Chapter 694 Infinite Spells

Not to mention that Fang Xing had the ability to detect yin and yang gods and demons, even if he didn't, he could still tell that something was wrong with Song Guichan!

To put it simply, he showed too much strength, sat still, calmly, defeated Han Ying, suppressed Wang Qiong, injured Li Hongyi, captured the ghost baby, beat You Mi Kuang, and subdued the beauty fairy. , all kinds of methods, it can be said that the world is shocking, it is simply dragged to the extreme, everyone else was shocked and trembled by the extraordinary methods displayed by the son of Chunyang, but Fang Xing subconsciously felt that something was wrong. He felt that Song Gui Chan shouldn't be so strong. He has always been bold and not easily intimidated. Therefore, when he saw Song Gui Chan's terrifying methods, he subconsciously thought that this guy must have borrowed some external force.

In this case, if you observe carefully, it is not difficult to discover the magical effect of the Karma Fire Lotus Platform.

After all, Fang Xing is also someone who once owned a lotus treasure, and has a certain understanding of these Buddhist secret treasures.

However, although he saw through Liantai's help to Song Guichan, what he said just now was not entirely untrue. At least, he said it with some added jealousy. There was nothing he could do about it. Nan The juniors Zhan were frightened out of their wits. If they didn't lie a little and smear Song Guichan in some bad light, these bastards might not even have the courage to take action. Wouldn't they suffer a big loss?

Now that a few words had aroused the anger of Nanzhan's juniors, he quickly discussed countermeasures with Dajinwu.

The Big Golden Crow learned the formation technique from Gen Bo, and its ability to set up formations was quite extraordinary. And Fang Xing had quite a few powerful formation flags in his hand, so he immediately threw it at him and let this dead crow go. After setting up the formation, he raised the Blood-Drinking Crazy Sword and flew into the air. He carefully watched the Nanzhan juniors and Song Guichan fight against each other. While observing, he waited for an opportunity to make a sneak attack...

But looking at it, I felt inexplicably frightened.

Now that Song Guichan has put away the lotus platform, he has revealed his true ability, which is even more shocking.

The juniors in Nanzhan took action together, and after suffering a loss just now, they subconsciously became more careful and cooperated with each other when they took action. However, in front of Song Guichan, they still couldn't get away with it. This Chunyang Taoist The Son of God, swaying freely, the elixir light crisscrossed, and performed all the great arts. The power was indescribable and terrifying. He stood motionless in the air, and no one could invade within a radius of thirty feet.

"Floating Light Sword Prison!"

With a snap of his fingers, he struck a flying sword into the air, which suddenly turned into two, two into four, four into eight. Finally, more than two hundred flying swords came out, lined up in the air, and gradually struck at Han Ying, who was fighting with a gun. , the sword light shredded the void, and the sharp sword energy tightly wrapped Han Ying in it like a cocoon. The space for fighting with the gun became smaller and smaller, as if he was trapped inside by a sword.

"Hakuermugui!"

He raised his foot and stamped into the air, the void shook, but a huge thorn tree grew up. He happened to be standing on the top of the tree, and the thorn tree was still growing crazily, with nearly a hundred branches growing. The small light blue flowers then formed into flower buds, and the flower buds finally shattered, and wooden puppets with wooden bodies rolled out from it, wielding iron thorns as weapons, and rushed forward to kill.

Li Ying, who is covered in ghostly aura, has been entangled by these groups of wooden puppets and is killing them endlessly. The ghostly aura has little effect on these wooden ghosts. He can only scream and scream desperately, but he can't escape at all. No.

"Raging waves crash into the snow!"

A wave appeared in the sky, spreading across the void, rolling over everything, restraining Wang Qiong's two wheels of wind and fire.

"Golden Buddha Flame!"

He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of golden flames, forcing back Li Hongyi who was attacking with his injured body.

"Yongzhen Yaoxie!"

A large mountain flew down from the air and suppressed the two Nanzhan monks below who were unable to dodge.

"Fa Lei slays the devil!"

"Hunyuan Yiqi!"

"The Buddhist lion roars!"

"..."

"..."

This fierce battle dazzled everyone.

I originally thought that Song Gui Chan's seven magical powers might be the result of his seven magical powers. Fang Xing wanted to find out the basics of his seven magical powers before stepping forward to fight with him. But now, looking at it, where are the seven magical powers? This divine son of Chunyang Dao wields his magical powers at will, and has all kinds of spells at his fingertips. They are all extremely powerful and mysterious. Every time he makes a move, there is nothing the same...

How many kinds of magic does he know?

Miscalculation!

I wanted to touch the other person's bottom, but ended up feeling confused.

"I don't believe you can do anything. Try what I can do!"

Seeing that Junior Nanzhan was almost out of breath being suppressed by Song Guichan alone, he felt a little irritated and shouted angrily.

"The Great Sword Demon Technique!"

With a clap of his palm, a ball of black light appeared in the palm of his hand, and then with a twist and turn, sharp black lights roared out. Within each black light, there was the appearance of a black giant sword, holding an unspeakable... Demonic intention and sword energy, the sword prison that trapped Han Ying was shattered into pieces under the impact of the black light, while the power of the sword demon's great technique was still strong, and it surged towards Song Guichan.

