Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit Chapter 1025: Benevolence and High Righteousness

() On a deserted island in the Falling Secret Realm, a monk in the early stage of Dharma is hanging in the air at this time, the formation at his feet covers most of the deserted island, and at the same time it is worthy of floating on the island. Zhanggao surrounded him. M

The old ancestor Rongcheng sèyīn uttered 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 not been able to detect the hidden Feng Shura, he intuitively told the ancestor Rongcheng that the Shura was hiding nearby, waiting for him. The moment he stepped out of the desert island formation, he must be greeted with a thunderous blow.

Unfortunately, half of my own methods are based on the formation method, but most of the array equipment I carried was destroyed when the sixth line of defense was broken. I can only lay this on this desert island. Simple formation, otherwise why would I be so embarrassed!

The ancestor Rongcheng reached out and touched the torn shirt on his left arm. There was a half-foot-long wound there. Although the wound had been imprisoned by his own hemostasis, a bright red mark was still clearly visible on it.

And there are more than one such marks on his body. Behind his right shoulder, there is also a red mark left by the contraction of the wound.

The two wounds and the torn jacket made the original image of the ancestor of Rongcheng Yuan Zhen Yuezhi look a little more embarrassed from a distance.

The ancestor Rongcheng knew that the longer it was, the more disadvantaged he would be, because at this time the Maura army was already marching towards the seventh line of defense, and the subsequent Mauras were still surrounding and suppressing the disintegrated monks. Once this hidden Feng Shura waited for reinforcements, then what he faced was bound to be annihilated.

However, things are often afraid of what comes. Just when the ancestors of Rongcheng worried that the Feng Shura hiding in the void would find reinforcements, suddenly there were a few rays of light on the horizon, and more than a dozen heads of the Great Mo Luo Chao. Flew in the direction of the desert island.

Ancestor Rongcheng's hand was rounded with light, and a silver chain was wrapped around his wrist after the light dissipated.

After the arrival of the more than ten Big Moluo, he immediately surrounded the deserted island. The ancestor Rongcheng suddenly raised his head and looked over his head. The previous Feng Shura who was chasing him was standing above his head and facing him. With a grin, the whole body turned into a whirlwind, and it slammed into the formation shield on the head of the ancestor Rongcheng.

At the same time, the more than ten Big Moluo also displayed the accompanying magic weapons in their hands, and fought against the simple formation laid down by the ancestor Rongcheng.

"Damn it!"

The ancestor Rongcheng cursed secretly, and the silver chain in his hand was also thrown out by him. The front end of the chain was a gem that looked like a snake's head, and it collided with the hanging wind pillar.

The ancestor Rongcheng secretly said a bad cry, and the whole person has been smashed under the desert island with a strong force. If it hadn’t been for a layer of formation shield outside the island to slightly resist Feng Shura’s offensive, this blow would have been a hit. You must suffer a big loss.

Nevertheless, Feng Shura’s blow made him have no time to take care of the operation of the desert island’s formation. If only this Feng Shura was the only one, it would be fine. After all, he had only suffered a small loss in that blow, but that wind Shura was also temporarily repelled, and the formation was safe.

But now there are more than a dozen big Moluo around the desert island who jointly attacked the formation shield. At the moment when the formation was stagnant, the formation under the feet of the ancestor Rongcheng had cracked open seven or eight. Road cracks, the formation was broken.

Feng Shuluo rolled up a gust of wind, and there was a strange howling like ghosts and wolves in the wind, and the dozens of demons around him attacked the ancestor Rongcheng.

The ancestor Rongcheng sighed secretly: It seems that I am going to fall here today!

The chain in his hand seemed to have become a snake at this time, embedded in the skin of the ancestor Rongcheng and began to swim, and in a flash, it gathered on his chest and gathered into a vivid silver snake.

The ancestor Rongcheng opened his eyes suddenly, and a blood appeared in his gaze: Since he can't escape, he will all die!

Old ancestor Rongcheng did not evade attacks from all directions, waiting for the besieging Shura to be closest to him.

Close your eyes to see that ancestor Rongcheng is about to be hit by these attacks, and the aura of ancestor Rongcheng has risen more and more, and even the sound of "chicking" has been heard from his chest. Suddenly, I heard a dense burst of blasts from behind, and the surrounding Mo Luo shouted in exclamation, and all the accompanying magic weapons called to the ancestor Rongcheng were recovered. It seemed that he was suffering from a huge crisis, but he did not care anymore. Can't be Rongcheng ancestor.

Someone can help!

The ancestor Rongcheng was surprised and delighted, the momentum of the whole body suddenly fell, and the "chichi" sound from his chest disappeared. When I looked up, I saw a huge aura monster roaring into the sky. For a group of gusty wind Shura rushed over.

At this time, the ancestor of Rongcheng is simply escaping from the dead, where there is still the slightest thought to die, his right hand suddenly pulled from the chest, and the silver chain that turned into a silver snake was forcibly pulled from the flesh of the chest. When he came out, a splash of blood and water, he didn't care about the injury. The silver in his hand was refined into a nine-foot-long strange snake, and the strange aura in the sky flew towards Feng Shuluo together.

The sound of killing was heard from all around, and the roar of fighting was one after another. More than one person helped. The dozen or so Mo Luos around had been entangled by others, and they seemed to have the upper hand.

