Dominate the Soul Town from Rakshasa Street

Chapter 292
With the rage of these three tornadoes, absolutely no one can stop them.

After all, Xing Tian, ​​Huangfu Longdou's guardian spirit, and Cao Cao, the ancestor of the Cao family, couldn't stop him, let alone their weaker people?
However, just as everyone's hearts were hanging in their throats, one person stepped forward.

It was a middle-aged man with a haggard face, a burly figure, and a face full of stubble.

"Dad, are you...?"

Cao Yanbing was extremely surprised.

Because the person standing in front of him was none other than his father, Cao Yanming.

The reason why he was surprised was because Huangfu Longdou couldn't stop the tornado from the nine-headed divine bird. His father's strength was definitely not as good as Huangfu Longdou's, but at this moment he resolutely stood in front of him. What does this mean? ?
It can only show that his father is willing to risk his life for him!

Just this point is enough to completely melt all his resentment towards his father.

"Cao Ren, come out!"

"Buzz!"

While waving his hands, the space in front of Cao Yanming trembled violently, and a figure appeared out of thin air.

Wearing a set of extremely thick battle armor, with a large flag on his back, he is tall and burly, 50 meters high, and looks extremely powerful.

It is Cao Yanming's guardian spirit, Cao Ren!

"Stay behind me and everything will be fine!"

After summoning the guardian spirit, Cao Yanming said to Cao Yanbing and others.

"But even Huangfu Longdou and Zushang can't stop you, you..."

Before Cao Yanbing finished speaking, Cao Yanming took over, "Cao Ren's strength is indeed inferior to Huangfu Longdou's guardian spirit, Xing Tian, ​​but my guardian spirit has an extremely powerful defense!"

"You mean, the eight-door golden lock array?" Cao Yanbing suddenly realized.

As we all know, Cao Ren's strongest skill is not charging, but a formation.

This kind of formation is the eight-door golden lock formation, one of the Qimen Dunjia, known as one of the top ten ancient formations, with infinite changes and as solid as gold.

"Cao Ren, set up the formation!"

"The last will obey!"

Under Cao Yanming's order, Cao Ren immediately formed a seal with both hands.

"Woooo!"

The speed of seal formation was extremely fast, and in a short while, countless translucent runes flew out of Cao Ren's hands and sank into the surrounding ground.

The next moment, the rays of light exploded, forming an eight-sided shape, surrounding everyone in the middle.

At this moment, three tornadoes swept in.

Although the tornado is so strong that it can tear everything apart, Cao Ren's eight-door golden lock array seems to be able to repair infinitely. Every time a piece is torn, another piece will make up for it. If it is repeated infinitely, it will be endless.

No matter how strong the three tornadoes of the Nine-Headed Divine Bird are, they are limited in the end.

After some raging, the power of the tornado was finally gradually weakened, and finally turned into a violent gust of wind.

"Finally made it through!"

Cao Yanming heaved a sigh of relief.

The people inside the eight-door golden lock formation also felt lingering fear.

As for Xing Tian and Cao Cao who were swept away just now, although they couldn't get close to Tu Fangkong, they were not torn apart by the tornado.

After all, the stronger the guardian spirit, the stronger the defense power. The tornado of the nine-headed divine bird can blow them away at most, but it can't hurt them at all.

So after breaking free from the tornado not far away, the two came back again.

"Ridiculous persistence!"

Tu Fangkong snorted coldly, and said to the nine-headed divine bird again: "Crush them to pieces!"

The nine-headed divine bird fluttered its wings, took Tu Fangkong up into the sky, and then swooped down quickly. The nine bird's beaks opened together, and they bit Xing Tian and Cao Cao vigorously.

Every opening of the bird's beak is enough to swallow a house, and the momentum is extremely fierce.

However, Cao Cao and Xing Tian did not back away, each holding their weapons tightly to fight back.

"Dangdangdang!"

All of a sudden, the sound of fighting came and went, resounding through the wilderness, straight to Xiaohan.

Although Xing Tian's broad ax was as powerful as a rainbow, the beak of the nine-headed divine bird was also extremely hard.

