The resentful spirits saw that Xu Long was attacked by three magic seals, and cheered and thrilled in the crowd, and then rushed into the crowd to hunt and kill the monks unscrupulously.

But before they could breathe a sigh of joy, the Lin sword light came in an instant with the Xuan Lei.

Under the violent energy, the "woof" laughter and cry gradually subsided.

The power of the resentful spirits who were constantly raging in the field was simply destroyed by the Xuan Lei and the sword light.

Xu Long completely broke the trick of the beast king, and the resentful spirits in the field were scattered under a mysterious thunder.

The countless remnants of the souls seemed to know Xu Long's methods, and they all scattered in the field and wanted to escape.

But before he could escape, he was caught up by the sword light and a cold light flew across the sky.

The sword energy stirred some residual souls quickly across the field, and the power of annihilation burst out and it shattered them all.

The "rumbling" muffled thunder resounded in the cultivator formation, and dozens of mysterious thunder gradually dissipated above everyone's heads.

The resentful spirits that had just been raging were now destroyed, and the sword light that had just turned pivoted.

The black black thunder shot out had been exhausted, leaving only the violent aura that had not yet dissipated in the field.

The evil wind and resentful spirit died completely!

The monks watched the thunder sword energy spread in the audience, and the two energy sources were in a while.

It was like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, and it swept across the resentful spirits, breaking the threat in the field in an instant.

These two energy comes and goes quickly and is powerful, so it does not allow all the monks to explore the clues.

It seems to come from outside the other world, and disappear invisibly and leaves.

When everyone came to their senses, the celestial phenomena above Xu Long's head had been completely covered by the huge vortex.

The depth of the vortex is as deep as before, but the giant eyes before were covered by the nebula.

After the laughter and crying in the field disappeared, it became a little calm for a moment.

Seeing that the true man Yun Mo destroyed the resentful spirits with the power of thunder, the monks present were speechless for a moment.

The attention was in the crowd and I didn't know what I was thinking. Then several earth immortal cultivators in front of Xu Long reacted first.

After being shocked, there was a joy of resurrection after the disaster, and then he shouted in the audience:

"color!"

At this time, everyone was brought back to their senses by a cheer, and they bowed to Xu Long with one hand, and shouted:

"color!"

"Fellow Taoists, please return to the defense formation soon!"

Before Xu Long's polite words could be seen, an anxious voice came from the audience.

Everyone looked at the top of their heads thoughtfully, and it turned out that the huge flag was already beginning to change.

It was the leading monk who just now issued a reminder that everyone was heading towards their original positions and wanted to stabilize the formation before the flags changed.

When the Wu Beast King's head saw Xu Long shooting out the mysterious thunder, he knew that this was not advisable.

So it could only watch it, and the resentful spirits it raised were wiped out in an instant.

The flags above the head were already moving, and after the resentful spirit was destroyed, the monks also began to change their formations.

The head of the beast king was used together, but in the end, Xu Long was still broken one by one. A deep resentment flashed through his blood-red eyes.

It stirred up a gust of fishy wind outside the field, and then quietly left the flags below to form a forest formation.

Yi found that the head of the Wu Beast King had left, and Xu Long breathed a sigh of relief below for a while.

This disaster was full of twists and turns. The head of the Wu Beast King who had been peeping outside the scene for a long time has always been Xu Long's heart disease.

Because with his current realm, the magic power in his body can only induce the mysterious thunder of the earth to destroy it once.

So although Xu Long stood up high under the Dharma body, after fighting and urging Xuan Lei, the magic power in his body was almost exhausted.

The celestial phenomena have not been taken back at this time, because the vortex in the celestial phenomena must be incorporated into the spiritual energy and turned itself back.

And if the head of the beast king attacked regardless of his life, Xu Long seemed helpless.

Fortunately, the leading monk was a bit rational. After seeing Xu Long killing all the resentful spirits, he asked the monks to return to the formation together.

When the monk completed the formation change under the flag, the head of the beast king tactfully retreated.

After all, it was still afraid of Xu Long's Xuan Lei method, which made its broken head get hit by Xuan Lei, and the body of the Wu Beast King in the air would be greatly damaged.

Everyone controlled their magic power under the flags, causing the formation to slowly change.

And the original body of the Wu Beast King and the True Lord outside the sky obviously knew what was happening below.

As the mysterious thunder of the earth swept out, the power between heaven and earth was revealed.

Both are creatures who have experienced endless years and feel the unusualness of this energy in an instant.

A trace of pursuit flashed between the True Lord's eyebrows, when the mysterious thunder flew out.

He felt that this was a strong and yang energy, and also an uncontrollable violent energy.

You can feel the aura that is above the mysterious thunder and the power of destroying the world.

Amid the "rumbling" thunder, the True Lord panicked and thought that it was his own disaster.

It caused a sigh in his heart: I am really dead!

However, before a breath had arrived, the sound of the mysterious thunder disappeared instantly.

The thunder came and went in a hurry, as if it had transcended from the other world, and it turned around for a moment and left in vain.

After the True Lord's true spirit swept away, the flags below had resumed operation, and there was only a violent aura that had not yet dissipated in the field.

At the same time, the Zhenling also explored the location of Xu Long, and a complicated look flashed in the Zhenjun's eyes.

The thoughts in my mind turned sharply, but I still didn't explore them carefully. When I turned my mind, I found that the nine heads of the beast king had already turned around and collected.

However, one of the heads was a little broken, and the blood and flesh fuzz condensed together.

The narrow eyes were already blood-red, but their appearance was really terrible.

The True Lord here saw the nine heads of the Wu Beast King turn back, and knew that they were injured by the monks below.

At the same time, I was also slightly surprised in my heart: It seems that the monk is an ordinary person!

Although he was surprised, the True Lord looked like a playful smile. He smiled at the Wu Beast King and asked knowingly:

"Master! Why is this?"

Trepidation!

What the King of Wu Beast responded to him was a shrill and terrifying roar.

The eight heads scattered in the air stared at the Zhenjun opposite each other, and their narrow eyes were about to spit out of fire.

But in the middle, a sarcoma-shaped head was looking at a figure below.

A hint of anger flashed in his narrow eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

Previously, a head was released to attack the monk formation in order to break the golden net that imprisoned him.

But unexpectedly, this old ghost Pinglu actually had a person with great means in the formation.

After breaking a flag, he actually stopped the attack of one of his head.
Chapter completed!