"Uncle, how many magic do you know?"

At this time, Song Guichan, who was in the tenth formation, smiled faintly after hearing Fang Xing's words and said, "I just saw the technique and realized it immediately. The three sects and 12 sects in the Northern Region have 14,672 secret scriptures, plus the 413 volumes of Buddhist scriptures obtained by entering the Buddhist secret place when I was young, all of which have been read through. The gods, mysterious, spiritual, and basic techniques contained in them are eight thousand, and eight out of ten are well-versed in the heart..."

Read through the Taoist sect?

Eight thousand magics?

In the tenth round, the juniors of Nan Zhan, including Fang Xing, stopped talking.

Eight Thousand Magic, what is this concept? Is the mobile Tao hidden?

Although the practitioners also understood that the eight thousand magic techniques mentioned by Song Guichan would definitely not be all top magic techniques, and it is possible that most of them are not magic techniques used to defend against enemies. Moreover, these magic techniques also include the various basic magics that need to be practiced when practicing the first path of cultivation, etc., but even so, the number of eight thousand is really terrifying...

"Fellow Daoist Fang, I think you are not easy to practice. The foundation is so firm that even the state of China is rare. If you practice well, you will definitely be detached. If you are willing to change your mind and worship me as your teacher, I will come forward to resolve the hatred of the various paths of the Northern Region for you for you?" Song Guichan spoke indifferently, and took a step out at the same time. He pointed his fingers gently, and a sword energy in the shape of an ancient sword appeared in the air. He slashed towards the big golden crow that was rapidly surrounding the tenth formation, as if he wanted to stop the formation of the formation. At the same time, the voice in his mouth was not anxious: "Even if you worship me as your teacher, even if it is Nan Zhan's Taoist matter, I can also plead with the master. Let him think more, are you willing?"

"There are many masters, one is better than the other. What are you?"

Although Fang Xing called the old man, his momentum was not inferior to anyone in his aura. Seeing that Song Guichan took action to stop the Big Golden Oubi Formation, he immediately rushed forward. He held a black giant sword in his left hand and a blood-drinking sword in his right hand, and slashed out fiercely.

"Fight!"

Not far away, Li Hongyi, who had recovered after a bit of energy, also bit her silver teeth and rushed in.

Junior Nan Zhan is not a fool. Although he didn't hear what Fang Xing and the Big Golden Crow discussed at that time, he immediately understood a little when he saw this. He immediately thought in his heart that if everyone really could not fight this Pure Yang Dao Son, then setting up a large array and using the power of the formation to suppress him is also a feasible way. Even, this has become the only way at present.

As a result, no one dared to be careless and rushed forward one after another. He gritted his teeth and tried to block Song Guichan's way.

A real fierce battle began, and the Nanzhan cultivators fought against Song Guichan.

The big golden crow also burned the butt and tightened the speed and arranged this big formation.

Rumble!

With Fang Xing's joining, the monk Nanzhan was finally suppressed by Song Guichan one side. In the round-roar battle, all kinds of exquisite methods, mysterious magical techniques, and powerful magic weapons emerged one after another, divine light, Taoist fire, lightning, thunder, and countless terrifying powers filled half of the void. The void was tearing apart at all times. Even those who could enter this battle were the weakest and a hero. Otherwise, they would not even have the courage to go to Fengshan Mountain, which led to the extraordinary excitement of this battle, and even a bit of the legendary immortal fighting style.

The battle began, and the draw was instantly reached.

The monk Nanzhan added Fang Xing but failed to suppress Song Guichan, but Song Guichan did not take him out to stop the big golden crow.

Song Guichan is very strong!

This is what Fang Xing made in his mind now!

The more fierce the battle he had, the deeper the feeling was. With the power of his and Nan Zhan's cultivators, even the Nascent Soul could be killed. However, when Song Guichan faced many dangerous attacks, he was calm and composed. He picked up all kinds of exquisite magic and magic and resolved the attacks of Nan Zhan's monk. It was exquisite and just right, and they were all very exquisite. It seemed that his eight thousand magic statements were really possible.

Zhao Changhe practiced a thunder technique to the extreme and became a sect's son.

But Song Guichan actually used every magic that was used from him to the extreme.

No wonder this boy has the name of invincible golden elixir. With his cultivation level, he has the lotus platform that can continuously provide him with magic power. He is simply invincible when fighting with others, and it is no problem to kill the Nascent Soul!

However, in this process, the Great Golden Crow took advantage of the cultivators' entanglement of Song Guichan and quickly deployed the formation. There were eight major formations in total. The simplest major formation only required eight formation flags to lay them. However, such a simple array flag could not play a role in people with cultivation like Song Guichan. Therefore, no matter how urgent the time was, the Great Golden Crow had set up sixty-four array flags in one of them. Now that seven of them have been laid out, only the last one was left to lay them down, and then they could push the formation and suppress Song Guichan.

"Oh, do you have to force me to kill?"

When Song Guichan noticed the magic circle set by the Great Golden Crow, he seemed a little helpless and sighed slowly, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.

After being solemn, the murderous intent rose sharply!

"The Fire Spirit Protector!"

