"The great method of disintegration of heavenly demons, imitating the formless demons, originated from Yamati. In ancient times, a demon was born in hell, and the heavenly demon was born by pouring the water of all evils from the flower of evil. The heavenly demon has no form and form, and can live in any demon, person, One beast, one immortal, unleashes thousands of demonic disasters... The shape adopted by the ancestor is the art of creating the disintegration of demons."
"This technique can instantly enhance the strength of the person who performs it, even a thousand or ten thousand times, until the user has no limbs to dismember and nothing to use... To understand the operation of this technique, it is especially important to start from the moment it is performed. Inside the three pillars of incense, temporarily avoid its glow, and after three pillars of incense, its technique will disappear on its own..."
Qian Yunsheng silently recited the original sentence on the scroll and complained in his heart: "After all, I just want to delay time..."
In the formation, as the old man's momentum doubled again, he finally reached Mu Xueqing's upper limit.
First, the old man punched a hole in the huge Buddha statue scroll, and then Mu Xueqing began to be unable to maintain the secret technique of the Bodhisattva's form that she entered from the beginning, and was forced to be forced out of that state by the old man.
"I just lost an arm, can't I bear it?"
Qian Yunsheng felt that the situation collapsed faster than he expected.
But he soon felt relieved. After all, the magic of disintegration of demons was also a famous magic. In addition, the demon did not spare the old man's body, which was why Mu Xueqing was so passive.
After all, Mu Xueqing was a disciple of the great sect. Although she could not retreat, she pointed at the relic above her head and pushed it in front of the old man with all her strength to stabilize her decline.
The relic began to melt like a candle in the great light.
Not caring that the important treasure given by her master would be used like this, Mu Xueqing lightly tapped Tao'a Sword, and released its final form amidst Tao'a Sword's mournful cry.
However, this move obviously put a huge burden on Mu Xueqing. She groaned, blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and Tao'a Sword almost lost its stability.
At this time, the Tao'a sword finally showed its true form, which was a ten thousand-year-old peach branch that was picked by her master and forged into this sword.
After Tao'a Sword appeared in its true form, a ten thousand-year vastness erupted unabashedly. In addition, peach wood itself has a restraining effect on demons and yin energy. Mu Xueqing directed her to move down to take the old man's head.
"Peng"
The picture he imagined did not appear. There was a muffled sound like hitting wooden leather. The old man actually grabbed his left arm with his right hand and used it as a weapon to withstand the Tao'a Sword's blow!
"this..."
Qian Yunsheng took a breath, this was too fierce.
"Peng, Peng, Peng..."
The old man became more and more courageous as he fought. He fought the Tao'a Sword head-on with his left arm for several times. Coupled with Mu Xueqing's weak skill, he finally couldn't maintain the form of the Tao'a Sword and turned into a flying sword again and flew back. Arrive in front of Mu Xueqing.
Without the restraint of Tao'a Sword, the relics in front of the old man also retreated step by step. The old man used his broken arm as a weapon like a fallen demon, and with a fierce sweep, he destroyed a large piece of treasure on the ground.
Seeing that the old man was about to break out of the formation in just a few steps, Mu Xueqing gritted her teeth and made a complicated curse seal with her fingers.
The old man's body stiffened and he was stuck in place.
It turned out that Mu Xueqing had activated her last trump card, which was the washed-white monk's robe that she put on the old man at the beginning.
Legend has it that this monk's robe was worn by the ancestor of Eshan every day. It was polished by her spiritual power and has long since become a mascot.
Although this monk's robe is just a mortal thing and does not belong to any grade, but because it is blessed by the ancestor every day, it is obviously very effective in restraining demons.
Seeing that the old man was indeed trapped by the monk's robe, Mu Xueqing's eyes lit up, and she commanded Tao'a Sword to slash up again.
The old man was suddenly trapped by the monk's robes. In addition, he was already a demon and his thinking was different from that of humans. He did not make the evasive movements that humans should do.
In addition, he was immobile, so as Tao'a Sword slashed at him, he barely raised his arm, and Tao'a Sword saw the flaw and cut off three of his fingers.
This time the situation was reversed. He was originally holding his own arm as a weapon, but finally he couldn't hold it anymore and let his arm slip off.
The old man was already like a madman and irrational. Being trapped by the monk's robe made him even more impatient.
He no longer had any scruples, and stamped his foot violently. His left foot was smashed to pieces by his stomp, and countless pieces of flesh and blood floated in the air like foam before being absorbed into his body.
"It's over"
Qian Yunsheng's eyes twitched as he looked at it. He was shocked and sighed, this method of dismantling demons is really too arrogant and unreasonable.
But the price was too high. Although the old man only had one hand and one foot left, the monk's robes on his body could hardly slow down his movements, and he was rampaging through the formation.
Qian Yunsheng lamented. Originally, when he saw Tao'a Sword cutting off the old man's finger, he thought that he didn't have to do it himself, but he didn't expect that the situation would reverse again in an instant.
"Three pillars of incense, three pillars of incense," Qian Yunsheng muttered silently in his heart, no longer hesitated, and quietly took action.
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Huang Ping was originally just a casual cultivator living here from other places. Because he was greedy for this spiritual stone reward, and he had a pair of strange eyes and magic, he usually boasted of his abilities, so as soon as the city lord's mansion posted a notice, he joined This time, they joined the demon-hunting team.
He originally only thought of making a fortune, but he never expected that he would encounter such a big battle.
Now he felt extremely regretful. Although he had some small means and usually asked for help from his relatives and friends, it was obvious that he could not get involved in such a war. He had already made up his mind. Anyway, he was alone and would not be able to get involved when he returned. Don't resign, just leave the city and run away. Anyway, the world is huge. If you are not here, you can go to other places to do casual cultivation.
He was hiding in a corner at the base of the wall, looking forward to the end of the war. Suddenly, a huge suction force came from the formation. He didn't even understand the situation, and he flew towards the center of the fight as if he was being held by his collar.
Before he could figure out what was going on, he felt his body stiffen, and then he crashed straight into such a terrifying monster.
"Ahhhhhhh"
Before he could scream out, he heard a louder cry from the side. He looked over with the corner of his eye and saw a man wearing blue sharkskin boots. Like him, he seemed to be uneasy. Controlled and bumped into the old man.
"Move, move"
Huang Ping yelled in his heart. He had a talisman in his arms that could instantly form a shield to protect him. It was suitable for this moment.
It's a pity that he desperately wanted to put his hand into his arms with trembling hands, but he couldn't do it.
"call out"
The man on the other side didn't know what method he used to finally control his body shape. He threw out a lot of random seeds. As soon as he threw these seeds into the ground, they all grew suddenly. There were huge trees among them. There are also strange grasses and vine-like tentacles.
Finally, with the man's unremitting efforts, he broke several big trees one after another, and was pulled by vines. Finally, he relied on several plants that could spray seeds to violently attack his own body, and finally succeeded in killing him. Knocked sideways.
This was the last scene in Huang Ping's eyes. He didn't have such good luck. After all, he couldn't reach into his arms, so he ran directly into the old man's attack range and was crushed into pieces by the old man.
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