Among this group of people, Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao had the highest status. He refused to retreat, and no one was embarrassed to retreat. He casually threw out a protective shield, covering everyone inside, and said with a smile: "It's good to see the excitement.
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Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao was still standing outside the protective shield, with his hands behind his back as leisurely as if he were looking at the scenery. Yuwen Zhouyuan couldn't help but walk out, but in the end no one wanted to stay in the protective shield, so they all stood up.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan greeted: "Everyone releases flying swords, the monster is about to arrive." He first released the thick soil and virtue sword mist, Ming Yun also put on the battle armor, except Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao, everyone released flying swords
.
After the monks dispersed, the blue-black monsters immediately attacked outwards. The blackness was like a plume of thick smoke rising up. There were countless of them. Each monster was wrapped in thick black smoke and made a howling sound.
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The epileptic Taoist Feng Zilei had an excited look on his face. His flying swords circled around him and kept coming and going. Everyone saw the monster approaching rapidly.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was determined to try out the newly learned Demon-Slaying God Thunder. He wanted to know how powerful the Demon-Slaying God Thunder was. He suddenly rose above everyone's heads and shouted: "Let me play with it first, haha! Demon-Slaying God Thunder
!Go! Go! Go!"
Yuwen Zhouyuan said the word "go" three times in a row and fired three red lights. This was different from the divine thunder he fired when he competed with Elder Xu in the Little Heaven Realm. There were countless golden light spots in the red light. That was because
There is the power of the residual demon needle mixed in with it.
The red light quickly penetrated into the thick black fog, and the black fog that expanded rapidly outward seemed to pause slightly.
Huge explosions sounded in succession, golden dazzling light flashed continuously, the flying monsters let out shrill screams, and countless broken bones and rotten flesh flew in all directions.
The thick thick fog on those monsters could not block the golden light at all. In an instant, a wide space was cleared in front of them. Within the scope of the divine thunder explosion, all the monsters were wiped out.
Yuwen Zhouyuan found that the power of the Demon-Destroying God Thunder was really amazing. He couldn't help laughing and shouted: "It's so cool! Haha! Haha!"
Everyone stood on the top of the tower, everyone was dumbfounded. Among them, the Wen Saint Lu Xiaoyao was the most knowledgeable. He could understand the golden light spots mixed in the red light, so he was particularly surprised. This young man is really amazing. He actually learned the Illusion Sect.
He had personally experienced the most famous demon-destroying divine thunder and knew how powerful it was.
The epileptic Taoist Feng Zilei was even more surprised and screamed: "Awesome! Fellow Taoist Yuwen... this is incredible! What kind of magic weapon is this? It is infinitely powerful!"
Epileptic Taoist Feng Zilei has been fighting these monsters for a long time and knows that these monsters are very difficult to deal with. He found that Yuwen Zhouyuan seemed to have learned many powerful methods after breaking up with him.
The sky suddenly darkened, and the monster charging outward strangely stopped moving forward.
Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao said calmly: "Good guy, the devil is born, it is extraordinary."
As soon as he finished speaking, those monsters retreated like a tide. In less than half a moment, they retreated completely, and the entrance to the crypt was revealed. It was a huge pit with no bottom.
The sky is getting darker.
A dark red line rapidly expanded from the horizon, gradually turning into a large blood red area, followed by terrifying darkness. A dull atmosphere enveloped all directions, and even the air seemed very depressing. The surrounding area became quiet, and the sky
The rolling and changing blood-red slowly gathered towards the ruins.
Yuwen Zhouyuan came down and saw that everyone's faces reflected the blood color in the sky, and everyone looked serious. Even Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao's expression was a little solemn. He asked: "Brother, will the change in the sky and the birth of the devil be the same?"
Coincidence, right?”
Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao sighed and said: "I didn't expect that this should be the most powerful demon. Strange? Who is this? A demon with such profound strength would actually practice in the demon world." His head was full of white hair.
Wufeng took the initiative and said with a bitter smile: "Everyone, please be careful, alas! I didn't expect to encounter such a catastrophe just after coming out... If the situation is not right, don't fight hard, just run away if you can, remember! Don't let the devil
Head and body.”
Everyone was a little stupid. No one would have thought that Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao would say such a thing. In fact, Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao had already guessed it. After all, he was one of the most powerful masters at that time and was well-informed.
Just from the signs of the devil's birth, he knew something was wrong. This was the first time he had seen the devil appear with signs from the sky.
Ding Xiangyang is the most concerned about the development of the situation. The changes in the Central Sanctuary will directly affect the Beiming Sanctuary. Hearing this, he was even more frightened.
Only the epileptic Taoist Feng Zilei was eager to give it a try. Seeing that Yuwen Zhouyuan's skill had greatly increased, he thought wrong again and thought: "It seems that I have fought too few fights. It is much less than the progress of the little lunatic. It seems that
It’s impossible not to go crazy.”
There was a strange sound faintly coming from the crypt, which seemed like crying but not crying, and seemed like laughing but not laughing. It was extremely uncomfortable to hear. Many monks with low skill in the distance could no longer resist and fell from the air one after another.
Ming Yun was indeed a master of music, and hurriedly shouted: "This is the soul-stirring magic sound! Everyone, please do your best to get rid of distracting thoughts, don't listen!" He then put the sound in his mouth. A soul-soothing rhythm sounded, although it was only short.
