Chapter 388 The anxious battle
"You don't know anything about the power of Feiguang Eight Mirrors!"
Marquis Pinghai snorted coldly, and the mysterious light danced in the eight flying light mirrors, like a crucian carp emerging from across the river.
The Stegosaurus that was about to approach became broken in the mysterious light, until it completely disappeared.
Henry Zhang consumed 90% of his spiritual power and the eight innate dao marks he cast were broken in this way.
"Pfft-"
Henry Zhang was backlashed and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Die!"
Marquis Pinghai roared and shot several mysterious lights towards Henry Zhang.
These mysterious lights are extremely fast, making it impossible to dodge.
"Ji Lei Star Technique!"
Henry Zhang roared.
With twenty formation flags in his hand, three formation disks emerged.
The formation patterns flowed and turned into Bagua patterns.
From the Bagua patterns, several golden divine thunders popped out.
"Boom, boom..."
There were explosions all around.
The mysterious light intertwined with the golden divine thunder, and the residual power exploded several second-level locusts and several foundation-building monks that were approaching into powder.
Fortunately, Henry Zhang was wearing Thousand Scales Armor.
Otherwise, he would not be able to withstand the aftermath of such a strong explosion.
The mysterious light dissipated, and Marquis Pinghai saw that Zhang Xuan ignored him, with a look of anger on his face.
"Good boy, I want to see how many golden thunders you have collected!"
Pinghaihou's demonic energy was injected into the eight-sided flying light mirror, gathering more mysterious light.
A Bagua picture floated above Henry Zhang's head.
The golden divine thunder in the Bagua picture flows down like a waterfall, protecting Henry Zhang inside.
As Xuan Guang approached, everything was destroyed by the golden divine thunder.
At this time, both the second-order locusts and the foundation-building monks stayed away from the battle circle of these third-order locusts to avoid being strangled by the remaining power.
The battle between the second-level locusts and the foundation-building monks was extremely brutal.
A second-level locust had its legs chopped off, but it still attacked forward.
The monk who had taken the Earth Soul Golden Pill also had a look of determination on his face.
He knew that behind him was the Fairy Cat Valley.
Once the Immortal Cat Valley is broken, death awaits him.
Facing the horror of death, a great will to survive was inspired.
The black, first-order locusts, numbering in the hundreds of millions, are also heading towards the Fairy Cat Valley.
There are tens of thousands of Qi Refining monks in Fairy Cat Valley, either holding talismans or using formations to keep these low-level locusts out.
"kill--"
"kill--"
"kill--"
The entire Fairy Cat Valley was filled with constant cries of killing.
Broken limbs were everywhere, and the sky was stained with blood.
At this time, the blood tide surrounding Fan Zhiyi, Ziyuan Zhenren and the third-order spiritual clam became thicker and thicker.
These blood waves were like dense blood worms, breaking through the true energy protection and sticking to their bodies.
Fortunately, they are physically strong.
These bloodworms can't do anything to them for a while.
However, more and more bloodworms are coming in.
All insects eat the body.
Once the blood worms are transformed by these bloodline tides and burrow into the body, it will be difficult for the gods to save them.
The small thunder talisman in Master Ziyuan's hand flickered continuously, and thunder struck down one after another.
Crush the bloodworms around him.
Fan Zhiyi's true energy was injected into the Seven Star Cross, and the seven stars circled the moon, crushing and killing these blood worms.
The third-level spiritual clam uses the magic of creation, and the densely packed blood worms are sucked into the clam beads and become nutrients.
Ping Yehou was not in a hurry, and used the tide of blood to trap them and slowly consume them.
Time was on his side.
As long as the battle on Pingtianhou's side ends, killing these people will be as easy as chopping melons and vegetables for Pingtianhou.
At this time, the blood dragon transformed by the Eighteen Swords of Yulong clashed left and right in the Eighteen Hells.
In addition to evil spirits and hellfire, there are also knife mountains, stone mills, blood pools, etc.
