Chapter 661 Fang Xing Is Here

Old Monster Wanluo also knew in his heart that with this broken body, the probability of successfully breaking through the eighth formation was too low.

In fact, being able to break through the sixth and seventh formations also had a lot of luck. If he hadn't studied the characteristics of evil spirits for his old friend Hu Qin and the reason why that little bastard was trapped by evil spirits. , his knowledge in this way is far beyond that of ordinary monks. In the seventh formation, he would not be able to find the weakness of the forbidden slaves so accurately, and kill forty ghosts with a sword to break through this formation.

But he can lose, but he can't stand the scolding and contempt of a young man. This is an insult.

"Who do you think you are, talking about respect in front of me?"

In the eighth formation, a young man with a statue-like face was sitting cross-legged. He was around 20 years old, but his expression was as if he was carved out of ice in the underworld. At this time, he heard the words of old monster Wanluo, and there was a look on his face. A cold and cruel look suddenly appeared on his face, and he raised a finger and pointed at the old monster Wanluo outside the formation. There was a hint of anger in his voice, and he spoke lightly, his tongue bursting with spring thunder: "Get out!"

Boom!

Within the formation, a thunder snake swam around, turned into a python whip, and whipped towards the outside of the formation.

"Snapped!"

Old Monster Wanluo was insulted, and his eyes were furious. Although he was seriously injured, his evil aura rose sharply. He stretched out a palm, and the spiritual power in his palm was like a tide. He held the whip in his hand, and the python The whip roared with great force and burned his palms black, but he was firmly grasped in his hand and shouted towards the formation: "Junior, you can kill me in the formation, how can you stop me from entering?" Formation?"

"I once made a bet with someone that even if Nascent Soul comes, I won't be able to pass the first seven formations..."

The young man in the circle said coldly: "...not to mention you?"

"Whoosh"

Another python whip took shape and whipped straight towards Old Monster Wanluo.

"rude!"

Old Monster Wanluo reached out again and held another thunder python, furious.

"When those old friends sent me out of seclusion, I promised them that they would at least enter the eighth formation!"

Old Monster Wanluo took a deep breath before tearing off the two lightning python whips and rushing forward.

However, with a "whoosh" sound, another python whip transformed and struck him from behind.

Old Monster Wanluo groaned, and his stooped figure fell down again, almost falling down.

In the seventh formation, with a body that was almost exhausted of energy and blood, he swung his heavy sword and chopped forty ghosts. This was really beyond the limit of his body at his age. Not to mention that the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry, it was almost there. Just now. Holding the two python whips almost exhausted his remaining spiritual energy. In addition, he was gradually seriously injured, and even his mind was about to lose focus. He could not stop the sudden third whip.

"Nanzhan Yexiu, are you worthy enough to say what you promise or not in front of me?"

In the eighth formation, the voice sounded faintly again, and another whip was shot down out of thin air.

"puff……"

Old Monster Wanluo spurted a stream of blood from his mouth and nose, his palms trembled with endless hatred.

But he remained silent for a long time, then stood up again and stepped forward.

"laugh……"

Another whip came down, hitting him directly on the chest, causing him to stagger back a few steps.

"I want to join the battle, what are you going to do to stop me?"

Old Monster Wanluo stepped forward again, his steps empty.

"call out……"

Another whip came over, causing him to stagger and almost fall.

"If I don't let you join the formation, you won't be able to join the formation!"

Therefore, he did not enter the battle at that time, but all these scenes were seen by the monks at the foot of Fengchan Mountain. For a moment, the cold wind was silent, and no one spoke. The expressions on everyone's face were extremely complicated, with anger. , there is also compassion and even more indifference.

"Master Cangwu, this divine son of your Fuqi Dao has practiced thunder skills, and his temper is getting more and more irritable!"

After a while, even the Taoist master of Yinling Tao, the old woman, couldn't help but said to the young-looking Taoist master.

"This son is destined to use thunderous means to kill demons and survive great catastrophes in the future. It doesn't matter if he concentrates on his magic!"

The Taoist Master of Fuqi Dao said calmly, seemingly unconcerned.

The Taoist Master of Chunyang Dao sighed lowly when he heard this. Knowing that the Taoist Master of Fu Dao was protecting his shortcomings, he stopped speaking.

"Senior Wanluo, come down the mountain, we won't rush into the formation..."

A wailing sound sounded, and a Nanzhan monk cried out in pain, knelt on the ground and shouted.

The whips struck Old Monster Wanluo one after another, but they also seemed to strike their souls, almost to the point of despair.

However, the old monster Wanluo on the mountain didn't seem to hear it. He supported his body and continued to move forward without any intention of retreating.

"You are seeking death yourself, don't blame me!"

The Son of the God of Talisman in the eighth formation seemed to be annoyed, and shouted coldly. In the void outside the formation, a terrifying electric python as thick as a human waist condensed, and arcs of lightning overflowed, as bright as a thunder dragon. , stretched across the air, suspended above the head of old monster Wanluo. Even the cultivators at the foot of the mountain could sense that inviolable aura, and a kind of panic involuntarily arose in their hearts.