The short seven syllables, under his repeated playing, barely resisted the intrusion of the strange sounds.
Some cultivation masters noticed that something was not going well and started to protest. At first there were only a few people, but gradually more and more masters began to join.
Yuwen Zhouyuan listened to the crowd roaring, and then also screamed loudly.
When the epileptic Taoist Feng Zilei saw Yuwen Zhouyuan's behavior, he hurriedly followed up. He was also a master of cultivation who was proficient in music. His whistling sound was different, like the waves of the sea gradually rising, the tone suddenly changing, and like the strong wind and huge waves mixed with lightning.
Thunder roared and roared.
So many experts spoke at the same time, and the entire ruins trembled.
Yuwen Zhouyuan stopped in surprise, and said with dumbfounded eyes: "My dear, it's the first time I heard so many people roaring together. It's really scary." His voice was drowned in the roaring, and almost no one heard what he said.
Wen Sheng Lu Xiaoyao stood calmly all the time. He heard Yu Wen Zhouyuan's emotion and couldn't help laughing. He felt that his little brother was really interesting. The freedom and whims shown by Yu Wen Zhouyuan made Wen Sheng Lu
Xiaoyao likes it very much.
The strange sounds in the crypt were finally suppressed, but the blood-red color in the sky had completely gathered above the crypt.
Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao suddenly said: "Brother, let's retreat quickly!" His tone was very firm.
Yuwen Zhouyuan was the most obedient, especially to the masters. He immediately said: "Let's go!"
In fact, no one wanted to stand here anymore. When they heard the word "go" from Yuwen Zhouyuan without hesitation, everyone quickly flew into the air and swept towards the outside. Soon they retreated to the first layer of defense circle and took charge.
This section is defended by monks from several small sects.
Just as he stopped, he heard someone whisper: "The earth is moving... the earth is moving!"
The ground began to tremble, and the buildings in the ruins that had not completely collapsed swayed in the tremors. After a while, most of the buildings began to collapse, and the stones that hit the ground made a roaring cracking sound.
Pillows of smoke and dust rose into the air, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.
The masters of Liuyunfeng Zhenwu Palace who were guarding all directions in the sky shouted almost simultaneously: "Prepare the Tower-Suppressing Divine Thunder! Prepare the Tower-Suppressing Divine Thunder!" Everyone knew that the devil was about to be born.
The tower-suppressing divine thunder is not used to destroy demons, but is specially used to deal with masters who have practiced demonic skills. This is the most powerful magic weapon in Liuyunfeng Zhenwu Palace, and it is also a top magic weapon in the world of cultivation.
A tower-suppressing star ring doubles the power of the sky thunder. If there are nine rings interlocked, that kind of power will have to be avoided even by the masters of the true saints.
Of course, the masters at the peak of True Saints will not just stand around and get beaten, and when the devil is born, he must come out of the crypt and merge with the blood evil in the sky, so this is the only chance for Liuyun Peak True Martial Palace.
"Tower Star... seven rings superimposed!"
"The star of the tower... eight rings interlocked!"
"..."
Eight hexagonal ring shadows flew out, and the eight colors of ring shadows were superimposed on each other and connected to form a hexagonal pillar, hovering in the air, emitting light like a rainbow.
Yuwen Zhouyuan had been injured by the tower-zhen thunder, and he knew how powerful it was. He asked: "What is the eight interlocking rings?"
Ding Xiangyang explained it to him in a low voice.
Epilepsy Taoist Feng Zilei said: "Feng has seen the four-linked tower-zhen thunder. Hey, the power is really amazing."
Literary Saint Lu Xiaoyao suddenly said: "Okay! This opportunity is really wonderful..." He saw that the demon must rise up to join the blood evil, so the demon would never be able to escape the attack of the tower-suppressing divine thunder.
The blood evil energy gathered in the sky above the crypt, making a strange "chichi lala" sound, which seemed to be summoning the devil. At the same time, the tower-suppressing divine thunder was also accumulating energy, and eight colorful lights covered eight haloes.
The rings were filled with light, and sparks of calcium carbide were flying in all directions.
Eight colorful rings of different colors hang high in the air, just above the crypt below the Blood Demon. Looking from a distance, the ring shadow in the sky is like a flickering lighthouse during the festival, illuminating the dark earth brightly.
Haifeng had been hiding and said nothing. When he saw such a beautiful surrounding shadow, he couldn't help but whisper in Yuwen Zhouyuan's ear and exclaimed: "Brother, what a beautiful sky."
The epileptic Taoist Feng Zilei was standing next to Yuwen Zhouyuan. He heard clearly. He suddenly turned his head and saw Haifeng, who was only the size of his thumb. He was so frightened that he screamed: "Wow! What the hell is this?"
Haifeng said coldly: "Haifeng is a human being, you are a toy!"
Ming Yun was also attracted by their conversation. He glanced at it and said in surprise: "Spirit body? Brother, this is a spirit body. Where did you get it?"
Haifeng suddenly became furious and shouted: "That's nonsense! What did you do? It's so ugly!" The little guy got angry.
Yuwen Zhouyuan said hurriedly: "This is my sworn brother Qiong Haifeng. Let's get to know each other."
Haifeng curled his lips and said: "I know that they are all great heroes. They would disdain a little kid like me..."
Only then did Yuwen Zhouyuan realize that Haifeng was also very sharp-tongued.