I am cultivating immortals in mortal science

Chapter 213 Extinguishing the Gate (Happy New Year!!!)

The soap-robed cultivator looked at the elder brother who was complacent just now, but now he hugged his head and screamed, he couldn't help hesitating.

"Junior brother, hurry up and summon the disciples! Brother, I will call the master out of the customs! Be careful, this person's methods are very weird!"

The red-eyed old man was caught off guard by a distraction. Enduring the severe pain, he ordered the soap-robed monk while taking out a blood-red sound transmission talisman.

Only this talisman can pass through the magic circle outside the cave of Blood Moon Patriarch and contact him.

However, as soon as the words fell, there was a louder and louder humming sound in the sky.

The two looked up and found that just as they were talking, the sky above their heads was covered by a cloud of blood-colored insects, and the scale was getting bigger and bigger.

On Blood Moon Island, the black-clothed monks who came out of their respective caves upon hearing the noise, saw the cloud of insects covering the sky above their heads, all of them looked dazed, and thought it was the spirit insects cultivated by the seniors in the sect.

It wasn't until these spirit insects fell down like the sky, that they realized that something was wrong, and either fled back to the cave, or attacked the insect cloud on the spot, or fled to the outside of the island.

"Impossible! How could a monk in the middle stage of alchemy drive hundreds of thousands of spirit insects!"

The red-eyed old man turned pale with fright, hurriedly typed out the sound transmission talisman, sacrificed a black ring magic weapon, and spewed out a blood-red spiritual flame from his nose with a "hum".

As soon as the spiritual flame landed on the black ring, it was immediately ignited.

"go with!"

The black ring flew out, growing bigger and bigger, and soon turned into a huge flame wheel.

As long as one blow can wipe out more than a thousand spirit insects, we still have a chance!
The red-eyed old man thought so, looking at the tumbling flame wheel with a gloomy expression.

On the other side, when the soap-robed monk saw this situation, he knew that those low-level disciples in the sect were hopeless, so he jumped to the red-eyed old man and sacrificed a magic weapon to protect them.

Under the tense eyes of the two, the giant ring of flames flew into the insect cloud, and was instantly engulfed by layers of blood puppets flying ants.

"Brother, how is it?"

As soon as the soap-robed monk asked, the red-eyed old man's complexion suddenly changed, and he flew away from the island without saying a word.

In just a moment, he lost the sense of this powerful magic weapon, and he didn't see the corpse of the insect falling, so he lost all fighting spirit in his heart, and only hoped that the speed of escape of these spirit insects would not be fast.

After the soap-robed monk was stunned for a moment, he quickly turned into a cyan light and followed him.

Above the pressing insect cloud, Luo Hong silently controlled the flying ants. He was not relaxed at this time.

It's not that his consciousness is not enough to control such a number of blood puppet flying ants, but that the insect control technique he used is a bit stretched, and he can obviously feel that the blood puppet flying ants are not as obedient as before.

Although this matter has to be resolved, there is no need to worry at all. After all, he is not a monster. It is probably the only time that he dispatched hundreds of thousands of blood puppet flying ants in one breath to destroy the sect.

With the blood puppet flying ants raging on the island, the disciples of the Blood Moon Sect soon found that they had no way to deal with these spirit insects. The foundation-building stage monks had no power to resist in front of the flying ants, and hundreds of flying ants pounced on them. On the other hand, it can make a living person disappear in an instant.

Those disciples of the Blood Moon Sect who lived in the outskirts fled one after another when they saw that the situation was not good. However, the island protection formation had fallen into Luo Hong's hands, and the prohibition tokens in their hands were all useless.

So I was very happy, and they all hit the khaki shield with a "dongdongdong", and were killed by the chasing ant colony.

"Brother, my prohibition token doesn't work anymore!"

The ears of the soap-robed cultivator were full of "crack-crack" gnawing sounds. His magic weapon of protection was almost unable to hold on, but the formation that was supposed to protect them had now become a barrier that made them feel desperate.

"Junior brother, you all work together to make a gap!"

Although the red-eyed old man knew that the formation disk of the island protection formation had been taken by someone, he never expected that the other party would turn the strange formation into his own so quickly.

Could it be, which formation master did we offend?
"Okay, little brother must do his best!"

The soap-robed monk sprayed his blood on the talisman in a desperate gesture.

The red-eyed old man raised his right arm, and then swung it down violently.

In the process of swinging, his right arm shriveled quickly, and a blood-red moonlight shot out, hitting the khaki-colored spiritual shield together with the soap-robed cultivator's natal magic weapon.

After a loud bang, the aura dissipated, and the earth-yellow spiritual shield was not penetrated, and the damaged part was still recovering rapidly.

"Impossible! How could this Wutu formation be able to resist the joint attack of my senior brother and me!"

The monk in the soap robe shouted in disbelief, how could he not know the power of his own formation, the Wutu formation can only withstand the full blow of the monk in the alchemy stage!
Hehe, no thanks, I just saw that your formation is really poorly arranged, so I can help you connect to the earth veins, so as to double the power of the formation.

Looking at the two monks at the alchemy stage who were engulfed by flying ants in front of the spirit hood, Luo Hong thought so.

"Fellow Daoist He Fang? If you have something to say, can you accept the supernatural power first?"

An old voice resounded all over the world, and the deep mana breath made Luo Hong immediately identify the owner of the voice.

Why did the blood moon patriarch show up?
This insignificant doubt flashed through Luo Hong's mind, and then he ordered all the blood puppets flying ants to press down on the blood moon ancestor.

"Fellow Daoist, don't deceive others too much. Don't you think that my ancestor is afraid of you? Look at my ancestor's destruction of your spirit worm! Eh? How could it be!"

"Fellow Daoist wait a minute, I have treasures hidden overseas, I'm making a wish... ah!"

As the last Blood Moon Patriarch died without even showing his face, the Blood Moon Sect, which had been doing evil for 200 years, was declared annihilated.

Calling the ant colony back to the treasure bag, Luo Hong looked at Fan Mengyi who had been stunned for a long time and said:
"In the next few months, the teacher will set up an army here. Although you can't help, you can't be idle. The teacher has homework to give to you."

"Despite the master's instructions, the disciple will try his best to complete it."

Fan Mengyi closed her chin and responded inexplicably excitedly.

Luo Hong nodded slightly, and with a movement of her divine sense, nearly a hundred blood puppet flying ants flew to Fan Mengyi's side.

"My Zhuo's disciple must not be inferior in terms of knowledge, otherwise he will lose face as a teacher.

In the past few months, you have sorted out the contents of these storage bags and put them in one place. If you don't know anything, you can refer to these jade slips.

If you want to have this experience, you will be impressed by the things you encounter. "

Looking at these blood-stained storage bags, Fan Mengyi couldn't help swallowing her saliva. This was too profound, and she cupped her hands and said:
"Disciple obey!"

"Well, if the apprentice can do it to the satisfaction of the teacher, I will allow you to choose three items from these storage bags."

After Luo Hong finished speaking, he flew out of the island. The surrounding shadow formations were still too bad. He had to replace them with the Heavenly Wind Lock Demon Formation, otherwise he would not be able to sleep well.

"Thank you Master!"

Fan Mengyi thanked Luo Hong's back loudly, and then excitedly flew the blood puppet flying ant to a pavilion below.

At this moment, she still doesn't know what torture she will face.

　Happy New Year, Gong Xi Fa Cai, bring a reward!I went to the Spring Festival Gala!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)