Taoist chanting

In the secret room of the cave mansion, there is a strong mix of cold and spiritual energy. Zhang Wenfeng sits cross-legged on a jade tree pier, and uses his hands to strike out formulas from time to time. There are strands of blue mist lingering around his body, slowly circling, and little lights flicker like stars.

One arm away in front of him, the surface of the five-foot-high mysterious bronze lamp has some ancient ghost patterns emerging, and the dim light echoes.

The reflection of the stone chamber is eerie and strange, not like the scene in the world.

With the help of the still state of mind formed by the magical power of the "Blue Light Reflecting Curse", his body can have about an hour of sobriety every day. After trying for an unknown amount of time, he is now able to cooperate with the little element immersed in the Soul Suppressing Hall. The rudiments of the gods, and the bronze lamps are sacrificed together, and if it is within a limited time, one person can really be used as two people.

At other times, the noumenal consciousness fell into a deep sleep and practiced.

It is extremely important for him that the divine consciousness can dominate the main body for an hour every day. He doesn't worry about putting the cart before the horse and the strong branch dominates the weak.

During the waking period, he takes time to think, check, or accumulate sparks of inspiration, concentrate on self-cultivation, and don't think about external affairs, the world will still turn around if he leaves him.

Feeling that the small world in the Hall of Souls is being repaired and stabilized every day, expanding to the dark place at a very slow speed, and there are more and more ghosts in it, he feels the joy of creating the world, and watching it every day makes him satisfied.

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The vast continent, within the forbidden area.

A demon patrol team composed of Taoist, Confucianist, witchcraft and Shixiu, all eight members are third-level monks, and the principal and deputy captains all have third-level perfect cultivation. They formed a formation and flew slowly along the low altitude.

The setting sun was setting in the west, and the blood-like sunset dyed the deserted and forbidden magic area with a desolate and desolate color.

Nearly a year passed, and the [-]-kilometer forbidden area was as tight as an iron bucket. However, the magician was not found and eliminated by the magician.

The idea of ​​using the magic-forbidden array to separate and compress the activity space of the devil was greatly blocked in the last hundred miles or so.

The two sides are currently in a stalemate. The human monks keep arranging formations and advancing deeply, but they can't control them for a few days, and they will be destroyed by the devil at night. They have fought countless times, and each time the devil has drilled into the ground to escape.

"Magic attack!"

The monk flying in the head suddenly shouted, and an amulet on his waist flashed as a warning. The devil approached a hundred feet away, revealing a trace of breath and preparing to attack. Volatility shrinks.

"Boom", a group of black and red flames appeared out of thin air, and hit the tall and thin Taoist priest in the middle on the left.

The ferocious attack knocked out the Taoist priest who had changed his face and tried to improve his defense several feet, and with a "bang" a raging black and red flame burst out, engulfing the screaming and struggling Taoist priest.

"beat!"

The head monk shouted, a brown bead flashed in the air and hit the empty space on the right.

Three other people followed suit, and the magic formulas and treasures rushed to them. The remaining three people held magic weapons to strengthen their defense. After dealing with the devil for a long time, each demon patrol team formed a set of countermeasures.

The devil is very cunning, so far they can still resist, and even injured the sneak attacking devil, but they have to be careful.

A beam of talisman flew high into the sky, exploded with a bang, and the sound spread two hundred miles away.

"No, the devil is here!"

A Confucianism cultivator who strengthened the protection realized something was wrong and shouted.

Many attacks caused a cloud of black air to be exposed and shattered. Two groups of black and red flames hit the protective mask almost at the same time, and the impact of the huge explosion shook three of them in the formation.

"Strengthen protection, don't attack..."

The head monk sensed something was wrong, and the strength of the devil was different again, so he still had a chance to survive if he stood by and waited for help.

A black fist shadow suddenly fell from above, breaking the precarious situation to pieces. Two people were swept out by a black air and fell into crisis. Their bodies were on fire. I couldn't figure out what to do, and I was dizzy.

"Quickly let go..."

Another monk lost his composure and shouted in panic.

The head monk flicked his cuffs, took out a small bag and poured it into the air, showing the burly figure of the magic weapon monk, and immediately hit a white mana on the magic weapon monk.

Monk Fabao opened his eyes, took a step, and disappeared like a shadow, carrying an unrivaled strong wind and slamming into the air hundreds of meters away.

"The devil, stop running!"

"Bang", the black air collapsed into the air.

The magic weapon monk swung his fists and slammed them everywhere, and in an instant, countless fist figures like wheels shot out in the air.

Within a few miles, the barren hills collapsed, the trees were smashed into pieces, and the roar of fists did not let go of any gaps. Even a monk who was on fire exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

This way of fighting without distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy made them tremble with fear.

"Baby, you can't do anything to this old man, don't damage your vajra body, it will be the old man's demon body in the future, hahaha."

The old wanton laughter came from the air, misty and missing.

Monk Fabao stopped his hands with a gloomy face, and snorted coldly, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with the devil.

The failure of this plan made him feel depressed. He stared at the head monk and shouted: "Kechen, why didn't you wait to release me? With your ability, you can hold on for a while under the hands of the devil. You will miss the opportunity , what should I do?"

As for holding on for a while longer, he didn't care whether the other people were still alive.

The monk named Kechen put his palms together and bowed his body. He knew the temperament of the master of the magic weapon, so he didn't dare to defend himself. He said: "It's because I was impatient and didn't grasp the opportunity. I am willing to accept the crime!"

The monk who had yelled to "let go" before clasped his hands together and bowed his head, his expression changed from nervousness.

Monk Fabao looked away. If he did something wrong, he dared to talk back to him. The consequences would be very serious. He slapped Kechen in a bad mood. His figure flickered and disappeared without saying how to punish Kechen.

Kechen heaved a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice: "All gather around, stand by and wait for help, and be careful that the devil leaves and returns."

The other five quickly formed a new protective formation with Kechen as the center, including the Wuxiu who was burned by the magic fire, defending with all their strength, separately watching the movement everywhere.

Soon, three fourth-tier monks flew from the sky to meet them, asked a few questions, and escorted the six of them to fly south.

In the dark night, in the city on the edge of the magic-forbidden area.

Lu Changyuan sat on the upper seat and sighed: "The strength of the devil has returned to the early stage of the fourth level. Although he was injured by the magic weapon master, after a few days the devil's injury will heal, and it will be even more difficult to deal with. If you have any good strategies, feel free to suggest them Discuss."

Gu Qingrong looked at Tu Kun on the left, and asked: "Friend Tu, can you contact Fang, who is traveling abroad, and ask her to come to help? With Fang's combat power, if you find a magic trace, maybe you can kill it with a single strike. We can no longer allow the devil to continue to recover, lest it cause an unmanageable disaster."

Tu Kun nodded and said: "Some time ago, I sent a flying sword to try to contact Fang Daoyou, but failed. I asked Xianling Guanduo to send people to the South Yuan Continent and the West Continent to search for it, and asked her to come to the vast continent as soon as possible."

The difficulty of the devil has exceeded expectations, and it has grown too fast. All the small thoughts of the various forces have to be put away to tide over the difficulties together.

Gu Qingrong cupped his hands to show his gratitude.

While they were discussing, Lu Changyuan and Qianyan looked to the northwest at the same time. Lu Changyuan stood up and said, "It's so courageous. The devil is breaking through the big formation we set up, and he is already approaching the edge."

The crowd was astonished.

The devil wants to escape from the forbidden area.

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