Chapter 842 Taoist Taixu, 7th level defense formation.

"You old woman, you want to run away just because the wind is against you?"

Wang Xiaoke leaped forward, and the distance between them gradually narrowed.

Tong He's silver hair fluttered, he turned around and shouted, and endless ice blades shot out.

Moreover, an iceberg condensed from the sky and fell down violently.

"Old is old, but it's far worse than Li Feng."

Wang Xiaoke faced the ice blade and blocked it with all the dark light around him.

Gray battle patterns flashed on his arms, and he raised his hand to strike at the iceberg.

Instantly the iceberg collapsed and turned into powder and disappeared.

Tong He groaned and stared at Wang Xiaoke in horror.

"This old woman is a master of formations. Do you know the consequences of killing me?!"

"If the sect master knows, he will definitely use all the strength of the sect to wipe out your entire family!"

She was not joking. Looking at the second-rate immortal sects, the status of the formation master was very high.

Being killed in the outside world is a provocation to the entire immortal sect!

"Cut~"

Wang Xiaoke approached the old woman and grabbed her neck with one hand.

"If we destroy the teleportation array later, how will they come?"

Tong He made up his mind, bit his tongue, forced out a strand of blood, and used his palms to perform magical powers.

"Judge of Hades!"

Soon, a huge shadow with a green face and fangs, ten feet tall, appeared, like the King of Hell descended to the world, with a ghostly aura.

It holds a black pen in one hand, with a scroll floating behind it.

The temperature dropped sharply to freezing point after it appeared.

Tong He gasped heavily. After the Judge condensed, she was extremely weak.

Nine fighting styles.

Burial day!

Wang Xiaoke's eyes flickered and strange noises came from his muscles and bones.

The lines on his body became more and more bizarre, a wisp of chaotic energy circulated, and his entire temperament changed suddenly, revealing mystery everywhere.

Standing high above, he seemed like the sovereign of heaven and earth, looking down upon all things.

Looking at Judge Yama, Wang Xiaoke snorted coldly and smashed down with a bang.

"Ow!"

The judge waved his pen, and the ghostly aura of the book surged, suppressing the rebellion.

Mo Yanyu and Xi Chen looked up at the sky, feeling secretly nervous.

As long as her magical power is broken, the ending will be doomed.

……

The judge roared, holding the scroll horizontally in front of him, facing the fist wind.

prick--

The ghost spirit disappeared, the book was torn, and the brush exploded.

The figure of Yama was as brittle as bones and could not even withstand a single punch.

Tong He was bitten hard, his throat was grasped by a hand, and he was lifted into the air.

Under the huge force, her expression was distorted and she groaned in pain.

She knew that physical cultivators were powerful and could easily defeat magic cultivators when they got close.

What's more, she was injured and in poor health, so she was no match at all.

"Destroy it, little... boy, you think too simply..."

"That ancient eighth-level formation has three seventh-level defense formations. Even if it is broken, you can't destroy it..."

Tong He looked crazy and said viciously: "I will wait for you on Huangquan Road!"

Wang Xiaoke frowned and decisively crushed her larynx.

Then he did the same thing and imprisoned her Nascent Soul in the temple.

In this way, only Ao Danhong was left.

He swallowed a healing pill, propped up his broken body and fled.

Upon seeing this, Wang Xiaoke pushed out with his palm, and his powerful energy and blood evolved into a palm print.

"Wanli Sword City!"

Ao Danhong's Nascent Soul power surged, and a storm of sword energy arose around him.

Countless flying swords floated in the air, all condensed from spiritual energy, lingering around him.

"kill!"

Ao Danhong shouted loudly, and in an instant, thousands of flying swords turned into rainbow light to meet the palm print.

The flying swords formed a formation that was ever-changing and in harmony with the heaven and earth.

The moment the two moves came into contact, the void collapsed inch by inch, thousands of flying swords turned into nothingness, and the palm print also dissipated dimly.

Ao Danhong just breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly looked up in fear.

"how is this possible?"

At some point, Wang Xiaoke stepped into the sky with his hair flying.

Ao Danhong covered his sunken chest, his face turned pale, and he kept backing away.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he forced a stiff smile.

"My dear Wang, I admit defeat. I only ask that you spare my life!"

"I will tell you what I know, and I will serve you as my master from now on."

Wang Xiaoke thought it was ridiculous: "You change your attitude faster than turning the pages of a book."

"Who knows if you'll backstab me? Besides, I don't lack servants."

Ao Danhong had a complicated expression. This kid was determined to kill him.

After wandering around the world for seven hundred years and experiencing more than ten life-and-death disasters, he finally broke through the shackles and became qualified to touch the realm of honor.

