The soap-robed monk looked at his senior brother who was so proud of himself just now, but now he was holding his head and screaming, feeling hesitant in his heart.
"Junior brother, go gather the disciples quickly! I will call the master to come out! Be careful, this person's methods are very weird!"
The red-eyed old man was caught off guard and was distracted. He endured the severe pain and ordered the soap-robed monk to take out a blood-red transmission note.
Only this talisman can pass through the magic circle outside the Blood Moon Patriarch's cave and contact him.
However, as soon as he finished speaking, an increasingly louder buzzing sound came from the sky.
The two looked up and found that just as they were talking, the sky above their heads was covered by a cloud of blood-colored insects, growing in size.
On Blood Moon Island, the black-clothed monks who heard the noise and came out of their respective caves saw the cloud of insects above their heads covering the sky and the sun. They all looked confused and thought they were spiritual insects cultivated by the seniors in the sect.
It wasn't until these spiritual insects came crashing down like the sky that they realized something was wrong. They either fled back to the cave, attacked the insect cloud on the spot, or fled out of the island.
"Impossible! How can a monk in the middle stage of forming a pill control hundreds of thousands of spiritual insects!"
The red-eyed old man was horrified, and after hurriedly playing the transmission talisman, he sacrificed a black-ringed magic weapon, and with a "hum" a wisp of blood-red spiritual flames spurted out from his nose.
As soon as this wisp of spiritual flame landed on the black ring, it immediately ignited it.
"go!"
Black rings flew out, growing bigger and bigger, and soon turned into a giant wheel of fire.
As long as one blow can wipe out more than a thousand spiritual insects, we will still have a chance!
The red-eyed old man thought so, looking at the rolling flame wheel with a gloomy expression.
On the other side, when the soap-robed monk saw this situation, he knew that the low-level disciples in the sect were hopeless. He jumped to the red-eyed old man and offered his magic weapon to protect the two of them.
In the nervous gaze of the two people, the giant ring of flame flew into the insect cloud and was instantly swallowed up by layers of blood puppet flying ants.
"Elder brother, how are you doing?"
As soon as the soap-robed monk asked, the red-eyed old man's complexion suddenly changed, and he flew away from the island without saying a word.
In just a moment, he lost the sense of this powerful magic weapon, and he did not see the insect corpses falling. He suddenly lost all will to fight in his heart and only wished that these spiritual insects could not escape quickly.
After the soap-robed monk was stunned for a moment, he quickly turned into a blue escaping light to follow.
Above the pressing insect cloud, Luo Hong silently controlled the flying ants. He was not relaxed at this time.
It's not that his spiritual consciousness is not strong enough to control such a large number of blood puppet flying ants, but the insect control technique he used is a bit stretched, and it can be clearly felt that the blood puppet flying ants are not as obedient as before.
Although this matter must be resolved, there is no need to worry. After all, he is not a demon. It is probably only this time that he dispatches hundreds of thousands of blood puppet flying ants to destroy the sect in one go.
As the blood puppet flying ants wreaked havoc on the island, the disciples of the Blood Moon Sect soon found that they had no way to deal with these spiritual insects. The foundation-building monks had no power to resist in front of the flying ants. Hundreds of flying ants pounced on them. And, it can make a living person disappear in an instant.
The disciples of the Blood Moon Sect who lived on the periphery fled when they saw that the situation was not good. However, the island protection formation had fallen into Luo Hong's hands, and all the prohibition tokens in their hands were useless.
So with great joy, they all hit the earth-yellow shield with a "dong-dong-dong" sound, and were killed by the chasing ants.
"Senior Brother, my prohibition token doesn't work anymore!"
The ears of the soap-robed monk were filled with the sound of "clicking, clicking, clicking". His protective magic weapon could no longer hold up. However, the large formation that was supposed to protect them has now become a barrier that makes them feel desperate.
"Junior brother, work together to create a gap!"
Although the red-eyed old man knew that the formation plate of the island-protecting formation had been taken away by someone, he never expected that the other party would use the unfamiliar formation for his own use so quickly.
Could it be that we have offended some formation master?
"Okay, I will definitely take action with all my strength!"
The soap-robed monk sprayed a mouthful of blood on his natal magic weapon and made a desperate gesture.
The red-eyed old man raised his right arm, then swung it down violently.
During the swing, his right arm quickly withered, and a blood-red moonlight shot out, hitting the earth-yellow spirit shield together with the soap-robed monk's natal magic weapon.
After a loud "bang" sound, the spiritual light dissipated. The earth-yellow spiritual shield was not penetrated, and the damaged parts were still recovering quickly.
"Impossible! How could this Wu Tu Formation withstand the combined blow of me and my senior brother!"
The soap-robed monk shouted in disbelief. How could he not know the power of his own formation? The Wutu formation could only withstand the full blow of the monks in the pill formation stage!
Haha, you're welcome. I just saw that your formation is very crude, so I can help you connect the earth veins to double the power of the formation.
Luo Hong thought this way as he looked at the two pill-forming monks who were swallowed up by a swarm of flying ants in front of the spirit shield.
"Fellow Taoist He? If you have anything to say, can you collect your magical power first?"
An old voice resounded throughout the land, and the deep mana aura made Luo Hong immediately identify the voice's owner.
Why did the Blood Moon Patriarch show up at this time?
This irrelevant doubt flashed through Luo Hong's mind, and then he ordered all the blood puppet flying ants to press towards the Blood Moon Ancestor.
"Fellow Taoist, please don't bully others too much. Do you think this ancestor is afraid of you? Look at this ancestor breaking your spirit worm! Huh? How could that be!"
"Wait a minute, fellow Taoist, I have a treasure hidden overseas, I would like to... ah!"
As the last ancestor of the Blood Moon appeared, he died under the bite of thousands of ants without even showing his face. The Blood Moon Sect, which had been doing evil for two hundred years, was declared to be destroyed.
After calling the ants back to the treasure bag, Luo Hong looked at Fan Mengyi who had been stunned for a long time and said:
"In the next few months, I will set up a formation here. Although you can't help, you can't be idle. I have homework to give you."
"Master, no matter what you ask, I will try my best to complete it."
Fan Mengyi closed her chin and responded excitedly.
Luo Hong nodded slightly, and with a thought, nearly a hundred blood puppet flying ants flew to Fan Mengyi's side.
"My disciples, Zhuo, must not be inferior to others in terms of knowledge, otherwise they will be disgraced as teachers.
In the past few months, you have sorted the contents of these storage bags into one place. If you don't know, you can look up these jade slips.
If you have this experience, my disciple, you will definitely be deeply impressed by everything you encounter. "
Fan Mengyi looked at these blood-stained storage bags and couldn't help but swallowed. This was too profound. She held up her hands and said:
"Disciple, obey!"
"Well, if my disciple can do it to the satisfaction of my master, I will allow you to choose any three items from these storage bags."
After Luo Hong said that, he flew out of the island. The shadow formation on the outside was still too bad. He had to replace it with the Tianfeng Demon Locking Formation, otherwise he would not be able to sleep well.
"Thank you Master!"
Fan Mengyi thanked Luo Hong loudly at his back, and then excitedly flew to a pavilion below with the blood puppet flying ants.
She didn't know yet what torture she would face.
