"Amitabha!"

As the black-faced man shaking the formation, Abbot Chanjing shouted and flashed out of the formation.

I saw that his red cassock spread out, like a dam, firmly retracting all the remaining dead air like a flood.

The wonderful technique displayed by Abbot Chan Jing shocked everyone in the formation.

Qian Yunsheng silently watched the two fights and muttered to Wen Xinzhu:

"I didn't expect that we were so unlucky. As soon as we entered the formation, we encountered the ghosts of the Yellow Springs really attacked. Fortunately, we were arranged behind, but we had no eyes on the moves, so even if we were behind, it was not really safe."

Wen Xinzhu also sighed with some amusement:

"Your luck is really bad! But I think the heads of the sects should have expected this situation and will not be unprepared for it. We will just wait patiently."

"Anyway, it really doesn't work, so you can only take out my body and resist it. But I think I won't be able to get into such a bad state so soon."

The two of them exchanged a few simple words, and the battle between the two sides outside the formation became even more intense.

I saw that the black-faced man stretched out his hand and immediately pulled out a giant dragon with teeth and claws from the blood pool.

The giant dragon suddenly spurted out a huge blood color. After a few flashes in the air, this long practice rushed to the front of the Abbot Chanjing, trying to completely wrap him up.

The Abbot Chan Jing's face was as clear as the ancient well without waves. He saw him chanting the Buddha's name low and his palms were flat, just like Yugong moving a mountain. Before the blood-colored practice had been completed, he sobbed and was wiped away by the golden light he pushed out in front of the Abbot Chan Jing.

The black-faced man didn't expect that his move with the power of the blood pool would be broken by Abbot Chan Jing so easily. He couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

But it then snorted again and its body suddenly swelled. At the same time, it waved its hand and grabbed the blood-colored dragon beside it.

The blood-colored dragon was like a small snake in front of the big man's swelling body. The big man pinched the blood-colored dragon, and his gaze was fierce with a serious look, and he pinched the dragon's head and bit it towards his shoulder.

I saw the big man open his mouth again and squeeze out a dark mass of energy from his chest. Then he immediately started to chant something.

Driven by the black-faced man's magic trick, this ball of essence turned into a phantom like a dragon. With an extremely flexible "swoosh", he crawled into the body of the blood-colored dragon.

As the black essence also penetrated, the blood-colored dragon seemed to have sucked the essence of the black-faced man, and emitted a smoldering light with blackness throughout his body.

The big man looked at the blood-colored dragon with pain on his face and finally sucked his essence. Then he let out a long roar, pinching the dragon's big hand and pressing the blood-colored dragon into his body.

It was seen that it was like a giant dragon possessed, and the big man actually merged with the red dragon.

The black-faced man finished fitting, felt more magic power than he had just now, and laughed: "Bald donkey, let's take me another punch!"

An amazing scene appeared. The black-faced man's aura surged, and his skin rolled like boiling black water.

In a very short time, on the basis of the last fusion, it transformed into a monster with a dragon head and a turtle body, shaking its head and tail and pounced towards the Abbot Chanjing.

Abbot Chanjing did not expect that the other party's moves were so strange. He only felt that something extremely strange like a dragon and a turtle flying in front of him was rushing towards him with a terrible aura. Even this power made him feel a little scared.

I saw that the monster, which looked like a dragon and a turtle, suddenly rushed to the head of Abbot Chanjing, and his huge claws pressed directly at Abbot Chanjing.

But since the Abbot Chanjing is the head of Leiyin Temple, his strength should not be underestimated. He heard him slightly rebuke: "A little trick of carving insects!" and then shook his hand and made a treasure like a treasure seal.

"Bang!"

The treasure seal shot up, and the green spiritual energy on the treasure seal held the claws that seemed to be able to slash the huge peaks in the air, making a huge sound, making it impossible for it to fall.

Just as the two were fighting in mid-air, the ghosts that followed also rumbled up.

I saw that the hundreds of ghost rhinos with white bones tied with white bones suddenly lit up, and immediately hooked up the blood pool behind me like a light curtain.

As the blood pool was hooked by these ghost rhinos, it suddenly trembled, and with the hundreds of ghost rhinos in a circle, it slowly surged towards the human formation again.

