Although this incident did not cause any real harm to him, his face was completely lost. He had been practicing Taoism for thousands of years and had a high self-esteem. How had he ever suffered such humiliation?

As soon as he thought about it, he immediately spurted out a ball of flame from his mouth. There were nine-colored rays of light lingering in the flame, and it turned out to be a simple nine-color stone.

"Nine-Colored Immortal Stone!"

Ning Bugui frowned slightly.

He pinched a spell in his hand, and his figure disappeared like smoke, turning into the breeze and disappearing from the same place.

"Hmph! Want to run?"

Dan Yangsheng shouted angrily, and pinched the magic formula in his hand. The nine-color stone in front of him trembled slightly, and then released nine different colors of rays of light, with him as the center, turning the surrounding space upside down.

After a while, a wisp of green smoke condensed in mid-air, but Ning Bugui was forced out by the nine-colored glow.

The "Nine-Colored Immortal Stone" or even the treasure, if hit by nine rays of light at the same time, the body cannot move. No matter how powerful your spells are and how mysterious your methods are, you can't use them and you can only be slaughtered by others.

But he would rather not return than panic. He brushed the wicker stick in his hand, and countless green clouds filled the air, like waves of the blue sea, continuously blocking the nine rays of glow.

Another escaping light was seen galloping, but it was Dan Yangsheng who took advantage of the situation to attack.

This person waved his feather fan, and the power of pure Yang surged out, transforming into nine dragons and nine phoenixes, creating a killing formation, locking Ning Bugui in the formation.

"Well done!"

Ning Bugui laughed loudly, his body turned into a void, and he calmly avoided the attacks of Jiulong and Jiufeng. He still used the wicker in his right hand to slap Dan Yangsheng's face, and patted Dan Yangsheng's face lightly with his left hand.

But seeing the void shattering, a green bull slowly spun out.

Although the speed was slow, it just happened to block Dan Yangsheng's path. He let out a "moo" sound and pushed his horns into his lower abdomen.

A heartbreaking pain came from his lower abdomen. Even though he was known as "Pure Yang, Immortal", his face turned pale and his forehead was sweating from the green bull.

"You beast!"

Danyangsheng was furious and struck down the green bull with his palm.

This palm contained the power of pure Yang, and I thought that the green bull would definitely die, but unexpectedly, a green light suddenly appeared on the beast's forehead, neutralizing his strength, and then the bull's head swung and pushed him over again.

Dan Yangsheng knew how powerful he was, so he didn't dare to fight hard anymore. He turned around and wanted to leave, but when he looked back, he saw that Ning Bugui had already called him.

Snapped!

He was hit again, this time in the face. Even with the "Pure Yang Immortal Kung Fu" to protect his body, he was still hit so hard that stars appeared in his eyes, his face hurt, and a burning red mark was left on his face.

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Dan Yangsheng took a few steps back, finally regaining his balance, and saw Ning Bugui coming at him with a willow stick.

This person's figure was so erratic that even he couldn't sense it. He always felt that the wicker was following him like a shadow, and he couldn't hide from it.

"This guy is so weird! We are all Yasheng. Even if we have the ability to sense and deduce from gods and humans, we can't use it on me. Why can he always anticipate the enemy's opportunities and step ahead of me? It's as if all my moves and magical powers are useless."

Did he predict it in advance?"

This is helpless. When masters fight, they will fight for every cent! Both of them are the top beings among the Yasheng. Whoever can predict the enemy's opportunity will take the initiative.

In just a few moments, the two fought hundreds of rounds.

I saw nine dragons and nine phoenixes soaring in the Pure Yang Killing Formation. Danyang Sheng himself was like a blazing sun, his moves were fierce and domineering.

Look at Ning Bugui again, his figure is leisurely and changing, seemingly not bound by the power of pure Yang at all. A wicker stick is pointing east and west, and then he places the green bull in the field, walks slowly, and releases thousands of green lights.

As a result, the pure Yang power in the formation cannot be condensed into a powerful force, and neither the Nine Dragons nor the Nine Phoenixes can exert their power.

In such a fight, Danyang Sheng naturally lost.

Although he had the "Nine-Colored Immortal Stone" in hand, he had no choice but to "Xiaoyaoyou" rather than return. The more he fought, the more anxious he became.

"Where on earth did such a master come from!"

Dan Yangsheng racked his brains and couldn't figure out the origin of his opponent.

I scanned with my spiritual consciousness again and found that the battle between the north and the south was coming to an end. The North Ming Army suffered numerous casualties and was low in momentum. They were divided into several groups by the Nanxuan monks and rushed to kill them. Countless people died, and even the ancestors of Huajie suffered heavy casualties.

"The situation is over"

Dan Yangsheng sighed deeply in his heart.

He originally wanted to turn the tide with one person, but he didn't expect that Ning Bugui would kill him halfway. As long as this person was around, he couldn't kill these formation monks at all.

"A lot of time has been wasted. If we continue to waste time with him, I'm afraid Beiming will be wiped out!"

Danyangsheng's thoughts changed and he finally made a decision.
Chapter completed!