Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

Chapter 334: White Bone Demon

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Shang Situ changed his finger gestures, and the twelve-headed white-bone demon opened his mouth and roared. Except for the two heads that pounced on the remaining Xiajiang Shui Tribe, the others pounced directly on the Changchun Sword Sect, Fukong Temple and other sects who came to watch the ceremony in mid-air.

The tyrannical momentum of Nascent Soul at its peak instantly caused the expressions of the masters from all factions to change.

"Since everyone is here today, please stay together...!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a giant beige bell suddenly flying out of nothingness.

"Boom...!"

The voice like Huang Zhongda Lu swept across all directions with a powerful soul-soothing power.

The existence of the large formation further enhances the power of the bell.

Unprepared, everyone present felt as if their spirits were wandering, as if they had lost their support and strength.

at the same time.

A vast nine-color divine light swept across the sky.

The terrifying ‘Netherworld Bone Divine Flag’ and the twelve-headed bone demon disappeared in an instant.

Situ Situ has reached the eleventh transformation of Nascent Soul. After being in a daze for a moment, he quickly came to his senses.

Seeing the nine-color divine light coming towards him, his expression changed drastically.

"Netherworld Ghost Escape!"

A string of green light flashed, and Shang Situ disappeared instantly.

The powerful nine-color divine light, like a giant pillar of light, streaked across Laolong Bay.

Countless shrimp soldiers and crab generals were unable to dodge, and half of the river in Laolong Bay disappeared.

"Rumble...!"

The river is mighty, like a dam that has been accumulated for a long time, pouring down with a roar like thunder.

Looking at the endless churning and turbid waves of Laolong Bay.

Looking at the tall young man in mid-air, wearing a green robe, with arms and shoulders, holding a bunch of yellow rice in his left hand, and the nine-colored light shining behind his head, like a god or a devil, everyone's expressions changed.

His indifferent eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and then settled on Ao Lin, who looked uncertain.

"Third Prince, is Xu not too late?"

A clear and calm voice filled the sky.

Ao Lin looked at the scattered Xiajiang Monster Tribe tribesmen around him and thought of the extremely powerful nine-color divine light just now. He took a deep breath and suppressed the anger and unhappiness in his heart.

"Fellow Daoist Xu came just in time!"

Xu Junming smiled lightly. In the face of absolute strength, you must endure it no matter how unhappy you are.

"That's good. Xu promised to get rid of Ao Xiu for the third prince, and he will never break his promise."

Seeing the other party's indifferent eyes looking at him, Ao Xiu instantly felt cold sweat break out on his back, and subconsciously tightened the Fang Tian Painted Halberd in his hand.

"Damn it, Xu Junming's cultivation level is at least the third level of Nascent Soul, which is not a golden elixir at all. Plus that powerful magic weapon!"

Thinking of this, Ao Xiu shouted quickly.

"King Shang Tian, ​​you and I should work together to kill this son."

Shang Situ, who had escaped the nine-color divine light, was now standing in the corner above Laolong Bay, secretly scolding Ao Xiu for talking too much.

However, seeing that indifferent gaze looking at him, Shang Situ had the support of the Black Heart Demon Cult, which gave him some confidence.

It’s just that I don’t know what kind of treasure the nine-color divine light is. After the natal magic weapon ‘Netherworld White Bone Flag’ was brushed away, there was no movement at all.

No matter how he called, there was no response.

"Chongshan Master Xu Junming, we, the Black Heart Demon Sect, are not at odds with you. Do you really want to be our enemy?"

"All demons and monsters who do evil deeds should be killed!"

He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the nine-colored divine light behind his head shot up into the sky, turned into a giant of thousands of feet, and crashed down.

"Twelve Xuanming Divine Palms!"

Shang Situ roared angrily, and with the support of the large formation, the infinite Xuanming Qi soared into the sky, turned into a giant palm that held up the sky, and hit the nine-color divine light.

He thought he could block this divine light, but he didn't know that the giant palm formed by activating the power of the formation seemed to hit the air and was directly swallowed by the nine-color divine light.

Seeing the divine light covering the sky and falling down, Shang Situ's face turned ugly, and he quickly activated his magic power to escape again.

"Boom...!"

Under the divine light, the mountains on the north side of Laolong Bay disappeared in an instant.

At the "ji"-shaped bend where the river originally washed away, a waterway more than three hundred feet long and one hundred feet wide appeared, going straight forward.

The river water is mighty, like a roaring dragon, rushing towards the waterway.

Xu Junming frowned slightly and thought to himself: "This Shang Situ can run very fast with the help of the formation."

"Forget it, let's break your formation first."

The finger gestures change, and the aura on the body suddenly changes.

"Four Elephants Sword Formation, Kill Demons!"

Shang Situ's face changed drastically as his mind was connected to the formation.

"not good!"

"Tsk...!"

Amidst the earth-shattering sound of tearing silk, a thousand-foot giant sword with a green body tore open the dark sky.

A formation diagram that was cut in half fell from the sky.

"My Netherworld Bone Formation."

Shang Situ's heart was bleeding with pain. But what he was more afraid of was the extremely powerful sword array in the sky.

Everyone changed their colors when they looked at the giant sword that dominated the world, occupying all four directions, like a pillar of heaven.

"What a powerful sword formation! No wonder it was able to destroy Daheng Mountain and kill the Sirius King."

Qiu Longzi looked serious.

"Master, didn't you say that Xu Junming, the real person from Chongshan, only has the golden elixir? But now, judging from his aura, I'm afraid he won't be able to achieve the second transformation of Nascent Soul."

