Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit - 1025. Chapter 1025

On a deserted island in the Fallen Mystery, a monk in the early stage of Dharma is now hanging in the air. The formation at his feet covers most of the deserted island, and at the same time it is enough to surround him who is floating on the island several feet high. In it.

Ancestor Rongcheng looked gloomy and radiated his spiritual thoughts as much as possible, searching for clues in the void outside the island.

He has been trapped in this island for about two hours. Although he has not been able to detect the hidden Feng Shura, he intuitively told the ancestor Rongcheng that the Shura was hiding nearby, waiting for him to step out of the famine. At the moment of the island formation, he must be greeted with a thunder blow.

It’s a pity that half of my own methods are based on the formation, but most of the array equipment I carried was destroyed when the sixth line of defense was broken. I can only lay down this simple formation on this desert island. Fa, otherwise why would I be so embarrassed!

The ancestor Rongcheng reached out and touched the torn shirt on his left arm. There was a half-foot-long wound there. Although the wound had been imprisoned by his own hemostasis, a bright red mark was still visible on it.

And there was more than one such mark on his body, and behind his right shoulder, there was also a red mark left by the shrinkage of the wound.

The two wounds and the torn jacket made Rongcheng’s original ancestor Yuan Zhen Yuezhi’s image look a little more embarrassed from a distance.

The ancestor Rongcheng knew that the longer the delay, the more disadvantages he would be, because the Mo Luo army at this time was already marching towards the seventh line of defense, and the subsequent Mo Luo was still continuously surrounding and suppressing the broken monks. Hidden Feng Shura waited for reinforcements, so what he faced would definitely be annihilation.

However, things are often afraid of what comes. Just when the ancestor Rongcheng worried that Feng Shura hiding in the void would find reinforcements, the sky suddenly lit up with several rays of light, and more than a dozen Great Moluo headed towards the deserted island. Flying in the direction of.

Ancestor Rongcheng’s hand was filled with light, and a silver chain was wrapped around his wrist after the light dissipated.

Immediately after the arrival of the more than ten-headed Great Mo Luo, he surrounded the deserted island. The ancestor Rongcheng suddenly raised his head and looked over his head. The Feng Xiuluo who had been chasing him before was standing above his head and grinning at him. Then the whole body turned into a whirlwind, and it slammed into the formation shield on the head of the ancestor Rongcheng.

At the same time, the more than ten Big Moluo also displayed the accompanying magic weapons in their hands, and fought against the simple formation laid down by the ancestor Rongcheng.

“Damn it!”

The ancestor Rongcheng cursed secretly, and the silver chain in his hand was also thrown out by him. The front end of the chain was a jewel that looked like a snake’s head, and it collided with the drooping wind pillar.

The ancestor Rongcheng secretly said a bad cry, and the whole person has been smashed under the desert island with a strong force. If it hadn’t been for a layer of formation shield outside the island to slightly resist Feng Shuluo’s offensive, this blow would have to take one. It’s a big loss.

Despite this, Feng Shura’s blow still made him unable to take care of the operation of the formation on the deserted island. If only this wind Shura was the only one, it would be fine. After all, he suffered a small loss in that blow, but that wind Shura also temporarily Repelled, the formation can be guaranteed.

But now there are more than a dozen Big Moluo around the desert island who have joined forces to attack the shield of the formation. At the moment when the formation is stagnant, the formation under the feet of the ancestor Rongcheng has cracked seven or eight cracks. The formation was broken.

Feng Xiuluo rolled up a gust of wind, and a strange howling like a ghost cry and a wolf came from the wind, and the dozens of demons around him attacked the ancestor Rongcheng.

The ancestor Rongcheng sighed secretly: It seems that he is going to fall here today!

The chain in his hand seemed to have become a snake at this time, embedded in the flesh of the ancestor Rongcheng, and began to swim, and in a flash, it gathered on his chest and gathered into a vivid silver snake.

The ancestor Rongcheng suddenly opened his eyes, and a bloody color appeared in his eyes: Since he can’t escape, he will simply go to the same place!

The ancestor Rongcheng simply did not evade the attacks from all directions, waiting for the besieging Shura to be closest to him.

Seeing that the ancestor Rongcheng was about to be hit by these attacks, and the aura of the ancestor Rongcheng also climbed more and more high, even the sound of “chichi” came from his chest, but he suddenly heard it. There was a dense explosion of sound from behind, and the surrounding Mo Luo shouted in exclamation, and all the accompanying magic weapons called to the ancestor Rongcheng were recovered. It seemed that he was suffering from a huge crisis, but he could no longer take care of the ancestor Rongcheng. NS.

Someone can help!

The ancestor Rongcheng was surprised and delighted, the momentum of the whole body suddenly fell, and the “chicking” sound from his chest disappeared. When I looked up, I saw a huge aura monster roaring towards the sky and turning into a ball. The squally wind Shura rushed over.

At this time, the ancestor Rongcheng was simply escaping from the dead, where there was still a little bit of the same mind, his right hand suddenly pulled from his chest, and the silver chain that turned into a silver snake was pulled out of the flesh of the chest. The blood splashed, and he didn’t care about the injury, the silver in his hand was refined into a nine-foot-long strange snake, and the strange aura in the sky flew towards Feng Shuluo together.

The sound of killing was heard from all around, and the roar of fighting techniques continued one after another. More than one person helped. The dozen or so demons around that were already entangled by others, and seemed to have the upper hand.