The ancestor Rongcheng glanced around quickly, and was seeing about 20 blacksmith monks strangling with more than a dozen demons, and in the sky there was a Faxiang monk who was about 20 years old. She smiled faintly at herself, and then concentrated on directing the aura monster in the midair to attack that wind Shura.

The ancestor Rongcheng hurriedly settled, the silver chain snake shook his head and waved his tail, and cooperated with the strange Jiao to tear open the wind wall in the air, and took the opportunity to kill in.

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

The ancestor Rongcheng was startled, and stretched out his hand to draw in the void, the silver chain flew back, leaving only a silver giant snake and still attacking the wind Shura with the strange dragon, but the silver giant snake The power has dropped by more than half all of a sudden.

Puff!

Like a candle that was blown out, the wind in the air suddenly collapsed, and the violent aura fluctuations caused the face of the ancestor Rongcheng to change drastically. Between the flashes of body shape, the person has retreated to hundreds of meters with the supernatural powers of the space. In addition, the young monk still stood in place without the slightest change.

The ancestor Rongcheng’s face was very anxious, and he opened his mouth to remind it, but it was too late. I saw that the collapsed wind has turned into a sky full of wind blades, rushing around indiscriminately, and the radius has changed within a hundred meters. It became an ocean of storms.

I saw that the young monk’s face remained unchanged, his hands changed like butterflies wearing flowers, and then his palms suddenly shook his legs. There was a huge wave of vindictiveness on the sea outside the desert island, and the huge wave rolled up in the sky. A huge water wall was formed, blocking the ocean of storms in front of him, and at the same time protecting the monks behind him who were fighting against Mo Luo.

The ancestor Rongcheng was secretly ashamed, and the silver chain in his hand flicked, and then rushed into the mora that was fighting with the cultivators, strangling the mora that had begun to fall apart.

As the storm raged and weakened, the water guns that were rolling up in the air began to fall back, and a huge wave several feet high was stirred up on the sea, and then it swayed far away.

At this time, the dozen or so Mo Luos had also been wiped out with the participation of Ancestor Rongcheng. Seeing that the young monk had fallen into shape, Ancestor Rongcheng hurried forward and said: "Thank you fellow Taoist for helping me. , Huayi Zong Rongcheng is polite in Xia Nanhai!"

"Hua Yizong? Isn’t it the Hua Yizong who is famous for its formations in the South China Sea? It's no wonder that fellow Taoists can deploy such wonderful formations on this desert island in such a simple way. The true spirits of the Lower North Sea Send Lu Tianping and have met fellow Daoists!"

The young monk was slightly surprised, and then he suddenly introduced himself to the ancestor Rongcheng.

The ancestor Rongcheng showed a hint of surprise on his face and said: "It turns out to be the Sword Fairy of Beihai. No wonder the blood Shura exploded and escaped with the associated spirit treasure so easily, I admire it!"

The two chatted for a while, and Lu Ping bluntly said: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. If it is convenient for fellow daoists, please also ask fellow daoists to walk with me. If you want to come here, it is not far from the Phantom City. If there are fellow daoists for help, trust me. It will be easier to break through the encirclement of Mo Luo and reach the Phantom City."

The ancestors of Rongcheng didn’t expect Lu Ping to be so direct. He saw that the more than twenty monks who followed Lu Ping all looked at him with expectant gazes. They couldn’t help but laughed bitterly, saying: "My fellow Taoists are too modest, let’s get down here. A little bit of strength, I am afraid that the time will drag the Daoist back. If the Daoist does not give up, I am willing to walk with the Daoist!"

Lu Ping was overjoyed immediately, and while handing the two jade bottles to the ancestor Rongcheng, he said: "These are some spiritual pills refined underneath. I think the injuries of fellow Daoists are not light, and the loss of true essence is huge. I am afraid that the trip will not go smoothly, fellow Taoists and hurry up and reply!"

The ancestor Rongcheng opened the jade bottle, his eyes lit up, and he praised: "I forgot~ IndoMTL.com~ Daoyou Lu is still an alchemy master!"

Lu Ping smiled "hehe" and said, "With the help of fellow Daoists, I will be more confident when I wait for this trip!"

Lu Ping waved towards the sea behind him, a huge boat came breaking through the waves, and everyone got on the boat. The ancestor Rongcheng saw that there were several unconscious monks in the boat, and he had surrounded the dozens of monsters before. At that time, the ancestors of Rongcheng had also discovered that the cultivation of the alchemy monks who came with Lu Ping was uneven, and they were still a mixture of humans and monsters.

Lu Ping saw that the ancestors of Rongcheng were puzzled, so he explained: "This is the monks of the monks and demons who broke down from the sixth line of defense and gathered on the next road. This time, the demons are coming fiercely. If you don’t join forces against the enemy, you can’t get rid of this predicament. It’s a pity that many monks have been injured and tried their best to support them. After being accepted by the next, they went into a coma."

The ancestors of Rongcheng saw that about half of the more than 20 monks on the boat had injuries of varying severity. Even if the remaining half were mostly blue, they were obviously all in the form of a great loss of real yuan. , I don’t know that Lu Ping’s so-called "gathering" and "receiving" are all modest words. I am afraid that these people were all rescued by Lu Ping from Mo Luo.

The ancestor Rongcheng showed a trace of admiration on his face, and sighed: "Friends of Taoism are kind and righteous, Beihai Sword Fairy is a real name!"