Before a monster enters the true master stage and transforms, most of its spiritual intelligence has not yet been opened, so it does not have so many bells and whistles. When it comes to fighting, it is brave and not afraid of death.
Song Qingbai has been a member of the Lost Sect for more than 200 years. He is a monk in the late stage of real life. Considering his age, his cultivation speed is already very fast.
Song Qingbai is hard-working and persistent, and he is a man of great perseverance. Although he is not a disciple with unparalleled qualifications, his qualifications are also very poor. Several masters and uncles have praised him and said that he is very likely to be promoted to a true master in the future.
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It can be said that Song Baiqing is also considered a proud man of heaven.
However, this Song Qingbai, looking at the densely packed monster beasts in front of him, like the raging waves of the sea and lake, felt numb all over.
As a real late-stage monk, he is still like this. You can imagine the feelings of the apprentices and nephews next to him!
Song Qingbai took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Fortunately, news had just come that the Great Elder had successfully advanced to the True King Stage, otherwise the situation would have been even worse.
Song Qingbai took a breath and was about to say something to boost his morale. Suddenly, there was an inexplicable shock around him, the aura shook, and a huge red light beam came into view.
The light pillar is about several miles away from here, dozens of feet thick, and the aura is so brilliant that it reaches the sky and the earth, and goes straight into the sky...
And this is just the beginning. Along with a long and dense spell, another giant pillar of light appeared in front of the eyes, followed by the third one, the fourth one... red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, seven huge light pillars,
spread all around, covering the entire lost sect
"This, what is this-"
All the monks in the Zhenyuan and Zhenyuan stages were stunned. This was completely different from the protective formation they had in mind!
But soon, the consternation turned to ecstasy. Although I didn't know what this formation was, it was obviously much more powerful than before, so the morale skyrocketed again.
As a late-stage immortal cultivator, Song Qingbai's knowledge is naturally not comparable to that of the low-level disciples below. Looking at the light beam of his eye flute, he was a little shocked at first, but soon a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind. Could it be the legendary "
"Qingluan Xuantian Formation"?
As we all know, the main altar's protective formation was created by Fairy Qingluan, the sect's formation master in ancient times. However, since the ancestor ascended to the upper world, this formation can only exert some superficial effects.
It is more than enough to defend against ordinary enemies, but compared with the glory of the past, it is completely different!
The root cause is the disdain of later generations of disciples, because in order to exert the true power of this formation, it must be presided over by the direct disciples of Fairy Qingluan.
The so-called direct inheritance requires a very simple condition, which is to practice the "Xuantian Qingluan Jue". However, except for the founder of the sect back then, no one in the Lost Sect has the "Qingluan Xuanmai" body over the years...
By chance, Song Qingbai had heard some secrets from his master. At this moment, while he was happy, he was also very confused. Could it be that someone in his sect had practiced the "Xuan Tian Qing Luan Jue"?
Could it be the Great Elder? No... No, even if the Great Elder can advance to the True King stage, it has nothing to do with the "Xuan Tian Qing Luan Jue". That technique must require the body of Qing Luan Xuan Vein.
There are many people who are confused at this moment, but the truth is something they can never guess.
At that time, Fairy Qingluan was extremely talented and beautiful. Not only did she have profound skills, but she also had great foresight.
Before ascending to the upper world, I had predicted that the Lost Sect might be in danger of declining in the future. The world of cultivating immortals was the most ruthless. The Lost Space was even more cruel to the human race, and it was even more of a crisis for the descendants of these foreign monks.
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It stands to reason that the "Qingluan Xuantian Formation" is strong enough, but it cannot inherit its own mantle and can only exert superficial effects. When meeting a truly powerful enemy, it is obviously a drop in the bucket.
Although immortal cultivators are pure-hearted and have few desires, after all, this is the sect that they have lived in for tens of thousands of years since childhood. How could Fairy Qingluan have no feelings?
So this strange woman spent several years collecting dozens of genius treasures and refined a talisman and a pill.
The talisman and elixir contain a bit of her natal spiritual power sealed in the True King Nascent Soul. If the Lost Sect encounters a disaster, an elder of the True Lord stage or above will swallow this elixir and sacrifice the talisman she refined, even if she has not practiced.
After passing the "Xuantian Qingluan Formation", you can also temporarily unleash the true power of the "Qingluan Xuantian Formation".
Of course, Fairy Qingluan only prepared one copy of the elixir and talisman.
For millions of years, the Lost Sect has gone through twists and turns, but has never been used. However, it is obvious that we can no longer hide our clumsiness.
The person presiding over the formation at this time was the white-bearded old man.
As for the other old monsters in the True Lord stage, they have not been dispatched, and now it is just the first wave of attacks.
"Boom" seven pillars of light of different colors pierced into the sky, the whole earth was shaking, and several large holes seemed to be poked in the sky.
With such a momentum, how could the monsters turn a blind eye? However, most of the monsters that attacked in the first wave were monsters that had not yet opened their spiritual intelligence, and only a few had just opened their spiritual intelligence. Even the monsters that had just opened their spiritual intelligence had low IQs.