The ancestor Rongcheng quickly glanced around and saw about 20 blacksmith cultivators strangling with more than a dozen demons, and a Faxiang cultivator who was about 20 years old in the sky was faint. He smiled slightly at himself, and then concentrated on directing the aura monster in the air to attack the wind Shura.

The ancestor Rongcheng hurriedly settled his mind, the silver chain snake shook its head and waved its tail, and cooperated with the strange dragon to tear open the wind wall in the air, and took the opportunity to kill in.

There was a howl in the sky, and a voice suddenly came from the ears of ancestor Rongcheng: “No, fellow Taoist quickly withdraw the magic weapon!”

The ancestor Rongcheng was startled, stretched out his hand and pulled in the void, the silver chain flew back, leaving only a silver giant snake still attacking the wind Shura with the strange flood, but the silver giant snake’s power suddenly dropped. For the most part.

puff!

Like a candle that has been blown out, the wind in the air suddenly collapsed, and the violent spiritual fluctuations caused the face of the ancestor Rongcheng to change drastically. Between the flashes of body shape, the person has retreated hundreds of meters away with the supernatural powers of the space, and The young monk still stood in place without the slightest change.

The ancestor Rongcheng looked anxious, and it was too late to open his mouth to remind him, and saw that the collapsed wind roll had turned into a sky full of wind blades, shooting indiscriminately, and within a radius of more than a hundred meters, it had become a sea of storms. .

I saw that the young monk’s face remained unchanged, his hands changed like butterflies wearing flowers, and then his palms suddenly shook his legs. There was a huge wave of vindictiveness on the sea outside the desert island, and the huge wave rolled up, forming a huge in the sky. The wall of water blocked the storm ocean in front of him, and at the same time protected the monks who were fighting against Mo Luo behind him.

The ancestor Rongcheng was secretly ashamed, and the silver chain in his hand flicked, and then rushed into the mora that was fighting with the cultivators, strangling the mora that had begun to disintegrate.

As the storm raged and weakened, the water guns that rolled up in the air began to fall back, igniting huge waves several feet high on the sea, and then rippling far away.

At this time, the dozen or so Mo Luos had also been wiped out and wiped out by the ancestors of Rongcheng. Seeing that the young monk fell into shape, the ancestors of Rongcheng hurriedly stepped forward and said, “Thank you fellow Daoist for helping me in Xia Nanhai. Hua Yizong Rongcheng is polite!”

“Hua Yizong? Isn’t it the Hua Yizong who is famous in the South China Sea? It’s no wonder that fellow Taoists can deploy such exquisite formations on this desert island in such a simple way. In the Lower Beihai Zhenling Sect, Lu Tianping, Have met fellow daoists!”

The young monk was slightly surprised, and then he suddenly introduced himself to the ancestor Rongcheng.

The ancestor Rongcheng showed a hint of surprise on his face, and said: “It turns out to be the Sword Fairy of Beihai. No wonder that Blood Shura is so easily forced to explode the companion spirit treasure and flee, admire and admire it!”

After the two chatted for a while, Lu Ping bluntly said: “It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. If it is convenient for Daoists, please also ask Daoists to walk with me. If you want to come here, it is not far from the Phantom City. It is easy to break through the encirclement of Mo Luo and reach the Phantom City.”

The ancestor Rongcheng didn’t expect Lu Ping to be so direct. He saw that the more than twenty monks who followed Lu Ping all looked at him expectantly. They couldn’t help but laughed bitterly and said, “The Daoist is too modest, now I have this strength. I am afraid that the time will drag the Daoist back, if the Daoist does not abandon, I am willing to walk with the Daoist!”

Lu Ping was immediately overjoyed, and while handing the two jade bottles to the ancestor Rongcheng, he said: “These are some spirit pills refined underneath. I think the injuries of fellow Daoists are not light, and the loss of true essence is also considerable. I am afraid that the next journey will be It will not go smoothly, fellow daoists, hurry up and reply!”

When the ancestor Rongcheng opened the jade bottle, his eyes lit up and he praised: “I forgot, Daoyou Lu is still an alchemy master!”

Lu Ping “haha” smiled and said, “With the help of fellow daoists, I will be more confident when I wait for this trip!”

Lu Ping waved towards the sea behind him, and a huge boat broke through the waves. Everyone got on the boat. The ancestors of Rongcheng saw that there were several comatose monks in the boat. Moreover, when he surrounded and suppressed the dozens of monsters, Rongcheng The ancestors had also discovered that the cultivators of the blacksmith cultivators who came with Lu Ping were uneven, and they were still a mixture of humans and monsters.

Lu Ping saw that Rongcheng’s ancestor looked suspicious, so he explained: “This is the monks of the monks and demons who broke down from the sixth line of defense, gathered on the next trip. The enemy can’t get rid of this predicament. Unfortunately, many cultivators have already suffered injuries and tried their best to support them.

The ancestors of Rongcheng saw that about half of the twenty-odd monks on the boat had injuries of varying severity. Even if the remaining half were mostly blue, they were obviously in the form of a great loss of real yuan, nowhere. Knowing that Lu Ping’s so-called “gathering” and “receiving” are all modest words, I am afraid that these people were all rescued by Lu Ping from Mo Luo’s hands.

The ancestor Rongcheng showed a look of admiration on his face, and sighed: “Friends of Daoist are kind and righteous, the real name of Beihai Sword Fairy is well-deserved!”