There was no way through the sky, and after looking around, the ghosts had to rush towards the exit of the formation.
Hundreds of ghosts were huddled together, it was a black oppression, and each of them was a tiger-headed human body, roaring again and again.
This strong stimulation made Xia Lan extremely frightened, and her hands holding the little sword began to tremble.
Chen Xiaoice swallowed his spit and shouted proudly: "Don't be afraid, although there are many of them, but with the width of the Yin and Yang Dao, they can only come up to two at a time, there are so many of us, even if we consume them, we will kill them, everyone fights, and go back to health care after the fight."
"Senior Brother Chen is right, fight" The disciples of Shenjunguan were greatly encouraged, and they sacrificed magic weapons one after another, stepped into the formation, and stopped at the end of the formation.
Xia Lan glanced at Xiaoice and found that this kid shouted in his mouth, but his feet did not move at all.
"You say so righteously, why don't you go on yourself" Chen Xiaoice smiled, "Look at what you said, don't I want to protect you?"
Xia Lan rolled her eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him.
Since this formation is called the Nine Curves Yin and Yang Dao, firstly, because there are nine bends, and secondly, a powerful magic weapon is placed in each bend, and the ghost will be activated as long as it passes by, and it will attack on its own.
You must know that the magic weapons of the disciples of the Shenjun Guan are all more than five stages of light, and any one can be used as a treasure of the town sect in the small mountain gate, and it is also an ancient weapon, although it is not fully cultivated now, but the power should not be underestimated.
And not only that, Zhang Cheng dragged a truckload of ancient artifact rune paper back before, and every Shenjun Guan disciple received at least two ancient artifacts, the number was outrageous, and there were even several extremely high-grade ancient artifacts of the Seven Stages of Light, all of which were used to set up the array at this time.
For a while, the formation was like a carnival, full of brilliance and mana.
Although these ghosts are all powerful ghost cultivators, and they still have corpse qi bonuses on their bodies, they are also difficult to parry in the face of this kind of saturation attack, and they were quickly destroyed more than a dozen.
The rest saw that it was not good, and at the same time roared angrily, and the body was divided into four, and the number instantly increased by four times, instantly filling the entire formation.
Some clones were squeezed to the point where they had no place to stand, and were pushed to the edge of the formation, and they were immediately burned by the cinnabar line and howled miserably, and the cinnabar line also began to bend outwards and collapsed to the limit.
If it was just a cinnabar line, it would definitely have broken by now, but there was still a superb magic object like blue heart chalcedony on it, although it looked precarious, but in the end it persevered.
Black smoke rose in the formation, and there were constantly ghost clones being destroyed, but the ghosts did not flinch, and still pushed me towards the end of the formation.
The ghost who walked in front quickly stepped on the magic objects that were laid on the ground, and was immediately burned to a "sizzling" sound, his two feet turned into pus at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body lost support and fell to the ground, and he was contaminated with a large number of magic objects, and he was burned to the point of howling.
The ghosts who walked in front were miserable, and finally tried to think about retreating, but the ghosts behind couldn't figure out the situation, so they squeezed forward and pushed the front ones out.
The ghost who was squeezed out was extremely miserable, but there was no way back, so he had to forcibly endure it, stepping on his companion who had not yet been melted by the magic object, and wanted to rush out quickly.
The formation is long, but it is actually only more than twenty meters, and soon there will be ghosts approaching the end of the formation.
"Woohoo" There was no need for Hou Jingshan to remind him, the disciples of the Divine Monarch Guan who were standing at the end of the formation immediately attacked, and the dense blue runes fell like a torrential downpour, instantly blocking the ghost's footsteps.
In fact, if you really want to talk about it, the cultivation of these ghosts is similar to that of the disciples of the Shenjunguan, because they have corpse qi, their strength is slightly stronger, and there are so many of them, if they fight head-on, the disciples of the Shenjunguan are not opponents at all.
However, Taoist disciples have always relied on formations and magic weapon runes to fight, and as long as their brains are not broken, they will not fight hard with ghosts and demons.
And the most important thing that Shenjunguan is missing now is these, which is like playing a game, you have played longer than me, and the level is higher than mine, so what can Lao Tzu krypton gold, krypton, a set of god costumes, kill you in minutes And the current Shenjun Concept is equivalent to such a tyrant player in the spell world Seeing the ghosts fall one by one, Chen Xiaoice couldn't hold back, raised his hand and fired a shot.
With a loud "bang", a black hole suddenly appeared on the head of a ghost, and a black gas came out, and the ghost's whole body twitched, and his body quickly softened and turned into a puddle of black water.
"How about the marksmanship," Chen Xiaoice blew the muzzle and pretended to be forced.
Xia Lan snorted, walked to the side of the Divine Monarch Guan disciple, stretched out the small sword in his hand, and stabbed towards the front of the ghost.
But the result was like a fist hitting the cotton, and the small sword pierced through, piercing the ghost out of a transparent hole, but it was not dead, but waved two sharp claws, and quickly grabbed Xia Lan.
Chen Xiaoice was startled, and quickly scattered the ghost with another shot, shouting: "You are not a mage, you can't stimulate the power of the ancient weapon, you can't die if you stab your body for a while, you can't stab it directly on the head, the heavenly soul of the ghost is in the head, the heavenly soul is broken, you can't think of dying" "Really" Xia Lan wiped her sweat, pulled out her small sword, and saw that a sword pierced into the left eye of another ghost, and with a snort, her eyeballs exploded, and black smoke billowed out.
Xia Lan twisted his wrist and plunged the small sword into the depths of his head, and the black smoke immediately boiled like boiling water, and the ghost fell to the ground with a miserable howl, and quickly dissolved.
"It really works" Xia Lan's eyes lit up, and the previous fear disappeared, and she began to attack the ghost non-stop.
Although her hand is good, but the opposite side is full of evil ghosts who are fierce ghosts, and as long as she is caught, she will be in big trouble.
Those Divine Monarch Guan disciples didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly stepped forward, and the blue talismans in their sleeves flew around, protecting Xia Lan.
Chen Xiaoice held the cinnabar gun, and the opportunity was to shoot over, and the gun shot his head, but when he counted the number, he actually didn't kill as much as Xia Lan.
Watching Xia Lan dance the little sword with a high face, Chen Xiaoice couldn't help but swallow his spit.
"This mother-in-law is too violent, if she marries home, she won't be beaten as a sandbag every day, or leave it to Zhang Cheng."
All the ghosts who entered the formation were suppressed by most of their cultivation by the power of the formation, and they were not lightly injured along the way, and the small sword in Xia Lan's hand was equivalent to giving them the final blow.
And behind her, there were more than a dozen disciples of the Divine Monarch Guan who served as her bodyguards, and when she encountered resistance, she immediately saw a bunch of blue runes go up, and in a short time, dozens of ghosts had already died under their hands.
Although they are getting more and more ruthless, there are too many helpless ghosts, and they go forward and follow, as if they are endless
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