"What a sword!"
The Taoist Master is holding a seven-feather fan. When he flaps the seven-feather fan, the charm of the Tao spreads out, and the magnificent aura fills the whole body, making it difficult for the Yin Qi of the formation to invade.
Compared with other sages, the moral venerable did not move an inch in the formation after protecting himself.
Spells are means, and formations are naturally also means.
It's the same method, so it's impossible not to let Hong Ku use it.
Stepping into the formation, this was the reason why Lord Dao allowed Hongku to challenge the position of the venerable.
Hongku on one side had a geographical advantage, while the four venerables had a numerical advantage. In this battle, the balance of victory was not entirely in favor of one side.
The Moral Master is also good at formations. If you go to his Moral Palace, he can make Hongku experience more powerful formations.
Precisely because he understood the formation, Master Daode did not move a step.
He can orient himself accurately without moving, and once he has the positioning reference of the five ghosts, this formation will no longer hinder him.
He chatted a lot with Master Sanxiao, and he knew very well that Master Sanxiao had a high probability of defeating the five ghosts guarding the formation.
Even if one party can be eradicated, the moral sage can clearly understand the operation of this formation.
Three sword lights flashed and sinister screams sounded, and the moral venerable couldn't help but admired.
He glanced at it and immediately began to move.
As long as you know the rules of the five ghosts blowing up the evil wind in the five directions of southeast, northwest, and the moral sage can safely avoid this evil wind that confuses the mind and invades the body, and finally steps out of this formation.
He stretched out his hand and pinched his fingers, taking one step at a time.
Every time he stepped down, the moral venerable nodded slightly.
The rules of the formation's operation were exactly the same as his calculations.
If you want to guide the power of the formation, you must follow the rules of the formation's operation. This is not a change that Hongku can make at will, and Hongku cannot modify the rules of a formation.
As a variant of the Five Tigers and Herds of Sheep Formation, although the power of the Five Ghosts and Yinfeng Sword Formation is different, the rules are no different from the Five Tigers and Herds of Sheep Formation.
He is the sheep in the formation, but as long as he finds the right path, he can avoid the killing tiger.
After taking a few steps, Venerable Daode suddenly saw the eaves of Hongku Courtyard.
Under the eaves, pieces of spiritual tablets were constantly flipping over, creating waves of turbulence.
On the side of the front room, a string of bells kept ringing, making an annoying sound.
"The source is..."
"Moral Lord, good baby!"
The Moral Master shook his seven-feather fan, and seven feathers of different colors unfolded, and flames rose from each feather.
He opened a fan to the front room, and the flames on the feathers immediately left the fan and turned into overwhelming flames.
But the moral venerable was immediately shocked.
Before he finished speaking, a voice came.
But there is something faster than the speed of sound.
Gray-white venomous snakes emerged from all directions.
Some fell from the air, some came out of the ground, and some flew in with wings. Most of them came from the ground wandering from the southeast, northwest, and northwest.
The huge group of snakes are so densely packed in a small space that there is no place for them to step on.
When thousands of green and venomous snakes stared at him, the moral venerable man could not help but feel his scalp numb.
"retreat!"
The seven-feathered fan of the Moral Venerable fanned fiercely, and the infinite flames continued to burn these cursed snakes.
The pungent smell of burnt wood came, and the moral venerable frowned slightly.
But when faced with the spells of a great cultivator of supernatural powers, he did not dare to take them lightly. Even if the flames caught on his clothes, the moral sage must burn these spell snakes cleanly.
According to Hongku's violent use of the Snake Head Curse, the opponent would almost break the spell with this wave.
Hong Ku doesn't care if his magic is broken, and the moral venerable doesn't care either.
He fanned the flames, and various charms spread out, and the magnificent aura filled the whole body. The aura of the great cultivator continued to suppress all directions, and cooperated with the flames to destroy these terrible poisonous snakes.
Compared with Wu Chao's snake head curse, the poisonous snake body condensed by each snake head curse of Hongku was like steel, making bursts of gold and iron sounds when it hit and bit his body.
Whenever he is bitten by a poisonous snake, the violent poison of the spell will inevitably invade his body quickly.
If it weren't for the treasure fan in his hand, the Taoist Venerable felt that he would be in trouble today. It would be difficult to rely on his own spells to deal with Hong Ku's lose-lose strategy.
But this is the battle of the Lords.
No one can easily ascend to the position of venerable without showing some impressive skills.
The Moral Master stood firm in all directions, the seven-feathered fan in his hand was constantly beating, and the blows of the flames repeled every poisonous snake that invaded his body.
