Chapter 699 A Large Millstone Can Break Eight Thousand Methods

Disaster strikes!

Song Gui Chan's transformation from the Buddha to the demonic form gave rise to a very strange feeling in the hearts of Nanzhan's cultivators, and the blood-colored roots growing out of the lotus platform under his seat also made the formation a Shura battlefield. Monk Nanzhan, who had been seriously injured in the fight but survived, now suddenly became Song Guichan's nutrient. He drained his source of spiritual power, and then turned it into his nutrient, replenishing it for him. The continuous flow of spiritual power, this transformation is extremely terrifying, and it is even more than what was drawn from the void before.

Almost in an instant, he drained the five people's spiritual power. After that, Song Guichan's spiritual power began to surge wildly. Compared with Fang Xing, who swallowed the pill and refined it with the Spirit Transformation Sutra to restore his spiritual power. Much faster, and after obtaining this almost continuous flow of mana, he also changed his previous gentle demeanor and became brutal and ferocious, pointing at the vital points of the cultivators in Nanzhan...

"You have forced me to this point, and the only outcome is to fall into the Asura Hell forever!"

Song Guichan's big hand turned into the shape of gold and stone, and he grabbed Li Hongyi fiercely and tore off one of her arms. If Li Hongyi hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and gritted his teeth to break free, she would have been torn apart right now. Song Guichan threw his arm down, and the blood-colored roots under the lotus platform swam up, and had already rolled up the arm and the blood and flesh she had spilled in the air.

The flesh and blood on an arm and the blood sprinkled in the air were absorbed cleanly in an instant, while Song Guichan closed his eyes slightly, showing a very satisfied expression, and his voice was hoarse and cruel: "Originally, I was still I don’t want to end up with the reputation of a person who kills too much, so I only want to surrender to you, but after you see my demonic appearance, you can no longer live!”

"Damn it, he is a very particular person, and now he is still thinking about his reputation..."

Fang Xing cursed bitterly, and his heart became tense, knowing that the matter was serious.

Song Guichan was very scheming and sent Chunyang Dao disciples out of the battle from the very beginning. I thought he was playing a clumsy scheme, but he didn't expect to be waiting here. Judging from how carefully he treated him, it was obvious that he cherished him very much. Feather, it is estimated that if the disciples of Chunyang Dao saw this scene, they would all be killed by him, not to mention all the cultivators of Nanzhan, who would have to be killed by him.

At this time, the Nanzhan cultivators in the formation, as well as the ferocious beasts accompanying Fang Xing in the air, had suddenly become his prey. Fang Xing was forced to have no choice but to collect the surviving ferocious beasts into Baidu. Inside the evil plot, the injured Nanzhan cultivators did not dare to attack anymore. The closer they got to Song Gui Chan, the more they were in danger of being entangled in the lotus platform he controlled, and their bodies would disappear and turn into dust.

"You are a Buddha, and I will kill the Buddha. You are a devil, and I will kill the devil!"

Facing the infinitely ferocious Song Guichan, a sharp scolding sounded, but a shadow slashed towards the lotus platform.

Astonishingly, it was Wang Qiongzhong, a monk from Nanzhan. The robes on this woman's body were broken in many places, and she was in love, but she didn't care. She held the two wheels of wind and fire, and she didn't know what secret method was used to bless them. She was covered with a layer of light red. The light turned out to be as straight as a ferocious beast in human form. It resisted Song Guichan's two wind spells and rushed in front of him. At this time, the wind and fire wheels burst out ten times more powerful than before, rumbling and rubbing against each other. , the fire borrowed the force of the wind, and the wind borrowed the power of the fire, shattering the void and crushing towards Song Guichan.

From this situation, it can be seen that this woman had hidden part of her strength before.

Perhaps, if Nanzhan Zhuxiu and Song Guichan had not reached a situation where it was either you or me, she would have continued to hide.

As for Song Gui Chan, a sinister look flashed in his eyes at this moment.

