celestial reincarnation

Chapter 51
While Yan Changkong was talking with Kai Rui, Bei Yuanyang and his team were also discussing countermeasures.Luo Yunyan said softly: "Sura is naturally warlike. Every generation of Shura Yuan will cause bloody storms. The unique skill of Taixu phantom has not been shown for thousands of years. This person is not simple. The woman who plays the pipa is also very good. Ordinary people, the pose just now contains a strong destructive aura. Others are not easy to save fuel, and there are some people on the outside who are waiting for the rabbit, even if they grab the spirit grass, it will not be easy to get through the outside test."

Gu Canghai narrowed his eyes, and said: "The woman just played Tianyinmen's Destruction Song - Battle Soul Fu, her status in Tianyinmen is not low, if she dares to come here alone, she is either crazy or super powerful Although those people on the periphery retained their strength, they also missed the best opportunity. If they can grab the spirit grass, they will naturally have a way to get rid of the ambush on the periphery."

Juechen suddenly said: "The place where the Son of Shura Yuan is located must be accompanied by a saint, and the saint of Shura must be hiding around, everyone be careful." His brows trembled, and the sword-shaped divine sense was ready to be sacrificed at any time.

Bei Yuanyang's middle-of-the-road domain has completely enveloped his own side, and the remaining blood has returned to the fighting state. Yao Ye's ugly face is also vigilant, and a pair of green eyes are flickering. There are so many enemies that have completely exceeded his expectations.

"Take the spirit grass if you have a chance, and retreat if you don't have a chance. There are too many enemies here. If there is a melee, casualties will inevitably occur." Bei Yuanyang said solemnly, and he was not sure that he would retreat under the many masters.

A confrontation had already formed in the arena. A man with red hair and red eyebrows was standing proudly in mid-air, holding a magic knife in his right hand. He was surrounded by demonic aura that seemed to be real, and his eyes were full of madness.

In a mysterious space not far from the central square, several people were talking in low voices.

"I didn't expect this person to take the Wanzai Ghost Ganoderma into his hand so easily. I'm a little surprised." The voice was that of the Yin Luo King.

"The holy son of Shurayuan can snatch the spirit grass from under the noses of many masters. He is definitely not an idler. He can't take that one spirit grass! Yan Changkong? If he doesn't die today, I will kill him personally in the future to prove it!" Say!" A woman's voice said lightly.

"Most people have entered the formation now, and there are still a few people hiding outside the square. Do you want to start the Xuanyin soul refining formation now?" Yinluo King continued.

"Everyone in the formation is about to have a big battle. When their cultivation bases are almost exhausted, we will start the big formation, and then our casualties will be minimized. How are the others?" the woman asked.

"City Master Yesha, Lord Yinhun and the two evil spirits are all ready. As soon as we launch the Xuanyin Soul Refinement Formation, they will immediately bless the formation and wipe out all the people inside." Yin Luo Wang said sternly.

The woman thought about it for a while, then slowly said: "There are a few people around them who are waiting for an opportunity, and these people are all extremely deep in the city. The Xuanyin soul refining formation is difficult to break through from the inside, but it is not difficult to break through from the outside If they cooperate from the inside to the outside, it will be difficult for the Xuanyin Soul Refinement Formation to exert its full power. I will send out sound transmission symbols to the two fierce spirits. After the formation is opened, let them clean up the surrounding characters first. It should not be a big problem. Rakshasa The female chess piece can also be used well, I hope she will not let me down."

Yan Changkong stood proudly in the dark midair, staring vigilantly at the many masters around him, his eyes flashed with crazy fighting intent.A huge gray giant net suddenly appeared in the void, looming between reality and illusion, exuding a terrifying breath of death, enveloping Yan Changkong.

"Kill!" A pure white skeleton exudes a mental wave towards the surroundings. Several skeletons leave afterimages in mid-air, waving bone knives, driving the breath of death in the sky, and first move towards Yan Changkong who is trapped in the center. attack.

"Luo Tian didn't slip through the net? No, it's an imitation." A middle-aged monk said in a slightly surprised voice, and said calmly, "Let's do it."

The song of destruction, the holy light, the breath of death, the Buddha's light chanting, all the supernatural powers turned into murderous intentions, and the air flow that was set off violently impacted everyone present.

Yan Changkong sensed the strong corrosive aura on the huge gray net at the moment when Luo Tianwu slipped through the net, raised his bloody eyebrows, and said arrogantly: "The breath that corrodes the soul? If the real Luo Tianwu slipped through the net here, Yan turned around and left, this imitation product can't do anything to me! Asura Blood Prison!"

The space in the center of the square gradually distorted, and Yan Changkong's monstrous figure gradually blurred, and several ferocious shadows emerged around him, full of bloody and brutal aura, and dazzling blood-red light filled the air.An extremely tyrannical coercion spread, and the gray brilliance emitted by the imitation that Luo Tianwu slipped through the net was suppressed by the bloody killing atmosphere in the field for a moment.

Knowing that Yan Changkong's fighting power was overwhelming, Luo Tianwu's owner who slipped through the net did not put away the treasure. The white bone knife emitting a faint light was the first to cut down. The moment it entered the field, the knife slowed down involuntarily, as if it had fallen into a quagmire .

A bloody light flashed in Yan Changkong's eyes, and his whole body exuded an unfathomable and tyrannical power. In the blood prison around him, real demonic blood was flowing, and strands of red energy wrapped Luo Tianwu's imitation Stopped, Luo Tianwu let out a wail, and disappeared into a white skeleton body as a stream of light.

At this time, the bone knives had also been cut, and Yan Changkong waved his magic knife, advancing instead of retreating, like a ferocious dragon, fighting fiercely with several bone knives as fast as lightning.

