Family Cultivation: I have a skill panel

Chapter 313
After the five-color old man learned that he was trapped by the big formation.

Immediately, five auras of gold, blue, black, red, and yellow emerged from his body like fireworks exploding.

The chunky monk surnamed Zha didn't move too slowly. Almost at the same time, a huge gray gourd taller than a person appeared out of thin air.

However, the Wanyou Ghost Array moved faster than the two of them. In this short breath, the billowing ghost fog had already covered the entire island, and countless ghosts of different shapes roared past in the ghost fog. Creaking and creeping screams, the ear-piercing screams of the ghost made the two of them dizzy and confused, they were so frightened that they quickly used their spiritual energy to stabilize their minds.

In a short while, the entire island seemed to be a purgatory on earth. Such a large battle was not a simple formation at first glance.

The two looked at each other, and they all gave a soft shout. The magic weapons each showed their supernatural powers, and all kinds of auras shot towards the ghost fog. However, even though the two of them killed many ghosts with various methods, the ghost fog just rolled. Not only that, more ghosts were wrapped in the ghost fog, hitting the two of them like a stormy sea.

Although the ghost did not cause much damage to the two of them, it also caused them headaches. They even stayed in the ghost fog for a long time, and gradually felt a little uncomfortable all over their bodies, their bodies became stiff, and their ghostly aura penetrated their bones.

This made it impossible for the two of them to remain calm, and they urged more magic weapons and methods to protect themselves.

"Five-Colored Fellow Daoist! Do you know what kind of formation this is, what grade it is, and why it's so weird!"

The momentum of the Wanyou Ghost Formation caused the two of them's faces to change, and they panicked for a while.

"Fellow daoist, don't panic. From my perspective, this formation seems to be an extremely rare large formation of ghosts. Isn't your four-eyed crane specialized in the method of ghosts? You don't need it now, when will it be?"

Compared with the panic and uncertainty of the monk surnamed Zha, the five-color old man has a higher level of cultivation and wider knowledge after all, so he appears calmer.

"Of course you don't need to tell me about this matter, Cha Mou naturally knows about it"

The monk surnamed Zha glanced at the five-color old man with implied displeasure, and then tore off a strange leather bag from his waist. The bag was wrinkled, like the stomach of some kind of monster.

"Bastard! It's time for you to act!"

Cultivator surnamed Zha was very rude to his spirit beast. He threw the bag on the ground, and a mass of rays of light exploded. With the sound of a crisp crane cry, a strange crane with a pale body and four eyes stood on one leg. , showing his figure.

As soon as the beast came out, the effect was immediate, the surrounding ghost fog was shaken, and the wandering ghosts retreated one after another.

At the same time, the Strange Crane saw a beam of glow from each of Ghost Mist's four eyes, hitting straight into the Ghost Mist, and as long as the ghosts hit by the glow were screaming, they collapsed.

"Fellow Daoist, this spirit beast is still undiminished. In the Cave of Death, if it wasn't for the four-eyed crane of Fellow Daoist to fight the ghost king, I'm afraid we would have fallen a long time ago."

The five-color old man knew that this person had a weird temper, and he was a little dissatisfied with his talkativeness just now, so he could only praise a few words at this time.

Sure enough, upon hearing the praise from the five-color old man, the monk surnamed Zha grinned again, his fierce face trembled and said:

"Hey, fellow Taoists of five colors, please don't praise us first. Since someone is here to ambush us, the matter may not be so simple. Let's use our own methods to see which fellow Taoist actually arranged such a large ghost formation to greet us. "

Cultivator surnamed Zha learned how to be good this time, and became more cautious. The huge gourd behind him emitted a cloud of gray gas, like a gray dragon lingering around him.

The five-color old man even urged the five-color aura on his body straight into the sky, and the two men's momentum rose sharply. Coupled with the four-eyed crane's great power, they suppressed the ghost fog.

However, before the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, nine pale thunder lights suddenly shot out from the ghostly mist, and they rushed towards the four-eyed crane that kept shooting out rays of light, "Shua!", the four-eyed crane seemed to be He had noticed it a long time ago, and when his four eyes gathered together, a huge beam of sunlight greeted him.

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, the four-eyed crane held its head high, showing elegance, while within the ghostly mist, the white skull jumping all over its body also showed a ferocious appearance.

