Chapter 201 Strange Demonic Trace

The main snake is the nearly twenty-foot-long giant python among the thirteen giant pythons that exudes the aura of foundation building.

It uses its huge body as a fulcrum, and its tail is like a huge iron pillar, sweeping forward with a thunderous appearance.

At the same time, it spit out streams of blue light from its mouth. Wherever the blue light touched, even the air seemed to be turned to stone, let alone the monk's body.

The twelve slave snakes, which are about ten feet tall, are not as powerful as the master snake, but each of them exudes the power of the peak of Qi refining.

They either open their bloody mouths and bite, or they sweep their bodies in huge formations.

What's more, it spits out deadly poisonous gas, filling the air with a suffocating putrid stench.

If a Qi refining monk does not have magical powers, he will die if he touches it.

Chang Zhan faced this overwhelming offensive, his body was like lightning, and he shuttled between the giant pythons.

His low-grade spiritual weapon gloves were infused with spiritual power, and each swing was accompanied by a thunderous sound, repelling the incoming pythons one by one.

Liu Lie continued to form seals with his hands, and the red flames of the red fire palm jumped in his palms, turning into strips of red flames, weaving a blazing fire network around his body.

Cao Zhengze looked more calm, and the low-grade spiritual weapon scroll in his hand turned another page.

Four ten-foot-long golden pythons were actually released from the pages of the book to fight against the slave snakes.

The three of them cooperated tacitly, both offensively and defensively, and stopped the thirteen giant pythons here.

If we let them pass, the remaining hundreds of people will most likely be strangled!

Just as Chang Zhan, Liu Lie and Cao Zheng were having a fierce battle with the "Thirteenth Way Spirit Snake" formation deep in the cave.

In another corner, Pan Yuelian was silently carrying out the tasks assigned by Qingchen.

She held a storage bag and shuttled among the lifeless warriors outside the cave.

The corpses of nearly two hundred first-class warriors who had died outside the cave were put into bags one by one.

Although these warriors died in the battle, their bodies have been tempered many times, and their muscles and bones are as strong as those of monks in the early and middle stages of Qi refining.

For the magic flag in Qingchen's hand, it is undoubtedly the best bone essence and sacrificial material.

Pan Yuelian moved quickly and skillfully, and in a short while, the storage bag was filled to the brim.

After completing the task, Pan Yuelian immediately turned around and returned to the secret room where Qingchen was located without stopping for more.

Qingchen took the storage bag, then held the white bone demon flag and started his sacrifice.

The White Bone Demon Banner has now been promoted to a mid-grade spiritual weapon, and its speed of devouring corpses is extremely alarming.

While Qingchen was racing against time to sacrifice the corpses of the warriors, the power of the "Thirteen-Way Spiritual Snake" formation was activated to the extreme.

The thirteen giant pythons seem to be tireless. Even if a slave snake is occasionally crushed, a new slave snake will quickly replenish it and continue to attack.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the cave is too rich, providing a steady stream of power support for the formation.

Cao Zheng calmly analyzed the situation and shouted loudly: "The Thirteen-Way Spirit Snake formation, cyclic strangulation, endless life!"

If you want to delay its attack, you must first kill the main snake. Because the master snake recovers slowly, and then kills the remaining slave snakes in one fell swoop.

As for the other twelve slave snakes, as long as the formation is immortal, the spiritual power is sufficient, and the master snake still exists, they will continue to thrive and recover very quickly. "

After a pause, Cao Zheng continued: "I'll stop the twelve slave snakes, and you can quickly surround and kill the master snake, be quick!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Zheng turned the scroll of low-grade spiritual weapons to the last page.

Driven by Cao Zheng's powerful magic power, the golden light bloomed between the pages of the book, as if there were thousands of rays of light shooting out of it.

In an instant, hundreds of nine-foot-tall heroic warriors wearing golden armor jumped out of the scroll.

They held spears and shields high, forming an impenetrable line of defense and surrounding the twelve slave snakes.

With spears like dragons and shields like mountains, they fought fiercely with twelve giant serpents.

From the bite of the snake's sharp teeth and the sweep of its body, it was still unable to break through the solid defense of hundreds of heroic generals.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chang Zhan and Liu Lie tried their best to surround and kill the main snake.

Chang Zhan was the first to bear the brunt, black energy boiled on his body, and his body swelled to a height of one foot under the infusion of spiritual power!

Strange black lines appeared on his face, and his speed was as fast as a ghost or a violent giant.

He rushed towards the main snake, the wind of his fists roared, and every punch was accompanied by a huge force, beating the main snake back continuously.

Although the main snake is huge, it is still powerless under the fierce and stormy attacks of Chang Zhan.

The petrified green light spitting out of its mouth was dodged by Chang Zhan at an alarming speed.

The sweeping attack from the rear was also defeated by Chang Zhan with one punch.

The main snake's spiritual armor gradually shattered under Chang Zhan's fierce attack, with scales flying and spiritual energy splashing out.

At the same time, a low-grade spiritual weapon flag - the Red Fire Banner - appeared in Liu Lie's hand.

Driven by spiritual power, the red fire flag emits a blazing light.

The red flames of the red fire palm, with the blessing of the red fire flag, turned into three red dragons and charged towards the main snake.

Wherever the red dragon passed, spiritual energy seemed to be ignited, and the temperature in the cave rose sharply.

With the cooperation of Chang Zhan and Liu Lie, the main snake finally fell into a desperate situation.

The petrified green light spitting out of its mouth was wiped out by Liu Lie's red dragon, and the sweeping attack from its tail was also knocked away by Chang Zhan's punch.

The main snake's spiritual armor was completely shattered under the fierce attack of the two men, its scales flew away, and its spiritual liquid spurted out like a spring.

In the end, under the impact of the three-foot black iron giant fist formed by Chang Zhan's black energy that had been pushed to the extreme, and Liu Lie's three red dragons merged into one.

The head of the main snake was directly penetrated, and the huge body exploded!

The "Thirteen-Way Spirit Snake" formation, which lost its main snake, seemed to have lost its soul, and the remaining twelve snakes instantly fell into panic.

Their originally coordinated and orderly attacks became chaotic and their strength was greatly reduced.

Chang Zhan, Liu Lie, and Cao Zheng took the opportunity to launch a more fierce offensive, and the remaining snakes scattered.

Some were shattered by Chang Zhan's fist wind, some were burned to ashes by Liu Lie's red flames, and some were killed by the combined combat skills of Cao Zheng's heroic warriors.

However, when they returned to their original positions.

They found that the resentful ghosts and white-bone demon soldiers who surrounded and killed the monks had disappeared.

Because when they killed the main snake, Qingchen had already asked the magic banner to recall all the resentful ghosts and demon soldiers.

And they also took away the corpses of all the monks and warriors who died in the battle.

Chang Zhan frowned, looked around, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart.

He immediately ordered to check the situation of the battle formation, and the result shocked him even more.

Of the three Qi-refining cultivator formations, only two were left.

And the warrior formations that were supposed to hold their ground were completely wiped out.

Only a few warriors who had managed to escape the invasion of the resentful ghosts lay on the ground unconscious and barely alive.

"What a terrifying demon cultivator cave! It has fallen for so many years and killed so many lives!" Cao Zheng muttered to himself.