mortal mortal cultivator

Chapter 94 The Battle of the Barren Mountain ([-])

As soon as the five-color clouds and smoke came out of the big formation, they rose violently against the wind and turned into several pillars of smoke that pierced the sky, bypassing the blood-red beams of light, and went straight to the fiery clouds in the sky.

As soon as the layers of blood-red fire clouds came into contact with the five-color clouds and smoke, they instantly melted into nothingness as if they had touched a nemesis.

The five-color cloud and smoke spread rapidly, and after a while, all the fire clouds in the sky dissipated.The blood-red beam of light also turned into water without a source, and it flickered weakly for a couple of times before disappearing completely.

The three principals on Mo Dao's side stared wide-eyed in surprise, especially the Xuanhuo boy, whose face was even more frighteningly gloomy, with red lights shining all over his body, like a wild beast that only chooses people to eat.

Thirty-six burning banners fell from the sky, the red light was dim, and it no longer had the majesty it had just now.

Suddenly, the face of the skinny old man in Lingshou Mountain changed suddenly, and he blurted out subconsciously:

"Five cloud pockets!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the Xuanhuo boy and the black-robed youth changed drastically.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, have you looked carefully? Is it really the five-cloud bag?" the black-robed youth asked repeatedly, his face turning pale.

Asked by him, the skinny old man was also a little surprised.After pondering for a moment, he said solemnly:

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I'm not sure it's this treasure. It's just that I can sacrifice the five-color cloud and smoke and collect the strange things of the five elements in the world. Apart from the legendary five-cloud bag, I really can't think of any other treasures. .”

The face of the black-robed youth became extremely ugly.

If everyone from the Seven Sects really possessed this treasure, then the best result of today's battle would be a tie.

Even if one is not careful, there is a possibility of a big defeat.

This is something he cannot accept anyway.The last defeat was originally planned, and it didn't affect anything at all.

But this time is different, if under his leadership, the Allied Forces of Demon and Dao cannot even take down the small Seven Sects, it will directly affect his status in the Ghost Sect.It may even affect the future plans of Ghost Spirit Sect.

Thinking of this, the eyes of the young man in black glistened with blood, and he couldn't help revealing a bloodthirsty look.

"Okay! What do you look like now?!" Xuanhuo boy suddenly shouted, the purple-black flames in his eyes danced slightly, looking extremely strange.

"This is absolutely impossible to be the legendary five-cloud pocket, you two, don't get confused."

Both the young man in black robe and the skinny old man were startled, they couldn't help turning their heads to look at Xuanhuo Boy.

At this time, his face was pale and thin, obviously because he had lost part of his vitality due to driving Fen Tian Banner.But his eyes were so clear that he couldn't even see half of his usual arrogance at this moment.

The skinny old man pondered for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "Fellow Daoist Xuanhuo, what proof do you have for this statement?"

"Evidence?" Xuanhuo boy snorted coldly, "You don't even think about it, ordinary monks in the alchemy period are already very reluctant to drive ordinary ancient treasures. For treasures like Wuyundou, where is the alchemy?" Can monks use it?"

"What's more, if it's the real Wuyundou, then the fire clouds transformed by my 36 burning sky flags should have been taken away long ago, and turned into nourishment for that treasure. How could it be like this, just being dispersed?"

When the two heard the words, they thought about it and felt that what the Xuanhuo boy said was quite reasonable.He couldn't help showing a bit of joy on his face.

Seeing this, Xuanhuo boy's expression softened a little, and he said with a smile: "Two friends, don't worry, seeing that these seven sects are unwilling to use them until the end, the treasure that emits five-color clouds is probably just an imitation with shocking side effects Well, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

The young man in black robe and the thin old man looked at each other and nodded with smiles.

Although I know that Xuanhuo boy's words are mostly guesswork, but it does make sense.Not to mention that they are also riding a tiger at this time, and it is impossible to admit defeat and withdraw because of a legendary treasure.

"Fellow Daoist Wu, let us see the methods of your Spirit Controlling Sect next." Xuanhuo boy said with a smile.

The skinny old man nodded slightly, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly to transmit the sound.

At this time, among the seven factions, the middle-aged man in Tianque Castle retracted his leather pocket with distress, turned his head and said to everyone:
"After this battle, it will take a hundred years for this five spirit bag to be used again."

Everyone nodded in understanding, and the rich old man said with a smile: "It's okay, it must have cost a lot to use such an ultimate move. It is impossible to use similar magic skills in a short time."

At this moment, the giant tortoise tens of miles away suddenly roared, and thick yellow mist sprayed out from its high raised back, and rushed towards the Qipai camp.

At the beginning, the people of the Seven Sects were still a little unclear, so it wasn't until the yellow mist that filled the sky got closer that their faces changed drastically, revealing expressions of panic.

What kind of fog is there? It is clearly an endless number of yellow poisonous insects!
Each of these poisonous insects is more than three feet long, and their appearance is extremely grotesque and terrifying. It seems that they are composed of the upper half of a centipede and the lower half of a scorpion. There are also two pairs of transparent, wasp-like membranous wings on the back.

Overwhelming poisonous insects came straight to the Seven Sects' positions, and the innumerable buzzing sounds superimposed together made people's hearts chill and their eardrums tremble.

"Hmph!" Minghui from Huangfenggu snorted coldly, lifted a huge yellow gourd into the sky with one hand.

"Fellow daoists, don't panic! Let's see how I deal with this group of insects!"

The gourd turned into a yellow light and flew straight out of the formation.

Afterwards, everyone saw a flash of yellow light, and the yellow gourd, which was originally as tall as a person, suddenly magnified countless times, turning into a behemoth as huge as a small mountain.

Looking from the bottom up, everyone could only see a huge shadow, and a series of golden runes appeared on it.

Minghui made a sharp gesture, the huge gourd seemed to be overturned, turned around completely, and pointed the mouth of the gourd with a diameter of nearly a hundred feet at the overwhelming poisonous insects.

In the next second, countless golden lights shot out!

Everyone was shocked, and quickly looked around.

Only then did I realize that the golden light was clearly countless golden throwing knives!

The golden light and yellow mist collided brazenly in the air, making piercing strange noises.

For a moment, these countless flying knives were in a stalemate with the overwhelming poisonous insects, and no one could do anything to the other.

The faces of the leaders of both sides changed.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the old man surnamed Zhou from Jujianmen, he flew up into the sky, and at the same time slapped the sword box behind him with one hand, thirteen blue lights burst out.

"Fellow Daoist Minghui's magic power won't last long, let me help him!"

Thirteen blue lights gathered behind him.

The blue light dissipated, revealing thirteen blue flying swords.One of the flying swords is three feet long, simple in shape, and powerful in spirit.

The other twelve flying swords are about a foot long, all of which are blue in color, and they are slowly turning around the three-foot flying sword.

The old man surnamed Zhou shot out two blue auras from both eyes, and the powerful aura agitated the skirt of his clothes, blowing like a bone-piercing wind.

"Get up!"

Accompanied by the loud shout of the old man surnamed Zhou, several blue spiritual threads were entwined and connected on the thirteen flying swords, and finally turned into a blue formation with the three-foot flying sword as the center and twelve short swords as the corners.

"go with!"

(End of this chapter)