Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 207 Concentric
"Ancestor!"

Celestial Master Zhang Shuangbai, Chengyun Liu Changgong, Qingxu, Yuchen, and Mingguang shouted one after another, and the spells in the fingering formulas were beaten out of the abyss.

"Hahaha……"

Yue Linyuan sat leaning against the mountain wall with his hands on his chest, looked at the master who was engulfed by the blood wave, and laughed wildly, "Old man, you still have today, haha!"

Zhang Shuangbai and the others on the right side couldn't care less about the laughing red-robed old man at this moment, they all controlled the spells they were best at, and frantically bombarded the blood wave from the surroundings.

And above the abyss, in the flame-like red mist, the old man was fighting crazily with a human-shaped silhouette. With one palm and one sleeve flicking away, he swung the ground with a huge force, and the red mist enveloping the old man was swept away. , ups and downs back and forth.And the human figure formed by the red mist did not lose the wind in the slightest. Even if the figure was scattered by the electric shock waved by the old man, it quickly re-formed the outline and turned into a puff of smoke that quickly spread over Yin Xuanling's arms, shoulders, neck, and neck. The waist was entangled, and every inch of the entanglement made a corroding sound. The purple gold robe was filled with mana, but holes of all sizes were still exposed.

"Yin Xuanling, you should understand...in the abyss...among the red mist, I am invincible...There are thousands of souls at my disposal!"

"The moment you are in the red mist, your cultivation will be reduced by one point..."

The mist turned into red threads, and the wide robe turned into pieces like a butterfly and flew around. Yin Xuanling palmed him several times, and the old man suddenly closed his eyes in a flash of lightning.

"Nine nights of divine power, replace the eyes with the sky!"

A ray of golden light suddenly bloomed between the brows, and hit the monster's figure with a bang, directly piercing the red mist, hitting the distant mountain wall, and the rock shattered and tumbled down.

"What kind of technique is this?"

The old Taoist Chengyun backed away in shock, and Zhang Shuangbai, the celestial master on one side, stopped in shock, and passed on the Fa Yin: "Qing Xu and Yu Chen, spread out, this is the lost magic of the previous generation of celestial masters!"

The moment they escaped from the red mist, a golden light shot out again, and at the same time, more dharma lights shot out from the red mist. The next moment, Yin Xuanling's figure smashed through the mist and fell to the ground, stumbling a few steps Almost fell.

The spell just now cost him a lot of mana, and with the fact that it was sucked away by the red mist, when it was difficult for the old man to return to his previous peak, Yue Linyuan, who was laughing wildly over there, supported the mountain wall and slowly got up.

"Master, you are old, hehe."

He bared his teeth and sneered, stumbled towards the wave of blood floating on the abyss, showing a little stupidity, and stretched out his hands towards the other party: "Huo You, you should agree with me, I have found sacrifices for you for more than a hundred years." You are the one who should become two with me..."

With a bang, the wave of blood extended a branch and swept across, directly knocking the red-robed old man who was staggering towards him to the ground. The floating blood wave murmured, "Why?!"

A human face was formed from the red mist. In the turbulent mist, he looked at the figure sitting on the ground with his eyes, and there were dull words.

"...I don't believe you anymore...stay here..."

The waves of blood 'bang' spread out, like a sweeping tide, with a dull and ferocious aura, rushing towards everyone overwhelmingly.Qing Xu was already shouting: "Form the formation!" Zuo Mingguang and Yu Chen also started to move, stepping forward, forming a triangular formation headed by Qing Xu, and rushed to the front with a bang.

The celestial master Zhang Shuangbai showed the magic mirror in one hand, rushed to Yin Xuanling, who was seriously worn out, and used the magic weapon to block the surging red mist, but the red mist shunted along the magic weapon in their hands like a wave.

"Patriarch, do you still have the energy?!" The celestial master looked back at the old man with his eyes closed behind him. The latter slowly opened his eyes, grasped them with one hand, and gathered his mana to slap the red mist that diverted and gathered. flickering madly.

However, the floating red mist face, enjoying the comfort, has overlapping voices echoing in the cave.

"Hehe...use more mana, use more mana..."

"He's devouring mana..." Qing Xu yelled.

The Celestial Master is old, but he is still the backbone of the world. He maintains the yin and yang magic mirror, looks up at the dome of the cave, and there is a sound from his mouth, which spreads outside.

There was a gust of gloomy wind in the mountains, and many Taoist priests of Tianshi Mansion and disciples of the Juling Lihuo Second Mansion surrounding Fengming Mountain felt uneasy looking at the trembling mountain with bursts of red aura.

At this time, they heard the voice of the Heavenly Master coming from the mountain.

It was a simple cry: "Let's fight!"

All the Taoist priests in the Tianshi Mansion heard the sound, and they cast spells in their respective positions, while the disciples of Juling and Lihuo Mansions guarded and protected the Dharma around them.

There is a small formation in front of each Taoist priest, but when hundreds of formations surround the mountain one by one, they turn into a huge formation in an instant. It came to a sudden stop, and the swaying forest and fields came to a standstill in an instant.

The vortex sky cloud hanging upside down on the top of the mountain stagnated at this moment.

To the south of the sky obliquely, a stream of light flew across the sky. Chen Yuan grasped the hilt of her sword and felt the magic circle set up by the Tianshi Mansion. A large amount of mud, holding the Moon Misty Sword, turned into an afterimage and rushed straight to the foot of the mountain. The forest and fields blocking the way were all thrown down one by one by the strong wind brought by him while he was running.

"Master!"

Rushing into the mountain cave, Chen Yuan yelled loudly, and rushed all the way to the opened corridor. In the field of vision, the red mist swept across like a sea tide. The old Taoist Cheng Yun held his sword in front of his chest to resist, Qing Xu , Yuchen, and Mingguang formed an formation to resist in the middle, their bodies were trembling slightly, and there was a trace of blood flowing from their mouths and noses. red mist.

Behind the celestial master, Chen Yuan saw the old man who was also supported by the spell. Without words, the sword formula pointed at the face made of red mist, and flew away in a hazy moon. With the greatest mana in the alchemy realm, he slapped the edge of the red mist hard.

The mist swayed for a while, and soon recovered.

"Chen Yuan, what are you doing here?!"

At this time, Yin Xuanling also saw the apprentice who was resisting with all his strength, and he yelled coldly: "Get out, old man, what I said before, get involved, and I will kill you!"

Chen Yuan just glanced at the master, then turned her face away, the gushing power was raised again, she clenched her teeth and pressed forward, he has the power of incense, and this magic method seems to have a burning effect, The mana surged in the palm, and the moment it was pushed, there were bursts of smoke rising.

Over there, Huo You obviously felt the burning pain, and his eyes fell on this young man who appeared suddenly, with an incredible voice.

"Mortal incense... can hurt me?!"

The word "I" was suddenly raised in the overlapping voices, almost roaring out, and the rolling red mist intensified again, all rushing towards the human beings who appeared suddenly.

snort~
There was a soft scorching 'chi' sound, and the red mist was blowing towards his face like a strong wind. The bun on Chen Yuan's head was blown apart, and the rock under his feet was cracked inch by inch, sinking his feet.

"My Buddha is merciful! Fellow Daoist Chen, the poor monk is here to help you—"

The figure of the monk came running wildly.

(End of this chapter)