"It's so scary!" Bai Gu took a deep breath and sighed.

This was the first time he faced the power of a saint.

Under such a sacred power duel, it is difficult for even the quasi-saint to participate, let alone the Daluo Golden Immortal.

The disorder and irritability that can stabilize the power of the great laws in the body is considered to be awesome.

After the two holy soldiers collided, the power on them disappeared at the same time.

The demon-subduing pestle disappeared into nothingness again, and the Vajra Bracelet also returned to the hands of the Green Bull Spirit.

Before the impact of the two holy soldiers completely dissipated, a figure quietly appeared above Jilei Mountain.

"Amitabha!"

The visitor chanted the Buddha's name, and a bone lamp appeared in front of him. During the period, the pale flames surged and suddenly rushed towards Jilei Mountain.

"Boom!" The thunder fire purgatory formation was activated, and a thunder curtain formed by thunder in the sky fell down, blocking the power of the bone lamp.

Bai Gu was very familiar with this bone lamp because he also had one, and he was holding it on him at this moment.

"The Ancient Buddha of Lanting!"

"The Buddhist quasi-saint has appeared."

Bai Gu's face darkened, and he felt something was wrong in his heart.

After the Ancient Buddha of Lanting, Maitreya Buddha also sat cross-legged on the lotus throne and appeared quietly.

After he appeared, he also said nothing and threw it out directly. He threw out the famous racial bag.

However, he did not use a race bag to collect people. On the contrary, the race bag at this moment looked like a deep giant mouth, from which a cold and strong wind whistled out.

This wind is also the wind of the great way, and there is a strong filthy aura during the period. As long as an ordinary spiritual treasure is contaminated with a trace of filthy wind, all spirituality will be lost in an instant.

The endless wind and the ghost fire in the coffin palace lanterns mixed together, blowing on the thunder curtain formed by the thunder fire purgatory formation, and immediately making more thunder on it.

Although the formation has not been broken, it has begun to appear a little unstable.

"We can't let them attack the formation like this." Jiuying said in a deep voice.

Although the two quasi-saints were unable to break through the Thunder Fire Purgatory Formation, he still felt a little uneasy.

"I'll go!" Fei Lian gritted his teeth and was about to go out.

"Take the fragments of the Donghuang Bell, even if you lose, you can save your life!" Jiuying was silent for a moment and spoke.

In fact, their high-end combat power is not much. The opponent's quasi-saint-level combat power is coming in person, so they can only use the Daluo Golden Immortal to carry the top-level innate spiritual treasure to top it.

"Ao!" But before Fei Lian could take action, dark clouds suddenly rolled in the sky in the east, and among the dark clouds were hidden one after another of the various divine dragons that appeared faintly.

"The dragon clan is here!" Bai Gu's spirit was shocked.

Soon, an extremely conspicuous yellow dragon appeared in the dark clouds. What was even more strange was that the dragon actually had wings on its body.

Moreover, the pressure on the dragon was a quasi-saint.

"Yinglong!"

"He actually came back from the Chaos Sea as well." Jiuying next to him showed ecstasy expression on his face.

"Huh!" The moment Yinglong appeared, a strong wind whistled.

The strange wind blows into the Buddhist battle formation from all directions.

In an instant, everyone in the Buddhist battle formation felt like they were being controlled by someone.

At the same time, the flying dragon stick and the Dingfeng Bead, which had originally flashed endless golden light in the air, suddenly shone after Yinglong appeared, and they actually turned into a small dragon and ran towards Yinglong.

In the Buddhist battle formation below, Lingji Bodhisattva saw this scene and his face suddenly looked a little ugly.

The flying dragon stick and the wind bead were his magic weapons, but now the spirit of the weapon actually defected to Yinglong regardless of the restrictions imposed on them.

This is undoubtedly a slap in the face in public.

However, he did not dare to use forced means to take back the Flying Dragon Staff and the Dingfeng Bead in front of Ying Long, because these two innate spiritual treasures originally belonged to Ying Long, and he was afraid that Ying Long would have some means left on it.

"I can only ask a few Buddhas to find a way after the war!" Lingji Bodhisattva sighed in his heart.

"Yinglong, you shouldn't have been to this muddy water!" The ancient Buddha Lan Deng below still looked like an ancient well without waves.

"You want to kill my descendants of Dragon Ancestor, I have to come back."

Yinglong's voice rumbled between the sky and the earth. His eyes flashed with rich golden light and continued: "Ran Deng, stop talking nonsense, go to the sky for a fight!"

"Amitabha!"

The Buddha's light on the ancient Buddha Lan Deng suddenly converged, turned into a little fire and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Naturally, Ying Long in the clouds disappeared with him.

"Create the Eight Heavenly Dragon Formation!" Ao Guang's vicissitudes of life suddenly resounded in the sky, and the remaining eight old dragons in the clouds quickly formed a formation. In the blink of an eye, a huge giant dragon formed, and swallowed the Maitreya Buddha below.

Maitreya Buddha's face was full of solemnity. The Buddhist Golden Dragon Battle Formation was actually derived from the eight dragons of the Dragon Clan. He knew very well about the power of this formation.

At this moment, the eight Daluo Jinxian Dragon Clan used this formation and would definitely be able to fight the peak quasi-saint. Even if he faced him, he would have to deal with it carefully. If he was not careful, he might even be suppressed by the Eight Heavenly Dragon Formation.

Of course, I don’t care about dealing with the thunder and fire purgatory formation.

The figure flashed and he should go out of the sky first.

The destructive power generated by quasi-saint-level battles was too great. The result of the Lich Battle back then was to transform a whole piece of the prehistoric continent into the current situation of four continents and three thousand small worlds.

Therefore, after the Lich War, battles above the quasi-saint level generally tacitly choose Tianwai.

In this way, everyone can use their means and will not cause harm to the earth.

The two Buddhist quasi-saints were entangled by the dragon clan in an instant, which made Jiuying’s face a little complicated.

He raised his head and looked out of the sky, but unfortunately it was quiet outside the sky and nothing happened.

Obviously, the only quasi-saint Kunpeng demon master belonging to his demon clan will not come.

"Go ahead, the dragon clan is here to help us fight. If we can't hide, it will be a joke!" Jiuying said in a deep voice.

"Go!" Fei Lian took the lead, and the fragments of the Donghuang Bell above his head rushed out.

Behind Fei Lian, the Bull Demon King, the Big Roc Bird, the Halloween Dragon King, the Long Live Fox King, the Green Bull Spirit and other Da Luo followed closely and rushed out.

Bai Gu sighed inwardly, restrained all his breath, held the God-killing spear in his hand, and took the coffin palace lantern on his head.

The Daluo Jinxian, who is in the demon clan, is not at the moment, and now he is not able to stand behind and watch the battle.

"Ga!" Just as he rushed out, a harsh crow sounded suddenly in the sky.

A sun that was so close to me suddenly appeared above Jilei Mountain.

In this sun, a three-legged firebird appeared and disappeared.

The crow sound just now was exactly what he called it.

"I am the prince of the demon clan. You can't kneel down and worship quickly!"
Chapter completed!