"Swish!"

The arrows raised by the Tang Dynasty shot at the old monk like a thunderous whistling sound. The old monk, who had already grabbed Fat Cheng with his big grasp, raised his head and glanced at the arrows that were shot from the sky, and a cold snorted from his nose. A huge aura was released from his body in an instant. Before these arrows could approach his body, they fell down one after another. None of the more than 200,000 arrows could approach him.

Zi Chen, who has a wrist sunset bow, is an exception.

"Swoosh!"

Samsung consecutive beads.

Three arrows shot deep into the old monk's eyebrows one after another. The old monk who felt the power of Zi Chen's three arrows also flashed with surprise in his eyes, and praised, "Good archery..." After admiring, he shook his head with regret and said, "It's a pity that his own strength is too weak. If he can reach the ninth level of Wuzong, even if you can reach the level of the ninth level of Wuzong, you may not dare to take this arrow at will. Now, even if I stand still, you will not hurt me at all..."

Zi Chen's arrow is very fast.

At least, compared with those warriors of the seventh level of the Wusect and eighth level of the warriors, in just a blink of an eye, they saw Zi Chen's three arrows appearing at the middle of the old monk's eyebrows. Seeing that these three arrows were about to shoot into the old monk's body, the old monk in a worn monk's robe moved, raised his arm lightly, and blocked the arrow first. He tapped his fingers on this arrow, and saw that the first arrow shot by Zi Chen with the sunset bow instantly became fragmented.

The first arrow was tapped by the old monk.

The second arrow had already appeared in front of the old monk. With the same technique, he gently tapped the arrow. This arrow was the same as the previous one, and it dissipated cleanly in an instant. Of course, the three-star beads that Zi Chen had used with all his might. For the old monk with great strength, there was no threat at all. The three arrows were instantly resolved by the old monk in a devastating manner. When he resolved the three arrows and raised his head, he realized that Zi Chen's target was not himself, but the giant hand that captured Fatty Cheng. This time it was not the three-star beads.

But a majestic and terrifying arrow.

Compared with the three arrows of three star consecutive beads, the power of the arrow that Zi Chen shot was obviously several times greater. Even the Wu Zong, the warriors and immortal masters at the sixth level of life and the seventh level of heaven, would probably have their scalp numb when facing Zi Chen's arrow. However, the old monk standing in front of Chen Xuanji just raised his eyelids after seeing Zi Chen's purpose, and was too lazy to pay attention to Zi Chen's small movements. He knew very well that with Zi Chen's current strength, it was impossible for him to rescue Fatty Cheng...

"The Spirit Forging Array..."

The old monk shook his sleeves, and the spiritual energy in the sky swarmed over instantly, covering all the 200,000 Tang Dynasty cavalry, including Zi Chen, Lin Xubai, Luo Cheng and Fatty Cheng. When he heard the words "Spiritual Formation Formation", Fatty Cheng's face suddenly became terrified and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Old Zamao? What do you want to do? Do you want to kill all of us and these 200,000 Tang Dynasty cavalry? Form a psychic medium to open a channel to another world?"

"Open the passage to another world?"

Hearing Fatty Cheng's roar and roar, the old monk still shook his head with a peaceful face and said, "The souls and essences of the 300,000 low-level warriors, plus you, should be enough for me to complete this transaction with it. Originally, the iron cavalry that trapped 300,000 Tang Dynasty wanted to lure all you old monsters out of the Tang Dynasty's palace. Unexpectedly, you only came in the end. If so many souls and essences were not enough, I would have a headache..."

In a moment of effort.

The "Spirit-casting Array" that the old monk set up in every move turned scarlet in an instant, with bloody aura soaring into the sky and yin energy. The entire array was filled with the sound of ghosts and howling wolves everywhere. Before the weak Tang Dynasty cavalry could react, their bodies exploded into a blood mist, and even their souls were sucked in by the sky-robe buried below.

"Bang!"

“…”

Trapped in the Spirit Forging Array, ordinary Tang Dynasty cavalry could not even move. Zi Chen and Lin Xubai were a little better, at least they could still move. Seeing that there were barriers rising around the Spirit Forging Array, Lin Xubai, who was stepping on the Green Lotus Sword, tried to escape, just touched the barrier on the Spirit Forging Array and was bounced back. He knew that they were imprisoned in this formation, and could only wait for the terrifying force derived from the Spirit Forging Array to land on them, Lin Xubai, who looked at Zi Chen with horror, looked at him with horror, and said, "We are trapped here..."

"Ao!"

A loud roar.

