Bone Taoist

boom!

Above the dojo, there was a shocking loud noise, and a dozen geniuses attacked from all directions, with terrifying power. The dojo was shaking slightly, and huge waves arose in the outer sea.

Mr. Bai's eyes darkened as he stood proudly on the Beiming Stone Tablet, his white robe rippling in the wind, aloof from the dust. His Purple Mansion was wide open, and within the hazy sea of ​​golden elixirs, it seemed that a baby could be seen, dormant in the green lotus seat. The huge and unknown amount of magical power made people's hearts tremble.

"It turns out to be a twelfth-grade lotus seat!" someone said in shock.

"This Mr. Bai has not yet broken the elixir to become a baby, but he has already perfected the lotus seat..."

"How tyrannical will he be in the future of Nascent Soul?"

The onlookers' monks widened their eyes and felt their breathing quicken.

Ordinary monks, after the fifth-level lotus platform blooms, they hope to break through the elixir and become a baby, and enter the next stage. Talented people will only try to become babies after they have passed through the lotus tribulation of the fourth level of the earth.

As for the lotus petals of the third grade of heaven, they can be encountered but cannot be sought. They cannot bloom except by chance.

Looking at the ten continents in the past ten thousand years, we can count on one hand the number of Taoists who have used the twelve-grade lotus petals to break the elixir and become a baby.

The point is, it is extremely difficult to cultivate the twelve-grade lotus petals during the golden elixir period.

The divine sect has many talented people like Chen Baishan, Inspiration Dharma King and others. It was only when they were at the third level of Nascent Soul that they had the opportunity to realize and bloom the lotus of the third level of heaven.

"This person's talent is so terrifying. He will definitely dominate the ten continents in the future."

The monks were discussing.

Mr. Bai's mana rippled, turning into green lotuses that rippled and bloomed around him, and the surrounding space was distorted by the oppression of the divine power.

He circled his fingers and formed seals to confront each other.

From the green lotus, a huge sword came out and slashed at the geniuses!

boom!

With the stone tablet as the center, the entire Beiming Dojo was trembling, and the explosion cracked the sky. The terrifying power covered the sea within ten thousand feet of the dojo, and countless waves surged into the sky, like a sudden rain.

"Kirin Kill!"

The three-eyed female Taoist flicked her fly whisk, and the lightning seemed to turn into a unicorn beast, killing it in chaos. Mr. Bai flew from leaves to pick flowers, and ingested countless green lotus petals. The realm was cut open, and they fell on the Qilin, killing them in a breath!

The power of the eleventh sword of the Fourteenth Sword is even more frightening, it is an aura of death.

This jet-black underworld sword was forged by Sword Fourteen using the water of the Nine Nether Underworld. Once it is unsheathed, it will be stained with countless blood.

The Underworld Sword slashed down from the sky. From a distance away, the monks outside the dojo could all detect the aura of death in the sword's power, which made people's souls tremble.

"You have good sword skills. Among all the opponents I usually encounter, your swordsmanship is unparalleled." Mr. Bai said with a smile. The green lotus seal gradually appeared on the fingertips.

After he finished speaking, he pointed.

That flash of green light was so powerful that it eclipsed the sky, like a chasm cutting through the sky.

"Yunxia Nie Miezhi, how can this person know the magic skills of Shenyin Valley!" A disciple of Shenyin Valley looked at the familiar magic method and said in astonishment.

"When did this method become the Shenyin Valley? It was originally obtained by the Shenyin Ancestor from the site of the Butian Sect." Someone said.

Qinglian pointed light and Huangquan sword clashed, and everyone only heard a sonorous sound.

There was an explosion, a huge hole in the realm was punched in mid-air, and the space collapsed!

Fortunately, the boundary of Tianmu Mountain is very hard. Even if it is broken by such a powerful magical power, it can be restored to its original state after a few breaths.

There were constant melees, and the dojo was filled with magical powers.

Everyone was dazzled to see.

Taichu Shengzi and others stopped Mr. Bai from continuing to understand the stone tablet and condense the French. However, under the joint attack of so many respectable geniuses and freaks, they did not suppress Mr. Bai. Instead, they fought back and forth with him.

Not to mention other people, even the ordinary Nascent Soul Taoist would not be able to withstand the siege of so many geniuses.

Ye Zang watched with his eyes and left, looking at the battle in the dojo and the Beiming Stone Tablet, thinking about the plan in his heart.

This Young Master Bai has only now truly shown his strength. In a one-on-one situation, no monk in the Tianmu world is likely to be his opponent.

"Brother Ye, do you want to have a debate?" The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King tilted his head and said with sharp eyes.

"let's go!"

Thinking of this, Ye Zang took the lead and took the first step, flying across the sky from the ancient war boat, stepping on the boundless blood energy, and flew towards Beiming Dojo.

The Golden-winged Xiaopeng King also spread his wings, followed closely by Xu Lingsha and Luo Jingyang.

The four people's momentum was so great that they attracted the attention of the onlookers.

"Those people are..."

"Ye Zang from the Immortal Burial Sea, King Xiaopeng with Golden Wings, and the Holy Maiden of Taichu!"

