Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Samsara Peak, northeast.

In the camp of demon sect disciples.

Tuoba Yu looked at hundreds of white-robed wizards and was shot through his body without any resistance, killing him on the spot.

His expression was extremely ugly. His voice was trembling, and he said hoarsely: "Now I finally understand why eight hundred years ago, when the disciples of my Holy Cult had an absolute advantage, they lost hundreds of thousands of people in less than two sticks of incense after the reincarnation formation was opened. Ten thousand. This magic circle...

horrible! "

Chen Xuanjia looked at the air swords flying across the sky with fear on his face and said: "Let alone defeating it, even facing it is an act of suicide!" Old Man Mo Lin said: "This is just the reincarnation method. At the tip of the iceberg of the formation, only the formation eyes on Cangyun's five veins were opened. Eight hundred years ago, Cangyun had thirteen veins! Each vein had a main formation eye! is ten

The power of the three-line formation is much greater than it is now! "

The Ghost Sword Demon King said: "Thankfully our Holy Cult did not interfere with Ye Xiaochuan today, otherwise Yujizi would definitely take the opportunity to destroy us! Under this sword formation, even if all of us 300,000 believers do not perish, You will also lose most of it!”

Everyone nodded slightly.

Just one wave of attacks from thousands of single-color air swords killed four to five hundred white-robed wizards on the spot. There are at least 500,000 or 600,000 single-color qi swords in the sky, and at least 3,000 more powerful blue sky giant swords. What's more, as long as Yu Jizi makes a thought and waves the Samsara Divine Sword in his hand, a steady stream of qi swords and The giant sword will be divided from the five pillars of light

Li came out and condensed a new monochromatic Qi sword.

This is definitely not something humans can resist.

Nor can it be resisted by large numbers.

Whoever faces this sword formation will have only one ending.

die!

There will definitely be no second ending!

The endless monochromatic air swords and the giant swords holding the sky are like the swords of death, looking at everyone in the sky indifferently.

Regardless of whether they are wizards, goddesses, or people from other sects, if anyone dares to take action, these terrifying death swords will take their lives immediately.

In the Reincarnation Hall.

Xuan Ying was controlling the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk to condense Yunqi's imprisoned soul. She passed through the huge door of the Reincarnation Hall and looked at the situation outside. She knew that the Reincarnation Circle was opened and felt anxious.

However, she was tied up just like the old storyteller. Once she left, Yun Qiyou would be in danger of his life.

Li Ziye had frozen Yun Qiyou through the Haotian Mirror.

He took a breath and took a look at the situation outside.

Said: "I didn't expect to see the reincarnation array activated again in my lifetime, but compared to that time, the power released by the array at this moment is not as powerful."

Xuan Ying said: "Something must have happened to Xiaochuan." Li Ziye said: "Ye Xiaozi is a seven-generation grudge and the savior chosen by the Wood God. His destiny in this life is destined to be bumpy, but he is not destined to die young. Don't worry. That's it. What should be worried about is the back mountain. You can feel it. It seems that there is something going on in the back mountain.

Some unknown incident occurred. "

Xuan Ying nodded silently and said: "There are at least ten powerful energy fluctuations in the back mountain." Li Ziye said: "We can still capture such clear energy fluctuations from a distance of dozens of miles, which means that the master of those ten powers, They should all be in the Sumeru realm. With so many masters of the Sumeru realm gathered together, it seems that they are still in the realm.

A state of tension. I guess it's the masters of the heavens, and that's what we should worry about. At this moment, I have forcibly frozen Yun Qiyou's body, and now I am starting to seal her heart. Miss Qingying, go and close the door of the Samsara Hall to prevent Xuan Ying from doing two things. Yun Qiyou is in danger at this moment. If he is distracted,

She must die!

Later, Qingying and I will join forces, together with the little fox demon's Bingxin Qihua, we can seal Yun Qiyou's five orifices for up to half an hour, and then we can go out. So don’t waste time now, get started! "

Qingying heard the words, hesitated for a moment, and then rushed to the door and closed the two giant doors with force.

At the moment it closed, she took one last look at the situation outside through the gap.

Just in time to see hundreds of southern Xinjiang wizards being killed by endless air swords while breathing, their faces were very ugly.

Samsara Peak, back mountain.

Nameless Valley.

The old storyteller turned a blind eye to the top masters around him.

He is still trying his best to rescue Yuan Xiaolou.

I saw his handprints changing wildly, muttering words in his mouth, and a moment later he picked up the judge's pen in the blood bucket.

The blood-stained judge's pen flicked, and all the blood was sprinkled on Yuan Xiaolou's body.

Yuan Xiaolou had no trace of her body, and the old storyteller had previously drawn many horrific patterns on her body with blood.

When the blood fell on Yuan Xiaolou's body, the pattern lines began to emit a blood-red light as the old storyteller's mysterious method was activated.

Strangely, these blood-red rays of light did not spread outwards, but only floated on the surface of Yuan Xiaolou's body. Then, like a giant whale absorbing water, all the blood-red rays of light were absorbed into Yuan Xiaolou's body. The old storyteller sang: "The source of three souls, one soul is embryonic light, the second soul is refreshing spirit, and the third soul is ghost essence. The origin of seven souls is one soul, corpse dog, two souls lying on arrows, three souls, bird yin, and four souls, swallowing thieves. , the five souls are not poisonous, the six souls remove filth, the seven souls stink the lungs, the three souls and the seven souls condense.

Gather into shape, use blood as a matchmaker, borrow corpses to bring back souls! "

When the old storyteller sang the last line of "Borrowing a corpse to bring back a soul," the judge's pen touched the center of Yuan Xiaolou's eyebrows.

He shouted: "The bridge between heaven and earth has been restored. Wake up quickly! Wake up quickly! Wake up quickly..."

The storyteller's almost crazy voice echoed in the valley.

Suddenly, Yuan Xiaolou, who was lying on the flowerbed, moved his fingers gently.

She was actually alive!

Seeing this, the storyteller exhaled, wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeve, and poured the last elixir in the bowl into her mouth.

Then, he seemed to lose his strength and sat down next to Yuan Xiaolou.

At this moment, Hua Wuyou, who had been sitting cross-legged not far away, slowly opened his eyes.

His body shook, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

It was strange that his blood was not red.

But green.

No one knew what terrible things Hua Wuyou had experienced in the illusion of Hades. Even a person of his level would be injured in the illusion.

Hua Wuyou turned to look at the almost exhausted storyteller and asked, "How is she?"

The storyteller said, "She's alive. I was almost exhausted!"

Hua Wuyou stood up and walked to Yuan Xiaolou's side. He took Yuan Xiaolou's pulse and found that Yuan Xiaolou already had a pulse.

He bowed to the storyteller and said, "Thank you, old senior."

The storyteller panted and said, "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda, but I didn't expect it to cause such a big mess."

Hua Wuyou looked around, his eyes swept over the Hades, Yao Xiaofu, Yao Xiaoyu, Xianyao, Fashang, Wu Se, Guo Bier one by one, and finally fell on the three golden armor gods. He said lightly, "Why are you here?"