Chapter 1494 Extradition of Bodhisattva Yin Cihang
"Feng Heyu?!"
Su Twelve, who had just rushed into the formation where the second alchemy furnace was located, turned around and recognized the person.
"It's you Su Twelve again, you are really evil, but... you dare to risk coming here in the body of Nascent Soul, you are simply seeking death!!!"
Hearing the sound, Feng Heyu's eyes instantly fell on Su Twelve Nascent Soul.
The moment he saw Su Twelve's appearance clearly, his eyes turned red and murderous intent surged in his eyes.
The body moves with the sound, and the demonic energy is continuously emitted from the palm of the hand.
In the blink of an eye, the Demon Yuan Condensation Demon Sword was pointed at Su Twelve Nascent Soul from afar.
Before the demonic sword came out, bursts of demonic energy and sword intent spread out. .??.
The scattered demonic energy and sword energy passed through more than ten alchemy furnace formations around the altar like lightning, and sank into the body of the golden elixir monk who was concentrating on activating the elixir technique.
"Ah...ah..."
"how come!!"
A series of screams rang out, and in the blink of an eye, more than thirty Jindan monks fell to the ground.
Until his death, he did not understand why he died.
The stimulation of blood also made Feng Heyu's smile become more evil and the murderous intent in her eyes became stronger.
"Demon cultivator! What a Holy Spirit Cult. It seems that the dark evil formation in the sky really has something to do with you."
"However, at this moment, your opponent...is me!!!"
Before the demon sword could fly towards Su Twelve, Mu Yingluo took a step forward, and the aura of the cultivation realm belonging to the Nascent Soul Stage monks emanated.
The body rose into the air in the underground space, eyes wide open, staring at Feng Heyu who appeared in front of him.
"Miss Mu, please be careful. This person's strength is not bad to begin with. Now that his character has been impacted, he may become a complete devil."
Su Twelve Nascent Soul villain raised his voice and hurriedly reminded Mu Yingluo.
He was also familiar with Feng Heyu. The demon cultivator who came from Tianyan Secret Realm and had been sealed for many years had no strength at all.
To be underestimated.
However, Feng Heyu and Ning Yuanqi were a pair and had always been inseparable.
Feng Heyu is here, but why is Ning Yuanqi still missing?
At the same time as the reminder, a hint of worry quickly flashed through Su Twelve's heart.
From the cave where the Jiuzhuan Dan is located to this place, now all the Nascent Soul monks from the Holy Spirit Sect have basically had contact with each other.
Among these Nascent Soul cultivators, it is certain that there is absolutely no Ning Yuanqi who is also a demon cultivator.
"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Su, with me here, no matter if he is a demon cultivator or a demon, he will never, let alone be able to stop you from taking action!"
The anger on Mu Yingluo's face did not diminish, she gritted her teeth and spoke calmly.
As soon as she finished speaking, a flying sword magic weapon in the shape of a flying fish appeared in front of her.
Using the sword technique in his hand, the flying fish flying sword flew through the air like a swimming fish, and the sound of surging water waves could be heard in the surrounding space.
With a flick of his finger, Pei Ran's true energy turned into a tidal wave and headed straight for Feng Heyu.
And in the water flow, there is even more amazing sword intent.
Seeing the two of them fighting in the air, Su Twelve didn't even bother to think about Ning Yuanqi's whereabouts.
He immediately sped up his action and rushed to the bottom of a Zundan furnace located there, absorbing the fire of hope.
And every time it was absorbed, Su Twelve overturned the Earthly Fire Pill Furnace and destroyed it.
One Alchemy Furnace after another was miserable, and the boundary line with a radius of a hundred miles was drawn out. The blood-colored light curtain that enveloped the world and was shaped like an Alchemy Furnace also became dim at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The formation changed, and the Holy Spirit Sect Saint and Yin Qingxue also noticed it almost at the same time.