"Hey, are today's juniors really so unethical?"

Old Monster Wanluo did not retreat, raised his head slightly, and looked at the thunder whip in the air.

There seemed to be a hint of despair coming out, and a bit of unwillingness.

I could have entered the eighth formation...

With a "click" sound, the thunder whip was raised high, and then struck downward.

The power of a whip seemed to break the stone path of Fengchan Mountain into two halves.

The thin old monster Wanluo looked so vulnerable at this moment.

"enough……"

At this moment, an angry shout rang out, but there was a red shadow. Suddenly, at the foot of Zifeng Zen Mountain, the figure moved and appeared not far from the old monster Wanluo, and then his sleeves flickered. With a wave, two long silk ribbons rolled over like spiritual snakes, wrapping up the skinny figure of old monster Wanluo, and then pulled hard, pulling him out from under the whistling thunder whip.

Boom!

The thunder whip hit the ground, the earth was scorched, gravel was flying, and terrifying thunder and lightning danced everywhere, as if it had turned into a sea of ​​thunder.

The red shadow that took away the old monster Wan Luo turned its back, stepped on the void, and fled at high speed.

It was Li Hongyi. This woman suddenly violated the rules and came to save people at this time.

"Girl...why did you ruin my last thoughts?"

Old man Wan Luo opened his weak eyes and saw Li Hongyi, his face turned bitter and he sighed softly.

"Old senior, Junior Sister Ye Guyin has already gone to invite Junior Brother Fang. Do you really not want to see him?"

Li Hongyi held back her tears, whispered, hugged Old Monster Wanluo, and floated down to the foot of Fengchan Mountain.

"That little bastard...is coming?"

Old Monster Wanluo was slightly startled, his eyes seemed a little shocked.

"You are also my Yinling Dao disciple, why are you so unruly?"

At the foot of Fengchan Mountain, the old woman from Yinling Dao saw this scene. She raised her eyebrows and shouted harshly. With a flick of her finger, a dense black light flew into the air. It seemed inconspicuous, but it was extremely terrifying. Li Hongyi's face in the air He changed drastically, turned around quickly, and then took the blow on his back. His face suddenly changed, and his whole body was immediately unable to defend himself, and he plummeted towards the ground like a paper kite.

"puff……"

Li Hongyi fell to the ground, a trace of blood gushing out from the corner of her mouth. Old Monster Wanluo fell out of her arms, but was caught by Hou Guimen.

"Tao Master, please spare my life... Disciple, I can't help but accept it..."

Li Hongyi wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, as if begging for mercy, but she smiled provocatively.

"Oh, he wants to break into the battle and live or die by his fate, why do you need to cause trouble?"

The Taoist Master of the Yinling Dao asked sternly: "Do you really think that Uncle Ming Master loves you so much that I don't dare to punish you with the sect's rules?"

Li Hongyi smiled miserably and whispered: "The Taoist master wrongly blamed me, I am not saving him, I am saving our Yinling Tao!"

The Taoist Master of Yinling Dao looked slightly startled, sneered and said, "Oh? What do you mean by this? Come and listen!"

Li Hongyi sneered, and there was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes. His voice was soft, but it contained a harsh meaning: "This old senior has a heavenly cultivation level. Needless to say, he is even more terrifying. He has an incredible disciple... As a disciple of the Third Path of the North, I am really worried that his disciple will attack me hard, and I won't be able to escape when our three paths are in trouble..."

"nonsense!"

The master of Yinling Dao raised his eyes, his face filled with anger, and he was about to scold him, but suddenly he felt something and turned around to look.

"coming?"

Li Hongyi was also startled, then overjoyed, and looked in the same direction.

There, there was a golden cloud, rushing towards Fengchan Mountain with murderous intent.

"You bastards, whoever dares to bully my master, I will make you pay with your life..."

That golden cloud was actually a fat golden crow, its wings spread out to a radius of ten feet, and the wind blew under its wings. Wherever it passed, mountains were uprooted and trees were in a mess, but on its back, there was There is a young man in gray clothes standing in the wind. Standing next to him is a tall woman in white clothes, with flying clothes and a beautiful face. At his feet is a woman in purple clothes, with a worried face. Behind the young man, a evil spirit surges into the sky. , almost like a black rainbow piercing the sun, the evil energy was so strong that the three Taoist masters were even more frightened.

"Then the little bastard is here?"

When Old Monster Wanluo heard that violent roar, he managed to open his heavy eyes and looked into the distance with a wry smile on his face.

"Why is he here?"

The young monks from Nanzhan saw him with complicated expressions and murmured to themselves.

"This guy is finally here!"

Hou Guimen turned his head, a hint of hope rising in his eyes.

"he……"

When Ying Qiaoqiao and Chu Ci saw the figure, their bodies seemed to have been hit hard, and they subconsciously leaned together and held hands.