 Kill Forty Ghosts with One Sword

"A mere rural cultivator dares to be so arrogant. I will teach you some truth today!"

With a loud shout, the red-robed old cultivator of the Jindan Mahayana Yiqi Sect jumped up. For some reason, he, who had been quietly cultivating his energy on weekdays, was offended by the words of old monster Wanluo. He wanted to keep his identity, so he just The large formation crushed the overestimating Nanzhan Yexiu, but at this moment he couldn't help but take action himself. His palm force was as powerful as the tide, and he sealed it towards the old monster Wanluo.

"Fists are truth, let's see who can convince whom today!"

Old Monster Wanluo was not even polite to him. He waved his sleeves rapidly, like two angry dragons, rolling towards the void.

For a moment, in this seventh formation, spiritual power was like a sea, and strong winds were blowing. Two golden elixirs suddenly started fighting in this formation. One was the arrogant golden elixir from the first-class sect in the northern region of China. Mahayana, one is an arrogant and unruly peerless old monster in the Nanzhan Barbarian Land, one has amazing and mysterious spells, and the other has unruly and unstoppable moves, with unparalleled fury. With just a cup of tea, he rolled and fought nearly a hundred moves.

The old monster Wanluo, who seemed to be at the end of his strength, actually went crazy like a teenager at this moment, and became more and more courageous as he fought.

The old cultivator in red robe became more and more frightened as he fought. He felt that the opponent's technique was not very strange, but he happened to use it in the opponent's hands. It was always unpredictable and hard to resist. After hundreds of moves, he Suddenly he realized that the pressure on him had doubled, and he was already at a disadvantage. The two big sleeves were like two giant pythons, one moment fierce and the other soft as silk, they actually suppressed him.

"With your status as Master, why should you fight with that old guy and activate the formation quickly?"

However, the old monster in red robe had several disciples who were astute. When they saw their master in the air, they were forced back more than thirty feet by the old man looking south. They knew something was wrong, but the master couldn't help but feel embarrassed , couldn't help himself to activate the formation, so he took the initiative and started the formation first. The void shook for a moment, and a dark red palm suddenly came out of the void.

"Bang..."

The old monster Wan Luo, who was concentrating on attacking the old cultivator in red robe, was frightened and hurriedly dodged to avoid it. However, the old cultivator in red robe took the opportunity to increase his mana and struck like a thunder, but the old monster Wan Luo was pushed back by more than ten feet. , the chest and abdomen trembled, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He immediately suppressed the Qi and blood, and the spiritual power circulated. The invisible evil energy on the body soared, and the beard and hair were fluttering, and the momentum became stronger.

At the same time, as the dark red giant palm stretched out, a head with flying black hair emerged from the void. It was wearing strange black clothes, covered with runes, and its entire body was dark red and translucent. Like a ghost, fire flashes in the eye sockets, and the spiritual power is amazing.

Boom!

The void continued to tremble. After this dark red ghost appeared, nearly a hundred more ghosts suddenly came out. Each body was translucent and looked like a spirit body, but the aura on the body was like a demon. It was strange and inexplicable. , the red-robed old cultivator was suspended behind the spirits, his eyes flickering, mixed with endless hatred: "Old man, if Feng is here today, you can't even think of getting through this formation alive!"

"Forbidden evil slave?"

Old Monster Wanluo saw through the origin of these giant monsters at a glance, and his heart sank slightly. He seemed to have never thought that the Chinese monks also knew such evil methods. This is a method of using evil power. It can be made into a puppet with terrifying power. When looking south, there were ghost slaves from the Yin Dynasty who appeared and ruined the lives of ten golden elixirs in the Huangfu family. The golden elixirs would be stained if they touched them. It was extremely difficult to deal with. But I didn't expect to see it in China now. Looking at it now Qi Ji, this kind of ghost is worse than the one in Qingqiu Tomb, but it is obviously a very difficult thing to deal with.

"You are already weak, but I want to see what you can do to break into my Yin Spirit Formation!"

A murderous intent flashed across the eyebrows of the red-robed old man, and with a wave of the formation flag, nearly a hundred demon spirits roared violently, charging towards the old monster Wanluo.

Facing these cultivators, Old Monster Wanluo took a deep breath, but there was no fear on his face. Instead, he sneered coldly and said in a cold voice: "No matter what means you have, I will tell you today. The truth must be explained clearly!" As he spoke, he summoned up the strength of his cultivation and swung two big sleeves into the air, one up and one down, the yin and yang reversed, and the heaven and earth were overthrown.

"Yin Yang Great Millstone!"

Boom!

It seemed that the entire Fengchan Mountain trembled, and in the mountain, the smoke clouds located in the seventh formation were trembling. A loud whistle sounded, but the smoke clouds below were seen rising up, while the smoke clouds above were flowing down, as if they were touching each other. Falling down, looking at the smoke and cloud, a strange feeling of heaven and earth hanging upside down emerged in everyone's mind, as if there was a big grinding wheel, wiping away the order.

"Old senior...can he get through?"

At the foot of Fengchan Mountain, Li Hongyi squeezed her palms tightly and turned to look at the void in the south: "Why hasn't he come yet?"

But at this time, in the seventh formation, only ghosts were seen flying around, and there was chaos.