This woman's sudden burst of power made him feel threatened, and he became furious.

"I am a Buddha, and you all deserve to be surrendered. I am a demon, and you all deserve to die..."

Amidst the fierce roar, Song Guichan suddenly made a seal, with a serious and solemn look on his face, as if his voice came from Jiuyou: "Great Technique..."

"...Comb of Hundreds of Soldiers!"

Boom!

As this seal was pinched, the void couldn't help but tremble, like the surface of the water.

And in this trembling, a spear covered with golden runes suddenly appeared, with a murderous aura and a simple aura.

After that, there was a huge axe, ten feet long, dark and deep.

Then there was a knife and a hammer...

Weapons appear one after another, representing a terrible killing rule, suspended in the void.

With each additional weapon, the fierce Wang Qiong encountered more resistance, and was suddenly suppressed in the air by hundreds of soldiers.

Great technique!

At this time, what Song Guichen performed was clearly no longer an ordinary technique, but a powerful technique that was the most powerful one in the world.

There are thousands of techniques and techniques in the world, which have been passed down from ancient times. Between heaven and earth, there are Tao, Heaven, Immortal, God, Xuan, Fa, Ji, etc., and each word represents a big one. Realm, and only when you can push a magic formula to the extreme of divine level magic, break through the last layer of confusion, and reach the realm of immortal magic, can you be qualified to be named "Great Technique" .

The three great skills of killing, immortality and sentient beings passed down to Fang Xing, Jinwu and Wusang'er by Gen Bo are like this.

The two techniques of spreading rain and controlling thunder that Long Jun passed on to Fang Xing are also of this type.

The sword demon technique that Fang Xing learned from the black sword body also falls into this category. Of course, the difference is that the sword demon technique has a mysterious origin and has its own mysteries. Although Fang Xing barely mastered it, he still has it. Not really understanding.

At this time, Song Guichan performed a great technique, which meant that he also activated his true power.

Wang Qiong, who used his secret technique, exploded ten times the power in an instant. His original intention was to shock Song Guichan by killing him under two wheels, but he never expected to be trapped by Song Guichan's extremely fast reaction. At this time, the whole person had been suppressed in the void. Under the restraint of the rules, she could no longer move at all. She was frightened for a moment, and the murderous intent was entangled like silk threads.

"laugh!"

A wound suddenly opened on her chest, which looked like she had been chopped off.

"puff!"

Another blood hole penetrated her body, like a gunshot wound...

None of the weapons suspended in the air touched her body, but the rules were already manifested on her body.

Suddenly, wounds appeared one after another, and Wang Qiong was on the verge of death in an instant, without the slightest resistance.

The bloody roots under the lotus pedestal under Song Gui Chan's seat had already snaked out, entangled around her body, and killed Wang Qiong in a matter of seconds. It was obviously because Song Gui Chan coveted Wang Qiong's body. Although he can still draw the source of mana after death, he can still draw flesh and blood into mana, but it is not as huge and vivid as directly extracting the source of the soul of a living person.

"The Great Sword Demon Technique!"

"Nine-headed infant body!"

"Quack quack... instantly kill two golden elixirs and Mahayana's invincible golden wings..."

Seeing this scene, Fang Xing, Li Ying and Da Jinwu were closer and rushed to rescue them.

On the other side, Han Ying and Li Hongyi, who were still fighting fiercely, also slashed at Song Guichan, trying to help them share the pressure.

However, after Song Guichen used his first great technique, his attacks continued one after another.

"The Great Technique of Nine Netherworlds!"

The peacock formed by the fire spirit reappeared around him, but this time it suddenly turned black and gave birth to three heads. Black flames surged from the body, containing infinite violent and ferocious energy, and flew around him. He got up, and then rushed towards Li Ying who turned into a ghost and rushed towards him. This peacock was originally very Buddha-like, but in an instant it turned into a terrifying demon, with a ghostly aura on his body and entangled with the soul of grievances. , seemed to be even more miserable than Li Ying, containing countless resentments.

boom!

