The black mist filled the air and swept hundreds of miles in an instant, as if there were thousands of ghosts and howls, which was breathtaking.
When Cheng Sanjin saw this, he was immediately shocked. His spiritual thoughts spread and were unable to penetrate the heavy fog. At this time, he could not even detect Yunzhou's breath in the distance!
Although Dai Bingde's face remained calm, he was filled with fear in his heart.
This time, he could only hear the voice of the dead tree demon, but he was still unable to locate the other party's position.
This made him feel unsure.
"Hmph, Dai Bingde, this time you come uninvited and show your true skills!"
From all directions, another gloomy voice came.
"You dare to show off in front of me by pretending to be a god or a ghost!"
Dai Bingde sneered, and the next moment, the figure had disappeared from the spot and appeared thousands of feet high in the sky, with a pair of big hands slamming into the air.
"Bang!"
There was an explosion, and as the black mist rolled in, dense ghost figures were scurrying around, and a figure in pale white clothes was also shaken out.
With disheveled hair and white clothes in the dark night, it is particularly eerie now.
He had a face with unusually high cheekbones and a square forehead, but the wrinkles on his face looked like the bark of a dead tree.
The dead wood old demon's eyes flashed with white flames, and he sneered sinisterly: "Haha, Dai Bingde, you still think that dead wood is still the same as it was a hundred years ago. What can your cloud-dispelling palm do to me this time?"
"Sarashou!"
With a sharp shout, the old devil Kumu took the lead and grabbed Dai Bingde directly with a big hand wrapped in a ghost, shining with cold light.
"Hmph, you have such a small skill like your Karashou, but you still dare to speak so loudly?"
Dai Bingde snorted coldly and faced him with another move of Cloud Dispelling Palm.
"boom!"
The loud noise shook the mountains.
I saw the dead wood old devil's chara hand being shaken and his soul flying around, but it still didn't scatter. He tore Dai Bingde's cloud-dispelling palm and grabbed it with a bang!
"How is that possible?!"
Dai Bingde was shocked. He did not expect that the vitality power of the old demon Kumu could be so powerful.
But the attack has arrived, and Dai Bingde can only forcefully raise his energy to defend.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Dai Bingde retreated hundreds of meters before stopping.
Feeling the bone-chilling chill brought by the power of the ghosts all over his body, as well as the churning energy and blood, Dai Bingde was also slightly shocked.
"Hmph, the fun is yet to come!"
With a cold snort, the old demon Kumu took out a pitch-black demon flag, and with a move from left to right, a large stream of white evil energy immediately sprang out from the demon flag, condensing into a ghostly spirit, and attacked Dai Bingde with bared teeth and claws.
"It's almost time, Sansha Yinluo Formation, start!"
The old devil of dead wood sacrificed his ghosts and took out a flag. After shaking it, thousands of ghosts rose up and pressed down crazily on Dai Bingde and Cheng Sanjin.
Feeling that most of the vitality in his body was suppressed by you and his combat power was reduced, Cheng Sanjin was immediately frightened, raised the long knife in his hand and started to kill.
"Haha, General Cheng, are you in such a hurry to leave? I have admired the name of General for a long time, how about you let me practice sword skills with you?"
As Cheng Sangang moved, there was another pitiful sound, and then, a huge white sword with a length of a hundred feet fell from the sky.
The momentum is so powerful that it is worthy of the late Jin Dynasty!
"Hmph, open it for me!"
Cheng Sanjin, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, immediately raised his sword, and the same Baizhang sword energy swept away.
"block!"
There was a sound of gold and stone exploding.
What made Cheng Sanjin unbelievable was that his sword was also broken. The opponent's sword energy came down with awe and knocked him back directly.
"Ahem, who are you? How can you be so strong!"
Cheng Sanjin forced himself to suppress the roiling vitality in his body and asked with wide eyes.
He still doesn't know when so many masters appeared in the Shaluo Sect.
"Haha, General Cheng, this is Luo Chu, the fourth elder of the Shaluo Sect. I wonder if the general has heard of it?"
In the sky, ghosts surged, and an elder of the Shaluo Sect dressed like the old demon of dead wood walked out, holding a sword made of white bones in his hand, and smiled coldly at Cheng Sanjin.
"Huh? Luo Chu? How could it be you? You should only be in the middle stage of Golden Body cultivation!"
Cheng Sanjin was shocked. He didn't expect that he would be repulsed by a warrior in the middle stage of the golden body today.
"These days are different, General, let's continue!"
After Luo Chu finished speaking, the weapon in his hand trembled, and the same ghostly Rakshasa emerged, wielding its sharp claws like a knife, and fought towards Cheng Sanjin.
What makes Cheng Sanjin even more unbelievable is that this ghost can actually absorb the surrounding ghost shadows, gradually grow in strength, and its momentum is not weaker than that of Yi Xian Jin's later period!
One person and one soul is equivalent to Cheng Sanjin having to withstand the fierce attacks of two late-stage strong men at the same time!
Under this situation, Cheng Sanjin could only parry and had no ability to fight back.
"No! The Sansha Yinluo formation is really weird. General Cheng, do you know how to break the formation?"
Dai Bingde was also retreating steadily, and it was only at this time that he saw how powerful the formation in the mouth of the dead tree was.
"Sancha Yinluo? Mr. De, I have never heard of it at all. How do you know how to break the formation?"
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Cheng Sanjin was very depressed. He would have been more cautious if he had known this, but now he fell into the trap of the Demon Sect and fell into the big formation.
Dai Bingde frowned. He had already decided in his heart that if Yun Yang outside was threatened, he would forcefully break the formation at any cost!
At this moment, in a gentle land a hundred miles away, on the deck of Yunzhou in Marquis Yun Mansion, all the Lingnan disciples and Qingjia soldiers were stunned.
Seeing the black clouds in the sky rolling in like the top of Mount Tai, the bursts of shrill howls like the Nine Hells made them tremble with fear. Even some disciples who were mentally unstable could no longer stand and fell to their knees.
All his fighting strength was almost completely lost.
"Oh my God, Brother Tian, what is going on! Is this evil energy?"
Qin Shaoyang and others followed Ling Tian to the Yunzhou ship, and looked at the direction where Dai Bingde disappeared in the distance. The place was already obscured by the black mist rising into the sky, and faintly, wisps of white ghosts could be seen stirring in it.
Silks of black mist are rising all over the surrounding mountains and plains, as if the souls of the undead buried underground have been summoned out.
"This is not demonic energy, but evil spirit!"
Ling Tian shook his head, his expression stern.
Fortunately, Tao Yaoyao had already told him that this formation had huge flaws. It was only a semi-finished product. Only three of the nine temples appeared, and its power was greatly reduced.
"Haha, the evil spirit of the ghost, do you really think this is the fault of the Shaluo Sect?"
Yun Yang sneered.
"Whether it is yes or no, we will know later, but now, we are in trouble!" Ling Tian took off the dragon pattern coat on his body and said slowly.
"What?"
Yun Yang was startled, and then he sensed something. He suddenly pulled out the weapon in his hand and looked forward.
On a warship in the distance, Cheng Feiyu laughed wildly, raised his sword and rushed out. He stood on a high mountain and looked down at the black clouds rolling in below.
"Hehehe, friends from Yunzhou, let me, the Shaluo Sect, entertain you all, and kill me!"
From the black mist, hundreds of shadows emerged, all wearing plain white robes, with disheveled hair, holding black magic flags in their hands, and rushed towards the warship.