On the barren mountain, Li Haocheng stood on the top of the mountain and watched a dazzling light rising from the west and falling in front of him.
Without waiting for Mr.
Liu who had just appeared to speak, he put his hands together and a dark black rod rose behind him.
The flag is flying, the water on the flag is rippling, creating circles of ripples.
Immediately, an array flag was raised in each of the south, north, and west directions.
The ripples from the four poles merged with each other and turned into a layer of clouds that covered the sky and the sun.
Countless cloud runes in it rose and fell.
Water lotus flowers condensed and bloomed one after another, hiding all the four flags.
"What you're doing is against the rules."
Mr.
Liu thought about it, and the air of green wood above the heavenly spirit was dense.
A simple wooden clock was suspended in the center.
Fine lines were wrapped around the wooden clock like vines.
It swayed gently, shaking off little bits of light, protecting Liu.
All over the old man.
"This is just prepared by Pindao to prevent you from escaping shamelessly, old man.
If you want to take advantage of the geographical advantage, there is no need for Pindao to arrange this mysterious water formation that has a blessing effect on you and me.
Now, please give me some advice from Mr.
Liu."
After Li Haocheng finished speaking, Mr.
Liu just smiled coldly, slapped the dragon-headed crutch in his hand on the ground, stretched out his wrinkled palm, and shot out five green energy from his skinny fingers, which gathered in mid-air and turned into a blue giant.
Hands, when empty cover.
Taking a gentle breath, Li Haocheng opened his palms and drooped slightly.
A little spiritual light fell from his fingers and turned into a moon-white lotus.
Then the lotus rose into the light, and the light grew lotus.
In a short time, there were more than a hundred lotus flowers around him.
Blooming, layers of apertures rise, resisting the falling giant hand.
Immediately, the shadow of the white crane in Li Hao's long sleeves flashed away, and then a sword light as bright as frost and snow flew out from it.
"Duh!"
Mr.
Liu shouted softly.
He kneaded with one hand and controlled the giant cyan hand to continue to suppress Li Haocheng.
The other hand held the dragon head crutch tightly, like a devil dancing with a stick.
With rough movements that did not fit the image, he shook the Fei is a magic sword driven by Li Haocheng's magic power.
"You don't have to be a ghost or immortal, but you still dare to use your energy to control a sword."
Mr.
Liu smiled.
While calming down his breath, he stretched out the hand that was holding the seal, spread out his five fingers, and shook his hand into the void.
The originally solidified green hands instantly collapsed and turned into green vines spiraling down, wrapping around Li Haocheng layer by layer, suppressing the protective aura and fixing him in place.
"Go" the dragon-headed crutch flew out and turned into a wooden dragon, vivid and lifelike, with scales and armor.
It roared, and the dragon's claws hooked, scratching through the aura.
"Pure Spirit" Li Haocheng waved his big sleeve, and the Shuiyue Purify Spirit Flag floated in front of him, covered with looming lunar scriptures.
Automatically without wind, a ray of lunar purify spirit light rose up and brushed against the wooden dragon.
He beat it back to the dragon's head and crutches, and then rolled it with Baoguang, suppressing it under the flag before Mr.
Liu could react.
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"Oops."
Although Mr.
Liu's combat experience told him, Qingyang County itself is not interested in immortality.
Even if he has lived for almost three hundred years, the number of martial arts fights with fellow monks is not too many.
Excluding exchange-style fights and crushing battles, There are only a handful of them that are truly of reference value.
A moment's mistake caused Mr.
Liu to lose a top-quality magic weapon.
He took a deep breath, and the dense green wood energy above the heavenly spirit gathered together, turning into a looming jade tree, with branches and leaves shaking, and thousands of green lights.
Jet out.
Li Haocheng opened his palms, and an ancient lamp emerged.
The glaze-colored light in the center of the lamp swayed, and faint Sanskrit sounds sounded.
Golden light flickered, and the dazzling light flowed, with clear layers of azure light, but they reflected each other.
Mr.
Liu, the Buddhist magic weapon, frowned.
Compared with the decline of immortality in Qingyang County, Buddhism can basically be said to be extinct here.
In his nearly three hundred years of life, he has never seen Buddhism in Qingyang County.
Magical weapon.
On the other side, Li Haocheng also frowned.
After all, the realm of ghost immortals is the second of the four realms of immortality.
It is not as good as the realm of human immortals.
Although human immortals are called immortals, they are still just polishing their bodies and are just mortals.
No matter how bad the ghosts and immortals are, they have already condensed the Yinshen, and the magic they use to activate their spells is no longer their own strength.
They can affect the world to a small extent and reduce their own consumption.
The crystal clear jade tree gradually took shape, and the aura of green wood was like a root system, filling the inside of the magic circle.
