Chapter 1025

( ) On a deserted island in the Fallen Realm, a cultivator at the early stage of Dharma is hanging in the air at this time. The formation under his feet covers most of the deserted island. He is surrounded by it. m

With a gloomy face, the ancestor Rongcheng sent out his spiritual thoughts as much as possible, searching for clues in the void outside the island.

He has been trapped in this island for about two hours. Although he has been unable to detect the hidden wind Shura, his intuition tells Patriarch Rongcheng that the Shura is hiding nearby, waiting for him to step out of the wilderness. The moment Dao formed a large formation, he must be greeted by a thunderbolt.

It's a pity that half of my means are above the formation, but most of the formation equipment I carried on my body were destroyed when the sixth line of defense was broken, so I can only set up this simple formation on this deserted island. Otherwise, why would I be in such a mess!

Ancestor Rongcheng reached out and touched the ripped skirt on his left arm. There was originally a half-foot-long wound there. Although he had used hemostasis to seal the wound, a bright red mark was still clearly visible on it.

And there were more than one such mark on his body, behind his right shoulder, there was also a red mark left by the contraction of the wound.

These two wounds and the torn skirt made the original image of the ancestor Rongcheng, Yuan Ting and Yue Zhi, look a little more embarrassed.

Ancestor Rongcheng knew that the longer the delay, the worse it would be for him, because at this time the Mo Luo army was already marching towards the seventh line of defense, and the follow-up Mo Luo was still besieging and suppressing the broken monks. The hidden Feng Shura waited for reinforcements, then what he would face would be a catastrophe.

However, things are often what they are afraid of. Just when Ancestor Rongcheng was worried that Feng Shura, who was hiding in the void, would find reinforcements, several lights suddenly lit up in the sky, and more than a dozen big demons headed towards the deserted island. direction to fly.

A ray of light glowed in Ancestor Rongcheng's hand, and a silver chain wrapped around his wrist after the light dissipated.

After the arrival of more than ten big demons, they immediately surrounded the deserted island. Ancestor Rongcheng suddenly raised his head and looked over his head. The Feng Xiuluo who was chasing him before was standing above his head and grinning at him. Then, his whole body turned into a whirlwind, and slammed into the formation shield above Ancestor Rongcheng's head.

At the same time, the dozen or so big demons also used their associated magic weapons to fight towards the simple formation laid down by ancestor Rongcheng.

"Damn it!"

Ancestor Rongcheng cursed secretly,

The silver chain in his hand was also thrown out by him. The front end of the chain was a jewel like a snake's head, which crashed into the hanging wind pillar.

Ancestor Rongcheng said inwardly that he was not good, and his whole body was already smashed to the bottom of the deserted island by a force. If there was not a layer of formation shield outside the island that slightly resisted Feng Shura's attack, he would have taken a blow from this blow. It's a big loss.

Even so, Feng Shura's blow still made him have no time to take care of the operation of the deserted island's formation. If only this Feng Shura was alone, it would be fine. Being repelled, the formation can be safe.

But now there are more than a dozen big demons around the deserted island teaming up to attack the barrier of the formation. At the moment when the formation stopped, the formation plate under the feet of the ancestor Rongcheng cracked seven or eight cracks. The formation was broken.

Feng Xiuluo whipped up a gust of wind, and in the gust of wind came a strange howl like howling ghosts and wolves, and the dozen or so demons around him came to attack Patriarch Rongcheng.

Ancestor Rong Cheng secretly sighed: It seems that today he is going to perish here!

The chain in his hand seemed to have turned into a swimming snake at this moment, embedded in the flesh of Ancestor Rongcheng and began to swim, and gathered at his chest in an instant to form a vivid silver snake.

Ancestor Rongcheng opened his eyes suddenly, and a bloody color appeared in his eyes: Since he can't escape, then he simply dies together!

Patriarch Rongcheng Xìng did not dodge or evade attacks from all directions, and waited until the besieging Shura was closest to him.

Seeing that Ancestor Rongcheng was about to be hit by these attacks, the aura around Ancestor Rongcheng also climbed higher and higher, even the sound of "chichi" came from his chest, but suddenly he heard There was a dense explosion sound from behind, and Mo Luo all around exclaimed, and retracted all the accompanying magic weapons that Ancestor Rongcheng called, as if he was in a huge crisis, but he no longer cared about Ancestor Rongcheng Grandfather.

Help!

Ancestor Rongcheng was surprised and delighted, the aura around him dropped immediately, and the "chi chi" sound from his chest also disappeared. When he looked up, he saw a huge aura monster roaring towards the sky and disintegrating into a ball. The gust of wind Shura rushed over.

At this time, Patriarch Rongcheng almost escaped from death, and he didn't even have the slightest thought of dying together. He pulled his right hand from his chest suddenly, and the silver chain that turned into a silver snake was ripped out from the flesh of his chest. A splash of blood splashed, and he didn't care about the injury. The silver in his hand turned into a nine-foot-long strange snake, and together with the strange aura dragon in the sky, he pinched towards Feng Shura.

The sound of shouting and killing came from all around, and the roar of fighting skills came and went one after another. There was more than one person helping, and the dozen or so Moluos around were already entangled by people, and they seemed to still have the upper hand.