When a poisonous python that was nearly three feet long appeared, the moral venerable narrowed his eyes slightly.
"The Snake King has appeared, Hongku, are you really trying to destroy your own spell for the sake of the position of venerable?" Venerable Daode said: "You must know that my seven-colored feather fan is specially designed to defeat evil spells. , your snake head curse will be completely destroyed in front of my precious fan!"
"go!"
The voice of the moral lord responded without hesitation.
The huge snake king exhaled a fishy breath, and the venom fell like a rain of flowers from the sky.
The precious fan of the Moral Venerable fanned out with great force, and there was a constant squeaking sound of the collision of venom and flames.
"My seven-colored feathered treasure fan contains fire in the wood, fire in the stone, fire in the sky, samadhi fire, and fire in the world. All kinds of flames can overcome all kinds of evil spells in direct confrontation. No matter how high your snake head spell is, see I got this..."
The flames flew into the air and wrapped around the snake king, causing bursts of stench to burn. The moral venerable shook his head slightly.
He knew very well what would happen if the Hong Ku Curse was broken.
In this battle, Hong Ku suffered a complete defeat.
Without extremely violent attacks, he can be called the frontal nemesis of many conjuration practitioners.
As long as he holds the precious fan in his hand, Venerable Daode is not afraid of any Venerable except Venerable Thunder, which obviously includes spell masters like Hong Ku.
The Taoist Master controlled the burning fan and narrated the relevant content in his mouth to see if he could dissuade Hongku from not turning back.
After all, Hongku is also an extremely important part of the Holy Land.
As long as Hongku swears not to climb to the position of a sage and is willing to sincerely teach his disciples, many sages can still tolerate each other's existence.
Halfway through his words, he suddenly saw a trace of blood falling.
The moral venerable stretched out his hand and saw the blood quickly turning black in his hand.
He touched his nostrils, and when he retracted his hand, he saw that it was covered with black blood.
"Fire defeats spells, but fire cannot defeat smoke. Haven't you noticed that there is something special about the unpleasant smell produced after my spell snakes are defeated?"
At the door of the wing, an old man with nearly no hair or hair appeared.
He relied on the support of a young man with a sad face to walk out slowly, and every step seemed laborious.
As he staggered forward, he also pointed to the fan and a large jar the young man was holding.
In the big jar, there are still a bunch of brown lumps burning. Wisps of black smoke are mixed in the air, and are constantly mixed into the scorched smell caused by the snake head curse. Along with the breeze caused by the fan, the breeze is constantly blowing. To the moral lord.
"This is a low-level poison technique," said the Taoist Venerable with a livid face.
"Winning is a good skill." Hongku nodded and said: "After all, I almost fell to this method today. I didn't expect you to be more unbearable than me!"
"I admit defeat and am willing to step down from my position as a venerable person. I hope you can detoxify me!" the moral venerable said solemnly.
"Okay, I have difficulty moving, just come over and detoxify!"
Hong nodded painstakingly.
Zhang Xuezhou, who was supporting Hong Ku, looked at the moral venerable with a sad face.
One step, two steps...
A count sounded in Zhang Xuezhou's heart.
Hong Ku's tragic end obviously greatly confused the venerable man. Seeing the venerable Tao Dao wipe away his nosebleed and take steps forward, Zhang Xuezhou could only count down the time.
"Master Hongku, is this really going to fall in five steps?"
After five steps, the moral saint's nose and eyes were filled with blood, and his body fell straight down.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that the count of the five steps of poisonous smoke was a little too accurate.
"You bitch, now you know how ruthless your methods are in planning to kill your division!"
Hong took a long look at Zhang Xuezhou, then looked at the tiny hair wrapped around Zhang Xuezhou's waist, and he couldn't help but sigh.
In the past, Zhang Xuezhou's unintentional change turned into intentional, and in the later, Wu Chao counterattacked.
Hongku felt that these two students were very good. As long as they survived this disaster, it would be difficult for students with this kind of mentality to die in the future.
In terms of enrollment resources, he has indeed kept the most talented students in his hands over the years.
However, the deaths of those students in the past did not trigger the backstage to hold the Holy Land accountable. No backstage dared to come to the Holy Land to seek justice, and there was no opportunity for Hong Ku to find the person behind the scenes.
But this time, his students were not dead yet, but came back with enough help.
He focused his gaze on the center of the Five Ghost Yin Feng Sword Formation.
In that place, Wuchao was still lying there half-dead.
But next to Wuchao, a woman in white stood pretty, and a colorful cloth umbrella covered her head, constantly emitting colorful brilliance to resist the cold wind.
This was the boost he needed.