"They are here too. If they join the battle like this, Mr. Bai will not be able to hold on for long."

Luo Jingyang came from a poor family and was famous in the Burial Immortal Sea, but his reputation outside was not quite as good.

A group of people were discussing with excitement. The battle between the geniuses in front of them really made them addicted. It was only during Tianmu's discussion that they could see so many famous geniuses competing in Tianmingzhou.

Ye Zang stepped into the air and tore away the layers of demonic energy. The six extraordinary meridians and eight meridians in his body were all pulsating.

With the six meridians connected in this way, Ye Zang dares to say that even the Golden King Beast and the Descendant of Chaos can't compare to him in the Tianmu Realm with just the strength of his physical body. He is simply a humanoid ferocious beast!

boom!

Ye Zang suddenly stepped onto the dojo and saw the battle not far away. The fighting spirit in his heart was ignited, and the candle dragon energy in his body was boiling. Without saying a word, he roared away like a small candle dragon.

With great speed, he punched Mr. Bai with one punch!

With one arm swung, the limit is already more than [-] million kilograms of physical strength. This strength is too terrifying.

Young Master Bai suddenly felt terrified behind him. The divine power of that punch pressed down on him. His eyes narrowed slightly. The purple mana's magic power immediately gathered into a green lotus and faced off.

boom!

Ye Zang punched the green lotus, as if he was hitting a vast ocean formed by mana. Just the green lotus that Mr. Bai twisted out at will had such strong mana that it was staggering.

During the confrontation, the eight meridians of Ye Zangqi were stirring, and the candle dragon energy was wrapped around his arm, suppressing ten levels with one force!

"The Zhulong treasure body, but it seems that it has not been perfected yet. If it gathers into the Zhulong Qi sea, I am afraid that even I will have to retreat." Mr. Bai's expression was concentrated, and he was still thinking about observing Ye Zang's physical abilities.

Ye Zang's eyes darkened slightly, and the True Fire of the Dharma Eye burned away, forcing back Mr. Bai's spiritual exploration.

"Beidou, palm life and death!"

Ye Zang rose into the air and struck down with another palm.

In the terrifying mana spirit palm, seven big stars shine, overwhelming all directions.

Xu Lingsha and others also joined the melee.

Everyone had been fighting with Mr. Bai for half an hour, but the latter finally showed signs of fatigue. No matter how talented he was and how powerful the infant was, he would not be able to hold on for long if he was besieged by so many geniuses.

"Sir, please retreat for a moment." Jiudaolin panted. It was already very difficult for him to stop the Golden King Beast and the Chaos Descendant by himself. He was covered in blood. If he continued like this, he would be killed by the two monsters.

Mr. Bai's eyes flickered, and he looked at the spirit stone in his hand. He saw that Beiming's French script was still short of the last stroke.

How can we understand the stone tablet without being interfered by Ye Zang and others.

"You are all members of the Jue clan. You are not a hero if you join forces to deal with me like this." Mr. Bai squinted his eyes, stepped on the green lotus and stepped back, landing on Shui Qilin's body, looking down at the crowd and smiling.

The Holy Son of Taichu's black hair was flamboyant and he said sternly: "What nonsense, you are just relying on a baby to be able to run unimpeded. If you are on the same level as me, I will kill you!"

"Really?" Mr. Bai smiled and said nothing more.

"Don't talk nonsense with this guy. Let's expel him to the scene first." The head of the tomb shouldered the coffin and said with a solemn expression.

Although he said this, the only ones who were chasing after him were the leader of the big tomb and the Fourteenth Son of Taichu Saint Sword. They had the deepest grudge with Mr. Bai, and they had fought many battles on Lingchao Road.

The others all headed towards the Beiming Stone Tablet.

The Descendants of Chaos and the Golden King Beast were the closest, moving away in chaos.

"Stop me from seeking death!" The descendant of Chaos showed his fierce look and roared.

"Brother Chaos, hurry up." Huang Longshi said solemnly.

The descendant of Chaos came to the stone tablet and wasted no time. He twisted the spirit stone in his hand and understood the rules of the stone tablet.

Wishes of divine light suddenly appeared on the spiritual stone, and the word Beiming was slowly forming, with only three strokes left.

At this time, Ye Zang came with chaotic steps. He was very fast, the sound of sound waves exploded, and he hit hard with a punch wrapped in the swirling candle dragon energy!

boom!

This punch hit the Descendant of Chaos' body firmly.

The latter's eyes suddenly turned upside down, and his body like a hill flew hundreds of feet away, landing with a crash, making the entire Beiming Dojo tremble. Little Chaos' chest was dented, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Ye Zang!" The descendant of Chaos stood up in pain, his eyes bloodshot, and roared.

"Long time no see, you have become thicker and thicker." Ye Zang said calmly. Fortunately, he is a pure-blooded descendant of the Four Fierce Chaos. If he had been a descendant of any other ordinary great demon, his physical body would have been instantly destroyed by Ye Zang.

More than three million kilograms of divine power exploded out, but this little Chaos was only slightly injured.

With that said, Ye Zang kicked Huang Longshi again.