"He has the cultivation of the three transformations of Nascent Soul. The reason why he was said to be a golden elixir was probably intentional."

"Intentional?"

Qiu Longzi nodded.

"No matter what his purpose is, this person hates evil and kills countless monsters. I am lucky to have the right path."

The young disciple nodded.

"Master, that yellow rice and nine-color divine light are so powerful, are they spiritual treasures?"

"I don't know, even if I am a master. However, even if it is not a spiritual treasure, it is still a magical treasure that completes the twelve treasures."

The young disciple looked at the yellow rice, the nine-color divine light, and the powerful Four Elephant Sword Formation with envy.

"It would be great if I could have such a powerful baby."

"Personal opportunities can't be forced, just practice hard."

Not only is he envious, he as a master is also envious.

Not to mention the other sect members, after cutting through the Nether Bone Formation with one sword, Xu Junming spilled a dreamy yellow beam in his hand.

Three hundred and sixty-five grains of yellow rice instantly filled the sword formation space.

Each grain is hundreds of feet long, and each grain is a magic weapon with two levels of treasure ban.

The yellow rice streaked across everyone's body, and those who carried the aura of injustice and heavy karma were instantly suppressed.

If you have merit, even if you have a little bit of merit, you will be fine.

"boom…!"

A flash of fire appeared.

"Xu Junming, my Fire Dragon Sect has no enmity or grudge against you, why did you kill my disciple?"

A middle-aged man wearing a red Taoist robe and holding a red magic sword said with a sharp expression.

He gave him a cold look.

"The ones Xu killed were demon disciples with deep karma. You know better than me what kind of virtues a disciple of your Fire Dragon Sect has. If you make any noise again, Xu will kill you too."

"you…!"

Seeing the murderous look in his eyes, the middle-aged man in red robe who wanted to say some cruel words felt cold in his heart and immediately took it back.

He snorted coldly.

He looked at Ao Xiu who was using Fang Tian's painted halberd to fly away yellow rice.

Reach out and grab it.

All the yellow rice was like moths flying towards the flames, rushing towards him in an instant.

Ao Xiu's expression changed greatly. Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand turned like a wheel. After knocking away a few grains of yellow rice, he wanted to escape. Unfortunately, the yellow rice was blocked from all directions.

Slowly, it was like a moth stuck in a spider web, sealed in by a dream of yellow beams.

Xu Junming stretched out his hand and a thousand-foot-long yellow rice made of yellow rice flew into his palm.

After taking a look, the nine-color divine light flashed across.

The body of Ao Xiu, who was suppressed in it, flew up, and his soul fell into the Huangquan River, becoming the nourishment of Yi Meng Huang Liang.

"Third Prince, I have finished what I promised you."

Ao Lin looked at the man with a complicated expression in the air.

No matter how much dissatisfaction he feels in his heart, he must bend down and speak respectfully in front of absolute strength.

"Thank you Daoist Xu for helping me kill the rebels."

Smiled faintly and stopped looking at him.

With a flick of his fingers, a dreamy yellow beam flew straight towards Shang Situ like a goddess scattering flowers.

The latter's expression changed drastically.

He wanted to escape, but found that there was no way to escape.

"Xu Junming, are you determined to be an enemy of my Black Heart Demon Cult?"

"So much bullshit at this time!"

With Xu Junming's magic power, the speed at which the yellow rice was gathered instantly increased a lot.

"Damn it, you made me do it."

Shang Situ looked fierce, clenched his fist and punched his chest three times.

Three mouthfuls of semen and blood spurted out, and instantly his eye sockets were sunken, his face turned pale, and his energy and energy were greatly reduced.

"Netherworld Demon Blood, Yasha Bone Demon, come out!"

"boom…!"

Like a flash flood, the essence and blood burned instantly, and a powerful ghostly demonic energy shook away the approaching yellow rice.

Immediately afterwards, a giant palm of white bones, a hundred feet long, stretched out from the netherworld's demonic energy.

Behind him are white bone arms that look like pillars of heaven, and shoulder blades as thick as mountains.

Along with the sky-high white bone essence and ghostly demonic flames, a white-bone Yaksha head with white hair and red eyes, a mountain-shaped top, as big as a mountain, sprang out.

The ferocious mouth with interlaced canine teeth opened, and a hundred-foot-thick netherworld demonic flame rushed towards Xu Junming overwhelmingly.

"gate of hell!"

Xu Junming's fingers changed.

Three hundred and sixty-five grains of yellow rice changed instantly, and with a 'bang', a thousand-foot-tall, dark-black city gate with a ghost head embossed in the middle, and a fierce city gate suddenly appeared in the air.

"boom…!"

When the magic flame touched the door, a loud thunderous noise shook the sky.

The surging shock wave swept across like a hurricane, and all the monks from various factions in the air were thrown away.

The water in Laolong Bay seems to have been hit by a giant hammer. The middle is dented and the bottom of the river is almost exposed.

"Hahaha, this is the 'Yaksha White Bone God Demon' cultivated by the leader. It has half-step soul-level combat power. Xu Junming, let me see how you die!"

Standing on the top of the ghost gate, he looked at the white-bone god and demon who had crawled out of the space passage. He was thousands of feet tall, had three heads and six arms, and was so powerful.

Xu Junming took a deep breath.

"Disciple Xu Junming, I would like to invite the Holy Emperor Guan to come to me. I am as urgent as the law!"

In an instant, the aura on his body rose rapidly, and in the blink of an eye he reached the twelfth transformation of the Nascent Soul.

The finger gestures in the palm changed, and the four-image sword array trembled.

"Buzz...!"

The sword vibrated.

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