Chapter 650 Kill Him (Third Update)

"He is among us, find him quickly!"

As Fang Xing's voice sounded, it seemed to be in the ears, but Shi Fayin and others were shocked. From the sound, it seemed that the little devil was not far away from them, but why did he glance at it with his spiritual mind? Can't you see his shadow? This surprise was quite big, and he immediately shouted loudly. All the disciples in the Lingqiao Sect array looked around in fear, fearing that the little devil might be mixed up with them.

"What happened?"

"Where did the little devil go?"

The cultivators who were watching the battle in the distance were also shocked and some even stood up and looked into the distance.

They didn't know what happened yet, but they had a bad feeling, so they all whispered.

"Fellow Taoists, don't panic, let me, Damu Zhenren, find out his traces..."

In panic, there was a loud shout in the clever sect formation, and suddenly a short and fat man wearing a coarse monk's robe jumped into the air. The monk's sleeves bulged, he opened his mouth in the air, and actually flew out of the sleeves. He picked up a round object, which shone brightly in the sky. If he looked carefully, he saw that it looked like an eyeball, like a living thing. The light was bright and swept across the realms in an instant.

"Master Youlao!"

After casting the spell, my heart felt a little calmer and I thanked him loudly.

Damu Zhenren was a wild cultivator in the Northern Territory. Because of his superb cultivation, he also set up his own Taoist temple in Jiumu Mountain. When he was young, he had an adventure, but he found himself in a small temple that was abandoned after the Buddha was exterminated. Among them, he found a volume of Buddhist secrets, several magic weapons, and the withered bones left behind by an eminent monk after his death. He was worried about the way to practice, so he practiced according to the class, practiced the Buddhist secrets, and refined several The appearance of this rare Buddhist treasure has also changed, and it is now dressed as half Buddha and half Taoist, and no one is laughing at it.

It's just that although the appearance is funny, his skills are not ordinary. The magic weapon he sacrificed was made from an eyeball on the withered bones of the Buddhist monk. This magic weapon has inexplicable magical powers and has no ability to subjugate, but it can. Even the Nascent Soul Ancestor couldn't see through some blinding techniques, which would be exposed under his magic weapon. The reason why Lingqiao Sect spent a lot of money to invite him to come and guard it was to prevent it. Fang Xing used some kind of breath-cloaking technique, or Long Jun simply helped him cover up his figure and hide it from the sky.

Seeing Damu Zhenren offering the magic weapon, the disciples of the Lingqiao Sect felt a little at ease, and they all stopped breathing and paying attention to their surroundings.

But I saw the light of the Dharma Eye raised in the air sweeping across the void. The Damu Zhenren below had bulging sleeves and was flying in the sky. He closed his eyes slightly, pinched the Dharma formula with the ten fingers of his right hand, and kept deducing something. , after a while, his eyes suddenly opened, and the Dharma Eyes that were sweeping the light in the air suddenly stopped, and a ray of light shined straight on a certain place in the air and remained motionless.

"Where is he!"

Damu Zhenren shouted loudly and raised his hand to cover the alms bowl.

"Swish" "swish" "swish"

There are many people with advanced cultivation in Lingqiao Sect. After Master Damu pointed out the direction, he immediately swept over with several divine thoughts.

It was chaos before, people were mixed, magic weapons, talismans, flying swords, etc. were all overflowing with auras, and they were in a mess. Even their spiritual thoughts could not find their way around for a while. But now they have determined the direction and were caught by the Dharma Eyes. The projected brilliance was much clearer when I pointed at it. After scanning it, I immediately discovered that something was wrong. Under the brilliance of the Dharma's light, there was a small ivory tower the size of a thumb flying rapidly in the air, like a white lightning. Generally speaking, they move quietly and quickly from between magic circles by taking advantage of every opportunity.

When everyone looked at it, they happened to be under the cover of Damu Zhenren's alms bowl, but the small tower was so slippery that it did not cover it.

"It's that small tower..."

"The little devil is in the small tower, stop him..."

Countless people shouted loudly at the same time, and each raised his magical weapon to suppress it.

Boom!

The four bronze seals of the magical seal, the fairy nets and broadswords of the other two peak masters, and the alms bowl of Master Damu all covered it. Before the magical weapon arrived, the aura had already suppressed the void, and for a while, the magic weapon was shrouded in brilliance. In the realm, even the flowing wind seems to have solidified, and time seems to have stopped flowing. It is the mystery of the four copper seals. The mere brilliance is enough to suppress the void.

It's a pity that Fang Xing is not of much use to the small pagoda. In the small pagoda at this time, Fang Xing and Da Jinwu look only the size of grains of rice, but they are equally arrogant and have all the happenings around them in their minds. , as soon as he saw many magic weapons covering him, Fang Xing immediately jumped up and laughed: "Hahahaha, you want to stop me with these rags? Tower of Nothingness, let me escape..."

"Whoosh..."

The speed was already astonishing, but in order to avoid being noticed, the speed of the small ivory tower, which was not pushed to the extreme, tripled in an instant. With a "chi" sound, even a long slit was cut out of the void. When the void crack appeared, the surrounding solidified void completely lost its effect. He watched helplessly as the small tower broke out of the encirclement and fled forward.