The middle head of the black peacock swallowed Li Ying in one go, and then the black flames shrank violently, as if to refine him.

"Five Thunder Techniques!"

A bolt of lightning behind him rushed towards the sky, then divided into five rays, and wrapped around the Great Golden Crow like a rope. The power of the Great Golden Crow was so ferocious and boundless, and its vitality and blood were so rich that it was beyond the imagination of ordinary Jindan monks. It was bound by these five divine thunders. He couldn't break free for a while. He was struck by lightning and screamed, waving his wings randomly, causing the sky to be filled with strong winds and turbulent spiritual energy.

"The art of destruction!"

Song Guichan opened his big sleeves, and fierce winds suddenly surged out from them. They were like rushing the city, and rolled straight towards Han Ying. In the wind, there were countless small wind blades, and there was a Nanzhan in the sky. The monk's corpse was caught in the roots of the lotus platform and had not yet been completely absorbed. However, when it was blown by the wind, it was like Ling Chi, and all the flesh and blood was instantly blown away, leaving only the bones.

No matter how cold-hearted Han Ying was, he was a little shocked at this time. He swung the spear in his hand and kept tearing the surrounding void, using the cracks formed by the fracture of the void to block the strange wind from approaching him. But in this way, every time A single blow would have the power to tear apart the void, and the consumption would be indescribably astonishing, but the strange wind continued to flow, watching as his defensive circle became smaller and smaller.

After that, Song Guichan put his hands together and said: "The Great Technique of Whipping the Mountain!"

A huge mountain suddenly appeared in the sky, a thousand feet high, as if it grew out of the sky. It turned out to be not an illusion, but an extremely real mountain rock, which happened to grow between him and Fang Xing. As the mountain grew taller, Fang Xingbian was pushed back continuously by him. By the time the mountain had grown, Fang Xing had been forced thousands of feet away by Song Guichan.

"Red Lotus Technique!"

A sneer appeared on Song Gui Chan's face, and he pointed at Li Hongyi. A lotus bloomed in the sky, and the faint red light wrapped around Li Hongyi's body one by one. , Li Hongyi, who was shocked, at first used his spiritual power to try and struggle out, but soon the panic on his face gradually faded, his expression became more and more indifferent and dull, and he gave up the struggle, and finally He slowly knelt down to Song Guichan, his whole body seemed to have surrendered, but there was still a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.

Since monk Nanzhan came to China, he was the most stubborn and unwilling to give in. At this time, he also worshiped at the feet of Song Guichan.

A smile appeared on Song Guichan's face, and his eyes slowly looked at Fang Xing, who was forced a thousand feet away by him. His expression was a mixture of madness, cold arrogance, and sarcasm: "Fellow Daoist Fang, you have already I lost, do you have anything else to say?”

Fang Xing, who was thousands of feet away, lowered his head and looked extremely depressed. He was alone and said in a half-hearted manner: "It seems that you have really learned all the spells in the Northern Region of China... It's too awkward. I guess you are too young." I will never be able to compare with you in my research on techniques in my whole life, because except for some things that I must learn, I really can’t muster the energy to do anything else..."

After hearing this, a faint smile appeared on Song Guichan's face, but Fang Xing's next words made him slightly startled.

"But if I want to say anything, then there is one more thing..."

Fang Xing raised his head, and his voice gradually became extremely depressed and angry: "Even if you have learned eight thousand techniques, you are still not invincible!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and moved it up and down, like a grinding mill, in the air. Spiritual power like flowing clouds gathered over me: "I have a master who treats me very well. He not only protects me, but also teaches me the first specific spell I have practiced in my life, which is called the Yin-Yang Great Millstone. , and you bullied him, so I went up the mountain today just to vent my anger on the old man..."

Having said this, Fang Xing exhaled and spoke, his tongue bursting with spring thunder, and the sound waves rolled like waves rolling out of the sky.

"Today, I will use a large millstone to defeat your eight thousand divine methods!"