Chapter 1130 Evil
Breaking the starlight, Kanshui Liguang, Ruijin Gengguang, the three unique soul lights... Countless kinds of powerful, the terrible heavenly god light is flying around, which is the array of light in troubled times laid by Miaochengzong. At the beginning of chaos, everything is born, and all kinds of divine light are born, each of which has unparalleled terrible power.
This array of divine light in troubled times is integrated into the array with hundreds of innate five elements, deduced and calculated all kinds of powerful killing and fierce divine light. Of course, this divine light is not the terrible divine light of the original Honghuang, but is calculated from the large array. It belongs to the illusion between reality, but it has real lethality.
Although the five elements of innate wonders are extremely rare to say, it also refers to things that are useful and can be refined for immortals. Among these five elements of innate wonders, there are many vicious and abnormal things. Miao Chengzong collected them up and laid out such a big array by means of formation.
Countless colorful lights shine. Wherever they pass, the magic weapon on the body as a tentative monk has no resistance at all. This fierce extreme light has invaded the body. Although these divine lights are not as good as the great five elements annihilation light cultivated by Gan Ping, they are also first-class and difficult goods. Where the broken starlight passes, all vitality is extinct. When the first monk who is full of treasure light is stained with a little of this bright starlight, his face is immediately dark and he falls to the ground, as if he has been invaded by a blood-sucking demon. In general, the blood of the whole body is dripping.
And where the water passes away from the light, the blue light is full, and the touch turns into ice and dust. As for the Ruijin Gengguang, it is even more domineering. It comes and goes like the wind to destroy all the obstacles. No matter what magic sword you have, it turns into powder. These kinds of divine lights are raging in the array, and the angry real people can't stand it.
Isn't this bullying? Dealing with small monks with such a large array, although these people's magic weapons are not bad, and obviously the hermits also spend a lot of energy, the gap in the realm is simply irreparable. This is simply sending these people to die. Could it be that they really think that with these people, they can find their own wonderful clan to protect the mountain. What are the details of the array?
Three breaths! It's just three breaths. A whole 1,600 monks ranging from Yuanying to Mahayana have turned into powder, and their souls are scattered, and even a trace of divine thoughts have not escaped! Everyone couldn't help taking a cold breath. What a hermit who regards human life like grass, what a fierce array! The bright-eyed people have seen that although this group of monks are cannon fodder, there are also several Mahayana monks holding several powerful fairy weapons in their hands, which is enough to compete with ordinary immortals. However, even so, it is instantly disappearing. The power of this array makes everyone can't help but look sideways.
"What a wonderful sect, slaughtering fellow practitioners, all the world is lost! Today, I have millions of fellow practitioners, and I will definitely ask for an explanation!" A man's fiery red robe fluttered and slowly came out of the crowd. A few rays of goatee trembled slightly. It was the fire parents in the hermit family. In those years, because of the affairs of Ma Linger and other women, the angry real man also had a deal with this old man. He was born with the master of Tongtian Sword Sect and forced the hermit to bow their heads. Obviously, the two sides formed a grudge against each other at that time, and then it was the hermit. They provoked countless scattered cultivations to besiege Yulong Mountain behind their backs. The two sides are in the same situation, and they are immortal at present. The endless situation.
Now that the door of the fairyland has opened, and the masters of the hermit clan have crossed the border one after another, which also gives the confidence of the hermit clan. Now they are ready to move again, and the Iron Gate clan with the soaring strength is coming together, wrapped in countless small sects, trying to destroy the wonderful sect. Seeing this old man, the angry real person couldn't help looking up to the sky and smiling. At first, he was a little sluggish. In the end, he was like a tsunami, and the boundless waves of swords surged around, causing the masters present to change their colors one after another.
The angerless real person has been in charge of Miaochengzong for hundreds of years. The power of the Qingyuan sword formula is infinite. When the people's hearts of the people such as the training peak have magic obstacles, and the strength cannot be increased, it is the angerless real person with the power of one person. Only the sword power suppresses the branch of the Miaocheng Sect, and the sword points to the world and deter one side, which protects the foundation of the Miaocheng Sect. It can be said that the angry real person can be said to be the first person of Miaochengzong in those years, but in his position, he can't always rely on the sword cultivation to manage the sect. He is also helpless real people. After all, Miaochengzong is too weak to stand the toss at all, and can only manage trembling and painstakingly.
This also makes the heart of the angry real sword dust, unable to understand, and difficult to make an inch of progress. It was not until Gan Ping was born, took over the heavy burden of the angry real person, and became a big tree that blocked the open gun and the hidden arrows in front of the Miaocheng Sect. The angry real person put down the burden and devoted himself to cultivation.
Now that Gan Ping is not here, and Miao Chengzong is facing such a crisis, Mo Congfeng Wuyin and others are depressed, and the unhungry real person knows the heavy burden again. However, this time it is fundamentally different from the past. Today's Miaochengzong can be said to be strong. It is not what it looked like when millions of people built around the mountain in the past. Naturally, the angry real person has enough confidence in his heart, and when the old face meets, he is even more arrogant.
