The attacks of the previous few puppet warriors only caused a rolling wave of qi to roll over the cliff carved with talismans.
However, when the Black Flame Skull, the tank-like black beast god, and the puppet Onmyoji's black meteorite all slammed into the mirror-like cliff, the runes on the Shangqing Fu's magic array suddenly emitted a golden light.
With a muffled thunderous sound, the entire smooth mirror-like cliff seemed to twist up all at once, and countless bolts of lightning as thick as a child's arm shot out from the twisted magic circle.
"Be careful, the circle is out of order."
The light of lightning illuminated Wu Xiaoye's face white, and it was difficult to predict what kind of consequences the chaotic magic circle would bring.
The turbulence of mana in the air made Wu Xiaoye and Cao Xiaoxian's hearts beat for a while, but Zhao Lingjun's face was full of excitement.
In Zhao Lingjun's opinion, the main function of such a magic array was only to restrain the things it sealed.
And although such a magic circle has a certain ability to protect itself, when the attack power of the outside world exceeds the ability of the magic circle to protect, this magic circle will naturally fall apart.
Forcibly attacking the magic circle from the outside like this, although it is easy to cause chaos in the magic circle and hurt the things it seals, but Zhao Lingjun is not pinching this at all now.
Because Zhao Lingjun knew that Suzaku, like the phoenix, was a powerful creature that could regenerate itself even if the body was destroyed.
Therefore, even if he forcibly broke the formation and killed Suzaku, Zhao Lingjun would not have any heartache, because Suzaku would be reborn, and all Zhao Lingjun wanted was a drop of Suzaku blood.
The arm-thick lightning in the circle shot in all directions at once.
Zhao Lingjun unhurriedly controlled the four White Bone Netherworld Swords towards the lightning that shot at him, Wu Xiaoye, and Cao Xiaoxian, while the other four White Bone Netherworld Swords bypassed the lightning that was flying in the air like silver snakes.
When the lightning as thick as a child shot out by the seed of the magic circle suddenly shot Zhao Lingjun's white bone nether sword into white fragments flying in the sky, Zhao Lingjun's other four white spear nether swords also frantically crashed into the magic circle.
And at this time, the second attack of the puppet warriors such as the Black Gang Shura also fell on the already frantic magic circle at once.
"Five hundred years, five hundred years.
I can finally come out.
Dig hahahahahaha," With a burst of laughter coming out of the magic circle, the huge magic circle shook violently, and the golden light surrounding the magic circle suddenly turned into countless fragments, and on the cliff that was as smooth as a mirror, suddenly like a volcanic eruption, countless cracks first appeared, and then countless flames and black smoke gushed out from it.
"What a strong mana fluctuation."
Zhao Lingjun and Wu Xiaoye glanced at each other, and they both saw the look of surprise in each other's eyes.
The mana fluctuation is so powerful that it seems that it is still above Zhao Lingjun and Wu Xiaoye of the Three Flowers Gathering Peak, the Five Qi Dynasty.
But before the two of them could speak, the entire cliff that was as smooth as a mirror suddenly exploded in front of the eyes of Zhao Lingjun and the others.
Even the entire mountain began to shake violently, and the entire magic circle seemed to be about to collapse.
Zhao Lingjun grabbed Wu Xiaoye and Cao Xiaoxian's hands at once, jumped high, and the materialized nine-headed giant snake immediately shook its head and tail to meet it, caught the three people without waste, and floated in the void.
Zhao Lingjun used the Witch King Ring to collect all his puppet warriors.
While issuing an order to the nine-headed serpent.
"Fly higher."
The nine-headed giant snake didn't even let out a fart, so it flew into the air with the three of them shaking their heads and tails.
In the process of climbing up, Zhao Lingjun and the other three saw the Taoist temple on the mountain in front of Danxia Mountain, and the lights were suddenly bright.
Countless tiny ant-like people ran out of the Taoist temple.
And at this time, the magic circle that had reached the extreme chaos finally collapsed completely.
A huge pillar of fire surged out from the circle, and the entire mirror-like cliff suddenly turned into countless flying stone fragments.
The red flames illuminated the entire mountain.
And in that huge pillar of fire, a figure slowly appeared.
"This Suzaku that is sealed here can already transform into a human form.
It seems that the golden pill has been completed and the meridians have been reshaped.
Wu Xiaoye's face was solemn.
"Dig hahaha, I'm finally out."
Before Zhao Lingjun could answer, such a voice had already come from the pillar of fire.
But before the laughter of Suzaku in the flames had disappeared, a loud roar of thunder was heard in the sky.
Before Zhao Lingjun could raise his head, nine bolts of lightning as thick as diesel barrels had already fallen one after another and smashed into the pillar of fire.