"Oh, no, stop him..."

"Human? Tower?"

"There, beat him..."

"Fuck you, uncle, that's my Fire Pearl. You made a mistake. Give me back the magic weapon..."

The small tower was too small. It moved through the formation like lightning, causing a burst of chaos wherever it passed. It was like thousands of troops arrayed on the battlefield. No matter how powerful the swordsman was, he couldn't force it. Fighting their way out of the siege, these thousands of troops wearing armor and holding halberds may not be able to stop a flying fly. You come and go. Instead of successfully stopping the small tower, they have become an obstacle to others. Most of the attacks were blocked by their own people and could not cover the small tower.

"Wow"

An immortal net fell, not catching the small tower, but catching dozens of Lingqiao Sect disciples.

"Whoosh"

A divine sword flew towards him, and Xiaota slipped away from the blade, but he killed three or two people next to him with one strike of his sword.

"boom"

The four big seals fell, but failed to restrain Fang Xing. Two ferocious beasts that rushed towards him from the side were knocked unconscious.

This dignified Lingqiao Sect formation is really in chaos.

"Little devil, where are you going..."

In the chaos, it was Damu Zhenren who once again caught Fang Xing's traces with his Dharma Eyes. He shouted loudly, the sound was like a loud bell, majestic and domineering, stood in the air, holding a golden pestle, and headed towards the small tower. Knocked over.

"******, kill this bald donkey..."

Fang Xing was a man who held grudges. When he saw the monk blocking the road, instead of dodging, he accelerated and bumped into him. With a bang, the golden pestle hit the small tower. Unexpectedly, the small tower was not knocked away by him at all. The shock caused the big pestle in his hand to fly backwards, and one of his arms was sore and numb. At the same time, the small tower shot rapidly, like a bolt of lightning, it penetrated the monk's right eye and passed through his skull.

"Canopy..."

A streak of blood flew out from the back of the monk's head along with the small tower, and was thrown into the void again.

Damu Zhenren screamed again and again. It was really not worth the loss. He screamed and fell to the ground. He didn't know whether he fell to death or not.

The entire Lingqiao Sect's formation was in chaos, but in the eyes of those watching the battle, they felt different. Looking down from the void, the Lingqiao Sect's formation was covered by black clouds. It shrouded the sky, blocked out the sun, and was cold and chilling. But after the little devil rushed into the formation, he could clearly see that there were continuous auras, screams, and flesh and blood flying, and the chaotic places were connected in a straight line. He rowed forward extremely quickly, and a black cloud with a radius of a hundred miles seemed to have been cut by an invisible fairy sword. He watched helplessly as it was being quickly divided into two halves from north to south. Now, It has been divided for more than seventy miles.

"No, please quickly invite the ancestor of Nascent Soul to come..."

The cast seal in the formation no longer cared about maintaining its own image at this time, its eyes were like lights, and it screamed crazily.

That little tower was so weird that all their methods failed, and they watched helplessly as the little devil was about to succeed.

At this time, he could no longer care about anything else and could only ask the Yuan Ying Patriarch to come and suppress this son.

"Haha, boy, stay!"

But he didn't need to say anything. At the back of the Lingqiao Sect's large formation, on an altar hidden in the middle of the formation, a ray of light suddenly rose up, but in the air, it turned into a white robe with a height of 100 feet. The old man looked like he was laughing, and his palm fell from the sky to the ground. On the five fingers, the mana was condensed, and the one point locked in the middle was the small tower.

Lingqiao Sect Yuanying Overhaul has suddenly taken action.

In other words, he has been preparing for the situation for a long time and will take action to clean up the mess when the situation turns bad.

Shi Fuyin is not a fool, and the ancestor of Lingqiao Sect's Yuanying is not a fool. He knows that this gambling fight, which seems to be a bet between the little devil and the master of Qixiu Peak of Lingqiao Sect, has actually involved the face of Lingqiao Sect. If Lingqiao Sect is If the sect wins, it will not be very glorious. After all, it is just the strength of the entire sect to win against a young man from Nanzhan. But if the Lingqiao sect loses, it will be really disgraced and can hardly call itself the great sect of the North Territory anymore. For this reason, various backup methods are emerging in an endless stream, just in case of emergency.

The Dharma of the Yuan Ying ancestor of the Lingqiao Sect has long been hidden in the large formation. If the little devil is unable to break the formation, he will naturally not show up, but at this time, everyone in the sect can't catch the small tower. , he had no choice but to show up to save the situation.

If you take down this little devil, you will only be gossiped about in secret, but you can save your face in public.

"Shameless, you actually hid Nascent Soul in the formation, little robber, what should you do this time?"

In the small tower, the Big Golden Crow felt the strong binding force outside like iron lotuses, and became angry and angry, croaking and screaming.

Fang Xing, who was driving the small tower, was also angry. He looked at the ancestor of the Yuan Ying of the Lingqiao Sect who was sitting in the void in front of him, with a sneer, and lowered his big hand towards him. His temper suddenly rose, and his spiritual power was poured in crazily. Xiaota shouted: "Kill him!"