Chapter 610 Kong Xi Conquers the Demon

This man's clothes were the usual Jingyi of the Fei family. The gun in his hand was in a state of dilapidation. Decades of housekeeping had worn away all the color on his face, but he could still look like a noble man.

It is Fei Tongyu, the current head of the Fei family on the north bank of Wangyue Lake!

For decades, the Fei family fell into silence and decline as if their spine had been broken. Fei Tongyu's life was the saddest. Every time he closed his eyes at night, the misty sword light always appeared in front of his eyes.

The sight of this man killing his eldest father Fei Wangbai as casually as a dog would always come over and over in his mind. From now on, the Fei family could no longer cultivate the "Jian Dao Brocade" that had been built by their ancestors for generations. Hundreds of years of accumulation were suddenly wiped out, and they had to start all over again, falling into an endless trap. torture…

He had woken up so many times in his dreams that he would never admit his mistake! It’s this man from heaven! Fei Tongyu's current status is so humble that he is not even qualified to know this person's identity, but he is not in a hurry and murmurs:

"Such a big thing... Qingyi can find out... good... good..."

This man who was always as hesitant as a stoat calmly looked at the vast colorful lights in the sky. It was clear that the slightest aftermath could tear him to pieces, but he was not afraid at all, and murmured in his heart:

"If you have revenge, don't be afraid of disappearing without a trace. You beheaded my great father and left his body in the snow in front of everyone. The body could not be reunited for three months..."

"There are still three thousand people in the Fei family, all of whom are weeping and hating their ancestors. The three-year-old boy in the peak is still drawing wooden talismans and spelling them. Just wait...just wait..."

Those eyes sank in the black smoke and submerged into the darkness. The golden color in the sky lit up again. Si Yuanli was concentrating on it and found nothing.

His green clothes were fluttering, his sword skills were ethereal, and he waved freely in the air, knocking the two mages back. Si Yuanli had been hidden away by Yuan Xiu for many years, and now he showed his sword with a certain sense of joy.

[Songbai Quanyuan Sword Jue] can be traced back to Sima Jun, who guarded the river bank for the Wei State. The sword in his hand was white as snow, and it actually echoed the Huaijiang diagram on the sole of his feet. It became more and more fierce, and all the magicians shouted at him. , the jade ring between his wrists flashed brightly and darkly, and he immediately came out, raising his eyebrows to look at Li Xuanfeng.

Li Xuanfeng had already fought with the mages several times, and the sky roared, and he was reaching the critical point.

The six mages in the sky stared angrily, and the Sanskrit sounds were loudly vibrating. Either the three heads, or the six arms, or the eyes on the chest were burning, or the four ears on both sides were vibrating, each of which showed its true appearance.

At the level of mage, except for two special cultivators, most of the highly practiced mage are androgynous. Their faces are sometimes male and sometimes female, and the male and female looks are intertwined, which is quite strange.

And their weapons-holding arms were strong and graceful, with glittering gold powder. They clutched the magical weapons tightly, and they all fell on the golden bows, intertwining brilliantly. The ferocious golden bows hooked the sharp edges of the weapons and held them steadily in the air.

Li Xuanfeng was restrained by six monks, and his body's Gang Qi rolled like clouds, turning into reality in the air, and condensed into sharp lights, intertwined with each other, appearing bit by bit in the air, along the edge of his Tianjin Armor The horns pointed upward, hovering around him.

His hand on the golden bow was as steady as a mountain, but streaks of golden light flowed from the gaps between his fingers. A white scroll re-opened beside him, floating like a long snake, and Li Xuanfeng suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The magic weapons in the hands of the six monks were all emptied at the same time. The six pairs of eyes seemed to be carved from a mold. They all looked south. They happened to meet the man in white gold armor who appeared in the form of a man with a long bow like the full moon. Point to me.

"Qiang..."

The three golden rings in the air suddenly jumped and shone brightly, as if they had caught something struggling fiercely. They made a crazy metallic collision sound on the spot, but Li Xuanfeng's string did not stop.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."

The three monks holding the golden rings turned pale, and they all vomited blood. The remaining nine people quickly made spells and cast spells, each reciting the spells, their voices were low and complicated, confusing people's minds, and they murmured in the air:

"Respectfully invite [Kongxi Demon Subduing Bowl]!"

The formation was shaking, and the void suddenly burst open. A bit of golden light came through and landed in the middle of the twelve people. It was like a small stone falling into the water. It rippled out, quickly gathered and condensed, and turned into a purple Big bowl.

This purple bowl is surrounded by two circles of black edges. There are no incantations, but it is mysterious and solid. The black hole at the mouth of the bowl collects countless golden lights flying into it and calms it down safely.

"A spiritual weapon at the Zifu level!"

Si Yuanli's expression suddenly darkened, and his mind vibrated vigilantly, secretly aware of the shocking news.

