Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit

() On a desert island in the Fallen Secret Realm, a monk from the early stage of Dharma is hanging in the air at this time. The formation at his feet covers most of the desert island, and at the same time it is worthy of floating on the island several feet high. He was surrounded by it. M

The ancestor Rongcheng sèyīn uttered his spiritual thoughts as much as possible, searching for clues in the void outside the island.

He has been trapped in this island for about two hours. Although he has not been able to detect the hidden Feng Shura, he intuitively told the ancestor Rongcheng that that Shura was hiding nearby, waiting for him to step out of the famine. At the moment of the island formation, he must be greeted with a thunderous blow.

It's a pity that half of my own methods are based on the formation, but most of the array equipment I carried was destroyed when the sixth line of defense was broken. I can only lay down this simple formation on this desert island. Fa, otherwise why would I be so embarrassed!

Ancestor Rongcheng reached out and touched the torn shirt on his left arm. There was a half-foot-long wound there. Although the wound had been imprisoned by his own hemostasis, a bright red mark was still visible on it.

And there was more than one such mark on his body. Behind his right shoulder, there was also a red mark left by the contraction of the wound.

The two wounds and the torn jacket made the original image of the ancestor of Rongcheng Yuan Zhen Yuezhi look a little more embarrassed from a distance.

The ancestor Rongcheng knew that the longer the delay, the more detrimental it would be to him, because at this time the Moluo army was already marching towards the seventh line of defense, and the subsequent Moluo were still continuously encircling and suppressing the disintegrated monks. Hidden Feng Shura waited for reinforcements, so what he faced would definitely be annihilation.

However, things are often afraid of what comes. Just when the ancestor Rongcheng worried that Feng Shura hidden in the void would find reinforcements, the sky suddenly lit up with a few rays of light, and more than ten Great Moluo headed towards the deserted island. Flying in the direction of.

Ancestor Rongcheng's hand was filled with light, and a silver chain was wrapped around his wrist after the light dissipated.

Immediately after the arrival of the more than ten Great Moluo, the deserted island was surrounded. The ancestor Rongcheng suddenly raised his head and looked over his head. The Feng Xiuluo who had been chasing him before was standing above his head and grinning at him. Then the whole body turned into a whirlwind, and it slammed into the formation shield on the head of the ancestor Rongcheng.

At the same time, the dozen or so big Moluo also displayed the accompanying magic weapons in their hands, and fought against the simple formation laid down by the ancestor Rongcheng.

"Damn it!"

The ancestor Rongcheng cursed secretly, and the silver chain in his hand was also thrown out by him. The front end of the chain was a gem like a snake's head, and it collided with the drooping wind pillar.

The ancestor Rongcheng secretly said a bad cry, and the whole person has been smashed under the desert island with a strong force. If it hadn’t been for a layer of formation shield outside the island to slightly resist Feng Shura’s offensive, this blow would have to take one. It's a big loss.

Despite this, Feng Shura’s blow still made him incapable of taking care of the operation of the desert island’s formation. If only this wind Shura was the only one, it would be fine. After all, he suffered a small loss in that blow, but that wind Shura also temporarily Repelled, the formation can be guaranteed.

But now there are more than a dozen Big Moluo around the desert island teaming up to attack the shield of the formation. At the moment when the formation is stagnant, the formation under the feet of the ancestor Rongcheng has cracked open seven or eight cracks. The formation was broken.

Feng Xiuluo rolled up a gust of wind, and a strange howl like a howling ghost and a wolf came from the wind, and the dozens of demons around him attacked the ancestor Rongcheng.

The ancestor Rongcheng sighed secretly: It seems that he is going to fall here today!

The chain in his hand seemed to have turned into a snake at this time, embedded in the flesh of the ancestor Rongcheng, and began to swim, and in a flash, it gathered on his chest and converged into a vivid silver snake.

The ancestor Rongcheng opened his eyes suddenly, and a blood stream appeared in his gaze: Since he can't escape, he will all go with him!

The ancestor Rongcheng did not evade attacks from all directions, and waited for the besieging Shura to be the closest to him.

Close up to see that the ancestor Rongcheng is about to be hit by these attacks, and the aura of the ancestor Rongcheng has also risen more and more, and even the sound of "chichi" has been heard from his chest, but suddenly he hears it. There was a dense explosion of sound from behind, and the surrounding Mo Luo shouted in exclamation, and all the accompanying magic weapons called to Rongcheng ancestors were recovered. It seemed that he was suffering from a huge crisis, but he could no longer care about Rongcheng. Ancestor.

Someone can help!

The ancestor Rongcheng was shocked and delighted, the momentum of the whole body suddenly fell, and the "chicking" sound from his chest disappeared. When I looked up, I saw a huge aura monster roaring towards the sky and turning into a ball. The squally wind Shura rushed over.

At this time, the ancestor Rongcheng was simply escaping from the dead, where there was still a little bit of the same mind, his right hand suddenly pulled from his chest, and the silver chain that turned into a silver snake was pulled out of the flesh of his chest. There was a splash of blood and water, and he didn't care about the injury, and the silver in his hand was refined into a nine-foot-long strange snake, and together with the aura in the sky, he flew towards Feng Shuluo.

The sound of killing was heard from all around, and the roar of fighting technique was one after another. More than one person helped. The dozen or so demons around that were already entangled by others, and seemed to have the upper hand.

