Golden thunder enveloped dozens of feet in radius, and in just a moment, the ground was baptized by the thunder and turned into broken glass.
The great shaman resisted desperately, but the scepter and deer bone magic weapon could not hold on even for a breath when they came into contact with the thunder, and were directly shattered.
The great shaman was finally turned into ashes under the golden thunder!
In fact, in terms of strength, when Xue Hong first entered the Zhixuan realm, one person could conquer the shaman lineage alone.
However, the shaman lineage is inherited from ancient witchcraft and is famous for its weirdness. If you are not careful, you will be tricked.
The previous Xue Hong, who had not yet reached great success in the Dahuang Court, was naturally wary of the shaman lineage, and Xue Hong's Yuan Shen was constantly warning, indicating that the shaman lineage did have a way to threaten the Zhixuan realm.
But now that Xue Hong's Dahuang Court has been completed, and Tai Chi's manifestation always surrounds the soul, no matter how weird the shaman's methods are, they will never be able to hurt Xue Hong.
Seeing the great shaman's instant defeat, the remaining foreign cultivators scattered and fled in all directions.
However, there is the suppression of the phantom of the Tai Chi diagram in the sky, and the blockade of "encirclement with swords and bridges painted with smoke and willows" on the ground. The palace walls with golden seal characters hanging from the Tai Chi diagram block all escape routes in all directions.
Xue Hong: "You must have harvested a lot of luck over the years, right? It just so happens that I am short of luck, so I will use your luck to make up for it!"
Order the sword to surround, and the sword array to rise!"
As Xue Hong turned his hands and sleeves with both hands, mobilizing his true energy, the ink marks on the earth turned into a sharp sword.
At the same time, the shadow of the Tai Chi diagram in the sky and the surrounding palace walls quickly shrank with Xue Hong as the center.
Thousands of ink swords were heard buzzing on the ground, and the shadow of the Tai Chi diagram in the sky became heavier and heavier. It became more and more difficult to move, so Xue Hong could only let it be slaughtered.
One of the shamans seemed unwilling to give in. The moment the sword formation approached, he used his own life as a sacrifice and cast a spell on Xue Hong.
I saw the Xuanwu shadow above Xue Hong's head reappearing, and just a look dispelled the power of disaster floating above Xue Hong's head.
At this point, all the foreign cultivators who came to cut off the dragon veins were all dead.
Xue Hong: "It's really easy for you to let you die in such a painful way, huh! You actually want to touch my Ming Dynasty dragon vein!"
Xue Hong's Yuanshen turned into a ball of golden light, wrapped around Jigong's Yuanshen and disappeared.
In the underground secret room of Bowenhou Mansion, Xue Hong Yuanshen returned to the body, and at the same time brought back Jigong's remnant soul, and supported it through luck and Dahuangting's true energy to speed up the recovery of Jigong Living Buddha.
The true energy surged in Xue Hong's hand, and the true energy turned into a sword, and disappeared again.
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Near Langjuxu Mountain, this is where the shamans gather, and it is also the hinterland of the Mongolian people.
This mountain was once a holy mountain for the Huns during the Han Dynasty, so there is still a lot of residual luck here.
The lineage of shamans who rely on luck to extend their lifespan naturally likes this place very much.
Almost all the shamans living near Langjuxu Mountain are over a hundred years old and rely on their luck to survive.
Originally, the Mongol Empire fell apart. Logically speaking, Mongolia is allowed to have luck, but not national luck.
However, in order to make themselves immortal, a few elder shamans used some unknown means to forcibly turn the luck of a Mongolian tribe into the luck of the country, and then entrusted their own souls to it.
Because the Yuanshen relied on luck, this also meant that as long as the shamans did not seek death and attacked the emperor, they would not be suppressed by the dragon's energy.
But there is no perfect method in the world. Although the shamans can reunite some of the scattered luck of the Mongol Empire and condense some of it into national luck, it will also aggravate the loss of luck.
If at normal speed, a tribe's fortune can support the people of the entire tribe for a hundred years, it will become ten years after it is re-aggregated into the national fortune! It will directly shrink by ten times!
Originally, this flaw was nothing in the eyes of the shamans. After all, they only needed to rob the Ming Dynasty from time to time to repair their luck.
But no one expected that Ming Dynasty’s Luck Divine Dragon, which was already in a broken and dying state, would come back to life for some unknown reason!
After the Ming Dynasty also updated Jiubian's firearms, the Mongolian tribes no longer had the ability and courage to harass Jiubian.
Therefore, a group of shamans cut off the source of their luck, so naturally they thought of burning the boat and cutting off the dragon veins of the Ming Dynasty!
But just now...
"It's bad! The great shaman's soul has disappeared!"
"The spirit of Elder Gesarza has also disappeared!"
In just a few breaths, the soul marks of several shaman elders and a dozen shaman masters all disappeared!
A shaman suddenly said: "Could it be that after the great shaman and the others cut off the dragon's veins, they were backlashed and died together?"
Everyone definitely made sense, so they all looked to the south.
A thousand-mile golden dragon shadow was lazily entrenched above the Ming Dynasty. It seemed that it was aware of the gaze from the north. The luck golden dragon opened its eyes, and its golden flames flashed: "Roar!!!"
A dragon roar frightened all the shamans into thinking.
What's going on with this big fat dragon? It's almost dying! It's too much to be brought back to life, but why is it so much bigger! It even looks like a dragon hiding in the abyss!
"Baiyun Huangting Taoist family, a piano, a sword and a cup of tea."
A clear voice sounded from the horizon, and following the voice came a ball of golden light falling. At the same time, the golden light passed through the ground, and several shamans died one after another.
The golden light dispersed, revealing the figure inside, it was Xue Hong.
Xue Hong was in the enemy's territory, but he seemed to be in a deserted place. He walked leisurely in the courtyard with his hands behind his back and continued to recite the poem: "
The wind is cool and cold, looking at the clouds sideways, the mood is soothing and the flowers are blooming in the mist.
Sitting here discussing ancient and modern Xuanyuan affairs, I dream of three thousand worlds of mortals, so close to each other and so far away."
A large number of figures surrounded Xue Hong, staring eagerly.
No shaman would be stupid enough to ask Xue Hong why he came. It was obvious enough that he was here to cause trouble!
Xue Hong Yuanshen looked around and saw that the sky above Langjuxu Mountain was densely intertwined with various fortunes, making it extremely chaotic.
It doesn’t matter, the Lucky Dragon is not picky about food, as long as you feed it, it will be digested in a while!
Xue Hong: "Everyone has a chance to save his life, and that counts as your ability!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Hong's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of a shaman elder. The shaman elder wanted to resist, but the next moment, the blood mist dispersed, and Xue Hong withdrew the palm that covered the shaman elder's Tianling Cap.
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"Drink. Even if you inhabit your soul, you still can't change the weakness of your physical body."
Xue Hong didn't give the other party a chance to answer, and his figure actually split into three, killing three more people at the same time!
The shamans were unable to fight back, and many shamans also tried to use spells and even curses.