There is an immortal world in me

Chapter 981
It never occurred to him that a Huashen Venerable himself would not be able to catch up with a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The yellow-robed monk turned his palm, and a small round box appeared, filled with something like fine sand. After he put it quietly in the palm of his hand, the fine sand slowly gathered and formed a straight line in a certain direction. The location where Liang Zicheng escaped just now.

"It's right there...".The yellow-robed monk looked down into the jungle.

"Why is there a big formation here..."?
"What are those things..."?The yellow-robed monk looked at more than 50 speakers suspiciously.

But when he saw that those speakers didn't have any aura at all, he didn't take them to heart.

"The formation formed by a Nascent Soul True Monarch in less than twenty breaths, how can it be advanced...".

After the monk in yellow robe finished speaking, he flew directly into the large formation.

He didn't put this formation in his eyes at all.

He and this Nascent Soul cultivator are just a matter of front and back.

This formation is not easily destroyed by him.

"Boy, come out and die...".The yellow-robed monk flew directly into the formation.

"Haha, today is the day of your death, Huang Ding...".A loud laugh suddenly sounded outside the formation.

"rise……".Then came a loud shout.

At this moment, endless light suddenly burst out from behind the yellow-robed monk Cheng, as if a bomb had exploded, and the world changed color immediately!
The yellow-robed monk was shocked, turned his head, and saw that the black clouds in the sky split open, and a white lightning that was as big as a mountain appeared from it. The moment the lightning fell, it immediately enveloped the entire valley!
The moment he saw the lightning, he slapped his waist with one hand.

A magic weapon of the mirror flew out in a flash, and circled around it with a rapid rise.

"Who are you, how did you know this old man..."?Huang Ding didn't take this formation seriously.

In his opinion, this formation is one that he can easily break through.

The most important thing now is to find out the identity of the monk.

"hehe".Liang Zicheng laughed twice, and said directly: "I am the Liang Zicheng you are looking for...".

"Liang Zicheng..."!Huang Ding was stunned for a moment, and then an angry look appeared on his face.

"Boy, today I will definitely kill you to avenge Yin Hen...".

"Haha, if you want revenge, you should come out of the big formation first..."Liang Zicheng's heart was full of complacency.

"The array set up by a mere Nascent Soul cultivator also wants to trap this deity, and you think too highly of yourself...".With a wave of Huang Ding's hand, a flying sword hit the formation of the big formation.

"when……".Only a light sound was heard, and Huang Ding's flying sword was bounced back directly.

"What kind of formation is this, why is the defense so powerful now..."?Huang Ding looked at the formation in front of him in shock, he didn't expect that his flying sword could not harm the formation in the slightest.

"This is the formation of the Five Elements Gate, the Five Elements Lightning Formation."Liang Zicheng said that he paused for a moment, and then continued: "This formation can trap the cultivator of Huashen for a quarter of an hour."

"A quarter of an hour is enough to kill you...".Liang Zicheng's voice came again.

"You want to kill this old man for a quarter of an hour, you really think too highly of yourself..."?Huang Ding's eyes were full of contempt.

He didn't think that an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator could kill him within a quarter of an hour.

"rise……".With a wave of Liang Zicheng's hand, a boundless black cloud suddenly appeared in front of him, and this strange black cloud spread rapidly.

"Huang Ding, let me let you taste the power of this five-element lightning array."Liang Zicheng's joking voice sounded.

"Even if you are a genius, it is impossible to crack this five-element lightning array."

As his words fell to the ground, the black cloud suddenly changed. It had no image at first, but now it turned into a mountain, pressing down directly into the formation.

"A mere small formation also wants to crush the old man to death, you think too highly of yourself...".With a wave of Huang Ding's hand, there is a set of tables and chairs.

With another wave of Huang Ding's hand, a quaint piano appeared on the table.

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

Huang Ding played the piano at this moment, and there seemed to be bursts of slender arc-shaped ripples in the air.Those ripples were extremely soft, rippling and drifting towards the dark clouds.

Those falling dark clouds were instantly fixed there, unable to fall at all.

"Haha, boy, use any attack you have, and see if you can kill the old man within a quarter of an hour...".Huang Ding's eyes were full of sarcasm.

He didn't think that an ordinary Yuanying Zhenjun could kill him within a quarter of an hour with such a simple formation.

"Hehe, I also have a lot of insights into the spells of the sound system, and I would like to ask Fellow Huang Daoist to comment..."Liang Zicheng's voice came again.

"Ha ha……".Huang Ding laughed complacently, and then said: "You are a little Nascent Soul cultivator, and you also know the magic of the phonetic system, don't use it to embarrass yourself...".

Liang Zicheng ignored Huang Ding's ridicule.

Instead, he went to a sound place next to him and pressed the play button.

Soon Huang Ding heard an unpleasant voice.

"Haha, this is just a phonology spell of a Golden Core cultivator. Your Excellency's attainments in the phonology are not good...".Huang Ding laughed again after hearing the voice.

He didn't expect that a majestic Yuanying Zhenjun could only emit a burst of sound spells of a golden core monk.

It can be seen that this Nascent Soul cultivator has no phonological talent.

Huang Ding hadn't finished feeling, and then another voice came over,
"To be able to control two voices at the same time, your Excellency is still a bit capable."When Huang Ding said this, he heard it for a while, and then said again: "However, the sound magic attacks of the two Jindan monks, even my aura shield cannot break through...".

Just as Huang Ding finished speaking, a third phonological attack came over.

"Although this person's phonetic spells are not very powerful, he can control three phonetic spells to attack at the same time. He has some phonetic talents...".

Immediately afterwards, the fourth, fifth, and sixth phonological spells were passed on.

A serious expression appeared on Huang Ding's face. He did not expect that this monk could control six phonological spells to attack at the same time.

"Boom, boom, boom...".Suddenly at this time, the seventh sound spell sounded.

"Sound system magic attack of the monk who transforms the gods..."?After hearing this voice, Huang Ding's face changed greatly.

It never occurred to him that there was actually a cultivator who transformed himself into a god nearby.

Although this cultivator's sound magic attack is not as powerful as his, but at this moment he still has to break the big formation to resist the attack of the phantom formation.

"Which fellow daoist is nearby, please show up..."?Huang Ding hurriedly cupped his hands to the side.

(End of this chapter)