"Huh!? It's actually a demon ghost at the level of a ghost king!"

Seeing the appearance of the thunder-hating ghost king, the expressions of the two of them changed again. Ghost king-level ghosts are extremely rare, because they are more difficult to advance than Jindan cultivators, unless it is an ancient magic cave like the Death Cave, where the yin energy is like Only by springing can there be a chance to give birth to the ghost king, which is really difficult to meet in the outside world.

"This time I'm going to bother fellow daoist's four-eyed crane again!"

The five-color old man knew that the ghost king was difficult to deal with. If it weren't for the spirit beasts that specialize in ghosts, he would have to spend a lot of energy to kill them.

"good to say"

When the magic weapon in the hands of the monk surnamed Zha moved, the four-eyed crane that had been about to move immediately raised its wings, and with a "swish", it turned into a pale aura and shot straight into the ghost fog, fighting with the thunder ghost king.

Although when the thunder of the ghost king who hates the thunder is fierce, he can only fight and retreat when he encounters the four-eyed crane that restrains it. Thunder and Xiaguang collided, turning the ghost fog upside down.

And just when the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, amidst the surging ghost fog, streaks of blue light rushed out like flying fish in the sea of ​​fog.

"Not good! Why are there still sword repairs!"

Following the exclamation of the two, a four-eyed crane screamed suddenly from the ghost fog, and then a gray shadow shot out of the ghost fog with a bloody light. There were three big holes on one wing, It turned out that he was seriously injured in an instant, and the monk surnamed Zha roared: "My god crane!" Obviously very sorry.

However, the two of them didn't care about other things. Seeing the blue light and sword light coming from the ghost mist, they activated the aura of body protection and various magic weapons to resist.

"Ding ding ding!"

The sword energy was like rain, hitting the precious light defense of the two, and then splashed to the ground, making the ground pitted in a short while, but no one was injured.

However, the four-eyed crane was not so lucky. It became a sieve in the blue sword rain, and the body of the white crane was covered with blood holes and lost its breath.

"I'm going to kill you! You bastard who hides his head and shows his tail!"

After a wave of sword rain, the monk surnamed Zha uttered cruel words, and his ferocious face was even more hideous. With the tactic in his hand, groups of gray fire crows emerged from the gray gourd behind him like a big chimney. Those fire crows chirped and fluttered. A large ash cloud formed.

The gray fire crow flew into the ghost fog, walking through no one's land, making croaking noises, as if looking for the person behind the ambush of the two.

However.Following another wave of cyan sword rain flying out of the ghost mist, all the gray fire crows were wiped out, leaving nothing left.

Not only that, two blue giant swords suddenly appeared above the heads of the two of them, and they fell down like Mount Tai.

"not good!!"

Due to the influence of the ghost fog, the two couldn't concentrate at all, and even had to use various methods to resist the approach of the ghost fog, which caused the two of them to be a bit slower in reacting to the blue giant sword above their heads.

"Boom!"

The cyan giant sword landed directly on the auras of various magic weapons held up by the two of them. The auras of magic weapons that were originally quite mysterious collapsed layer by layer, and both of them vomited blood, which was a big loss.

Fortunately, after the two exploded a few magic weapons, they finally blocked the giant sword.

If the monk surnamed Zha hadn't been surrounded by the "gray dragon" who helped offset almost [-]% of the impact of the giant sword, he would have been seriously injured and fell to the ground at this time.

However, before the two of them had recovered their breath, the cyan sword light roared from the sky again, as if it would never stop.

The two hurriedly threw out a few more magic weapons, the golden core spun wildly, opened the remaining aura shield, and continued to defend passively.

At this moment, the two finally realized that there was something wrong with the person who set up the formation. If they just fell into this formation, they still had a few percent chances of escaping, but the person behind the formation was actually such a powerful man. Sword cultivator, that would be mysterious, since he has such a strong strength, how cautious he must be to hide his head and reveal his tail with formations to assist him.

"Fellow Daoist Five Colors, what kind of concubine does this nun have, she is so powerful, didn't you say that she is lonely and has no friends!"

Cultivator surnamed Zha touched the blood from the corner of his mouth and felt chills all over his body. After knowing that the situation was not good, he complained all over the five-color old man.