This [Kongsi Subduing Demonic Bowl] can be easily identified as belonging to Maha at a glance. It must have been instructed by one of the Seven Signs. Being summoned and landed here means that at least one Maha is paying attention to this place at this moment!

"Hahahahaha!"

Si Yuanli was greatly alert, and the twelve people brought out the magic weapon aimed at Li Xuanfeng. The anger of the one person who had just been unable to take it away from the twelve people was somewhat relieved, and they all laughed, and their voices overlapped and resounded through the sky:

"How dare you, a small tribe of Southern Barbarians from Shanyue, try my Orthodox Holy Dharma? The World Honored One is merciful and I will ask you to stay here today."

The sound was as loud as thunder, attracting the group of cultivators to look sideways.

No matter how powerful Li Xuanfeng is, he is still just one person, but in front of him are twelve orthodox [Kong Wu Dao] mages! Each of them is of the top level of foundation building. Not only can they borrow methods from above, but they also have extremely brilliant formations. How can one person stop them?

At that moment, Li Qinghong looked worried, thinking about how to give up the enemy in her hands and step forward to help. She thought that if she suffered more injuries, the Sky Bird was able to use all her strength to threaten these people...

Li Xuanfeng's expression did not change at all, and he said softly:

"Just look at it!"

As soon as Li Xuanfeng finished speaking, the golden string in his hand flashed, and the scroll appeared from his side, unfolded like it jumped upwards, turned in the air, like a swimming dragon, and a piece of silver light shone out.

Countless golden lights emerged from his hands, like a dam collapsing and floods gushing out. In an instant, countless mysterious lights flew out, all pouring into the clear silver light.

This golden light touched the silver light, and immediately turned into gold and silver, split into two, and split into four, spurting out, leaping high into the sky, and going deep into the clouds:

"clang!"

The mysterious light all over the sky rushed up to the sky, and before it fell, the silver light had already swept across it. The purple bowl was better, and the three golden rings were shaking crookedly as if they had been hit by a speeding star.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

The faces of the three monks who controlled the golden ring turned pale, and with the help of the large array to adjust their magic power, their complexions quickly became warm again. However, the twelve monks hesitated for a moment at the same time.

This formation has a long history and is extremely magical. The twelve people can not only harmonize their mana and share the damage, but they can also communicate with their minds in it. The current thoughts are communicating in the formation:

"This demon is very powerful. The [Kongxi Demon Subduing Bowl] contains a lot of it, so how can it be wasted easily? It is better to put it away first and deal with it in an array!"

Several monks and monks were not simple people. They did not give Li Xuanfeng a chance to test the [Kong Xi Demon Subduing Bowl]. The purple bowl disappeared in an instant, and twelve people returned to the formation at the same time, shouting in a loud voice:

"Mi!"

A large golden formation emerged across both sides of the bank, and countless golden incantations flowed and took shape. The circular formation was as big as a mountain, slightly tilted, and dispersed clouds and demons. It was very powerful.

"What an awesome formation."

At this point, the practitioners from the north and the south had gradually lost their will to fight. However, they were all under the jurisdiction of their superiors and had no intention of stopping. They noticed the movement and raised their heads one after another. Before they had time to take a closer look at the formation, they could vaguely see the darkness behind the formation. .

Si Yuanli finally lost his sense of control, and the sword light in his hand was slightly chaotic. Fortunately, the opponent had already been defeated by him, and this chaos had no consequences. He was horrified in his heart and whispered:

"Thirty-two thousand, seven hundred and sixty-eight..."

As his words dissipated, a sky full of stars appeared above his head. Gold and silver were intertwined and flickering. They slowly enlarged in the pupils of the cultivators and turned into a mysterious light all over the sky. They fell from the sky. They had not yet fallen. They were already full of energy. Coming at you, aggressive.

"This...what is this!"

"Is this foundation building?!"

The cultivators below were already pale. Li Qinghong's eyes were slightly red and he said to himself:

"The second uncle used a secret method that damaged longevity..."

The mysterious light all over the sky fell like a torrential rain, and all the cultivators on the ground immediately ran away with their heads in arms. Fortunately, the mysterious light gathered on its own when it reached the mid-air, and rushed towards the large formation in the center, as if the Milky Way was falling and suppressing it.

The twelve monks were locked up together and unable to move. Their eyes were full of gold and silver. The formation was like lotus leaves in the rain, swaying this way and that. But after all, there were only twelve people. From time to time, some people vomited blood slightly, but they never broke the formation.

The twelve mages were temporarily suppressed, and the mysterious light in the sky did not fall to the ground. However, the Xiaoxiu who retracted on both sides could not be restrained and fled to both sides of the bank. The foundation-building monks had no intention of taking care of it...

In the rain of mysterious light and gold that filled the sky, the offensives from the north and the south had to be temporarily suspended. The monks on both sides had no intention of fighting. The fetal breath and Qi training retreated one after another. Only the monks at the foundation level were still restraining each other. .