The blood dragon is composed of eighteen blood demon swords through mysterious formations, which are the most rigid and powerful.
However, the Eighteen Hells are so dangerous that even a blood dragon can easily get lost in it.
The blood dragon had just escaped the knife shadows on the knife mountain, and fell into the stone mill again.
The huge stone mill of heaven and earth creaks and rotates continuously.
The huge body of the blood dragon made a "squeaking" sound in the stone mill.
"We must leave here as soon as possible, let's break through together!"
Zhang Dawu roared, and everyone poured spiritual power into the Blood Demon Sword.
"Roar--"
The blood dragon let out a long roar, escaped from the crushing force of the stone mill, and strayed into the blood pool again.
The pool of blood was rolling, exuding bursts of corrosive aura.
Once a monk falls into the blood pool, he will definitely be corroded to the point where nothing is left.
After the eighteen blood demon swords entered the blood pool, they were not corroded. Instead, they swallowed the corrosive blood in the blood pool and sucked it into the demon sword.
Outside, Henry Zhang was protected by the golden divine thunder gathered by Ji Lei Star Technique, and the mysterious light emitted by the Eight Feiguang Mirrors was unable to do anything about it.
Ji Lei Xingfa spent more than half a month collecting golden divine thunder in the Fairy Cat Cave Sanctuary.
Although there is a lot of golden divine thunder accumulated in the formation.
However, if the consumption continues like this, these golden divine thunders will eventually be exhausted.
Moreover, he feels that the connection with the Witch Temple is getting weaker and weaker, and I am afraid that the shadow of Ping Tianhou transformed by the Witch Temple will disappear soon.
Once Ping Tianhou frees his hands, what awaits the monks from the Immortal Cat Valley is death.
Although he was anxious, he really had no better way to break the situation.
Pinghaihou's Eight Feiguang Mirrors are simply too powerful.
Henry Zhang was beaten to the point where he could only defend himself.
At this moment, Zhang Dawu's Eighteen Dragon Sword Formation changed.
After the eighteen blood demon swords devoured the blood in the blood pool of the eighteen hell maps, their power became even greater.
"Roar--"
The blood dragon roared, seemingly tearing apart the Eighteen Hells.
At this time, Ping Dihou was also a little anxious.
The Eighteen Hell Maps are his natal magical power. Once it is broken, he will also be counterattacked.
"We must not let that blood dragon come out."
Ping Di Hou had a fierce look on his face, and the Eighteen Hells map continued to expand, like a sky net falling from the sky.
The locusts and monks below who had no time to escape were included in the Eighteen Hells.
The Eighteen Hell Maps quickly refined these locusts and monks, leaving only the evil ghost spirits.
These evil ghost spirits roared and flew towards the blood dragon, grabbed the blood dragon's scales and began to bite.
The red blade around the blood dragon flashed, and the evil ghost spirit was cut into pieces by the red blade.
However, these evil ghosts were still fearless and fearless, biting the blood dragon's body relentlessly, constantly consuming the spiritual power of the formation monks.
"Roar--"
The blood dragon's body kept struggling, but more and more evil ghost spirits came around.
Henry Zhang watched in amazement as the Eighteen Hells harvested the lives of all living creatures around him indiscriminately, and he couldn't bear it.
He shouted to the monks of the Immortal Cat Valley: "Get away from the Eighteen Hell Pictures quickly, don't be taken in. These Eighteen Hell Pictures are very evil, a bit like the Ten Thousand Ghost Banners."
How could the monks of the Immortal Cat Valley not know the dangers involved, so they all stayed away from the Eighteen Hells.
The second-level locusts were unwilling to give up and were taken into many of the Eighteen Hells.
However, Ping Dihou didn't care at all.
As long as we take the Fairy Cat Valley, it doesn't matter if we sacrifice a few second-order locusts.
The second-order locusts transformed into evil ghost spirits in the Eighteen Hells may play a greater role.
The Eighteen Hells are constantly refining the surrounding creatures.
Some Qi Refining monks who had no time to escape were also taken inside.
