Chapter 610: Kong Xi Conquers the Demon

The man was wearing the usual Fei family clothes, and the gun in his hand was tattered. Decades of hard work had worn away the color on his face, but he still looked like a nobleman.

It was Fei Tongyu, the current head of the Fei family on the north bank of Wangyue Lake!

For decades, the Fei family had been in decline as if its spine had been broken. Fei Tongyu had the hardest time. Every time he closed his eyes at night, the ethereal sword light always appeared in front of him.

The scene of this man killing his grandfather Fei Wangbai as easily as killing a dog would always recur in his mind. From then on, the Fei family could no longer repair the "Jiandaojin" passed down from generation to generation. The accumulation of a hundred years suddenly became empty, and they had to start all over again, falling into endless torture...

He had really woken up from his dreams too many times, and he would never make a mistake! It was this man in the sky! Fei Tongyu's current status is too humble, and he is not even qualified to know the identity of this person. However, he is not in a hurry and murmurs:

"Such a big thing... Qingyi can find out... OK... OK..."

This man who has always been as hesitant as a ferret calmly looked at the vast colorful light in the sky. It is clear that a little aftermath can tear him to pieces, but he is not afraid at all, and whispered in his heart:

"If there is a place to go for revenge, there is no fear of disappearing without a trace. You killed my grandfather, and the corpse lay in the snow in public, and the corpse cannot be closed for three months..."

"There are still three thousand people in the Fei family, all of whom are crying and hating for the ancestor. The three-year-old child in the peak is still drawing a wooden talisman. Wait... Wait..."

The eyes sank in the black smoke and disappeared into the darkness. The gold in the sky lit up again. Si Yuanli was fully focused and did not investigate at all.

His green robe fluttered, his sword skills were ethereal, and he swung freely in the air, beating the two mages back. Si Yuanli had been hidden by Yuan Xiu for many years, and now he was showing his sword, which made him feel happy.

The inheritance of [Songbai Quanyuan Sword Art] can be traced back to Sima Jun, who guarded the river bank for the Wei Kingdom. The sword energy in his hand was snow-white, and it actually echoed with the Huaijiang River map under his feet, becoming more and more fierce. The mages were shocked and stopped him. The jade ring on his wrist flickered and immediately broke away, and raised his eyebrows to look at Li Xuanfeng.

Li Xuanfeng had fought with the mages for several rounds, shaking the sky, and it was the key point.

The six mages in the air were glaring, and the Sanskrit sound was loud. Some had three heads, some had six arms, some had eyes burning on their chests, and some had four ears vibrating on both sides, each showing their true appearance.

At the first level of magician, except for two special sects, most of the magicians with high cultivation are both male and female. Their faces are sometimes male and sometimes female, and the male and female appearances are intertwined, which is quite strange.

And their arms holding weapons are strong and beautiful, shining with gold powder, tightly grasping the magic weapons, all falling on the golden bow, interweaving brilliantly, and the ferocious golden bow hooks the sharp blades of the weapons, holding them steadily in the air.

Li Xuanfeng was restrained by six Buddhist cultivators, and his aura rolled like clouds, turning from virtual to real in the air, condensing into sharp lights, interweaving with each other, appearing in the air bit by bit, along the corners of his Tianjin Liu upwards, circling around him.

His hand on the golden bow was as steady as a mountain, but there were golden lights flowing out from his fingers, and a white scroll unfolded again beside him, drifting like a long snake, and Li Xuanfeng suddenly disappeared on the spot.

The magic weapons in the hands of the six Buddhists were empty at the same time. The six pairs of eyes seemed to be carved out of the same mold. They all looked south and happened to see the man in the white and gold armor appear. The longbow was like a full moon, pointing directly at them.

"Clang..."

The three golden rings in the air suddenly jumped and shone brightly, as if they had caught something struggling violently. They made crazy metal collision sounds in the same place, but Li Xuanfeng's string did not stop.

"Clang clang clang clang..."

The faces of the three Buddhists holding the golden rings turned pale and they all vomited blood. The remaining nine hurriedly pinched their fingers to cast spells, each reciting the formula, with a low and complex voice that confused people's minds, and whispered in the air:

"Respectfully invite [Kong Xi Jiang Mo Bowl]!"

The formation was shaking, and the void was broken with a bang. A golden light shuttled in and landed in the middle of the twelve people, like a small stone falling into the water, rippling waves, quickly gathering and condensing, and turning into a purple bowl.

This purple bowl has two black edges. There is no spell, but it is mysterious and solid. The mouth of the bowl is black, and it collects countless golden lights flying in it, calming it down.

"Purple Mansion-level spiritual weapon!"

Si Yuanli's face suddenly sank, and his mind vibrated with vigilance, secretly realizing the shocking news.

