Chapter 1132 Kowloon Holding Jade Pillar
Thunder surges, swords fly, and the light of countless magic weapons illuminates the sky of Yulong Mountain. Sharp calls and desperate wailing resounded through the sky. Unlike the secular war, the war between immortals, no matter how tragic, there is no bloody and tragic scene. Only a handful of flying ash annihilated in the air and turned into nothingness.
This unprecedented war has lasted for a day and a night. Countless immortals fell in front of the battle of Miao Chengzong. I don't know how many times the swordsmen who are flying and fighting in the air have changed. Tongtian Jianzong is more powerful in swordsmanship, while the monks of Tiemen Sect are more powerful than strength.
With the power of low-level sword cultivation in the human world, it is hard to resist the attack of the Iron Gate Sect of the Sword Cultivation Sect in the fairy world. With such a result, Tongtian Sword Sect is also proud. It was the group of tough men of Tongtian Jianzong who blocked the sharpest blade of Tiemenzong Jianxiu, and the 96,000 Dangmowei also lost nearly one-tenth of their manpower, but in exchange, they had a high fighting spirit.
The angry real person who calmed down the injury swept the whole audience. The magic guard was worthy of being the strongest force trained by the most elite disciples. After the initial panic and hesitation, this group of young monks finally consolidated their Taoist heart. With this fierce struggle to refine their killing intention, now all Taoist hearts are like iron and indestructible, becoming An elite.
A piece of good steel can only become a sharp blade after fierce grinding. After the initial panic and labor pain, this group of children finally grew up and became hungry. For Miaochengzong, the biggest gain this time is this group of loyal disciples trained by themselves. If the siege of Yulong Mountain can be safely passed this time, with the support of more than 80,000 elite disciples refined from blood and fire, Miaochengzong has not been able to achieve great ambition and dominate one side.
However, all of this should be based on the premise of getting through this disaster. Mo Congfeng's expression is condensing. Although the dangerous situation laid by the Iron Gate Sect and the hermit clan wrapped in millions of monks in front of him seems to be chaotic, as his array master, he has already found some clues, "Doomsday Scorpio array!"
It is really worthy of being a member of the ancient family. This has long been lost, and the array created by the evil array of the three tribes of lichs actually appeared at the foot of Yulong Mountain. It can be imagined how much money this hermit spent for the Miaocheng Sect. In the face of this terrible array that has been famous in ancient times, Mo Yuefeng can't help but be afraid. If it is really this doomsday Scorpio array, then all these seemingly sticky and desperate attacks in front of him are preparing for the most sinister attack.
Suddenly, a red light rose from the slope, "Here it comes!" Mo Zhenfeng's heart tightened, and the vast and terrible light was exactly the artifact. The thorn! Fengmeng Mausoleum!" Mo Shufeng was horrified and had recognized the strange attack that suddenly broke out. It was the Fengmao Mausoleum, the proud son of heaven, who was recognized by the thorn of the hermit clan.
Compared with the last time, this Fengmao Mausoleum has obviously made great progress in cultivation, and it has restored this median artifact. Behind him, it is the seventeen elders of the hermit clan, who have laid a complicated array. In addition, this Fengyan Mausoleum is actually the peak master of eighteen golden immortals. It's not that the hermit can't take out more Powerful power, but if you want to maximize the power of this doomsday scorpion array of scorpion pliers, you must cooperate with the 18 people with the same cultivation of your classmates and be recognized by the artifact. Fengyangling, which is the peak of the golden immortals, is the best choice.
With the rise of this light, the soul fragments of hundreds of millions of crying surged with the wind. It was the remnant souls of countless monks who died tragically at the foot of Yulong Mountain. They were absorbed by this doomsday Scorpion array and turned into hundreds of millions of rolling red dust and headed for Yulong Mountain. And the magic thorn in the palm of Fengyanling has also become more and dazzling. With the operation of this array, it is really like a scorpion opening its pliers with its teeth and claws, fiercely attacking the mountain protection array of Yulong Mountain!
"The five elements are upside down, and the barrier is glazed! Start with all your strength!" Mo Yufeng shouted in a low voice, and the light in his palm flew to the magic thorn. This ancient and famous treasure of exorcism has been restored to the appearance of the body at this moment. There are ten miles of strange stones, and it is actually a broken mountain. It has been refined into a magic weapon by the great god. The runes on it are densely. Even if Mo Lianfeng studies the arrays of hundreds of families, he can't see the experience. Obviously, this magic thorn is a treasure of the ancient Buddhism, and now it is not inferior to killing people.
This is the strongest scorpion pliers in the end of the world! The doomsday Scorpio is the most ferocious existence among the chaotic gods and demons. As soon as it is born, it can feed on the chaotic demon god. As an adult, it is even more ferocious and domineering. It will not even leave dust wherever it passes. It is the most terrible top existence with the fierce beasts such as gluttony. The array in front of us is based on this doomsday Scorpion. Two scorpion pliers and one scorpion tail, a total of three waves of attacks. As long as the enemy can block three waves of attacks, the doomsday Scorpion will let it go. This is the nature of this ancient fierce beast, and so is this array. Unfortunately, whether it is the ancient chaos or the current world, there are very few people who can take the three waves of Scorpio attacks in the end of the world. Since this demon is the first wave of attack, where is the second attack? Where is the most terrible and powerful scorpion tail? Don't restrain your tongue and fight with spring thunder, "Open!"