The five-color old man was already startled and irritable at the moment. Hearing the words of the monk surnamed Cha, his dissatisfaction with him broke out even more, and his face sank and he said in displeasure:

"If Fellow Daoist Zha has any means, just use it at this moment, why bother to accuse the old man here, what the old man said before is true, do you think I am using my own Taoism to joke with you? In a hurry, you and I won’t be so passive, the words have come to this point, if fellow daoists have a way, just leave, otherwise you and I will attack together, break the formation first and then talk.”

The short and fat monk surnamed Zha's face turned cold when he heard the words, a green light flashed in his eyes, obviously quite annoyed by the words of the five-color old man.

However, unexpectedly, this person's expression immediately changed, and he agreed greatly:
"Hey, fellow five-color daoist, don't be annoyed, it's because Zha is talking too much, doesn't fellow daoist still have the black light of the falling sun, can't he break the formation?"

Hearing that monk surnamed Zha softened his clothes, the five-color old man's face eased a bit, and he resumed his previous tone and explained:

"My Falling Sun Black Light is okay against the enemy, but I lack some power in breaking the formation. If Fellow Daoist Zha has the means to find the person who set up the formation, I can hit him hard in one fell swoop."

"That's it, I'm here to break through this ghost fog."

As he said that, the monk surnamed Zha slapped the storage bag, and out of it flew a knife, a talisman, and a strange abacus magic weapon. The three magic weapons of different shapes burst into different auras, and rushed into the ghost fog with great momentum.

However, following several gloomy and cold thunder flashes, there were several sounds of magic weapons being damaged in the ghost fog, which made the monk surnamed Zha very depressed.

"This ghost king doesn't know any supernatural powers, so he can easily destroy magic weapons!"

"How good is this!"

This time, the two fell into a predicament without a clue.

Just when the two were struggling with the formation and the endless sword energy, somewhere in the formation, Zhao Xiuxuan watched the two run into walls in the formation leisurely and contentedly.

It's just that they keep playing Dao Dao Jue in their hands, like walking in a courtyard, or they stimulate the sword energy, or run the sword array, or just hate the Thunder Ghost King, it can be said that it is effortless to deal with the two.

All of this, in Nangong Hongye's eyes, she was shocked, her eyes lingered on Zhao Xiuxuan's back for a long time, and there was some disbelief on her jade-white face.

Leaving aside the monk surnamed Cha, she knows the root of the five-color old man. He is definitely a powerful Jindan monk in all regions of the Dead Sea. It is such a murderer who even used his own strength in the hands of Zhao Xiuxuan. If you don't come out, you will be teased around. Although there is a large formation to assist, just looking at the changing appearance of this formation, it is not something ordinary monks can arrange.

Not to mention the earth-shattering sword cultivation method that was just unleashed, the giant sword is like a mountain, illuminating the night, and the sword light bursts like the light of a torch.

I have always heard that the monks who inherited the ancient sword cultivator are of great strength. This is the first time that Nangong Hongye has seen the real might of a sword cultivator. It is really an eye-opener.

Zhao Xiuxuan didn't know anything about what was going on in her mind. After silently staring at the formation for a few moments, he flipped his hand, and a scroll appeared in his hand. Then he tossed it lightly, and the scroll slowly opened.

【Picture of Moling Peak】

As soon as this treasure came out, a gigantic peak appeared in the ghost fog, and after its stature skyrocketed, it pressed towards the two people in the formation majesticly.

It's not over yet, Zhao Xiuxuan waved his left hand, and another piece of gray light densely flew into the formation in his sleeve.

【Ghost Yin Flying Needle】

The special dim light of the flying needle magic weapon flickers and flashes, which is undetectable in the ghost fog, making it hard to guard against.

Almost at the same time, Zhao Xiuxuan's left shoulder "Puff" several times, and clusters of green fire suddenly condensed, and the hot and explosive spiritual energy made Nangong Hongye's delicate body tremble, and moved away a little.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

[Huanghuo Lingyu] The condensed green fire also rushed into the formation.

In order to quickly take down the two of them, Zhao Xiuxuan used a lot of tricks this time.

With the sudden change of his offensive, the five-color old man and the monk surnamed Zha in the Wanyou ghost formation became even more stressed, and even began to be defeated like a mountain.

"Friends of Five Colors, save me!"

"The old man is too busy to take care of himself! You have to do it yourself! Not good!"

"No!"