This [Empty Demon-Subduing Bowl] can be seen at a glance as a Maha thing. It must be the instruction of one of the seven phases. It was summoned and fell here, which means that at least one Maha is paying attention to this place at this moment!

"Hahahahaha!"

Si Yuanli was very alert. The twelve people took out the magic weapons against Li Xuanfeng. The resentment of the one person that the twelve people had never been able to take down was resolved a little. They all laughed, and the voices overlapped and resounded through the sky:

"A small Nanman Shanyue tribe dares to test my orthodox holy law? The world-honored one is merciful, and today you will be defeated here."

This voice was as loud as thunder, attracting the attention of the group of cultivators.

No matter how powerful Li Xuanfeng is, he is only one person after all. In front of him are twelve orthodox [Empty Dao] mages! Each of them is at the top level of foundation building. Not only can they borrow magic from the above, but they also have extremely sophisticated formations. How can one person stop them?

Li Qinghong was worried at the moment, thinking about how to abandon the enemy in her hand and go forward to help. She thought that even if she suffered more injuries, Changkong Wei Que could still threaten these people with her full strength...

Li Xuanfeng's expression did not change at all, and he said softly:

"Just watch!"

As soon as Li Xuanfeng finished speaking, the golden string in his hand flashed, and the scroll appeared from his side, unfolding like jumping up, turning in the air, like a swimming dragon, and shining with a silver light.

Countless golden rays emerged from his hands, like a dam collapsing and a flood gushing out. For a moment, I don’t know how many mysterious lights flew out and all poured into the clear silver light.

The golden light touched the silver light and immediately turned into gold and silver, splitting into two, two into four, gushing out, leaping into the sky, and deep into the clouds:

"Dang!"

The sky full of mysterious light rushed up to the sky, and before it fell, the silver light had already swept across. The purple bowl was still better, and the three golden rings were like being hit by a speeding beta, shaking crookedly.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

The faces of the three Buddhists who controlled the golden ring turned pale, and with the help of the formation to harmonize their magic power, their faces quickly warmed up. However, the twelve Buddhists hesitated for a moment at the same time.

This formation has a long history and is extremely magical. The twelve people can not only harmonize their magic power to share the damage, but also communicate their minds in it. At this moment, their minds communicated in the formation:

"This demon is very powerful. The [Empty Demon Bowl] can hold a certain amount. How can it be wasted easily? It is better to put it away first and deal with it with the formation!"

The Buddhists were not simple people. They did not give Li Xuanfeng the opportunity to test the [Empty Demon Bowl]. The purple bowl disappeared in an instant. The twelve people returned to the formation at the same time and shouted in a loud voice:

"Mi!"

A golden formation emerged across the two banks, and countless golden spells flowed and took shape. The round formation was as big as a mountain and slightly tilted. It dispersed the clouds and demons, and it was very powerful.

"What a powerful formation."

The cultivators from the north and south had gradually lost their fighting spirit, but they were all under the control of their superiors and had no intention of stopping. They noticed the movement and looked up. Before they could take a closer look at the formation, they could vaguely see a flickering scene behind the formation.

Si Yuanli finally lost his composure, and the sword light in his hand was slightly disordered. Fortunately, the opponent had already been beaten by him and could not fight back. This disorder did not cause any consequences. He was horrified and whispered:

"32,768..."

As his words faded, a sky full of stars appeared above his head, gold and silver intertwined, flickering, slowly enlarged in the pupils of the cultivators, and turned into a sky full of mysterious light, descending from the sky. Before it fell, it was already rushing towards him, aggressive.

"This...what is this!"

"Is this foundation building?!"

The cultivators below were already pale, and Li Qinghong's eyes were slightly red, and he said to himself:

"Second uncle used the secret method that damaged his lifespan..."

The sky was full of mysterious light, like a rainstorm, and the small cultivators on the ground immediately ran away. Fortunately, the mysterious light gathered by itself in the air and rushed to the center of the formation, like a river falling from the sky, suppressing it.

The twelve Buddhist cultivators were suppressed together and could not move. Their eyes were filled with gold and silver. The formation was like a lotus leaf in the rain, toppling from side to side, but after all, there were twelve people. From time to time, someone vomited blood slightly, but the formation was never broken.

The twelve magicians were suppressed for a while, and the mysterious light in the sky did not fall to the ground, but the retreating cultivators on both sides could not be stopped and fled to both sides. The foundation-building cultivators had no intention to care...

In the mysterious light and golden rain in the sky, the offensives from the north and south had to be temporarily stopped. The cultivators on both sides had no intention of fighting. The fetal breathing and Qi training retreated one after another. Only the cultivators at the first level of foundation-building were still restraining each other.