The space in front of the latter was kicked to pieces by Ye Zang. The Zhulong Qi turned into a galloping candle dragon, roared ferociously and bit it, hitting Huang Longshi's body solidly. Ye Zang kicked him out several times with one blow. A hundred feet away, the golden blood all over his body was burning, and he forcefully dissolved Ye Zang's candle dragon energy, coughing up blood.

Huang Longshi looked at Ye Zang with horrified eyes. He had not seen him for a few months, and his physical strength was already much greater than his. This shocked Huang Longshi's heart.

The three-eyed female Taoist and others are also coming here, and they will arrive almost instantly.

Ye Zang hurriedly took out the Wuxiang Cauldron and made several clanging sounds!

The mouth of the tripod became thousands of feet wide, like a bowl, holding Ye Zang and the Beiming Stone Stele upside down!

"How long can it last?" Ye Zang asked.

"These people have extremely strong magical powers. With the power of my body, I can support at most one stick of incense." Wuxiang Ding said, and suddenly the body of the cauldron trembled violently. The descendant of Chaos became furious and punched Wuxiang. On the tripod, there was a loud noise.

A stick of incense?

Using Ye Zang's spiritual consciousness to understand the stone tablet, he could only gather two strokes of French at most.

Ye Zang hesitated for a few moments, then immediately took out the formation disk.

Around the Beiming Stone Monument, a formation of eyes was captured, with a total of twelve locations.

The large formation appears to be guarding, and the formation patterns are connected together, as if it depicts the appearance of an evil ghost Shura, which is extremely terrifying.

This is the ancient formation recorded in the Six Tao Formation Disk, called the "Ming King Formation"

The Mingwang Formation is unpredictable. Just by moving the eyes of the formation, the formation can switch from defending to attacking and killing, and then it can also be transformed into hidden magical energy. The brilliance of this formation is that it is very flexible and can cope with many complex situations.

While Ye Zang was setting up his formation, the Wuxiang Cauldron was also beaten with a roar, and there were shouts of killing outside.

Not only the descendants of Chaos, but others also came.

The three-eyed female Taoist whisk whipped out a thunderbolt, striking the Wuxiang Cauldron domineeringly.

"Ye Kuaishou, if you don't come out, we will destroy your cauldron." The three-eyed female Taoist said attentively.

"Ye Zang, what's the point of hiding in the cauldron? Come out and fight me for a hundred rounds!" the descendant of Chaos roared.

Klang-kang-kang!

One after another terrifying magical powers fell on the cauldron, and the Wuxiang Taoist boy was miserable and tried his best to activate the restrictions to resist.

The magical powers of these people are so terrifying. Even if the Wuxiang Cauldron is a spiritual weapon that has been born for thousands of years, if it continues like this, it will be destroyed.

Ye Zang's eyes narrowed slightly, and the formation disk in his hand flew vertically and horizontally, and formation patterns were arranged one after another.

After half a stick of incense, the arrangement of the Mingwang Formation was finally completed.

"Let's start!"

Ye Zang curled his fingers around, and his magic power rippled at his fingertips, absorbing all the formation's eyes.

hum!

In an instant, the twelve formation eyes burst out with light, and the formation patterns connected together to form an image of an evil ghost Arhat, guarding the twelve formation eyes, exuding the golden light of the Arhat.

The surrounding space seemed to be imprisoned by the Mingwang Formation.

Ye Zang's magic power activated the formation, controlling all the magic energy of the Ming King Formation to stick to it. The twelve evil ghost arhats crossed their arms and pushed the formation patterns outwards.

The Wuxiang Cauldron was collected by Ye Zang, who controlled the formation and looked outside indifferently.

Although this Mingwang Formation was only at the peak level of entering the spirit, it was so powerful that it could stop them for at least an hour.

"Brother Peng, just come in from the direction of the Jiaomu Jiao, and I will start the formation..."

Ye Zang said to Xiaopeng Wang and the others with his spiritual consciousness.

They met each other and looked at each other, and then they immediately used their escape speed to the extreme. Ye Zang circled around and indirectly led the three of them into the formation in an instant. The descendant of chaos wanted to use chaos steps to follow, but was blocked by the formation pattern of the evil Arhat on the spot. , he seemed to have hit an invisible barrier.

"Ye Zang, get out of here!" The descendant of Chaos roared angrily and punched an evil ghost Arhat. However, the Arhat remained motionless and his mana rippled, removing all the power of Little Chaos and scattering it everywhere.

"As long as you stick to the formation, I can break it in an instant." The three-eyed female Taoist said coldly, flicking her fly whisk.

She then used her clairvoyance and opened her spiritual orifice on her forehead to find the flaw in the Ming King Formation.

"Even if you can cultivate your heavenly eye, you won't be able to break through this formation in a short time."

Ye Zang's eyes were indifferent, and the Wuxiang Taoist boy floated out and controlled the Ming King Formation. The twelve formation eyes were constantly changing their positions, but the magic power was still able to stick to it.

Ye Zang wasted no time and jumped to the Beiming Stone Tablet, comprehending and condensing the French.

(End of this chapter)