The dome of the ancestral hall was broken, and the demon under the moon was finally revealed in front of everyone.

But his figure did not stop, and was still galloping towards the sky.

Peng.

Until he hit his head in the air and was blocked by a large formation.

The great formation behind the mountains in the north is revealed.

The originally calm sky was like ripples on a flat lake, and then a crystalline light curtain appeared.

However, just like that.

The nine foundation-building monks standing at the foot of the formation all had flushed faces, were unstable, and spit out a large mouthful of blood.

The shaking of the formation's legs caused the entire formation to shake.

Under the bright moonlight, two demons faced each other in the sky.

On one side are demons and ghosts with three forms of body.

The moonlight is dim and the demons and ghosts face each other fiercely.

On the other side is a terrifying ghost with disheveled red hair.

The black mist is like a tide guarding Tushanjun who is walking on the waves.

"Such a big ghost is terrifying!"

Look up.

The ancestor of the Ding family exclaimed in surprise.

Today, I have just seen the true strength of Tushanjun, and I have even seen his appearance clearly. Although he looks cold and merciless, after staring at it for a long time, I only feel horrified and terrifying, and I can vaguely see the indifferent divinity of the clay sculptures in the temple.

.

He is truly a ghost and god who has descended into the world.

The coercive momentum climbed to the middle stage of Jindan.

Such cultivation and demeanor were so dazzling just by looking at them with the Dharma Eye, which made Ding Chuanli wonder how Tu Shanjun died.

Or rather, they are extraordinary ghosts and monsters born naturally between heaven and earth, not created by the death of mortals.

"The formation is unstable!" The ancestor of the Ding family immediately realized this problem.

The nine elders of the Foundation Establishment Tribe could not withstand the attacks of demons and ghosts.

When the formation is broken and the evil spirit is allowed to escape and cause harm to the world, then Ding Chuanli will be the sinner.

He flew out of the ancestral hall and plunged straight into the formation. He formed a seal with his hands while sitting cross-legged at the center of the formation.

"town!"

The originally shaky formation stabilized after a Jindan monk took charge.

The ancestor of the Ding family can only hope that Tushanjun can successfully slay the ghost.

…

"Look at the sky!" The Ding family members who left the house pointed at the sky, their eyes widened and they almost swallowed their tongues.

"What the hell is that?"

"..."

"It looks like demons are fighting each other."

"No, didn't you see the ancestor? This is clearly the ancestor presiding over the formation to suppress the demons."

The brightly lit Beiluoshan became even more lively due to the fight between demons.

The mana fluctuations in the golden elixir stage were blocked by the large formation, so they did not fly out and affect everyone.

However, once the magic circle collapses, even the foundation-building monks will have no choice but to protect themselves, let alone the Qi-training monks, who will most likely be affected to death.

So the remaining two clan elders hurriedly evacuated the family members from Beiluoshan.

No matter what happens in the end, the family fire should be preserved.

Ding Chuanli didn't say anything, he was also unsure in his heart. If he could kill the monsters, there would be peace. If he couldn't, there would be intact eggs under the nest, and the clan members would probably become the monsters' recovery rations.

Although such actions may seem futile, it is better than doing nothing.

If it doesn't work, we can only let this monster go.

For the common people, this would be a disaster, but at least the family could be saved.

This was a last resort. If he could try it, Ding Chuanli still hoped that Tu Shanjun could kill him.

tonight,

It's destined to be a sleepless night.

…

Black light overlays.

The magic domain condenses in the center of the formation and drags the demons and ghosts into it.

Tushanjun sat in the huge shrine like a mountain, opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the golden light: "The gods know the realm of death, and all the kings worship together."

"Leverage your strength."

"Kill the ghost."

As the voice fell, the candles in the shrine suddenly lit up.

All the spirits inside opened their eyes.

Although there are only more than 900 Yin Gods in the Soul Banner, the quality of the Yin Gods is very high, and among them are the Yin Gods of the Rakshasa Void Clan in the Golden Core stage.

This also causes mana to burn quickly.

Ding Xie, who was sitting outside the ancestral hall, took the elixir to restore his mana and the Yinhun Dan.

The mana in his body seemed to have evaporated.

Back then, he had never been an enemy of the Rakshasa Void Clan's Jindan like he is now.

This is enough to show that Tushanjun was indeed driven into a panic.

Use all means, no reservations.

Tushanjun in the legal domain slowly stood up and pointed his halberd at the demons under the moon.

"Lend me your life!"

Boom.

The soaring shrine smashed the moonlight into pieces and stood behind the monster.

The three-faced demon looked around in panic.

Even though he is also in the middle stage of the Golden Core, he can't cast the magic domain, and he doesn't understand what is behind him.

Why does it bring him so much pressure and great fear?

He just wants to escape.

Every moment the Ghost King reincarnates, he consumes mana fiercely.

Tu Shanjun did not dare to delay.

The door of the shrine was opened, and the ferocious faces of ghosts and gods carved on the pillars of the shrine seemed to come to life. Countless black four-threads flew out from the open door and pierced into the body of the demon and ghost, causing the demon and ghost to stop forcibly in just a moment.

.

The small flag behind him fell into Tushanjun's hand.

Although there was no accompaniment of gongs and drums, and there was no opening ceremony, there was not much to worry about at this time.

Nuo opera begins.

Nuo dance display.

Tushanjun waved the small flag in his hand like a dancing master.

The black threads in the shrine also began to tighten.

Monsters and ghosts are not good either.

The first thing he did after realizing that he was trapped was to resist violently. The three-body ghost had a ferocious face, and its powerful strength was able to withstand the pressure of the shrine behind him, so that even the slightly unstable Yin Shen could not escape from the body.

Keep pumping out.

Now it looks like the phantom of a ghost is looming over the body of a demon.

Tushanjun gritted his teeth.

The long fangs pierced the flesh, and the black-red blood moistened the lips.

How long can he last?
To be continued...