Yan Changkong and several skeletons passed by, and after a few jingling sounds, the shining white bone blades broke.

The phantom of the Taixu reappears, cooperates with Shura Blood Prison, raises the magic knife, brings up the ghostly shadows in the sky, and swings countless knives in an instant.

The phantom roared, the sword was terrifying, and Yan Changkong's bloody hair fluttered like a wild beast, opening and closing to block all the attacks, extremely domineering and vigorous.

Countless attacks were intertwined in one place, and a tiny crack appeared in the dark midair, distorted and blurred.

After blocking the last ray of Buddha's light, traces of blood spilled from the corner of Yan Changkong's mouth, his eyes were burning with crazy fighting intent, and with a long cry, he brandished the magic knife with the animation sky demon shadow, and slashed at the Buddhist disciple passing by with his backhand.

The cold blade ruthlessly slashed across, blood spattered, a bloody bald head soared into the sky, his face was full of disbelief, and was instantly torn apart by the phantom in Shura's blood prison, blood stained the air.

With one hit, Yan Changkong didn't stop, and rushed wildly towards the masked woman holding the pipa. The masked woman quickly plucked the strings with both hands, and the battle spirit came out again. Fighting fiercely with Yan Changkong's magic knife.

The sound of destruction disintegrated under the magic knife, and barely stopped Yan Changkong's violent attack. The two types of energy intersected, and Yan Changkong's fighting spirit was overwhelming. white veil.A flash of astonishment flashed in the wonderful eyes, and the masked woman stepped back instantly, distanced herself from Yan Changkong.

With a flash of Yan Changkong's figure, Taixu Phantom instinctively used it, and his whole body turned reality into emptiness and disappeared in place.Where he was standing, a silver lightning flashed, a pair of sharp claws surrounded by lightning flashed, and the huge thunder eagle appeared in Shura's blood prison, with a hint of surprise in its eyes, which turned into horror in an instant.

The magic knife flashed, and Yan Changkong instantly appeared in the sky above Lei Ying. The phantom in Shura's blood prison turned into real magic energy, following the attack of the magic knife, he slashed towards Lei Ying as quickly as a stream of light.

Surrounded by lightning, Lei Ying hastily deployed a series of lightning defenses around his body, and let out a loud eagle cry. The sound waves collided with the magic knife countless times in a short period of time, and at the same time his figure flashed, trying to avoid the blow.

Although Lei Ying was fast, he couldn't completely avoid this tyrannical knife at a short distance. A blood-stained eagle claw shot up into the sky, and at the same time, the magic knife left a scar several feet long on his left wing. Almost even the wings were chopped off.

With a scream, Lei Ying dodged far away, staring at Yan Changkong with a pair of eagle eyes, the claws that were cut off slowly grew back, and the wounds on the wings were also slowly healing. A lot of vitality wasted.

Seeing this scene, the Winged Leopard retreated even faster from the attacking figure. He had already lost without a fight. Under Yan Changkong's domineering momentum, he chose to retreat without fighting.

Looking at the Winged Divine Leopard with disdain, Yan Changkong shouted, stared at Bei Yuanyang and his party with lightning-like eyes, and rushed over like lightning.

With a charming smile on Luo Yunyan's enchanting face, he unveiled a red seven-story pagoda. The yellow jade beads on the top of the pagoda let down strands of mysterious aura, and immediately fixed the rushing Yan Changkong in midair.The Immortal Ghost was unable to move under the seven-story pagoda, and Yan Changkong was also temporarily frozen.

There was a hint of surprise in the madness in his eyes. The demonic Yan Changkong struggled to resist the coercion of the pagoda. The murderous aura in the Shura Blood Prison was roiling around him. Luo Yunyan also showed a struggling look on his face. Yan Changkong was able to break free in a moment.

In a battle, a moment is enough to decide the outcome. Juechen's sword-shaped divine sense, Gu Canghai's Xuanqing bell, Remnant Blood's demon energy and blood light, Bei Yuanyang's Haotian red lotus and Yaoye's white bone fork attack at the same time. to.

Juechen's sword-shaped divine sense attacked first, avoiding the magic knife and drawing a half-foot-long and inch-deep bloodstain on Yan Changkong's chest and abdomen.

At this time, Yan Changkong's Taixu phantom cooperated with Shura Blood Prison, and finally broke free from the shackles of the pagoda. Seeing that the surrounding attacks could not be completely avoided, he immediately retracted Shura Blood Prison to three feet away from him. Although the range was small, the bloody and brutal aura But it is more intense, resisting Xuanqing Zhong Yao Qi, blood light and white bone fork.At the same time, the magic knife in his hand condensed the energy of Shura's Blood Prison again, and slashed towards the most threatening Haotian Red Lotus.

The Haotian red lotus and the magic knife meet, and the two diametrically opposed energies, the vast righteousness and the monstrous devilish energy, collide, and tiny space cracks appear at the junction.

After resisting many attacks, Yan Changkong fought hard with Haotian Honglian. With a lift of his neck, a mouthful of blood spurted out wildly, and Wei'an's demon body was also blown away by the large air current in the center of the battle.

Bei Yuanyang was not much better, he hadn't met anyone who could touch his Haotian Honglian head-on, his blood surged, he forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood that welled up his throat, and his face turned pale for a while.

The wounds on Yan Changkong's chest and abdomen were rapidly healing, his figure dodged several attacks behind him, and there was a trace of bloodthirsty excitement in his crazy eyes, like a god of killing, he powerfully moved towards the group of holy people The four-winged angel killed.

(End of this chapter)