Nine hundred and eighty-eight pillars of fire spewed out from the bottom of Yulong Mountain. The ancient earth's heart was like a nine hundred and eighty-one fire dragon flying all over the sky. In an instant, the whole Yulong Mountain was shrouded in it and protected. Kowloon holds the jade pillar, and the fire and rain are shocking! The flame in the center of Yulong Mountain was pulled by the ancestor of Miaocheng in those years. After the re-arrangement and reinforcement of the fire god son, it has become a big killer of Miaochengzong.
Perhaps the fire god son is not defeated by Miaocheng's ancestor in swordsmanship, but when it comes to the cultivation of fire, looking at the world, I'm afraid there are few people who can reach the fire god son. This originally ordinary fire dragon mountain protection array was slightly transformed by this old man, and immediately formed the situation of holding jade pillars in Kowloon. According to the three talents of Dayan, they are vertically and horizontal, and they are differentiated from each other. I'm afraid there are more than ten thousand changes, which are extremely powerful.
And now it is in this formation that Mo Congfeng can control an attack form, breaking the situation! Nine hundred and eighty-one fire dragons galloped and bit each other in the air. From time to time, the two were entangled, fused and differentiated. Finally, they turned into a huge dragon head and hit down hard. The direction they faced was the unstoppable light of the magic thorn!
In the middle, try to break free, it's called breaking the game! Fengmeng Mausoleum was shocked at the moment! With his 18 golden immortal peak masters, he gathered with all his strength to gather the true power of countless monks behind him, and stimulated the full blow of this middle artifact, which has stimulated the power of this artifact to the extreme, which is comparable to the full blow of the Taiyi real immortal master. He and others have been lurking for so long, and what they are waiting for is this charming blow. Unexpectedly, this wonderful Cheng Zong actually still has the cards in his hand. What kind of formation is this? How can it be so powerful?
Facing the dragon head that roared like a Honghuangzu dragon, Fengyangling Huahua turned pale and finally felt a trace of fear. When was it that Miaochengzong, like an upstart in the mouth of the elders, could actually master such a powerful power?
There was a roar, and the demon thorn whined. At the last moment, this artifact that did not recognize the master and did not listen to the tone avoided the edge of the jade pillar in Kowloon. It got out of the situation of both defeats and betrayed Fengyangling and others behind him. This artifact is simply an accidental gain from Fengyanling. Although the hermit has the intention to monopolize this artifact, this magic thorn is used as the treasure of the ancient Buddhas. Although it is not very lethal to the immortals, it has a strong magic power. It can't be refined in an ordinary way at all. It has already produced an artifact. Naturally He became the elder of the hermit.
But in the face of such a crisis, this demon stab is afraid. The mobilization of all the ancient earthly heart at the foot of Yulong Mountain is enough to hurt his muscles and bones. Obviously, the benefits promised by the hermit family are not enough to make him work so hard. This artifact roars up for a long time and let the terrible fire dragon bombard. And among the people behind him.
However, this demon stab is still a little conscientious. While escaping, he also rolls up the Fengyangling. After all, it is a troublesome thing to recognize the Lord. If you carry the reputation of the Lord, even if it is an artifact, you will not have a better life. Naturally, the extremely slippery Zhu Mage will not do such things.
Huo Zhengyang's eyes were about to crack, and he looked at the 17 unrivaled golden immortals in his family, together with 100,000 monks, who were born into powder! This fire dragon is too powerful. Without the obstruction of the artifact to kill the magic thorn, are many monks who consume more than half of the real yuan the enemies of this fire dragon? Time turned into ashes all over the sky.
There were bursts of grief and indignant howl. The wind mausoleum in mid-air was already crazy, and the milky flame burned all over the body, which was exactly what the force of the wind attribute stimulated to the extreme. Muling!" Huo Zhengyang was shocked, but he could no longer control the semi-crazy Fengyangling. His eyes were full of anxiety, and his eyes stared at a middle-aged man beside him fiercely, "Where is the secret hand of your Tiemen sect?"
I can't help but feel anxious. This Fengyangling is talented and intelligent. At a young age, he is already the peak of the golden immortals, and there is an artifact to recognize the owner. Although this artifact is not reliable, it should not be underestimated. As early as in the clan, this Fengmeng Mausoleum was recognized as having the qualification of Taiyi, and the object of key training. If it is damaged here, no one can accept the loss.
"This silly child, these people are just consumables. Do you have to work hard for them?" However, at this time, Fengyang Mausoleum could not hear the words of Huo Zhengyang at all, and the tragic death of the elders in the same clan had made her lose her heart. In those years, the defeat of Yulong Mountain under Gan Ping had already buried a seed in the depths of the heart of the proud son of this day. Now the tragic death of the elders of the clan makes her feel self-reproachful. At this moment, she is exerting a secret method, forcibly burning all her strength, and grabbing the defected demon thorn in the palm of her hand. He rushed towards the mountain protection array of Yulong Mountain.
The demon thorn kept struggling and hissing, trying to break free from this damn annoying woman, but Feng Miaoling, who had already reported his death, allowed the demon thorn to crack his arm, and the blood was dripping as if he didn't feel it. He smiled, and there was a resolute tragedy on his beautiful face.
"Your present power is given by my hermit family. Do you think you can shirk it in this way? Come on, let's make a final calculation!" Like a moth fighting the fire, the desolate back of Fengmiaoling passed through the red light of the sky with a blazing milky white flame. The whole body of his clothes flew over and burned down, revealing a white and flawless body like white jade. There was a little light in the palm of his hand, and he rushed to the Miaocheng Zonghu Mountain array without hesitation!