Even if the Xingtian Ax is like this, let alone Cao Cao's Ten Palaces of Yama, it is useless to attack with fire, and it is useless to smash wildly.

For a while, the two sides fought inseparably, and it was still impossible to tell the winner.

"It seems that Ben Yutian really underestimated you!"

Seeing the stalemate in the battle, Tu Fangkong snorted coldly: "However, that's the end of it!"

"So far?"

"Do you have a stronger backhand?"

Cao Cao and Huangfu Longdou changed color at the same time.

But what responded to them was not Tu Fangkong's explanation, but a low shout, "Nine-headed divine bird, use the wind knife to take down these two damned undead in one fell swoop!"

"Choo Choo Choo……"

Nine bird heads raised their heads to the sky and chirped at the same time.

At the same time, the nine bird sheets opened again, and began to spew out one after another of substantial wind knives.

"Chucky!"

The wind knife pierced the sky, and it arrived in an instant.

Although Xing Tian and Cao Cao were well prepared, they were forced into a panic.

"when!"

Xing Tian had just blocked a wind knife head-on, and his 60-meter-high body was blown away on the spot.

Cao Cao's side was not much better, Shidian Yanluo swung it vigorously, stirring up afterimages, but was finally hit by two wind knives at the same time, knocking him out on the spot.

"Haha, do you have this ability?"

Once he gained the upper hand, Tu Fangkong laughed triumphantly and said, "If you only have this ability, then accept the fate of destruction!"

The nine-headed divine bird is Tu Fangkong's guardian spirit, so it naturally has a good heart, and it immediately accelerated its attack without Tu Fangkong's orders.

"Chucky!"

The wind knife flew all over the sky, as if nothing could stop it.

But in fact, if Xing Tian and Cao Cao couldn't stop it, there was nothing else on the scene that could stop it.

"Dangdangdang!"

With a deafening metal crash, Xing Tian and Cao Cao were forced to retreat steadily, with fewer and fewer chances to fight back.

Especially Cao Cao, who was originally just a phantom, faded away after a fierce battle and seemed to disappear at any time.

"No, if this continues, we will all be beheaded by Tu Fangkong!"

In the distance, Cao Yanbing was anxious.

But after comparing himself with Tu Fangkong's guardian spirit, he had no choice but to give up the urge to help.

Although he has the body of a warrior who is rare in a century and has eight guardian spirits, he has not really grown up after all, and the height of each guardian spirit is only more than [-] meters.

On the other hand, Tu Fangkong's guardian spirit was hundreds of meters long.

Although the size of a guardian spirit is not a measure of strength, to a large extent, the larger the body, the stronger the strength.

Therefore, the disparity in strength between him and Tu Fangkong can almost be described as worlds apart.

Moreover, even Huangfu Longdou joined forces with Cao Cao, the ancestor of the Cao family, and was forced to retreat steadily. Even if he had the courage to rush forward, not only would he not be able to help, but would only hinder him.

"I go!"

Just when Cao Yanbing was overwhelmed with anxiety, another deep voice came from the side.

"dad!"

Cao Yanbing subconsciously exclaimed.

Because it was his father Cao Yanming who spoke.

"Xiao Bing, Xiao Liang, maybe I was too cruel to you brothers before, but from today onwards, I will make up for it with everything I have, even if it is my life!"

"Dad, don't go!" Cao Xuanliang was the first to shout, his voice full of fear and anxiety.

Cao Yanbing was also shocked, and said sharply: "Dad, your strength is far inferior to that of your ancestors. Even if you go, you will..."

Only halfway through the words, there was a whistling sound of "Hula", a big hand suddenly stretched out, and lifted Cao Yanming's small body onto his shoulder.

It is Cao Yanming's guardian spirit, Cao Ren!

"Stay well in the eight-door golden lock, no matter what happens next, you are not allowed to come out, understand?"

Standing on Cao Renkuan's broad shoulders, Cao Yanming turned his head to look at Cao Yanbing and Cao Xuanliang, "Today, let me be a qualified father once!"

(End of this chapter)