Li Haocheng felt that his control over the magic circle had become jerky.
"Reflecting the sun" Thunder exploded above Li Haocheng's head, and golden clouds and red flames rose above the sky.
A precious mirror hung on it.
There was a strange bird in it, standing on three legs, with a long golden quill on the top, holding its head high.
It has a hooked beak, is covered with scaly feathers, and is surrounded by three layers of red flames.
The expression of Mr.
Liu, the three-legged red-black-faced man, changed slightly.
Although he had condensed the Yin spirit, he was still in the realm of night wandering.
He usually relied on the power of the seven-note jade tree to manifest.
Now he was facing Li Haocheng's vague and insignificant presence on his head.
The red-gold flames could not help but feel frightening, and there was an oppressive feeling of impending disaster, and the Taoist skills that were originally intended to be activated could not help but be interrupted.
Li Haocheng lowered his head and blew into the lantern in his palm.
A few sparks flew out and immediately turned into fire pythons, spiraling down and burning toward Mr.
Liu.
But after all, Mr.
Liu has been practicing for more than two hundred years.
At first, he was frightened by the precious mirror Chi Wu, and his Yin spirit was a little stagnant, but then he immediately bit the tip of his tongue and cast a blood curse to forcefully activate the Taoist skills.
The branches and leaves on the jade tree, which looked like they were carved from crystal jade, were constantly swaying and colliding, and the sounds of various musical instruments were percussed.
The wonderful music disrupted the originally gentle vitality of heaven and earth, whether it was the fire python used by Li Haocheng or the formations formed by the surrounding formations.
The mist all collapsed, and for a moment, Mr.
Liu's whole body was calm.
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"Seven Wonderful Spiritual Sounds, you can use these natal Taoist skills.
It seems that you have run out of skills, old man."
Li Haocheng took a step forward, his figure faded, and then appeared behind Mr.
Liu.
He made a fist seal with one hand and spread it out. , the bright and pure brilliance of dark gold is in Appearing behind him, terrifying power pressed toward Mr.
Liu inch by inch.
When it fell in front of him, a faint shadow of a Vajra appeared in front of a Buddha, and an aura of eternal suppression rose up, suppressing Mr.
Liu to death.
The mana rolling inside the body.
"This is impossible."
The main reason why Mr.
Liu was willing to follow Li Haocheng's ideas and come to fight after knowing that he knew Qiankun Taoism was that on Yuyang Mountain, with the help of the magic circle arranged by his ancestors for generations, he knew I feel that Li Haocheng's way of performing Qiankun Taoism is a unique method that relies on the cracks between the Yang world and the Yin earth.
According to common sense, with Li Haocheng's current cultivation level, it is impossible to perform it at will.
And he uses the Seven Wonderful Spirits Yushu as his spiritual sustenance, and his natal Taoist technique has the Seven Wonderful Spiritual Sounds that disrupt the movement of vitality and shake the void.
It is precisely because of this Taoist technique that he believes that he is here.
Even if Li Haocheng cannot be left behind, he can still protect himself.
But the current scene was obviously not what he expected.
Li Haocheng was not only able to perform Qiankun Taoism at will, but his physical strength was not inferior to that of martial arts practitioners practicing external martial arts.
The most important thing was that the Brahma Buddhist charm contained in this punch was so powerful that it was so overwhelming that he was unable to perform Taoism.
In the thin line between life and death, the surface of the wooden clock that had been quietly suspended above Mr.
Liu's Tianling suddenly appeared with overlapping blue lights.
Countless talismans circulated, and green energy spurted out, turning into vines and green leaves hanging down.
The huge power of the Vajra fell on it, shattering countless vines, but more vines sprouted and hung down, constantly dispersing the huge power of the Vajra.
The natal spiritual weapon missed a hit, and Li Hao retreated decisively, using the method of two realms to escape between the yin and yang realms, and then appeared dozens of meters away from Mr.
Liu.
There was a loud bang, and the energy of countless green trees turned into almost substantial giant trees, blasting the place where Li Haocheng had just stood into pieces.
Returning to the sheath and standing firm, Li Haocheng pointed at the place where the magic sword fell.
The white crane's shadow flowed over the magic sword, and a slight vibration sounded.
In just a moment, the magic sword turned into a flow, Flying back into Li Hao's long sleeves.
On the other side, Mr.
Liu also took the opportunity to shake the Shuiyue Pure Spirit Banner with a green light, recalling his dragon-headed crutch.
However, Mr.
Liu, who had taken back the dragon head crutches, was not in a relaxed mood.
As the releaser, he knew the power of the light just now.
According to the original plan, after knocking down the spiritual flag, he took advantage of the situation and suppressed Li Haocheng. , but he didn't expect that his full blow would only shake the light of the spiritual flag, but he would be unable to knock it down
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