"Ah, I'm so unlucky, the Nine Heavenly Thunder Tribulation" The laughter stopped abruptly and turned into a huge scream.
The Vermilion Bird in the pillar of fire only had time to let out a miserable scream, and it had already been turned into ashes by nine continuous huge lightning bolts.
Zhao Lingjun and Wu Xiaoyi and the other three were dumbfounded.
"Holy."
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Zhao Lingjun didn't expect that he forcibly broke the formation, and actually triggered the Nine Heavenly Thunder, blasting the Vermilion Bird that had just escaped from the magic array into flying ashes.
Just when Zhao Lingjun wanted to cry without tears and urged the hydra demon to go over to see what was going on, there was a sharp sound of breaking the sky in the air in the distance.
Zhao Lingjun's mind moved, and he hurriedly pinched a decision, and after a black aura flashed, the three of them connected the giant snake at their feet, and suddenly disappeared into the darkness.
Zhao Lingjun had just used the night concealment technique he learned from Gu Xuanbei to hide the three of them in the void, and the two golden-crowned veterans had already appeared in Zhao Lingjun and Wu Xiaoye's vision.
"It seems that these two people are the two most powerful old ways in Danxia Mountain, the post mark and the post scripture."
When Zhao Lingjun thought so, the two old Taoists wearing golden crowns flew in front of the broken magic circle in an instant.
From a distance, the two old ways seem to come out of thin air.
But when it came to Zhao Lingjun's eyes, Zhao Lingjun and the others saw clearly that under the feet of the two people, there was an ancient sword with a simple shape.
The old Taoist priest on the left has gray hair and beard, but there is no wrinkle on his face, and his skin is as smooth as a newborn baby.
The old man on the right-hand side is full of black hair, and he can't even find a single white hair.
Both of them were dressed in white robes with gold trim trims, and they looked like immortals coming out of a picture.
Zhao Lingjun and the other three knew that the cultivation of these two veterans was not trivial, so the three of them couldn't help but hold their breath in the air, and they didn't even dare to move.
However, the two old Daoists seemed to be startled by the broken magic circle, and when they collected the flying sword from the air and fell, they did not find Zhao Lingjun and the others who had used the spell to cover their figures and breath.
"Senior brother."
As soon as he landed on the ground, the white-haired and white-bearded post on the left couldn't help but gasp.
"There seem to be traces of spells cast by nether mages and people from the witch sect."
The black-haired post scar pinched the spell, and a black flame erupted from his fingers.
I don't know what spell is used, but I can accurately judge that when Zhao Lingjun broke the formation, he cast the spells of the Nethermage and the Witch Gate.
"Who dares to come to our Danxia Sect to make trouble," Yi Jing said sharply while looking at the broken magic circle. aanbd, fortunately I am immortal, otherwise wouldn't it have hung up this time ot The voice coming from the flickering firelight interrupted the words of the post scripture at once.
"Which guy broke the formation and broke the level so low, don't you know that this is going to kill people?
"Damn, I'm not dead."
Zhao Lingjun was overjoyed.
At a glance, in the flickering firelight, a figure slowly emerged from the flying ash on the ground, as if by magic.
When the light of the fire disappeared, a young man dressed in red and with red hair appeared in front of everyone.
"Holy."
As soon as he saw the face of this senior class, Zhao Lingjun almost fainted.
Because the face of this young man turned into a red bird is almost the same as Ren Xianqi, a singer that Zhao Lingjun liked when he was a child.
"It seems that you are the disciples of that despicable and shameless guy Meng Yi," Suzaku, who looked like Ren Xianqi, looked at the post scripture and the post mark, and smiled evilly.
"Bold, you dare to insult our ancestors."
When Yijing and Yiji heard Suzaku say this, they couldn't help but scold loudly.
"Ahh Suzaku spat on the ground.
"It's okay for me to say this, this guy tricked me into this place, and also colluded with the Taoist priest of Sanqing Mountain to make a magic array, and it took so much effort, didn't he just want to be in the limelight and tell the world that he did something big and sealed a Vermilion Bird After a pause, Suzaku looked at the two old Taoist priests with disdain and said, "I'm too lazy to talk to you."
Meng Yi, that old guy is dead, if he is not dead, call him out to see me. ” "The ancestor has long been feathered."
Although they were so angry, because they were afraid of Suzaku's strength, both of them couldn't help but didn't make a move.
"He's dead," Suzaku stood for a moment, then suddenly looked up to the sky and burst into laughter.
The laughter was high-pitched and excited, piercing through the clouds, and I didn't know whether it was sadness or joy
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