Ancestor Rongcheng quickly glanced around, and saw about twenty alchemy cultivators strangled together with a dozen Mo Luo, and a Dharma Aspect cultivator in his twenties in the sky was calmly He smiled slightly at himself, and then concentrated on directing the aura monster in the midair to attack that Feng Shura.

Ancestor Rongcheng hurriedly collected himself, the silver chain snake shook its head and swayed its tail, cooperating with the monster dragon to tear open the wind wall in mid-air one by one, and took the opportunity to kill it.

There was a howl in the sky, and a voice suddenly came from the ears of Ancestor Rongcheng: "No, fellow daoist, quickly withdraw the magic weapon!"

Ancestor Rongcheng was stunned, stretched out his hand and swiped in the void, the silver chain flew back immediately, leaving only a giant silver snake still attacking Feng Shura with the monster dragon, but the power of the giant silver snake was It fell by more than half at once.

puff!

Like a candle being blown out, the wind in the midair suddenly dissipated, and the violent spiritual energy fluctuations made Ancestor Rongcheng's complexion change drastically. During the flickering of his figure, the person had already retreated hundreds of feet away with the spatial supernatural power. And the young monk still stood where he was without any movement.

Ancestor Rongcheng's face was anxious, but he opened his mouth to remind him, but it was too late, and saw that the disintegrated wind volume had turned into wind blades all over the sky, shooting randomly in all directions, turning into a cloud within a radius of more than a hundred feet. storm ocean.

The young monk's expression remained unchanged, his hands changed like butterflies wearing flowers, and then his palms suddenly kicked, and a huge wave suddenly appeared on the sea outside the deserted island, and the huge wave rolled up, forming a wave in the sky. The huge water wall firmly blocked the storm ocean in front of him, and at the same time protected the monks behind him who were fighting Mo Luo.

Ancestor Rongcheng was ashamed secretly, the silver chain in his hand vibrated, and he rushed into the Mara who was fighting with all the monks, strangling the Mara who had already started to collapse.

As the storm raged and weakened, the water gun rolled up in the midair also began to fall back, stirring up huge waves several feet high on the sea surface, and then rippling away into the distance.

At this time, the dozen or so demons had also been wiped out under the participation of Ancestor Rongcheng. Seeing that the young monk had fallen, Ancestor Rongcheng hurried forward and said, "Thank you for your help, Fellow Daoist. Huayi Zong Rong Cheng is polite!"

"Huayi Sect? Could it be that the Huayi Sect is famous for its formations in the South China Sea? No wonder fellow Taoists can deploy such exquisite formations in such a simple way on this deserted island. Lu Tianping of the True Spirit Sect in Xiabeihai , I have met fellow Taoist!"

The young monk was slightly surprised, then suddenly realized, and at the same time introduced himself to the ancestor Rongcheng.

A look of shock appeared on Ancestor Rongcheng's face, and he said, "So it's the Sword Immortal of Beihai Sea, no wonder he forced that blood Shura to blew himself up and fled with his spirit treasure so easily, admiration!"

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Lu Ping said bluntly: "This place is not suitable for staying for a long time. If it is convenient for you, you can also invite you to go with us. I think this place is not far from the Illusory Spirit City. If you have a friend to help, I believe we can make it easier." It is easy to break through Mo Luo's siege and reach the Illusory Spirit City."

Ancestor Rongcheng never thought that Lu Ping would be so straightforward. Seeing that the twenty or so monks following Lu Ping looked at him expectantly, he couldn't help but smiled wryly, and said, "Fellow Daoist is too humble. With this little strength, I'm afraid that when the time comes, fellow daoist will be dragged back, if fellow daoist does not give up, I would like to go with fellow daoist!"

Lu Ping was overjoyed immediately, and while handing the two jade bottles to Patriarch Rongcheng, he said: "These are some panacea refined by me. I think fellow Daoist's injuries are not serious, and the loss of true energy is also quite large. I'm afraid the next trip It won't go well, fellow daoist, hurry up and reply!"

When Ancestor Rongcheng opened the jade bottle and smelled it, his eyes lit up immediately, and he praised: "I forgot, Fellow Daoist Lu is still a master of alchemy!"

Lu Ping smiled "hehe" and said, "With the help of fellow Taoists, I will have greater confidence in this trip!"

Lu Ping waved towards the sea behind him, a huge boat came through the waves, and everyone boarded the boat. Ancestor Rongcheng saw that there were still a few unconscious monks in the boat. The Patriarch has also discovered that the forging alchemy monks who came with Lu Ping have uneven levels of cultivation, and they are mixed with human beings and demons.

Lu Ping saw the puzzled look on the face of the ancestor Rongcheng, so he explained: "This is the cultivator of the human monsters who broke down from the sixth line of defense and gathered on the next road. The enemy can't get out of this predicament, but unfortunately, many monks are already injured and tried their best to support them, and they were exhausted and passed out after being rescued by their subordinates."

Ancestor Rongcheng saw that about half of the twenty or so monks on the boat had injuries of varying degrees of severity, and even the remaining half were mostly blue-faced. I don't know that Lu Ping's so-called "contracting" and "cooperating" are all modest words. I am afraid that these people were all saved by Lu Ping from Mo Luo.

A look of admiration appeared on Ancestor Rongcheng's face, and he sighed: "Fellow Daoist is benevolent and righteous, and the Beihai Sword Immortal really lives up to its reputation!"