I saw Zi Chen, who was tired, transformed into an ancient beast hundreds of feet tall again, and directly bombarded the barrier of the Spirit Forging Array with one punch...

"Boom!"

Zi Chen, who used all his strength and punched the barrier, felt that his arms were numb, and the barriers imprisoned around the Spirit Forging Array were intact, without even a trace. Seeing Zi Chen constantly bombarding the barriers of the Spirit Forging Array, making a series of "rumbling" sounds. Fatty Cheng, who was also trapped inside, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No need to waste your energy, with your strength, it is impossible to break this evil formation..."

"Fatty Cheng is right. With your strength, it is impossible to break the spirit-casting formation of Miss Monk, unless it is the true body of Miss Cheng. Of course, this martial god clone may be able to break the formation of Miss Monk. Unfortunately, his martial god clone has fallen into my hands. Now, let the evil spirits in the Sky Robe continue to devour your essence, blood and souls!"

"Brothers, we fight with the people of the Buddha Sect. Even if we die, we will bring their people to bury them..." A general of the Tang Dynasty raised the sword in his hand and rushed towards the barrier in the direction of Fengming Mountain. The other soldiers of the Tang Dynasty did not hesitate when they saw the movements of the general. They held the Tang sword in their hands tightly and rushed forward.

Seeing the actions of these soldiers in the Tang Dynasty, a sarcastic smile flashed in the old monk's eyes and said slowly: "A group of ants also want to break through the formation of the poor monk?"

"Puff!"

"Ba!Ba!Ba!"

After more than 10,000 Iron Cavalry of the Tang Dynasty died, everyone discovered that the culprit who caused the bodies of their companions to burst into blood mist was actually a black shadow.

This black shadow is very fast.

It was almost incredible that it had caught its figure and saw it appearing in another place. However, no matter where it appeared, the nearby Tang iron cavalry would burst into pieces into blood mist. The Tang iron cavalry who attacked the barrier also discovered that with their attack power, it was impossible to break the barrier of this formation. They all retreated unwillingly. The leading general raised the Tang sword in his hand and said coldly: "Protect the Duke..."

Hurry!

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately saw all the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty rushed over and protected Zi Chen, Lin Xubai and Luo Cheng. The old monk with a smile on his face glanced at the black shadow, and his eyes fell on Fatty Cheng and said with a smile: "The evil spirit in the Sky Robe is too weak. If it can be allowed to swallow your soul and essence, I am afraid that its own strength will be greatly improved immediately. So, let you do this plan for me now!"

"Go to die..."

The old monk exerted a little force and saw the big grab handle that pinched Fatty Cheng into the palm of his hand. He suddenly exerted force. First, he heard the bones on Fatty Cheng's body, making a sound like fried beans, and an unprecedented look of pain appeared on his face. He had long known that the old monk's sinister intentions, and he knew very well that if Fatty Cheng's martial god clone died here, the evil spirit in the sky robe would absorb Fatty Cheng's essence, blood and soul.

I'm afraid that the evil spirit in the Sky Robe will be enhanced by hundreds of times immediately.

By then, even if he can recover to his peak state, he may not be the opponent of the evil spirit in the Sky Ferris. He endured the pain in his chest, raised the hook and sickle in his hand, and was about to throw it in the direction of the big grapple hand. Unfortunately, before he could take action, Fatty Cheng, who was caught by the big grapple hand, instantly turned into a blood mist.

"Shit!"

The evil spirits in the Sky-Far Caulibra seemed to feel the power of Fatty Cheng's soul and soul. They immediately rushed towards Fatty Cheng's death with excitement, swallowing the life soul and blood left by Fatty Cheng. Then, they saw the evil spirits in the Sky-Far Caulibrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabrabra

Seeing the evil spirit in the Motian cassock, his body instantly increased by more than ten times. The Taoist sect leader standing behind the old monk also had a look of Qi Yi on his face, and asked the old monk: "The people in the killing formation should be able to bloodily sacrifice what you said!"

"kindness!"

The old monk nodded and said with kind eyebrows: "It's enough. The essence, blood and soul of a powerful Wuzong master in the Great Perfect Realm are already strong enough. What's more, there is a strong man from the Ninth Heaven of Wuzong. Of course, the immortal master who was stepping on the flying sword and the person holding a bow and arrow are not weak. With a few of them here, it's naturally not difficult to sacrifice its blood and ask it to help a favor..."

"That's good……"

The head of the Taoist sect nodded with satisfaction, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Dang Dynasty, from today on, you will become a speck of dust in history..."
Chapter completed!