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The voices in the ghost fog came one after another, all kinds of magical lights and spells appeared on the stage after you sang, and there was an endless stream of rumbling and violent sounds.

However, as time passed, begging for mercy began to sound in the formation. It was the somewhat weak voice of the five-color old man:

"Ahem. I don't know which Taoist friend Chen Ji offended. I'm willing to bow down, and I hope that I can spare Chen's life for the sake of fellow monks. From now on, from the five-color sect, how about respecting the elders?"

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It seems that the five-color old man was also driven to a dead end, and could only beg for mercy from his inferior status. However, how could Zhao Xiuxuan be bought for the sake of a nonexistent elder? This kind of magic weapon exploded with a brain, and hit the five-color old man directly.

"Ah! You! The old man will not let you go even if he is a ghost!"

In the formation, Chen Ji, the old man of five colors, roared helplessly, even cursing.

Zhao Xiuxuan turned a deaf ear to this and focused on the final ending. After a while, there was no life in the tumbling Wanyou ghost formation, and there were two broken bodies lying on the bumpy ground. It seemed that the two Golden Core cultivators were already dead and could not die anymore. up.

But Zhao Xiuxuan didn't finish it rashly, instead he muttered something, and then a white skull flew out from the ghost mist, and under Zhao Xiuxuan's order, the King of Thunder Ghosts spit out two pale, dark thunders, straight towards the two. Hit the position between the eyebrows of the person.

Almost at the moment when the thunder-hating ghost king made his move, two psychedelic villains flew out with frightened faces, and then each found a direction to escape in a very tacit understanding.

The corner of Zhao Xiuxuan's mouth curled up when he saw this scene, and the gray light of the [Wanyou Banner] floating above his head moved, and the ghost fog in the Wanyou Ghost Formation immediately surrounded the two fleeing ghosts like rivers and seas.

"No! Let the old man's soul go! The old man's soul can't last long, and he will be reincarnated after it disappears!"

Legend has it that if a monk's soul cannot be seized within a period of time, it will dissipate on its own. At this time, the monk can still be reincarnated, but if the soul is broken up, he will never be able to reincarnate. suspect.

The five-color old man once again disregarded his face, begging for mercy for a chance of reincarnation, and he couldn't see the appearance of the former five-color sect ancestor, but he still didn't know who to beg for mercy so far, so he could only kowtow in the middle of the ghost fog in a daze , West a Jishou.

However, Zhao Xiuxuan didn't give him this chance of reincarnation, and the ghosts who had long coveted for a long time rushed forward, tearing him to pieces in an instant amidst the screams of the five-color old man's spirit.

Seeing this scene, the spirit of another cultivator surnamed Cha smiled viciously. In the next second, a ghostly blue soul light exploded in the ghost fog, and countless ghosts who rushed forward were blown into powder, and the ghost fog appeared as a result. A vacancy with a radius of ten feet was created.

However, after a while, the ghost mist gathered again, but there were as many as three hundred ghosts missing.

"He actually blew his soul? It saved him from the pain of devouring the soul."

Zhao Xiuxuan shook his head, seeming a little regretful.

Now that the souls of both of them are gone, the matter is naturally accomplished, Zhao Xiuxuan then pinched Fa Jue, the [Wanyou Banner] above his head began to shake non-stop, and the ghost fog in the formation was quickly absorbed into the Wanyou Banner.

And Nangong Hongye, who had been watching all this silently behind her, now opened her mouth wide and showed her white teeth. Obviously, she never expected that Zhao Xiuxuan could solve the five-color old man so easily. Can't take advantage of the Jindan late-stage monks.

The ghost fog dissipated, and the Thunder Ghost King also got into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the whole island slowly returned to calm.

A group of Qiaomumen monks who were specially taken care of by Zhao Xiuxuan stood up tremblingly from a corner of the deserted island. Because of the cover of the ghost fog, they didn't know that the two golden core monks had just fallen, but only felt that they had just passed away. Some kind of dead soul hell has come back, escaped from the sky full of howling ghosts and souls.

Especially the head of the Qiaomu Sect, after confirming that he and his disciples were safe and sound, he almost knelt down and kowtowed to Zhao Xiuxuan.

After the Wanyou formation completely dissipated, a dignified Taoist nun stood up from sitting cross-legged, and looked in disbelief at the corpses of the two Golden Core cultivators lying on the ground.

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