With a press of his palm, the fire spirit floating around him. The peacock, the guardian spirit beast, floated around him again and flew around Song Guichan. The fire spirit burned down. The magical light and even some talismans that the monk Nanzhan called him ignited flames and returned to invisible. Then the fire spirit became stronger again, and he swung his body towards Fang Xing, and all the fire spirits were poured out to Fang Xing.

"My master, I took you, the broken bird!"

The fire peacock suddenly rushed towards him, but it surprised Fang Xing, cursing, and fire chains were drawn in front of him.

He practiced Samadhi True Fire, and his magic was also the immortal arts in the inheritance of the Fox Clan True Immortals. It was extremely mysterious. Although he was not well-versed in the palm control, it was also extremely powerful. However, the fire intention of Song Guichan's practice was somewhat like the karma fire of Buddhism back then, and it was not much weaker than his Samadhi True Fire. In addition, this fire peacock was a spiritual beast born from nothingness after Song Guichan practiced the fire technique to the extreme, and even had his own consciousness. Therefore, he suppressed him in the fire method and could only try his best to resolve it.

Taking this opportunity, Song Guichan stepped out in one step, his body was as steep as lightning, leaving a string of phantoms, and rushed straight forward.

Rumble!

The strong wind brought by his body even divided the void into two halves, and the world was dim.

"Leave!"

At this moment, an angry shout rang out. However, You Mikuang, who happened to be blocking his way, faced with Song Guichan's astonishing momentum, he had no time to dodge anymore, and made a decision in the flash of lightning. His spiritual power was plucked up, and a terrifying divine light appeared in his chest. He suddenly roared, making a roar of a demon wolf, and a rolling void turbulent flow in the air rushed towards Song Guichan in his chest.

"Kill the demon!"

At this moment, Song Guichan also burst into spring thunder and became a Buddhist lion roar.

Two terrifying sound waves collided in the air, and the castration was slightly paused, and Song Guichan's lion roar rolled straight towards Youmikuang.

"Puff..."

Youmikuang, who was hit by the lion's roar, was shocked all over his body, and blood splashed out from his facial features. There were even cracks on the surface of his body. His body was frozen in the air without moving. Then he was hit by Song Guichan who rushed over. His body flew away like a broken cloth bag, and his blood was squeezed by this force, sprinkled out like a fountain, which was terrifying.

"Brother Mad..."

A monk Nanzhan shouted angrily and rushed over desperately, and each of them shook the light of the way.

In this case, it is too late to cast spells or sacrifice magic weapons. Only the elixir light arrives instantly, which can block the enemy.

“Subsist!”

Song Guichan had no expression on his face, his two big sleeves were swinging around like two green dragons, rumbling like two iron whips, and instantly whipped four or five Nanzhan monks, including Han Ying and the passionate beauty. The dull sound of bone shattering could be heard in his ears. In anger, some of the four or five people were directly blown away by the iron sleeves, and some fell to the ground quietly.

With an instant force, Song Guichan injured six people in a row. The space in front of him had been swept open, and a passage was straight forward.

At the end of the passage, there was the big golden crow lying on his butt while pushing it out.

"A mere monster, is it also a monk Nanzhan?"

Song Guichan looked solemn and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

From afar, the big golden crow felt a sense of emotion and suddenly turned her head to look at him. Her round eyes were full of ferocious aura.

"Punish!"

Song Guichan suddenly had a thunder in his tongue, his body shook, and he almost rushed out like lightning.

There was still about three hundred feet away from the Great Golden Crow, but it was nothing to him. It could be said that it was coming in an instant. As soon as his body moved, he had already pinched the magic seal and prepared to kill this potential threat with one blow.

At this moment, the big golden crow also shook its demon body, and its amazing blood and energy surged, and then...

...Suddenly, he threw away the formation flag and fled!

The speed was extremely fast, with a "whoosh" sound that was several hundred feet away. At this time, Song Guichan had just escaped about ten feet away, and the speed had not yet fully expanded. It was almost gone, which made Song Guichan stunned for a moment, stopped, a little amused and crying. Unexpectedly, this thief crow was so timid, would he still go to chase him?

In such a daze, a terrifying gust came from behind him with a "screaming" sound. He hurriedly moved his body and avoided it to the side. A figure rushed to the front of him, turned around, and a vertical eyebrow emitted a terrifying light in the rolling black smoke.

However, Fang Xing finally got rid of the entanglement of the fire spirit and chased after him. At this time, he had dispelled his temper and had already activated the three-headed and six-armed demon appearance. He was covered with black smoke, holding a giant sword, a blood sword, a golden spear, a magic weapon such as magic weapon. On a head in front, three eyes were opened together, emitting a faint cold light, and he was like a demon, blocking the air.

"Human body demon appearance?"

Song Guichan was slightly stunned and laughed: "Are you going to fight hard? It's a pity that your helper has already escaped!"

"Hehe, can't you come back if you escape?"

Fang Xing, who transformed into a three-headed and six-armed demon, didn't care at all and firmly guarded his way.

At this time, Song Guichan's face suddenly became ugly, because he suddenly realized that the thief crow who had escaped quickly before he could chase after him, looked as timid as a mouse, had actually returned lazily, took out a large number of formation flags, and began to guard the formation gate at the eighth gate, muttering constantly: "Damn, I was scared to death just now..." (~^~)
Chapter completed!