Song Hezi stood on the platform and saw this scene with a sharp look. Unexpectedly, the ghosts thought of Yuxian Shuizhi's cracking method in just a few days, and they once again hooked up the blood pool to cover up many ghosts.

Although seeing so many white bones tied to these hundreds of ghost rhinos, I still don’t know how many similar people the other party finally got together, it seems that the other party is obviously not just testing the formation these days.

However, as the blood pool slowly pressed up again, he didn't have time to think deeply, so he snorted lightly, quickly moved the array plate with his fingers, and began to mobilize the formation to welcome the enemy.

Qian Yunsheng was sitting in the formation at this time, and only saw the ghosts in the distance rumbled upwards. He quietly said to Wen Xinzhu:

"The feeling of sitting in the formation is really different from the appearance of standing outside the formation. You can feel the fierceness of the ghosts in the small world of Huangquan even more in this formation."

Wen Xinzhu also quietly said: "I didn't expect that the other party would even re-mobilize the blood pool. It seems that this is probably a tough battle, you have to be prepared."

When Qian Yunsheng heard Wen Xinzhu's words, he nodded secretly in his heart. He could only hear the sound of Song Hezi's order coming from his formation. Hai Dongjun, who was leading the team, quickly shouted:

"Note that Qian position enters Hai, release it!"

With Song Hezi's voice and Hai Dongjun's loud shout, everyone, including Qian Yunsheng, quietly flipped their hands, and their spiritual energy penetrated the formation under them. Everyone "suddenly" slapped at Qian's position.

As everyone poured down their magic power, the formation was indeed activated.

I saw that several tower-like magic weapons behind them began to rumble. Immediately afterwards, countless thunder and fire broke out, hitting the opponent's blood pool like a barrier, causing ripples.

"It seems that the power is not enough!" Qian Yunsheng looked at the ghosts with the blessing of the blood pool. After this thunder fire went down, it was like tickling, and it was completely different from the scene of the person he saw on the first day.

Qian Yunsheng's silent heart was compared with the results of the first day and found that if a powerful spell on the first day continued, he could beat these ghosts to cry and call them mother.

But now with the cover of the blood pool, after a powerful spell went on, a little blood color evaporated above the blood pool, and the ghosts in the blood pool were not hurt at all.

Song Hezi frowned when he saw this situation. The blood pool was indeed as difficult as the legendary one, and it was really a weapon of offense and defense. After his several powerful spells, he did not even achieve one-tenth of the previous battle results.

However, he is also a calm mind and will not be easily intimidated by the ghosts' formation. Therefore, after a moment of pondering, he moved the formation plate again.

This time he stopped holding back. As the entire center was rumbling, he squeezed out countless spiritual energy, and only saw that the entire Dutian Shifang Jue Immortal Formation was fully activated for the first time.

As the entire formation was activated with all its strength, Qian Yunsheng and all the cultivators in the formation were working hard to activate the large spells together according to Song Hezi's command.

These large-scale magic attack methods also began to change. Only with the continuous activation of everyone, the entire formation was thunderous. Unlike the spells of a single formation that were blasted out before, the spells of the entire formation also became dense and particularly combined.

I saw that Qian Yunsheng was led by Haidongjun, and first gathered the thunder and fire technique to the top of the tower. But this time he was not storing it, but mobilized another fire of the sun.

After two powerful spells gather together, they form a compound spell at the same time, and then suddenly emit it.

While they issued it, they would merge with similar spells issued by monks from another direction in the air again, turning into a sunflower with a scent of extinction, and then pouring down towards the ghosts in the blood pool.

As Song Hezi truly opened the Dutian Ten Directions Immortal Formation, for a moment, the casualties of the ghosts in the blood pool became much worse, which made the several big ghosts pressing the formation behind look a little ugly.

One of the yellow-haired ghosts looked at the large bunch that was whistling in the sky, and the countless cold lights shining like the world-destroying world, and finally couldn't help but hum:

"Dear brothers, sit down and wait for me to go up and destroy their majesty!" After saying that, his body moved and flew into the air.

I saw it grinning at the blue flying blade in the sky. With the wave of its big sleeve, the cuffs were like a treasure bag, and it immediately put the flying blade in the sky into the cuff and disappeared intovisible.

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