Silent, but after the demonic energy appeared, it became extremely violent. When it gathered in the middle, a bird-black and shiny demonic cloud appeared in the line of sight, and then a rumbling crackling sound reached the ears, and the black
Lightning bolts erupted from the demonic cloud, and with a slight twist, it turned into a five-clawed dragon. Its entire body was made of black lightning, and it was more than twenty feet long. It looked as menacing as the monk grabbing it.
Lin Xuan was still far away at this moment. When this scene fell in his eyes, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air in his heart. Even his reaction was the same, not to mention the only remaining monk in the Misty Immortal Palace, whose face was full of fear.
At this moment, catastrophe was approaching, and he could not afford to go get the treasure.
Without saying a word, he flicked his sleeves, and an ancient scroll flew out from his sleeves. The pages of the book were opened, and a wild and primitive atmosphere came out from it.
It looked like an extraordinary treasure at first glance. However, the monk in Confucian robes had no confidence at all at the moment. The enemy was far more terrifying than imagined. The scene of the death of his senior brothers and sisters was still vivid in his mind. How could he dare to be careless and careless in the slightest?
He moved slightly, pinched a strange seal, opened his mouth at the same time, and sprayed several streams of essence and blood mixed with his life essence from his mouth.
You must know that these things are not trivial. They cannot be restored by themselves after being used up like mana. It takes at least more than a hundred years of meditation to fully restore the old outlook. Therefore, monks will not use them unless they have a last resort. However, at this moment, keeping
Life is the most important thing, and losing a little bit of cultivation is a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning, so naturally he can't care about it.
After the blood essence left the mouth, it flashed in the wind and turned into a large piece of blood mist, which was then absorbed by the ancient scroll like a whale sucking water.
The entire ancient book turned completely blood red, and a fierce aura emanated from it.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank, and there was a faint look of shock on his face. With his extensive knowledge, such a scene was unexpected.
It is obvious that the only remaining immortal cultivator in Piaomiao Immortal Palace is practicing Confucian magic.
Among the various schools of cultivating immortals, Lin Xuan is relatively unfamiliar with the Confucian skills and secrets, but he has never eaten pork and has always seen pigs running around. Some of its basic essentials are still clear and complete.
It can be said that I have a lot of Confucian skills in my heart, which emphasizes uprightness and peace.
From the name, you can guess what kind of magical power Haoran Zhengqi is. It does not contain any hostility or insidiousness. Confucianism skills are based on this, and many of them need to be combined with Haoran Zhengqi before they can be used. Therefore, the school's
The skills are also inherited from the same origin and inherit the characteristics of Haoran's righteousness and uprightness.
Of course, among the Confucian monks, there are some hypocritical and vicious ones, but the properties of their techniques will still not change. However, the world is full of wonders, and there is an exception in front of you. Looking at the blood-red ancient book
Lin Xuan's eyes were full of surprise.
He hesitated for a moment, but chose to remain silent.
boom!
I saw the flash of blood, and the pages of the ancient book seemed to be blown by the strong wind, turning constantly, and then, from the pages of the ancient book, ancient words flew out one by one.
The words were about the size of a fist, and were red in color. They flickered briefly, but quickly grew in size.
Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed. He had never seen such writing before, but it was not surprising. Although he had a lot of knowledge, it was still far behind compared to the powerful beings of Confucianism.
A ruler is shorter and an inch is longer, that's the truth.
"disease!"
I saw the monk in Confucian robes raising his right hand and pointing forward with one finger.
The blood-red words closed in the middle, and then a strong murderous aura swarmed out from inside.
roar!
The roaring sound passed into the ears, and a monster actually transformed from it. It had a ferocious appearance, with a human face and tiger legs. Its teeth were a bit like the legendary wild boar, but compared with them, they were obviously sharper, although they were made of blood.
It has transformed, but the long hair all over its body is still extremely clear.
Tsubaki machine!
Lin Xuan recognized the monster in front of him at a glance.
One of the four legendary evil spirits, when he was still in the human world, he had a split soul with it and had a lot of hatred.
Of course, the real four villains are not in front of us.
But it's probably more than just a physical resemblance. As for its exact relationship with Chunji, Lin Xuan wasn't sure.
roar!
After the blood-red Chunji appeared, he immediately roared without hesitation, and a heart-stopping aura of violence spread out from all over his body. Without saying a word, he faced the dragon condensed by black thunder and lightning.
"Huh?"
Su Yunfeng's voice clearly revealed a bit of surprise. Such a result was something he had never expected. The three people in the Piaomiao Immortal Palace, with the veteran being the strongest, were all easily killed by him. He did not expect this to happen at all.
An unassuming monk in Confucian robes could still cause so much trouble to himself. It's really beyond appearances.
The blood-colored Chun Hang was no small matter. As soon as the dragon turned into black thunder and lightning came into contact, he was clearly at a disadvantage. Chun Hang could be seen clawing and biting his teeth, and lightnings as thick as his arms kept striking down, but it was difficult to damage his fur.
Such a result made the monk in Confucian robes breathe a sigh of relief. Although he was very confident about his last magical communication, the enemy was too powerful and he was not sure whether he could win. Fortunately, he did not let himself down.
What.
Purple light spread all over his body, and he rushed towards the small cauldron again.
"court death!"
However, thunderous shouts came from the demon cloud. Lin Xuan watched coldly. Such a result obviously made the demon outside the world lose face. He went crazy and roared. The demon cloud surged violently, and then from the demonic side.
A vortex formed in the clouds.
Then, countless black and red fireballs the size of washbasins sprayed out from the vortex, numbering in the tens of millions.
However, it was not over yet. All the fireballs flashed in the wind and twisted and deformed. Then the fireballs disappeared, replaced by magic pythons as thick as yellow barrels.
Opening his bloody mouth, he pounced on Chunhang.
In terms of individual strength, these magic pythons are far inferior to the electric dragons just now, but their numbers are not the same, and if there are many ants, they can kill an elephant to death.
At first, Chun Ji could barely gain the upper hand by virtue of his size and sharp teeth and mouth, but as the demon pythons swarmed up, he became preoccupied with one thing and lost sight of the other. Soon he could no longer resist, and was swallowed up by these demon pythons and turned into nothingness.
The battle is not over yet. Although a lot of demonic pythons have been lost, there are at least a thousand of them left, with their bloody mouths wide open, and the monks in Confucian robes have now become their only target.
Because there were so many of them, they almost covered the entire sky. At this time, the monks in Confucian robes were frightened out of their wits.