Mortal Bones

After sensing the fluctuation of the Yuan Master's aura, Huang Laodao suddenly frowned and said:

"Why is the aura of this monster different from what that couple told me!"

He is indeed good at fortune-telling and deduction techniques, but when it comes to interpreting hexagrams, Sangengguan has a treasure that is far stronger than him (it is precisely because of this that the three of them teamed up to enter the Sea of ​​Dry Stones to look for opportunities).

In addition, this Heavenly Killing Tribulation is too powerful, so it is up to Haitang and his wife to interpret the hexagrams and luck.

Huang Laodao, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, he immediately frowned and said:

"Is it possible that this couple has tricked us again?!"

When he thought of this, Huang Laodao's already gloomy face became distorted with anger.

But as soon as he said these words, there was a "clatter" of chains, and his thin-looking body was pulled out of the place by purple-gold chains.

Xu Taiping’s voice then sounded——

"I'm offended, Senior Huang!"

At the same time as this sound sounded, Huang Laodao's body was dragged to an formation hole in the ruins of the formation.

Huang Laodao was very dissatisfied and yelled at Xu Taiping:

"Little one, didn't I tell you, don't use this restriction on me, it will damage my luck."

Xu Taiping faced Huang Laodao's angry gaze and said with neither humility nor arrogance:

"In the eyes of this junior, Senior Huang, your luck is not worth a penny in the face of the lives of my friends!"

"Without you, we can still kill that monster!"

Huang Laodao didn't listen to a word of Xu Taiping's words. What surprised him was still Xu Taiping's unexplained luck.

That's right, because of the Kung Fu he cultivated, the Xu Taiping in Huang Laodao's eyes was different from the Xu Taiping in the eyes of everyone present.

Xu Taiping in his eyes was a burning golden flame.

This ball of flames is hot and dazzling.

Even in the eyes of a monk of Huang Laodao's level, this is a group of Qi that is first-class, at least the size of ten thousand people.

But what really concerned Huang Laodao was not Xu Taiping's own aura.

It's the little bits, pieces, blossoms, all kinds of Qi.

Among them, the older one has the Golden Lotus from the Buddhist sect, the smaller one has the Yin-Yang Fish from the Taoist sect, and the martial arts fist.

But more of it is still that little bit of colorless, pale, dull air of mortal bones.

Huang Laodao murmured in his heart with a surprised look on his face:

"He is the leader of Jinlin and has countless opportunities. It is normal that there are powerful people from Taoism, Confucianism, Buddhism and even martial arts who are willing to lend him luck."

"But how could he be blessed with so many mortal bones?"

"How can we borrow luck from him?"

Mortal bones do have their own destiny, but because their destiny is too weak to take care of themselves, how can they borrow it from others?

But after thinking about it, Huang Laodao suddenly thought of a possibility, a golden light suddenly bloomed in his narrowed eyes.

So much so that when Xu Taiping forcibly used a ban to force him to activate the formation, he didn't react at all.

"boom……"

At this moment, with a loud noise, the originally dim formation suddenly became radiant.

Along with this great formation, Xu Taiping himself was also shining brightly, as well as the masses of borrowed luck around him.

This light started from Xu Taiping's own luck.

Then there are Taoism, Buddhism, Confucianism, Five Ways...

Until the end, those thousands of points of mortal bones' luck lit up together with it.

At this moment, although Xu Taiping was a mortal, his whole body lit up with a light that was as bright as that of a god.

Those clumps of borrowed luck were like stars in the sky, whirling around Xu Taiping's side.

Old Taoist Priest Huang looked at the scene in front of him with his eyes, and then he clapped his hands repeatedly as if he was out of control:

"That's great, that's great!"

Almost at the same time that he shouted loudly, the formation under the six people was completely activated.

In an instant, starting from this formation, more than a thousand formations of different sizes surrounding the Yuan Lord began to shine brightly one after another.

Looking down from a high altitude, the gray fog with the Yuan Lord as the center seemed to be lit up with thousands of cage pillars.

This shroud continued to extend upwards and bend, and finally connected at one point, turning into a bird cage composed of thousands of people sitting in a large formation, covering the gray fog area where the Yuan Lord was located.

Seeing this scene, even the well-informed Qingtong Evil Lord couldn't help but exclaimed: "Who on earth has such great skill and can lay out such a large number of exquisite formations?"

What made him and Xu Taiping not far away were stunned.

The changes in this formation are not over yet.

After the huge bird cage appeared, an ancient god appeared one after another around the bird cage.

Then, amidst the roars of the gods, radiant flying swords, dazzling golden Buddha hands, and countless Confucian mantras appeared one after another in the sky above the bird cage.

Immediately afterwards, with a "rumbling" sound in the air, the flying swords, Buddha's hands, and countless Confucian mantras fell from the sky like raindrops.

"boom!……"

Finally, with an ear-splitting trembling sound, most of the gray mist around the Yuan Master was blown away, and his figure shrunk several times in an instant.

The tentacles that were originally "baring their fangs and claws" were cut off by the falling Taoist sword shadows, and finally its huge body that was faintly visible looked more and more like a tree.

Until then, the mighty power of this great formation slowly dissipated like the ebb tide.

But even if the aura of the great formation weakened, the ancient gods' Dharma images did not completely dissipate, but only became somewhat transparent.

Then, the world was dead silent.

Even the aura of the Yuan Lord, which was always looming and made people feel very uncomfortable, dissipated at this time.

Until the voice of Yunhe Zhenjun sounded in everyone's ears--

"We, the later demon slayers, call this nameless formation the Ten Thousand Gods Formation."

"It's not because this formation has the power of ten thousand gods, but to commemorate the more than 10,000 monks who died in this formation in order to perfect it."

"In the eyes of us, the later demon slayers, these more than 10,000 monks who died are not like gods, but better than gods!"