At this point, almost everyone on the field understood that the situation had fallen on Li Xuanfeng and the twelve Buddhist cultivators...

Either Li Xuanfeng killed the twelve people and forced the north not to go south, or the twelve magicians killed Li Xuanfeng, and the Huaijiang map would collapse, and the northern cultivators would have the opportunity to go south!

When thousands of people raised their heads, Li Xuanfeng pulled the golden string in his hand to the full moon, his eyes were amazingly bright, and the blessing of the ancient spiritual weapon was not enough. The two immortal bases in his body evaporated regardless of the loss, and a thin golden mist emerged.

Li Xuanfeng has of course learned a method to consume his energy and lifespan over the years. It is called [Xi Yuan Ding Fa], which is something from the Ning family. He used it once when he killed Tang Shedu.

This secret method has a very heavy aftereffect, and often overdraws 30% or 40% of the immortal foundation and his cultivation collapses. He was able to kill Tang Shedu with this method and still be safe and sound in the Daning Palace. One reason is that Yuan Xiu took action, and the other is related to his current state.

Now his cultivation is in the talisman seed, and nearly half of it has left his body. He is almost borrowing from the talisman seed, but there is an unexpected benefit - the immortal foundation is maintained by the talisman seed. Unless he uses the secret method to drain it all at once, Li Xuanfeng will not collapse no matter how he uses the secret method to extract his cultivation.

Therefore, he is using it again now, not sparing his cultivation at all. While the twelve people are being dragged, the golden red arrows in his hand are becoming more and more condensed, and the surging mana and energy are condensed in his hand.

"Om..."

The sky was full of mysterious light for dozens of breaths. When the golden and silver light disappeared, the golden red in Li Xuanfeng's hand disappeared almost at the same time. The twelve people were shocked, but they were too late to call out the [Empty Demon Bowl].

Only the three golden rings floated up alone, suddenly catching an object. The three circular golden rings stagnated slightly, and one corner of it twisted abruptly. After just one breath, the magic weapon made a harsh tearing sound in the air.

"Ka Ka... Clang..."

The three magic weapons exploded in the air instantly, turning into golden fragments that fell down in the sky. The three Buddhist monks had long cut off the connection with the magic weapons, but they still spit out blood, and their faces were as pale as gold paper.

Fortunately, after such a delay, the purple-gold bowl appeared in the air again, swallowed the golden-red arrow that escaped, shook twice, and flickered.

The twelve monks quickly seized the opportunity, jumped out from their positions decisively, and dispersed the big bowl. The remaining nine monks changed positions, and the formation regrouped, saying in unison:

"Please Su Xikong! The righteous method can suppress the demons!"

Suddenly there was a sound in the air, and the figures of the remaining nine Buddhist cultivators shone brightly. A pair of eyes opened on their chests, they were calm and indifferent, with golden lines on their faces, and they no longer looked human.

The eyes looked at Li Xuanfeng at the same time. There was no colorful golden light, nor any brilliance coming and going from the sky. However, the bright light under the feet shook, causing the soles of the monks to tilt.

The bright light on Li Xuanfeng's body dimmed for a moment, and he was actually frozen in place. The nine monks followed suit and jumped up from their seats together. The formations under their feet dispersed at a moment's notice, blessing Su Xikong's true form.

"Boom!"

For a moment, the metal and stone collided, like a landslide and a tsunami. All the light in the sky dimmed, and the north and south sides were suffocated.

The ten monks worked together and blessed the true form of Su Xikong who had been summoned by the formation. The power had been superimposed to a terrifying level. Si Yuanli stood aside, with the omen of death rising in his heart, and said in horror:

"You underestimated them!"

The bright gate on the soles of his feet shook, and Si Yuanli broke out in a cold sweat. He raised his head in panic, and saw a little red in the gaps between the golden light and colors of the weapons.

"Ding Dong..."

The scattered blood beads were like a long curtain of smashed jade beads. Each one was round and crystal clear, scattered in all directions, and hit the magic weapons stacked by several mages, making the sound of beads and jade.

"Crash..."

The drops of blood turned into golden rain in the dark mid-air. The golden bow and the figure of Li Xuanfeng disappeared in the eyes of countless people who were watching anxiously or thankfully.

"Where is the murderer?"

"Could it be that it was completely destroyed by ashes..."

Si Yuanli watched helplessly as the blood rain fell, and suddenly heard the crisp sound of gold and iron striking each other, and a cold and hoarse sound echoed in the air, reaching the ears of cultivators from the north and south from high places.

"The work is worth Rengui, the gold is used to its full potential..."

As the voice fell, the crisp sound of gold and iron clashing became louder and louder, almost louder than thunder, but the cold and hoarse voice became deeper and deeper:

"Shen Youjin is in the right position, please let me hold the gold!"