The old monster Wan Luo disrupted the order of the formation with his Yin and Yang Grinding Style. For a time, Yin and Yang lost their stability and became chaotic. The Yin Forbidden Demon Slaves in the sky, who originally relied only on the two breaths of Yin and Yang to kill everyone, lost their ability at this time. Direction, flying all over the sky, and under the majestic force caused by this yin and yang millstone, even the red-robed old cultivator and the disciples under him were unsteady and staggered.

At this time, the old monster Wanluo directly retracted his sleeves, but took an ancient sword in his hand. Amidst the whistling sound, he carried the huge force of the formation and rushed towards the red-robed old monster. Wherever he passed, From time to time, the Yin Forbidden Demon Slave who smelled his vitality at close range rushed over with a roar, but the old monster Wanluo moved his sword like a tide and slashed out with only the huge force of his body, tearing the void forcefully and killing the Demon Slave together. kill.

This kind of ghost is extremely powerful. If he uses his spiritual power, he is afraid that the evil spirit from the ghost will invade his body along with his spiritual power. Therefore, he can only kill it with his physical body. However, in this way, the consumption of physical power is extremely terrible. Slashing out a sword has already made it difficult for the physical body to bear the harsh punishment. What's more, when rushing forward along the way, at least dozens of ghosts smelled the breath and rushed closer?

"Chi", "Chi", "Chi", "Chi", "Chi"...

Rushing all the way, the old monster Wanluo gritted his teeth and shouted coldly, his beard flew away in anger, and an ancient sword in his palm slashed horizontally and vertically, tearing the void apart.

"He's clearly an old man with nearly exhausted energy and blood. Why is he so terrifying?"

The disciples of the old cultivators in red robes who were guarding the formation were so shocked that they could not even speak. They huddled in the corners of the formation and did not dare to get close. To them, the old monster Wanluo who was rushing towards them was like this. They are simply old lunatics who kill gods and ghosts at the sight of them. They practice the method of refining ghost objects with the red-robed old cultivator, and are well aware of the horror of this object. Have they ever seen such a killing method that is like chopping melons and vegetables?

No matter how tyrannical the master is physically, he can't do it!

What's more, this is an old man who has lived for more than a thousand years and has exhausted his energy and blood?

To put it simply, it is like a centenarian old man in the mortal world, jumping into a pack of tigers and wolves, tearing the tigers and leopards alive, showing his ferocity!

"Lie down!"

The old monster Wanluo crossed the void, slashing with the ancient sword in his palm. The void was torn apart with each sword strike. All the forbidden evil slaves were killed by the sword, and turned into a black evil spirit that dispersed in the sky and the earth. The path it passed, It was like a demon god, charging all the way, black lightning lingering all over his body, killing no less than forty ghost slaves, and then he rushed in front of the red-robed old cultivator and stepped down in the air.

"How dare you bully me?"

The red-robed old cultivator looked frightened and angry. He had been completely frightened by the old monster Wanluo. But after all, he was also a golden elixir Mahayana monk. As soon as he stepped on it, he raised his fists hard and struck forward.

Boom!

The old monster Wanluo was so powerful that he stepped down, directly shattering his defense and knocking him down in the formation.

The ancient sword faintly pointed at his eyebrows, and the old monster Wanluo shouted: "Do you understand this?"

"I……"

In the eyes of the old cultivator in red robes, the old monster Wanluo looked like a demon with his hair and beard spread out. He was so frightened that he could not answer.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Old Monster Wanluo laughed loudly and struck down with his sword.

With a "chi" sound, the red-robed old cultivator turned pale with fright, closed his eyes and waited for death.

However, after a while, he opened his eyes in fear, only to find that the sword did not hit him, but struck the seventh formation flag that fell next to his head. Once the formation flag was damaged, the big The formation had been broken, and when he turned around to look, he saw that the old cultivator was holding his sword, hunched over, and slowly walked towards the outside of the formation. As he walked, he coughed repeatedly, splattering blood.

"This old man actually made it to the eighth level on his own?"

At this time, at the foot of Fengchan Mountain, the Taoist masters of the Northern Third Path and even a few people watching the battle, including the monks guarding the array in the previous formations, were all shocked. They looked at the tall figure on the mountain road, swaying towards the eighth place. He rushed towards the formation and looked south at Old Monster Wan Luo, a golden elixir cultivator. Although he had already seen that his cultivation level was already half-step to Nascent Soul, no one expected that he could actually reach this step.

I saw him staggering out of the formation. He was seriously injured, but he had no intention of retreating and walked straight to the eighth formation!

"Brother Nanzhan also has talents. For thousands of years, there are always a few outstanding people in a state!"

"That's it for now. For the next three formations, I, the Son of God of the Third Path of the North, will personally lead all the true disciples to guard the pass. There's no way he can get by!"

Among the three northern Taoist masters, the Yinling Taoist Taoist and the Talisman Taoist Taoist suddenly spoke lightly and exchanged words.

"Old man, retreat, you can't break into the eighth formation!"

In the eighth formation, a young voice sounded. The voice was light, but it contained a condescending scolding.

"Yeah?"

Old Monster Wanluo chuckled: "The juniors today are so loud!"

He kept walking and continued to move forward.

"If you dare to break into the eighth formation with this broken body, I will kill you!"

The voice in the eighth array was neither happy nor sad, cold and ruthless, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.

"Boy, don't you know how to respect your elders?"

Old Monster Wanluo shouted loudly, truly angry, and with a fierce shout, he rushed towards the eighth formation.