Looking at Yu Haoming who was gradually approaching, Meng Zhi waved the long knife in his hand.

The long knife turned into a stick of incense.

Meng Zhi looked serious.

Holding it with both hands, he spit out a mouthful of Yanghuo.

The Yang fire lit the incense, and it was immediately inserted into the crown of the hair by Meng Zhi.

The moment the incense fell, Meng Zhi's black gold robe turned into a large robe.

Make a mudra with your hands and step on the bucket.

Shaking his head and shaking his head, he muttered the words.

The spell sounded very clear at first, but after he recited it, it became more and more obscure, and finally changed from clear to mumbling and unintelligible babble.

Bba bah bah bah.

"..."

Meng Zhi's thoughts were getting faster and faster, and Gang Dou's pace was getting wider and wider.

When shaking his head, he grinned.

The fangs pierce the lips and grow out.

The long dark golden hair was dyed with a layer of scarlet.

His ordinary stature was tall.

A few moments.

It has become burly and tall.

Until he suddenly opened his eyes, the dark golden tiger eyes turned black and red.

Like the most dazzling star lighting up in the dark abyss.

"Whoaaah!"

"boom."

The large uniform on his body turned into a robe at this moment, and ten small flags behind him condensed in the illusion.

A tall figure came from the side.

That's a livid face.

The long fangs add a bit of ferocity to it, but when I look at those eyes, I just feel that this is a natural god with extraordinary divinity.

"What kind of magic is this?"

"Not sure."

"The Dharma Eye didn't see any difference, it's just..." the Venerable on the giant ship said in a deep voice.

They thought that Meng Zhi had lost all his skills and even gave up the long knife in his hand. Unexpectedly, they saw Meng Zhi's trick in the blink of an eye, turning the long knife into incense and inserting it into his hair crown.

Now the incense stick is still sending clouds of smoke.

"Ask Lu Xiang."

"Gang Dou Step."

"Please come to me?!"

Huang Hu looked at Meng Zhi's series of operations in shock.

He did not expect that he would be lucky enough to see such an authentic divine way, even more authentic than he realized. His spirit was shaken, and he trembled and murmured: "Are you one of the legendary stars?

"

Tushanjun glanced at Huanghu.

Huang Hu shut up immediately.

He realized that he had made a mistake.

If Tu Shanjun is really Xingxu, he will clarify the other party's identity by saying it, but today's spiritual practice world has long been unable to accommodate Xingxu, and even the organization has to change itself according to the deduced development of the spiritual world.

He felt that the things he heard were just exaggerations of the organization's past glory.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Yu Haoming sneered calmly.

The protective aura around him tightly suppressed the aura that invaded his body.

This is his personal heritage and strength.

Even if he does not rely on any external objects, he can still be invincible at the same level. The list of geniuses has been described by many people, or he relies on magical weapons, Taoist magical powers, or strange abilities, spells and ancient treasures.

He can definitely be ranked at the top of the list of geniuses without relying on anything.

Yu Haoming also sneered at the ranking.

The so-called ranking cannot be counted at all.

Some people have low rankings but have great strength.

Some people are not qualified in terms of virtue and just rely on external things to get ahead.

Who is stronger and who is weaker will have to fight to truly know.

Even if they are both Taoist geniuses, there are still differences.

Tushanjun, who had descended from the gods, came over with raised eyebrows. The black and red evil aura was like smoke clouds floating endlessly in the corners of his eyes. His eyes swept over and fixed on Yu Haoming. He didn't say anything, but just pulled out a small flag and pointed it towards the sky.

Throwing it away, the small flags penetrated into the clouds, and the evil spirit clouds in the formation surged into weapons.

"cut!"

Yu Haoming saw the weapons all over the sky.

Axes, axes, hooks and forks, swords, guns, swords and halberds, bells, monuments, coffins and coffins...

The sword was like a long river flowing through the sky, drowning the breath of his body.

The golden-white light quickly disappeared.

Yu Haoming frowned.

Why did the spiritual aura that he had suppressed just now undergo earth-shaking changes the moment this illusory figure appeared?

If the original aura of inspiration was like a pile of loose sand, then when this monk in robes and carrying ten small flags on his back appeared, it was like an iron army having a commander, and a powerful dynasty ushering in an emperor.

He is not against the formation, but against heaven and earth.

"You...are the weapon spirit of this treasure." Yu Haoming also realized at this time.

Just now, he knew that his opponent was no longer Meng Zhi, but he did not recognize who this person was. Now, at a glance, there is no one who can control the large formation like an arm and even completely control the small world, except for the weapon spirit of Zunhun Banner.

It could be someone else.

The tall red-haired devil didn't answer him.

Instead, they pulled out small flags one after another.

"Destroy."

"decline."

"exhaust."

"die."

Cut off the law, destroy the spirit, weaken the physical body, exhaust the Yang Shen,...

A moment.

Yu Haoming, who was high-spirited just now, looked like an old man in his twilight years.

The Gangqi all over the body dissipates.

Spirituality is like a small lamp that is barely lit.

The Qi and blood of the flesh and blood body declined and regressed, emitting a faint odor. This smell was different from the ordinary odor, as if it came from the bones and blood.

At this point, there is no raft to cross the sea of ​​suffering, and the yang and yin spirits in the sea of ​​suffering are completely exposed, and even want to escape this body.

The dying Yu Haoming looked at his body and suddenly said: "I know, Chen Jinding's Yangshen was not seduced away by him, but he left on his own."

"A body that has gone through exhaustion will be despised by the Yang God."

"Like a person in a dangerous boat, he jumps into the water anxiously."

Yu Haoming shook his head slightly.

Even if he knew the problem of the other party's magical power, he still couldn't solve it.

He underestimated the power of the Zunhun Banner. No matter whether it was a genius or a Taoist, anyone who dared to enter it would be suppressed to death.

Unless you use treasures that are far stronger than your own realm to escape, the only way to stay in the formation is to turn into blood and water.
To be continued...