The ancestor Rongcheng glanced around quickly, and saw about twenty blacksmith monks strangling with more than a dozen demons, and a Faxiang monk who was about twenty years old in the sky was faint. He smiled slightly at himself, and then concentrated on directing the aura monster in the midair to attack that wind Shura.

The ancestor Rongcheng hurriedly settled his mind, the silver chain snake shook his head and waved his tail, and cooperated with the strange Jiao to tear open the wind wall in the middle of the sky, and took the opportunity to kill in.

There was a howl in the sky, and a voice suddenly came from the ears of ancestor Rongcheng: "No, fellow Taoists quickly withdraw the magic weapon!"

The ancestor Rongcheng was startled and stretched out his hand to draw in the void, and the silver chain flew back, leaving only a silver giant snake to attack the wind Shura with the strange dragon, but the silver giant snake was powerful Suddenly dropped by more than half.

puff!

Like a candle that was blown out, the wind in the air suddenly collapsed, and the violent spiritual fluctuations caused the face of the ancestor Rongcheng to change drastically. Between the flashes of body shape, the person has retreated hundreds of meters away with the supernatural powers of the space. And the young monk still stood in place without the slightest change.

The ancestor Rongcheng’s face was very anxious, but it was too late to open his mouth to remind him, and he saw that the collapsed wind has turned into a sky full of wind blades, rushing around indiscriminately, and within a radius of more than a hundred meters, it has become a piece of land. Storm ocean.

I saw that the young monk's face remained unchanged, his hands changed like butterflies wearing flowers, and then his palms suddenly shook his legs. There was a huge wave of vindictiveness on the sea outside the desert island, and the huge wave rolled up, forming a wave in the sky. The huge water wall blocked the storm ocean in front of him, and at the same time protected the monks behind him who were fighting against Mo Luo.

The ancestor Rongcheng was secretly ashamed, and the silver chain in his hand flicked, and then rushed into the mora that was fighting with the cultivators, strangling the mora that had begun to fall apart.

As the storm raged and weakened, the water guns that rolled up in the air began to fall back, igniting huge waves several feet high on the sea, and then rippling far away.

At this time, the dozen or so Mo Luos had also been wiped out with the participation of the ancestor Rongcheng. Seeing that the young monk had fallen into shape, the ancestor Rongcheng hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Thank you fellow Daoist for helping me in Xia Nanhai. Hua Yizong Rongcheng is polite!"

"Hua Yizong? Isn’t it the Hua Yizong who is famous in the South China Sea? It’s no wonder that fellow Taoists can deploy such wonderful formations on this desert island in such a simple way. In the Lower North Sea, the true spirit sent Lu Tianping. , Met fellow daoists!"

The young monk was slightly surprised, and then he suddenly introduced himself to the ancestor Rongcheng.

The ancestor Rongcheng showed a hint of surprise on his face, and said: "It turns out to be the Sword Fairy of Beihai Sea. No wonder the blood Shura exploded and escaped with the associated spirit treasure so easily, I admire it!"

After the two chatted for a while, Lu Ping bluntly said: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. If it is convenient for the daoists, please also ask the daoists to walk with me. If you want to come here, it is not far from the Phantom City. If there are daoists for help, I believe I can wait for more. It's easy to break through the encirclement of Mo Luo and reach the Phantom City."

The ancestor Rongcheng did not expect Lu Ping to be so direct. He saw that the more than twenty cultivators who followed Lu Ping looked at him with expectant gazes. They couldn't help but laughed bitterly and said, "The Daoist is too modest, now I have this strength. I am afraid that the time will drag the Daoist back, if the Daoist does not give up, I am willing to walk with the Daoist!"

Lu Ping was immediately overjoyed, and while handing the two jade bottles to the ancestor Rongcheng, he said: "These are some spirit pills refined underneath. I see that fellow Daoist's injuries are not light, and the loss of true essence is also considerable. It won’t go well either, fellow daoists, hurry up and reply!"

The ancestor Rongcheng opened the jade bottle, his eyes lit up, and praised: "I forgot ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Lu Daoyou is still an alchemy master!"

Lu Ping "haha" smiled and said, "With the help of fellow Daoists, I will be more confident when I wait for this trip!"

Lu Ping waved towards the sea behind him, and a huge boat broke through the waves. Everyone got on the boat. The ancestors of Rongcheng saw that there were several comatose monks in the boat, and when he surrounded and suppressed the dozens of monsters, Rongcheng The ancestors had also discovered that the cultivators who had come with Lu Ping were uneven, and they were still a mixture of humans and monsters.

Lu Ping saw that the ancestor Rongcheng was puzzled, so he explained: "This is the monks of the monks and monsters who broke down from the sixth line of defense and gathered in the next way. This time the Mo Luo is coming fiercely, and the two peoples and demons are not joining hands. The enemy can't get rid of this predicament. Unfortunately, many cultivators have already suffered injuries and tried their best to support them. After being accepted by the next, they went into a coma."

The ancestor Rongcheng saw that about half of the twenty-odd monks on the boat had wounds of varying severity. Even if the remaining half were mostly blue, they were obviously all in the form of a loss of true yuan. I don't know that Lu Ping's so-called "gathering" and "receiving" are all modest words. I am afraid that these people were all rescued by Lu Ping from Mo Luo's hands.

The ancestor Rongcheng showed a trace of admiration on his face, and sighed: "Friends of Taoism are kind and righteous, Beihai Sword Fairy is a well-deserved name!"