The look of the strong man in golden armor became extremely ugly. His body shook, and endless majesty radiated out, like the reincarnation of Vajra Buddha, with soaring momentum.
Li Tianxing gave a cold shout, waved his sleeves and robes, and poured down the majestic spiritual energy. He made seals with his hands, and the spiritual energy quickly condensed into a shield in the air, and all the pressure that came from the attack was dispersed.
"Wu Daokun, you are getting more and more presumptuous." Li Tianxing's face was filled with chills.
The strong man in golden armor stepped forward, clenching his fists, veins popping up on his forehead, exuding a violent aura, and his beast-like eyes filled with anger, making people feel chilling.
He spoke every word in a sonorous voice: "Li Tianxing, sweep the snow in front of your door and don't worry about the frost on other people's houses. You don't need to worry about my affairs."
"Wu Daokun, you don't have the final say here alone, right? Sect Leader Xu." Li Tianxing snorted coldly and looked at the man in the flame robe beside him.
I saw him narrowing his eyes slightly, counting with his fingers, looking up at the blazing sun, paused, and said: "Gang Leader Wu, if you are not as good as me when it comes to martial arts, and even less so when it comes to the way of fire, at this moment, it is
The best time to break the formation, please cooperate with Gang Leader Wu!"
The strong man in golden armor was silent. He looked back, but did not see the figure. He felt a little disappointed in his heart. He sighed slightly and said: "Please also ask Sect Leader Xu to preside over the formation-breaking method."
Li Tianxing breathed a sigh of relief and sneered in his heart, "How can you defeat this city lord?"
There was an uproar on the mountain platform, and countless eyes focused on those figures. They were outstanding and majestic.
On the back of a solitary rock on the cliff, a figure in black clothes stood proudly on it. His eyes were like a hungry eagle, cold and sharp. There were several people standing beside him, and when he looked at that figure, he was full of awe.
Queen Li Xingtian, in front of Li Yunxi, stood a young man in a brocade uniform. He was serious in speech, his eyes were as sharp as lightning, and he was cold and handsome. He exuded the spirit of contempt for everything. Li Yunxi stood behind him respectfully, not daring to speak, just because he was his eldest brother.
The younger generation king of Tianlong City, Li Xingtian’s stepson—Li Yunlan.
In comparison, another figure is even more eye-catching. She is standing behind a middle-aged beautiful woman. Her silky black hair is blowing in the wind, her eyes are like stars and the bright moon, she walks like a weak willow supporting the wind, and her cheeks are slightly pink.
Red, with a high and straight nose, and a faint look back, which makes people tremble physically and mentally.
At this moment, above the sky, a wooden boat flew in the sky, and the four figures on it instantly attracted everyone's attention. Li Tianxing looked at a thin figure on the boat, and a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. He vaguely felt
, it seems as if I have seen it somewhere.
Next to him, a fat-headed, big-eared monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, holding a rosary, wearing a cassock, chanting scriptures, very eye-catching.
The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at the fat monk and then at the woman standing at the head of the boat. She couldn't help but smile and said: "Master Yan, this fat monk is really interesting!"
The man in white robe stared at the figure on the boat and said nothing.
The wooden boat was suspended on the rock, and the figures on the boat jumped off one after another. The old man in white robe made seals with his hands, and the wooden boat quickly shrank and got into his pendant.
The old man in white robe walked towards the man in white robe and bowed slightly.
The man in white robe smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work!"
The man in the flame robe coughed a few times, looked at everyone, and said, "Gentlemen, give me a helping hand."
He took out six red talismans from his cuffs, with flame runes printed on them. The talismans were suspended in the air and flew to six directions. He bit his finger lightly and flicked it. A drop of blood was printed on one of the talismans. Suddenly, it was
The fire was so bright that the blazing flames transformed into a fire dragon with teeth and claws, rushing into the formation with a terrifying aura.
"What are you waiting for?" he urged, sweating profusely and his face turning pale.
Li Tianxing was the first to get ready, and the other four people also followed suit. In a moment, a huge fire appeared outside the cave, and the entire mountain began to shake violently. The invisible formation was burned by the flames, creating a crack.
"Those who hold the jade slips with quotations, step on it quickly." Li Tianxing shouted.
As soon as he finished speaking, the cold man behind him took several steps and stepped into it. The black-shirted figure on the solitary stone flashed and disappeared. The woman behind the beautiful woman had her red lips slightly curled up, as if she was flirting with charm, and her lotus feet
Press lightly and step towards the crack.
"Namo Amitabha, please go ahead, the donor, and come later, the poor monk." The big-eared monk smiled and moved out of the way.
The thin figure next to him pushed him, and he was stunned. He clasped his hands together like an eminent monk. He took a hard step and jumped towards the crack.
Then, the thin figure beside him also entered...
The rocks in the cave are intertwined like canines, exuding waves of cold air, which is creepy. The thin figure, that is, Lin Zixuan, emits soul fluctuations to explore the environment inside the cave, but when his soul touches the cave wall, he is...
This wonderful power is isolated, like a stone sinking into the sea, silent and silent.
Lin Zixuan then looked forward, and there was light in his eyes, but it was extremely dark inside, and it was so quiet that it was disturbing.
Next to him, Su Fucai silently recited scriptures and closed his eyes.
Lin Zixuan looked behind her and saw a large area soaked through. Yan Danchen's beautiful eyes were flashing, and the green gauze was undulating in the cold wind. She whispered: "What's the gain?"
Lin Zixuan shook his head. Apart from the figures in front of him, all he saw was endless darkness.
When everyone was at a loss, the cave began to shake violently, the wind roared, and countless gravels rolled down the cave walls.
And deep in the cave, a huge void crack appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
A few brave people actually started to move forward, but more people still stood there and looked carefully.
Suddenly, the young man in black clothes at the front moved with the wind, like a galloping horse, extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he got into the crack, followed by several people.
The cold man next to Li Yunxi glanced at him, his face hardened, he jumped up into the air, and in a few steps, he ducked into it.
At this time, someone said: "Cultivation is something that goes against heaven. If we have to flinch at all these difficulties, we are in vain as cultivators."
Under his words, more and more people were eager to move in, and they stepped into it one after another.
Su Fucai looked at the disappearing figure beside him, sighed, and said: "Amitabha, the Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will? The poor monk followed the donors to slay demons."
He pushed Lin Zixuan beside him and whispered: "Brother Lin, if we don't leave, the opportunity will leave us."
He stepped forward, while Yan Danchen stepped slightly towards the crack. Lin Zixuan took a deep breath and stepped into it again.
After traveling for an unknown amount of time, Lin Zixuan and others were teleported to a huge palace. Looking up, they saw the sky filled with blood, with mountains of dead bones piled up around them, and a rolling river of blood flowing in front of the palace. The entire palace had three floors, and a demon statue stood majestically in front of the tall hall.
, the temple is shrouded in pitch-black demonic mist, and the towering stone pillars are coiled with the corpses of hundreds of feet of demonic dragons, constantly emitting astonishing evil aura outwards.
As Lin Zixuan stared at him, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable all over. In the palace, the bells rang, and the thick and ancient sound was like the sound of death resounding between heaven and earth: sadness, the obsession of gods and demons, the endless sea of suffering and death; sadness, the disaster of the common people, wind and rain
Weeping together is in vain.
Then, a sigh came from the palace, old and feeble: "The dead grass is brought back to life by the east wind, but the bones are withered and the east wind blows them away. I lament that the world is rampant, so I specially built this phantom hall to entrust the wandering souls of the dead!!" (To be completed)