More than a hundred disciples in the late stage of Qi training simultaneously used their flying swords.

The flying sword soared into the sky.

Many qi practitioners stand in the air with flying swords on their feet.

It was also unclear whether it was the mountain-sealing formation that released hundreds of auras, or whether the hundreds of monks in the late stage of Qi training used their bodies to form the formation, and their flying swords turned into the base of the formation, covering everything within a radius of dozens of miles.

Of course, the red-haired ghost cultivator happened to be in the formation.

Fireworks filled the air, mana gathered, and a red sun appeared above the ghost cultivator.

The light fell from the sky, just covering the ghost cultivator.

The sharp aura was as bright as a blazing flame. Just by staying in the formation, you could feel the steaming water vapor all around, and the originally stable spiritual energy became restless.

Looking down from above, it looks like another formation of the Mount-Sealing Formation. The two sides are superimposed but distinct.

"Red Sun Golden Crow."

"Zhu Xie!"

The scorching sun above rotated, contracting on both sides, and then spread out a pair of wings that covered dozens of feet.

The Golden Crow raised its head and sounded a penetrating chirp.

"Bah!"

The traction of the Qi machine caused the condensed Golden Crow to run straight towards the red-haired ghost cultivator who was shrouded in a beam of light.

As long as this blow lands, he will die.

This was the thought that flashed through the mind of the red-haired ghost cultivator.

This is the incarnation. If you die, you will die, and then you can use the evil energy to condense it.

However, things are not over yet.

At least until the dust settles, he can't simply die here.

Looking at the four-armed owl nailed to the formation platform with all his hands and feet in the formation.

Looking at the people all over the mountains and plains, showing fear and panic.

The red-haired ghost cultivator raised his head.

He said indifferently: "How could my incarnation die in such a place?"

"The realm of ignorance."

"I want to see clearly the flaws in this thing."

His eyes were closed tightly, and the ghost hand stabbed his forehead.

Black-red blood flowed down the center of his eyebrows, forming lines covering his face. With the life-threatening excitement, the ghostly horns on his head began to shine again.

The vertical lines between his eyebrows suddenly expanded, and black and red blood gathered into false eyeballs.

Everything in front of me seems to be slowing down.

The movements of the blazing golden crow that flew towards it became less smooth, and the flowing energy on its body slowly appeared in front of the red-haired ghost cultivator.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

His eyes were already filled with blood, and blood was pouring out of his eyes.

The fangs in the red-haired ghost cultivator's mouth were open at this moment, and the red hair was frantic. He could only hear the roaring ghost roaring: "Give me..."

"Look at it!"

While the blood surged wildly, the Qi network was clear and unmistakable.

Not only did the figure not stop, but it rushed forward.

Whether to gamble on the slim chance of survival or sit back and wait for death, he already had his own idea in his mind.

The beak of the blazing golden crow formed a sharp edge, and the aura around it gathered together.

It is better to say that it is the Golden Crow than it is the Dharma.

It is a sword technique, a magic technique, and a form-mimicking formation.

The law is right before your eyes.

"break."

The remaining ghost hand of the red-haired Taoist turned into sword light and rushed forward like a moth to the flame.

Bang!!!

Smoke and dust are flying, and water vapor is evaporating.

His line of sight has long been blocked, and he can only rely on his spiritual sense to sense it.

"do you died?"

"He should be dead."

The monks of Chiwu Sect asked and answered their own questions.

In such a powerful blow, there is no chance of survival. And even if you are lucky enough to survive, facing such a formation and facing more than a hundred qi practitioners in formation, you can only despair.

In the sky, the figure rushing towards the sun fell.

No life left at all.

The black robe around him was severely damaged, and most of the red hair on his head was burned to char.

But he finally died.

Finally, all the Chiwu Sect monks breathed a sigh of relief.

"No, where is his Yinshen?"

Lieyang Taoist Yin Shen, who was in charge of the formation, frowned suddenly. He could indeed feel that the body was no longer alive, but where was Yin Shen, a foundation-building monk?

Now we are in a formation, and no matter how powerful the ghost cultivator's escape technique is, we can't escape.

Things are changing.

The lifeless body opened its eyes, and the falling body stabilized again. The strong wind blew his black robe and red hair, and the ghost horns on his forehead were as ferocious as before.

"impossible!"

The first one to scream out in surprise was the Yin God of Lieyang.

The red-haired Taoist's body was seriously injured, his vitality was almost wiped out, and he was severely injured by the formation. How could he survive?

But after all, this is the fact that is happening before our eyes.

Lieyang's Yin God quickly adjusted: "Since you are not dead, then I will kill you again until you die."

"Zhu Xie!"

The beam of light came again, covering the body of the red-haired Taoist.

The golden crow with concentrated mana spreads its wings again.

The red-haired Taoist looked calm.

Even if he saw clearly the Golden Crow's Qi Net and struck it down, he was still killed by that blow.

If it weren't for the spirit demon's ability to endure death to maintain his body, he would have fallen into the mountains and fields and been buried by earth and rocks.

If there is another blow, this body will turn into powder.

Tu Shanjun was not pessimistic. He looked at the people on Nanming Ridge, turned his voice transmission skills, and said loudly: "The people of Dahei Mountain, my people, can you lend me your strength?"

"My seat."

"Tushanjun!"

The name of Tushanjun echoes in the ears of many people, and then look at the figure in the sky.

Red hair, double horns.

Cold green face.

They remembered that the person in front of them was the true king they worshiped.

Do they still remember that the statue of the real king in the county was automatically restored?

"Can't it be mobilized?" Tu Shanjun sighed quietly. The power of the incense wish was very weak, and he could not get power from me. It seems that today's battle is destined to stop here.

Tu Shanjun looked at the people in Nanming Ridge and the four-armed owl nailed to the formation platform.

"The true king, Lord Tushan!"

A civilian husband knelt on the ground and shouted loudly.

"Tushanjun!"

Countless civilians fell to the ground.

The surging incense and will power converge towards this incarnation.
To be continued...