I really can't bear to die like this!

"You little bastard, you forced me to do this. Even if I die, I will drag you down with me!"

Ao Danhong's face was ferocious, and his pupils were burning with a dark light.

At the same time, the Nascent Soul in his body throbbed and began to burn in flames.

His collapsed chest swelled up, and his aura reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!

"This is a secret technique that I obtained after risking my life in a dangerous place!"

Wang Xiaoke was startled, and muttered to himself when he saw his majestic aura.

"The secret method of burning lifespan is quite rare."

Ao Danhong was obviously determined to fight to the death, as he would injure one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of his own.

"You bastard, prepare to die!"

Ao Danhong slashed with his sword, but Wang Xiaoke's body was tough.

The terrifying waves spread and the sound of metal exchange was heard.

Wang Xiaoke retreated a hundred meters, blood dripping from his fingertips.

"Hahaha!" Ao Danhong felt extremely happy when he saw him injured.

"No matter how great you are, you will eventually perish here. I will use my lifespan to kill you and make you invincible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of sword light cut through the night sky, with power ten times stronger than before.

Wang Xiaoke dodged repeatedly, feeling that it was getting difficult...

Different from Tong He, the former is very old and specializes in formation.

Ao Danhong is even stronger, and he uses secret techniques to reach the peak of the Nascent Soul stage. It is extremely difficult to resist if he fights for his life.

After swallowing the Burning Spirit Pill, you will experience a period of weakness after the effect of the drug wears off.

It’s dangerous just thinking about it!

The two men confronted each other for a few breaths, and then started fighting in the void thousands of feet high.

Streams of light collided, sword energy covered the sky, and the roar continued.

The two fought for dozens of rounds, from high altitude to the top of the mountain.

Several green peaks were shattered and a large number of towering ancient trees fell down.

Ao Danhong found the right moment and broke through Wang Xiaoke's defense.

The sword broke through his body and pierced into his chest, and blood gushed out.

Wang Xiaoke took a breath, grasped the sword in one hand, surrounded by powerful blood and energy, and punched out with anger.

Ao Danhong decisively dropped the sword, turned over and kicked the hilt.

The figure retreated violently, and the sword almost pierced through him.

"hiss!"

Wang Xiaoke's forehead was sweating. He endured the severe pain and suddenly pulled out the sword.

He was visibly weak and gasping for breath.

"Tsk tsk, the effect of the drug is almost gone, how can you still be so arrogant?"

Ao Danhong didn't wait for him to rest, he clasped his hands together and summoned the Nether Dragon.

"If I can break your defense, I can take your life!"

"go with!"

The Nether Dragon twisted its body, opened and closed its mouth, and the smell of blood filled the air.

Wang Xiaoke punched the Nether Dragon, but only broke its scales.

boom!

The dragon swung its tail, trying to be hit by the immortal hammer, vomiting blood and retreating.

Ao Danhong called back the spirit sword, and one corner of his mouth slightly raised.

"I am here, how dare I hurt my benefactor Kunlun."

The sound rolled, and an old man in a robe appeared, standing between the two.

The power of rivers and seas swept over, and the scales of the Nether Dragon flew everywhere.

"It's you?"

Ao Danhong stared at the Taoist priest, his face full of fear.

"I was severely injured by the elders before, and was imprisoned in the dragon pillar for several months. My strength is only 20% of what it was before."

"Even if you are the Kunlun Ancestor, you can't stop me from killing people!"

Taoist Taixu’s body is like Mount Tai, and his eyes contain the sun, moon and stars.

Suddenly, his majestic cultivation was released and his Taoist robe fluttered.

"Two hundred and seventy years ago, you sneaked into our sect, broke into the forbidden area, stole the Big Dipper formation disk, and sneaked into another world."

"Even if it's not for my friend, I will still punish the criminal!"

Wang Xiaoke looked at the two of them and found that they actually knew each other?

Come to think of it, this is Kunlun.

Ao Danhong definitely did not obtain the formation plate in a legitimate way.

"My friend, please leave first. I will leave this place to you."

Taoist Taixu didn't even turn his head and stood resolutely in front of him.

"Thank you, Taoist..."

Wang Xiaoke dragged his injured body and turned to escape towards the teleportation array.

Ao Danhong became furious when he saw this, but was stopped by Taoist Taixu.

"Damn it, old man, you better think about it. One wrong move will lead to a thousand miles of regret."

"Don't let the Kunlun Dao Sect be destroyed in your hands!"

Taoist Taixu smiled faintly. His Kunlun lineage has been guarding the country for thousands of years.