"If you want to fight, what a high-sounding excuse! Everyone knows who it is. Come on, Huo Zhengyang, dare to fight with me for 300 rounds!" The tiger's eyes are wide open, and the last sentence of the angry real person is like gold and iron. It is sonorous and almost shouting. It looks like a general who is better than the real person in charge of immortals. Now his whole body is full of swords and murderous. How can it look like a ball of a ball of air and air dough from the former master?
Once the breath in the chest stretched, the angerless real person's whole body is like a sharp sword that has just started. He wants to taste the taste of blood. The resolute words also attract countless praises behind him. OK! What a sharp sword out of the sheath! The angry brother has endured for a long time. Now it's time to put out the sword. Have a good time! These small and brazen, they are really looking for a fight! Angry brother's words should be in vain! If you want to fight, you can fight! It's good! "I'm happy!"
An old man dressed in a gorgeous long dress with seven green jade swords diagonally on his head cheered. It was the judgment of Kaiyangzong that was not clear. He had a strong friendship with the angry real person. Miaochengzong was in danger. He was also the first person to fight against public criticism and came to help. In the face of his old friend untied the shackles in his chest, the heart of the sword was clear again, which was naturally happy in his heart.
Unfortunately, Huo Zhengyang, who was standing opposite, was not in such a good mood. Even if he changed the barrier of the mountain protection array after dozens of miles, the roaring sword still suppressed him so much that he could hardly breathe. He is also a golden fairy. Even if he is the elder of the hermit clan and has practiced countless ancient Taoism, in the face of this angry real person with a sword pointing to the world, there is still a feeling of a small sling in the sea facing the stormy waves. His Taoist heart has been shrunk by the momentum of the angry real person! If it is the end of the game at this time, not to mention 300 rounds, I'm afraid that in less than three rounds, it will be cut off by the sword! His face was blue and red. Before he could answer, a stronger sword spirit behind him rose to the sky. Under the attack of these two strands of swords, the fire immediately sprayed a mouthful of light golden blood, "Damn sword madman!" Obviously, in the face of the sword intention of the angry real person, the sword cultivation of Tiemen Sect behind him aroused the fighting spirit.
Someone came to take over this angerless real fire, but the madman of the Iron Gate Sect was really too much. The sword was vertical and horizontal, and even shrouded himself in it. This made Huo Zhengyang's face cold and his eyes full of resentment, but he did not dare to say anything. That's the sword! I'll meet you for a while! Let me see what the swordsmanship in the world looks like!"
The figure is like a thin bamboo pole. A man in black came out in line. Where he passed, even the ground was ploughed out of the huge trench with terrible sword gas. A little monk could not dodge it. Bena's swordmang touched it and immediately screamed, turning into a blood fog all over the sky. What a killing sword!
This evil fruit is really worthy of its real name. It is very evil. It regards human life like an ant. Even for the people of their peers, they have no pity at all. Huo Zhengyang just glanced at the demon and never dared to see it again. Although he was also a golden fairy, he was not qualified to fight in front of this swordsman.
Although the number of people in this Tiemen Sect is not large, they are all crazy people with strong combat power, and there is also a Taiyi sword Xiu in the town. Otherwise, with the strength of the hermit clan, how can they agree to cooperate with this Tiemen Sect? Now seeing that this demon came out, Huo Zhengyang quickly retreated and hid the resentment in the bottom of his eyes.
"Good master!" The angerless real person's eyes lit up. For how many years, he hasn't fought a good battle. For many years, the world only knows that Miaochengzong's angerless real person means to the sky, but how can he know that the angerless real person is still a peerless sword cultivation that would rather take straight from the song? For a moment, the fighting spirit soared and the blood burned!
"Mo Congfeng listens to the order! Life and death are uncertain, and the mountain protection array will be handed over to you for the time being. If I encounter an accident, you will exercise the position of the leader, kill from the heart, and those who disobey the order will be killed without mercy!" A token flew into the arms of Mo Congfeng, who was still stunned. Brother, I..." Before Mo Zhenfeng could make a statement, the angry real figure had floated out, and only one sentence floated in his ear, "How can a good man be trapped in the love of his children? Brother Congfeng, be precious!"
Looking at the drifting figure, the corners of Mo Congfeng's eyes were moist, as if he saw that he was young and frivolous, wandering around the world with his brothers. After a big disaster, his brother was also like this, and he greeted him without saying a word. He knew that his brother was forcing himself at the moment, and he wanted to set an example for himself. He was a good man. Why should he be a hero? The war is approaching, life and death, what is your little child's feelings?
This big array is originally laid by me. If you know the power of this array, you are the only one who knows it, but you are still sad about such things. If Miao Chengzong is destroyed because of this, won't you become a sinner? Thinking of this, Mo Lianfeng couldn't help sweating coldly.