Huang Ting Xiandao

Chapter 300 98. When the time is ripe, each calculates and exerts force ([-])
Zi often watched them attack, constantly guiding the power, all directions are destroyed, so it is called Juezhen, because it can absorb attacks and transform them into aura, and the equivalent can be accumulated to a certain level, like a bomb.

Xun Xiang doesn't know this formation, she doesn't know much about the match, there is only one way to break the formation, crushing all formations with absolute strength.

Ju Nan was below, seeing them attacking, his heart moved, many wooden needles appeared in his hand, with witch talismans engraved on the needles, he raised his hand, these needles emitted a green brilliance, and rushed out of Ju Nan's hands into the air.

Through the spiritual light, these wooden needles spread out one by one as if they were alive, one by one, and shot towards the female cultivators in the sky. These are the witchcraft needles made by Ju Nan himself. They are low-cost and used once. .

Ever since Mo Xian asked him to engrave these witch patterns, he has been engraving them silently. I don't know how many of them have been engraved. The ones he used just now were only engraved by him on the road.

Ever since he cultivated the second Gu infant, his true strength can be regarded as a Nascent Soul. Although he is only a preliminary Gu foundation, but because of the second Gu infant, he has become the elder of this Gu god sect.

And those voodoo needles themselves are only insidious and not outstanding, but with the support of the monk Nascent Soul's spiritual consciousness, they become an outstanding magic weapon against the monks in the Yama Temple.

There were two screams in the air, Xun Xiang didn't expect it to be like this, seeing two monks under her hand fell from the sky after getting needles, her heart was on fire, as if there were strings in the air, she flicked lightly, and actually made the sound of strings and bamboos, in her heart The surroundings turned into flying figures one by one, and countless smallpox emerged from the void and floated down.

With another flick of the hand, the iron cavalry in the sky protruded, the silver bottle was broken suddenly, and the dharma protectors fell one by one, wearing vajra, with eyes of Shura, and the vicious Yaksha appeared in the air.

Another string sounded, and countless swords, guns and arrows swarmed down, filling the air with a group of dharma guardians and ghosts, rushing downward.

Zichang was still there unhurriedly mastering the formation, but Ju Nan was in a daze in astonishment. He never thought that the woman would summon so many ghosts and gods. What kind of magic is this?
Zichang noticed that Ju Nan was in a daze, and explained in a low voice: "This is a sound art. It uses the sound of music to mobilize the world. It is similar to our spells and talismans. The more she is involved, the more powerful she will be."

After listening to Zi Chang's words, Ju Nan suddenly realized that the spells are ever-changing, and the core is just his own cultivation. The flick of the finger moves the world, not because the flick of the finger is so powerful, but because it can mobilize the surrounding power.

One's own strength is always limited, even if one is like Mo Xian, possesses the power of the Nine Dragons, but one is strong enough to attack the enemy, if one cannot attack the enemy, then one's strength will be wasted.

In the magic technique, develop your own small power to mobilize the great power of the world. Since you are in this world, you have to follow the laws of this world, unless you are no longer in this world.

Ju Nan's heart moved, and a handful of witchcraft needles appeared in his hand. The needles came out of dark green, protruding from the spiritual layer one after another, one by one hit the ghosts and gods in the sky, and three of them went straight to search for incense.

Xun Xiang sneered coldly, with a small skill, he swiped his hand in the air, a series of wind blades appeared in front of him, and the witch gu needle was chopped off into the dust before it reached his face.

The other needles, like phantoms, passed through the body of the ghost god, as if they had no effect, but if you look carefully, the ghost god is still a little damaged, leaving a dark green scratch on the body, which disappeared after a long time. During this period, the ghosts and gods were obviously much duller.

Xun Xiang also noticed this situation. Her hands kept plucking, as if there was an invisible qin in the air, making various qin sounds continuously.

The aura fluctuated violently, and finally a crack appeared. Xunxiang pointed at it, and countless swords shot at it. With a bang, the aura was forcibly torn apart. When the female cultivators saw it, they shouted and rushed towards the gap.

In a blink of an eye, he entered the big formation, Zichang's expression remained the same, the seals in his hands kept changing, and the aura below him formed a dharma altar. In the dharma altar, countless gray flowing mana roared, accumulating bigger and bigger, and gradually spread to the surroundings. Diffusion, but constrained by a kind of aura.

Ju Nan stood beside him, three tokens were suspended in front of him, each emitting radiance, and one of the tokens radiated radiance, protecting the two of them.

The cultivators of Gandharva entered it, but in a blink of an eye, they found that there was a vast expanse of whiteness outside them, and there was a burst of thunder from far to near, and in the end, it seemed that the entire formation was rumbling once, and they turned pale.

They seem to be in the invisible sea of ​​thunder and lightning, but they can't see the lightning, but they feel that their internal organs are cracked amidst the loud noise, no good, they have been tricked.

The cultivators scattered in all directions like headless chickens. In a blink of an eye, no one could see their companions, and they were separated one by one.

Zichang smiled, and he tapped one of the tokens, and the token suddenly shattered, and he heard a burst of thunder coming from all directions, and suddenly, a dazzling strange light lit up, and there was an earth-shattering sound. There was a big earthquake, and the monks of Gandharva who entered the formation exploded into blood rain one by one.

Xun Xiang felt his heart tremble, and in a blink of an eye, the aura disappeared, and Pingyuanbao appeared, two people stood there, with two tokens hanging in front of them, and the aura outside them was covered by the token.

Her subordinates had disappeared without a trace, and anger rose in her heart, but the anger could no longer cover up her rationality.

"You killed my subordinates?" Xun Xiang couldn't hear any anger in his tone, but there was a bone-piercing chill, and the huge Nascent Soul around him pressed down on the two of them.

"If you talk about the people who entered the formation just now, yes, they are all dead!" Zichang is at the golden core stage, fortunately he has a Ju Nan with the second Gu infant beside him, otherwise, even if he resists, he won't be able to fight. would be so easy.

"Then you all must die!" Xun Xiang's voice suddenly rose, following her voice, the music in the air sounded, and the fragrance wind suddenly rose, as if all the gods and Buddhas of the heavens were here, countless spiritual lights whizzed over, and murmured Sanskrit singing The sound is overwhelming.

"You don't want to know what formation this is?" Zichang's voice sounded clearly in the Sanskrit singing.

Xun Xiang was taken aback, his momentum weakened by two points, and he couldn't help asking: "What formation?"

"Ten directions are destroyed!" Zichang's voice was very calm, and he touched the token in front of him with his hand. The token was broken, and a dazzling brilliance made their eyes go blank, and huge mana fluctuations exploded.

Xunxiang was taken aback, wanted to use Tianzutong, wanted to get out of the situation in front of him, just started, a huge pressure rebounded, and Tianzutong failed.

She flicked her fingers quickly, and the music seemed like a storm, and images appeared around her, such as Garan Vajra, Bodhisattva and Arhat, surrounded by layers, with flying sky dancing on top, smallpox falling one after another, and gods of the earth below, protecting them tightly.

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