"No, someone is trying to
Destroy the formation's eyes! Damn it...this guy actually has a companion."
The Saint of the Holy Spirit, who had already gained the upper hand, suddenly changed her face and became angry.
He quickly lowered his head and looked down, without any hesitation, decisively gave up targeting Yin Qingxue, transformed into a stream of light, and swooped down.
"Huh? It's that guy Su Twelve... he's destroying the core of this formation?"
"If this Saint of the Holy Spirit goes down, that guy will have no chance of surviving."
"It's just that... the Holy Spirit Cult sacrifices thousands of creatures, and nine times out of ten, it is to rely on this power to attack the Cangshan Demon Sealing Seal. If they really succeed, the Cangshan group of demons will be born, and Muyun Prefecture will be occupied by demons.
This will definitely affect future plans."
"If this formation is broken, the blood and energy obtained from the sacrifice of the living beings will be dispersed, and the Holy Spirit Sect's plan will fail. But if this happens, Su Twelve will definitely take advantage of the opportunity to escape."
"That's it! We have plenty of time to target Su Twelve. If the Holy Spirit Cult's plan succeeds, or if Su Twelve is killed before the formation is broken, it will have a serious impact on me. I must not let this Holy Spirit Cult saint go to support
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As his peripheral vision swept across the ground below, Yin Qingxue immediately reacted and knew that Su Twelve must be causing trouble below.
But he also knew that the ancient evil formation was closely related to his own interests.
Thoughts flashed through him quickly, and after only a slight hesitation, Yin Qingxue responded quickly.
"Saint, why should you be anxious? The battle between you and me is not over yet!"
Under the silver mask, Yin Qingxue's mouth was bleeding, but his voice sounded relaxed.
His body moved in response to the sound, and the moment he finished speaking, he rushed under the Saint of the Holy Spirit and blocked the other party's path.
"Oh? With what you can do, if there is no obstruction from this sect, it shouldn't be difficult to leave this formation."
"But you don't want to leave, but you come to stop this sect because you think... this sect will kill you."
No?"
"If this sect's judgment is correct, in the previous battle, only 20% of the true energy in your body was left."
The Saint of the Holy Spirit frowned and stared straight at Yin Qingxue who was blocking the way.
Disdainful words could not conceal the anxiety in my heart.
The moment he finished speaking, the Haoyuan within his body decisively emerged again, and his whole body was once again filled with holy brilliance.
"Two percent of the true energy... it's enough to delay you!" Yin Qingxue said calmly, and the movements of his hands were also dissatisfied.
A series of magic formulas urged the decision, the moonlight sword light surrounded the whole body, and the speed continued to increase.
"The consequence of blind confidence is nothing more than wasting your life! I will use this trick to send you to a new life!"
"Bodhisattva Seal·Cihang Extradition!"
The light voice lengthened its pitch.
The holy lady of the Holy Spirit Church was angry and used strong moves again. In the holy brilliance, a solemn and loving figure appeared.
The Prime Minister pinched the Buddhist seal with his hand. Wherever the Buddha's light went, a strange path was paved with a sea of blood and corpses, spreading at an alarming speed and sweeping towards Yin Qingxue.
"Superborn! The saint is serious, I still want to live a few more years!"
"Leng Yue Twelve Poems·Dance of Night Shadows!"
Yin Qingxue looked solemn, resolutely cut his palm, raised his hand, and spread the blood all over the moonlight surrounding him.
In an instant, the bright moon disk turned into a blood moon.
Under the blood moon, Yin Qingxue's body trembled slightly, splitting into two, and then split into four, turning into hundreds of figures.
The path of corpses in the blood sea twists and turns, passing through one figure after another in the blink of an eye, but it fails to cause the slightest impact.
"Huh? How come, they are all ghosts?"
The Holy Spirit Saint Saint's eyelids twitched and she was suddenly surprised.
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of phantoms were seen, each holding a different sword technique.