At this point, almost everyone on the field understood that the situation had fallen on Li Xuanfeng and the twelve Buddhist cultivators...

Either Li Xuanfeng kills twelve people and forces the north to stop going south, or the twelve mages kill Li Xuanfeng, and the Huaijiang map will collapse, and the northern cultivators will have the opportunity to go south!

When thousands of people raised their heads, the golden string in Li Xuanfeng's hand was stretched to the full moon. His eyes were astonishingly bright. The blessing from the ancient spiritual weapon was not enough. The two immortal foundations in his body evaporated regardless of loss, and a thin golden mist emerged.

Of course, Li Xuanfeng had a method for wasting energy and longevity over the years. It was called [Sacrificing Yuan Method] and it was something from the Ning family. He had used it once when he killed Tang Shedu.

This secret method has a very heavy legacy. Often, if it exceeds three or four tenths of the Immortal Base, the cultivation level will collapse. He killed Tang Shedu with this method and was still safe and sound in Daning Palace. First, Yuan Xiu took action, and second, he also His current condition is related.

His current cultivation base is in the Talisman Seed, and he is almost half out of his body. He is almost borrowing from the Talisman Seed, but there is an unexpected benefit - the Immortal Foundation is maintained by the Talisman Seed. Unless he drains it with secret methods in one go, Li Xuanfeng will No matter how you use secret methods to extract cultivation, it will not collapse.

Therefore, now that he is using it again, he does not skimp on his cultivation at all. As the twelve people are being dragged, the golden-red arrows in his hands become more concentrated, and the surging mana and energy condense in his hands.

"Buzz..."

The mysterious light in the sky lasted for dozens of breaths. When the golden and silver brilliance disappeared, the golden red in Li Xuanfeng's hand disappeared almost at the same time. The twelve people were shocked, but they had no time to call out the [Kong Xi Demonic Bowl].

Only the three golden rings were floating alone, and they suddenly caught something. The three round golden rings stagnated slightly, and one of the corners suddenly twisted. After just a breath, the magic weapon made a harsh tear in the air. The sound of cracking.

"Kaka...Clang..."

The three magic weapons instantly exploded in the air, turning into golden fragments all over the sky and falling down. The three monks had long since severed their connection with the magic weapons, but they still spit out blood, and their faces were as golden as gold. Paper.

Fortunately, after such a delay, the big purple-gold bowl reappeared in the air, swallowed the golden-red arrow that escaped from the trap, shook it twice, and flickered in and out of light.

The twelve monks quickly seized the opportunity, jumped out from their positions decisively, and dispersed the big bowl. The remaining nine monks changed positions, and the formation regrouped, saying in unison:

"Please Su Xikong! The righteous method can suppress the demons!"

Suddenly there was a sound in the air, and the figures of the remaining nine monks shone brightly. A pair of eyes opened on their chests, they were calm and indifferent, with golden lines on their faces, and they no longer looked human.

The eyes looked at Li Xuanfeng at the same time. There was no colorful golden light, nor any brilliance coming and going from the sky. However, the bright light under the feet was shocked, making the soles of the monks' feet tilt.

The bright light on Li Xuanfeng's body dimmed for a moment, and he was actually frozen in place. The nine monks followed suit and jumped up from their seats together. The formations under their feet dispersed at a moment's notice, blessing Su Xikong's true form.

"Boom!"

For a moment, the metal and stone collided, like a landslide and a tsunami. All the light in the sky dimmed, and the north and south banks were suffocated.

The ten Buddhist cultivators worked together and blessed the true form of Su Xikong who had been summoned by the formation. The power had been superimposed to a terrifying level. Si Yuanli stood aside, with the omen of death rising in his heart, and said in horror:

"You underestimated them!"

The bright gate on the soles of his feet shook, and Si Yuanli broke out in a cold sweat. He raised his head in panic, and saw a little red in the gaps between the golden light and colors of the weapons.

"Ding Dong..."

The scattered blood beads were like a long curtain of smashed jade beads, each one round and crystal clear, scattered in all directions, and hit the magical weapons stacked by several mages, making the sound of beads and jade.

"Crash..."

The drops of blood turned into golden rain in the dark mid-air. The golden bow and the figure of Li Xuanfeng disappeared in the eyes of countless people who were watching anxiously or thankfully.

"Where is the murderer?"

"Could it be that it was completely destroyed by ashes..."

Si Yuanli watched helplessly as the rain of blood fell, and suddenly heard the crisp sound of gold and iron striking each other, and a cold and hoarse voice echoed in the air, reaching the ears of cultivators from the north and south from high places.

"The work is worth Rengui, the gold is used to its full potential..."

As the voice fell, the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing became louder and louder, almost louder than thunder, but the cold and hoarse voice became deeper and deeper:

"Shen Youjin is in the right position, please let me hold the gold!"