It's not enough, so they don't know what fear is. In their hearts, they only have one thought, which is to obey the superior.
After a brief pause, not only did they not flinch, but they let out a roar that shook the sky and rushed forward like a furious wave.
"Huu——" A strange and dull sound passed into my ears, and I saw wind and clouds surging in the sky, and a huge cloud measuring hundreds of acres appeared.
The clouds were so low that they seemed to be no more than a thousand feet away from the top of the head, making people breathless.
Then a blue lightning flashed across the sky and fell hard on the demon group.
The monsters struck by lightning turned into gray smoke, and their souls were scattered. However, the death of those monsters did not make the companions next to them show fear, and they continued to charge without fear of death.
But this is just the beginning...
The clouds were turbulent, and in just a blink of an eye, more than a hundred lightning bolts as thick as arms poured out from them.
Seeing the monsters being turned into gray smoke by lightning, the monks of the Lost Sect beamed with joy and couldn't help but celebrate.
However, they were happy a little too early.
From a distance, there was a scream of fear and anger. The monsters raised their heads and showed off their magical powers. Some sprayed out various beams of light from their mouths, some sacrificed their natal demon fire, and others used
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For a moment, the attacks were as dense as raindrops, slamming towards the clouds overhead.
One head of true energy and the magic of the real demon tribe are nothing, but if tens of thousands of them attack together, the effect will be appalling. Even the monks in the late stage of the true king dare not take direct advantage of it.
"Boom!" A dull crackling sound reached the ears, and the clouds were suddenly blown away.
The cheers of the Lost Sect monks were choked in their throats, and they looked around in shock. However, real-life masters like Song Qingbai remained calm and composed. The "Qingluan Xuantian Formation" was set up by the founder himself. It has a prestigious reputation, so how can it be so good?
Damn, it was just a small test!
The old monsters of Zhenjun still stayed at Qianzhang Rock, which was the center of the Lost Sect and the center of the formation. After the clouds were blasted away, the white-bearded old man swayed upward, and a trace of blood spilled from his mouth.
"Senior brother, how are you?" The woman in palace clothes asked with concern. Although she had always been at odds with the old man, she now shared the same hatred.
"Junior sister, I'm sorry, it's okay, it's just a minor injury." The white-bearded old man stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth. The techniques in his hands kept changing, and three feet in front of him, there was a hand-sized piece floating.
It goes without saying that this magical talisman is the treasure of Fairy Qingluan.
"Quick!" As the old man yelled, the talisman's light kept beating and turned into a ball of light the size of a head, spinning in mid-air.
Then the ball of light exploded, and the magic talisman reappeared in front of his eyes, but the light became very dim.
And those bursting light spots did not disappear and disperse, but gathered together. The old man sprayed out a sword energy from his mouth, swirled around his left hand, and cut off two fingers, dripping with blood, and quickly merged into it.
Into the light spot.
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple...
Those light spots gathered together to form seven little people, each about an inch tall, but with an extremely vicious appearance.
On the other side, while the thunder clouds were dispersed, those monster beasts rushed over again. Their speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the vanguard was only a few dozen feet away from the first line of defense of the Lost Sect monks.
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Song Qingbai stuck out his tongue, licked the corners of his dry mouth, reached out and patted the storage bag, and offered up the defensive magic weapon. Just as he was about to call on his disciples to defend against the enemy, something unexpected happened.
They saw that the red light pillar that was closer to them suddenly twisted and shook...
What is going on? Both the monks and the monsters were attracted by this vision.
Demonic winds were everywhere, smoke and dust were everywhere, and suddenly the beam of light exploded, turning as red as blood.
Large blood-colored runes appeared around it, and kept spinning. Then the light pillar squeezed toward the middle, soared, and turned into a blood-colored ball of light, covering an area of seven or eight acres.
Not only were the monks stunned, but the True Lord stage monsters in the distance also looked at each other in confusion.
"Father, what is going on?" I have seen the lost sect's protective formation before, and it is obviously different from what I see before me." Young Master Mo Lang asked King Mo Lang from the side.
"Young Master is right. Twenty years ago, the red-haired ancestor led his men to fight against the Lost Sect. His subordinates had a good relationship with the red-haired ancestor and came to help. I saw their sect protection formation with my own eyes. It didn't seem to be the case.
It looks like this." Another True Lord late stage monster also said in a low voice.
This guy does not belong to the desert wolf clan, but has the head of a bull and a body with huge muscles. He carries a large ax with two blades on his shoulders.
The Desert Wolf King raised his brows and said coldly: "There is nothing surprising. The Lost Sect is the largest sect in the Lost Space. It has been inherited for millions of years, and many of its founders have ascended to the throne.
In the upper realm, it is normal to have some treasures at the bottom of the box."
After a pause, the Desert Wolf King continued: "We don't need to take action. Let's take a look at the situation first. Anyway, we have lost countless low-level monsters in the desert. Even if all tens of thousands of them are killed, it is nothing.
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The other Zhenjun old monsters nodded and showed disapproval. The demon clan has an ability that is difficult for humans to match, and that is fecundity. And the lower the demon clan is, the more fearful it is of fecundity.