"who?"
Hong Daoren's eyes turned cold, and he took out a token with many runes from his sleeve and slapped it on the table.
Behind the Yizhuang, in a room, there is an altar with incense, flowers, candles and candles to support the gods. The light is bright. The five-color treasure cover hanging on it rotates slowly. The three-color talisman flags of green, yellow and white are hung in the middle. Lowering the spiritual light, the nine sets of golden lamps below lit up one by one.
The phantom of the flame emerged from under the altar like water waves, layer upon layer, spreading outward, like a red lotus withering, it was very gorgeous.
Flames also appeared on the circular light mirror in front of Chu Tai, and even tried to follow the connection and burn him.
"Three-dimensional light shines through the Nine Hells Lamp Altar? Good guy, you actually use this altar for refining dead souls as an evil altar for refining ghosts. What a talent!"
Before Shui Jing collapsed, Chu Tai also saw clearly the origin of the other party and couldn't help gritting his teeth.
He raised his hand to make a fire, and a golden danxia flag appeared in the flames. When he brushed it in the air, the red fire danxia golden light fell down like a red cloud.
"I am outside the house of fire in the three realms and above the nine hells, but you have the nerve to burn me with fire!"
Hong Daoren laughed loudly and hit the table with the token in his hand. There were also fires rising all around, protecting Yizhuang.
He took a step back and used his fire escape to reach the altar. He pressed the token and the flags vibrated, blocking the red fire, red, and golden light.
Pick up the command flag on the altar and throw it downwards.
A few rays of fire flew out from the golden lamp, rolled up the flag and disappeared.
Then, a green-faced and fanged Hell Rakshasa appeared behind Chu Tai and reached out to grab his back.
With a flick of the fly whisk, the two hexagrams Kan and Li lit up on the Bagua pattern, and the two qi of water and fire were rolled up and drawn out, annihilating the ashes of the Rakshasa ghost.
Then, another Hell Rakshasa emerged from behind him, holding a broadsword and cutting it down. However, he was confused by the flying maple leaves and turned into blue smoke in the golden light.
"Ghosts and gods of Hell? The true meaning of Hell? So this altar was originally a side branch of Xuanmen?"
Chu Tai was a little surprised. He didn't expect that the Dharma altar of Hong Daoist actually condensed some of the true meaning of hell, and then derived the idea that if you stand in the Dharma altar, you will stand on top of hell and will not fall, suffer, or suffer. suffering.
Although this kind of artistic conception still does not belong to the orthodox Dharma altar, the intention is not low, and if you practice hard, you can expect positive results.
Chu Tai, who understood this, was even more angry.
"What a perfect Dharma-rectification you have made!"
A flash of Nanyan Cave Floating Sun Yao Zhenqi burst out from the top door, the fire light rose, and the palm that formed the size of an acre of field suddenly fell down.
The blazing flames surged out, the golden light rubbed and stirred, and the altar shook with just a single tremor, and the golden lamps swayed.
Only then did Hong Daoren realize how powerful he was and scolded the old man and middle-aged man beside him.
"If you don't take action yet, will he let you go after he kills me?"
After saying that, he seemed worried that the two would hesitate and added another sentence.
"As long as you can hold on for a while, I can give you what I promised you earlier!"
After hearing this, the old man was still thinking, but the middle-aged man could no longer bear it. He raised his hand and released a stream of black energy, wrapped in the cold evil energy.
When the old man saw that his son had already taken action, he coughed twice and released a stream of yellow turbid air from his sleeves, which was wrapped in bits of sand and turned into turbid waves rising up, combining with the cold and evil air.
Chu Tai snorted coldly: "Get out!"
With a wave of his sleeve, the big hand formed by Nanyan Cave's Fuxi Yao Zhenqi pressed down again, breaking the turbid waves generated by the combined efforts of the father and son, and shattering the guardian law outside Yi Zhuang.
The old man and the middle-aged man were shaken, and were knocked away by the huge force produced out of thin air. They hit the wall and fell down. They vomited blood and fainted.
"master!"
The young man was furious when he saw this, jumped up suddenly, and tried to rush forward to find trouble for Chu Tai.
"Quiet!"
Pressing down with his palms, his true energy rolled, and his big hands lifted and pressed the young man, sealing him close to him.
A red rope flew out and wrapped tightly around the young man's body with the copper coins, sealing away the filthy energy of the training spirit and the debris and dead bones in his body.
Just after such a delay, Daoist Hong below also completed the preliminary work of casting the spell.
"rise!"
An angry shout rang out, and behind Daoist Hong, in front of the shrine with many fragrant flowers and candles, a seven-story bronze pagoda rose into the sky, with red flames burning inside, and childish cries kept coming out.
"evil creature!"
Chu Tai's long hair was flying. Even though he had expected it, he was still furious when he saw it.
Stretching out one hand and spreading its five fingers, Nanyan Cave's big hand formed by Fu Xi Yao Zhenqi wanted to grab the bronze tower.
Hong Daoren was not surprised but overjoyed. He had already seen that the big hand in the air was transformed by Chu Tai's magic power, driving the bronze tower into the air, trying to pollute its true energy with the demonic and evil energy in it.
The two collided, and the evil energy full of despair and pain merged into the flames, causing a layer of black energy to appear on the surface of the big hand. Then the pagoda rushed up and penetrated the big hand. The floating light of Nanyan Cave's true energy collapsed like a tree of fire and silver flowers. .
"Hahahaha! My Six-Yang Divine Infant Tower just lacks the soul of a pure-yang monk as the core. Since you have sent it to my door, I won't be polite."
Hong Taoist laughed loudly, waved the flag in his hand, and the bronze tower rose into the sky, just to cover Chu Tai.
"Your Liuyang Divine Infant Tower?"
Chu Tai chuckled lightly, stretched out his hand and said sarcastically: "You might as well try again. Does it still listen to you?"
Hong Daoren's expression changed slightly, and then he saw that a ring had been placed on the pagoda for some time, and the clear light was rotating in it, consuming the breath and magic power he had left in the pagoda.
"not good!"
He raised the token in his hand again and was about to knock it down when he suddenly discovered that there were lotus blossoms blooming among the golden lamps below.
These lotus flowers swayed between the lights, blooming and falling, and illusory petals flew out, surrounding the golden lanterns, like soaring flames.
"The secret technique of planting lotus? When?"
Hong Taoist was also not an ordinary casual cultivator. He saw the essence of the lotus flower below. His expression suddenly changed and he looked at Chu Tai.
What responded to him was a green light, and frost covered his face bit by bit, and his magic power was frozen.
Holding the green light of Su Chen in one hand and the Bagua gourd whisk in the other, he slowly walked up to the altar, pushed it down with his backhand, and let the lotus and flames engulf it.
Standing on the altar, a stream of mana surged under Chu Tai's feet. The floating sun in Nanyan Cave rolled with true energy, and the surrounding lotus flowers shone brightly. Little by little, the mana in the entire altar was washed away, and its core essence was captured. .
'Is it really an inherited altar? It's a pity that it has lost its true meaning and there is no one to host it. How can you compete with me? '
Standing in the middle of the altar, Chu Tai felt the slight spiritual instinct in the altar, understood it in his heart, and increased the suppression of his magic power.
After losing its host and being occupied by Chu Tai at the core, the altar did not last long before being wiped away by Nanyan Cave's Floating Xi Yao Zhenqi and replaced by another owner.
He reached out and used his true energy to roll, pulling the young man forward and asking, "Who are you and where do you live?"