"Fadi Green Pine!"

After performing the Sword Demon Technique, Fang Xing took out the wood magic weapon he had taken from the Fourth Formation Master Mu, and pouring his inner wood intention into it, pine needles shook off the green pine trees in the land. Every pine needle suddenly transformed into a cyan human-shaped wooden puppet. Following Fang Xing's will, it was full of murderous intent and started to kill the wood ghost that trapped Li Ying, fighting in a mass.

"Rain Technique!"

He spat into the air, but a dark cloud formed above Song Guichan's head. After a few breaths, heavy rain poured down...

"...Eh, that's so disgusting..."

The big golden crow monster next to him screamed, his face full of disgust.

"...Young Master, I'm very proud of him for not peeing..."

Fang Xing rolled his eyes and slapped the void with his palm. In an instant, starting from the void where his palm touched, a fire intention snaked towards Song Guichan like a spiritual snake, and then transformed into two and two. Four, suddenly, it turned into a series of terrifyingly powerful flaming iron chains, criss-crossing, blocking all the space around Song Guichan's body, as if a prison of flames had been laid.

"Fox God True Flame!"

"Fengchan Shanyi!"

"The art of controlling thunder!"

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Xing roared again and rushed into the air. With one step, a majestic mountain shadow appeared and crashed towards the top of Song Guichan's head. Not to mention, he clenched his fist and sent nine rays in the air. Dazzling thunder and lightning came down from the dark clouds. It was the secret thunder technique of the dragon clan. It fell from the sky with the aura of heavenly calamity and struck Song Guichan.

"It's so comfortable to have someone to control you..."

There were many attacks fired in an instant, and Fang Xing couldn't help but sigh. If it weren't for the group of Nanzhan monks entangled Song Guichan, it would have been difficult for him to successfully attack so many attacks. However, this was not the end. After performing many great arts, he smiled sinisterly, and a large flag appeared in his hand. The flag was three feet in diameter, cyan, with runes manifested, and it spread out in the air.

It was the gale flag that was captured from the sixth formation. Once the flag was unfolded, even the Golden Core Mahayana monks could be trapped.

Using both arms, he grasped the flagpole and activated Hongmeng's death energy method, which was driven out by the wind force of the gale flag.

For a moment, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, the wind was howling, driving the clouds to split the sky, turning the bright world into a netherworld. In the strong wind, anyone would be caught up in the Hongmeng death aura, and it was difficult to avoid the fate of being dragged away by the Hongmeng death aura. Just then, Fang Xing launched a series of powerful techniques, firstly to suppress Song Gui Chan so that he would have no time to avoid him, and secondly, to clear the area so that he could use this technique to his fullest.

"Great Black Heaven Technique!"

Fang Xing secretly called out the name he had chosen for this great technique, and then looked at Song Guichan with a gloomy look.

"You bastard, this trick can't cure you anymore. I will call you uncle..."

At this moment, Song Guichan's face was already full of seriousness, his spiritual power was surging, and a colorful halo even emitted from his back. His body was no longer standing still. He made a magic seal, then put his hands together in front of his chest, smiled faintly, and the fire around him began to flash. Just when Fang Xing's attacks were about to fall on him, a clear and distant bird sound suddenly sounded in the void. Then he saw a peacock made of flames rising into the sky.

The peacock was clearly the manifestation of the fire around Song Gui Chan's body. It was actually thirty feet in size. Although its body was covered with flames, it was lifelike. It had terrifying divine power. It flapped its wings into the void and controlled Fang Xing. The black light of the approaching sword demon was scattered, and then it circled, and the chains formed by the divine flames were broken by it. Finally, it rushed upward and was held by the Fengchan Mountain falling from the sky.

The peacock is the mother of Buddha, a spiritual beast that protected Buddhism in those days, and is as famous as the Dapeng clan.

As for the fire method, it is the most proficient method of Chunyang Dao. Song Guichan surprisingly combined the fire intention with his Buddhist chance to create such a terrifying fire spirit holy beast, just like His clone is ordinary, and its power is indescribable.

A huge peacock supports Fengchan Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Song Gui Chan had a handsome figure, with big sleeves fluttering, and his robe was being blown by the strange wind caused by the strong wind flag.

In the endless strong wind, Hongmeng's death energy had begun to wrap around Song Guichan's body in strands. However, this Chunyang Taoist disciple smiled and followed the wind, and gently and leisurely uttered four words: "Sleeves" Li Qiankun..."

A pair of big sleeves unfolded with the wind, like two unfathomable pockets. The strong wind in the sky was attracted and penetrated into his two big sleeves. After a while, the air became quiet and the sky and the earth returned to clarity. Fang Xing spread his banner and turned the world into darkness, but Song Guichan used his big sleeves to contain the strong wind and turned the darkness into daylight. The repetitions are shocking.

Even Fang Xing was stunned and stood there speechless for a long time.

"Fellow Daoist Fang, you are indeed gifted. If you master the true meaning of great art in the future, I'm afraid I won't be your match. But now, you have a short period of practice, are not good at art, and rely only on brute force. You can't win against me." , why not just admit defeat?”

Song Guichan put his hands behind his back and said calmly with his face as usual.

Fang Xing blinked his eyes and said with a wry smile: "Uncle, how many spells do you know?"