Chapter 161: Ghost Spirit Sect: Who is the devil? On the hill where the Sutra Repository is located, monks from the Ghost Spirit Sect were flying around. Suddenly, they seemed to have lost their spiritual power and fell freely. The mountain protection formation gathered above their heads, and under their horrified eyes, the formation cast a blood-red light, and they died on the spot. Outside the formation, Zhong's Nascent Soul had a blank expression on his face and ignored it. If the thief can transform into Sun Xing, he can naturally transform into other people as well. It is better to kill than to let go. Even at this moment, with the support of the formation, Elder Zhong was not reckless. In his opinion, if the other party had the courage to sneak into the sect, he must have something to rely on. Maybe it's the Nascent Soul hiding. Not long after, a sound transmission note flew away, which was obviously to notify Wang Tiansheng's brothers and others to return quickly.
Then he waited here. At the same time, in the Sutra Repository, Li Xunhuan was not completely defenseless. However, in the four-circle compass, the Nascent Soul did not appear, and the Jindan cultivator did not move unusually, so naturally they were unaware that they had been exposed. After an inventory, there were more than a thousand valuable items at the Jindan level, including magic weapons, secret techniques, skills, and hundreds of arts inheritance. Although most of them are evil and secret methods that are against the harmony of nature, he can clear them with the help of the balance. When he thought of his goal before coming to the Ghost Spirit Gate, he couldn't help but chuckle. I, the sect, am richer than the Yellow Maple Valley. Even compared with the heir of Xinggong, he is not much inferior. Not bad. It was at this moment that Li Xunhuan discovered something was wrong. A four-spiral compass appeared in the palm of his hand, and the beads representing the foundation-building stage suddenly disappeared. Outside the mountain, seven Jindan cultivators gathered together. A thought came to mind, exposed. The other party is so calm that he would not be indifferent. It is very likely that he has notified Yuanying to finish it off. Then, he had to run. He took a step forward and arrived in front of the main hall of the Sutra Repository. With a thought, he threw out a magical weapon. Before it hit the ground, a blood-red light descended from the sky and knocked it down. Its spiritual light was filthy and it seemed that it could not be used. It really is just a case of sitting back and waiting for something to happen. He secretly guessed in his heart that the opponent on the eighth level did not want to destroy the Sutra Library, otherwise he would have killed him long ago. The next second, the voice of Zhong Yuanying was heard. "Fellow Daoist, why don't you show your true face?"
"True face? I have many true faces. Which one are you referring to?" Li Xunhuan did not go out either. He responded as if it was a snake and thought about how to escape. It is unlikely to escape directly. He didn't want to fight with the formation. Two talismans appeared in his hands, both of which were Hundred Miles Teleportation Talismans! A talisman for teleporting a hundred miles came out of the mountain, and then he controlled the Wind and Fire Wheel and escaped from the Ghost Spirit Gate at the speed of his Nascent Soul. After all, six hundred miles is not far. If there is an accident, there is also the Hundred Miles Teleportation Talisman. If there is any unexpected thing, there is still the Wanli Teleportation Talisman. Just do it. With a thought, spiritual power flashed through his body. He was wearing a red shawl, a Vajra ring on his left hand, a fire spear in his right hand, and a wind-fire wheel under his feet. Li Nezha is online. "Boom boom boom" The main door of the Sutra Repository was broken, and a red shawl flew up into the sky at both ends, and he flew into the sky. The next second he fell to the ground, his foot landing on the plaque of the Sutra Repository. A blood-red light appeared instantly. His figure appeared a hundred miles away, and the first Hundred Miles Teleportation Talisman in his hand disappeared. His face was solemn. This is a no-fly formation. At this time, Zhong's Yuanying also saw through Li Xunhuan's true intentions. It turned out to be a young boy in the early stage of Jindan. He couldn't help but feel furious that he was actually frightened by such a junior. The token in his hand fell straight down, and more blood-red light descended. The sudden burst of light was like a bombing. After a fluctuation of spiritual power, he was surprised to find that the man's figure disappeared, and then he found him on the mountainside. "Escape Talisman?" He gritted his teeth, because this person was using the talisman from his Ghost Spirit Sect. Damn. Zhong's Yuanying looked fierce, and instructed the six Jindan cultivators on his left and right, "Go, tie him up for me." Seeing the hesitation on the faces of the six people, he frowned and said in a deep voice, "What are you afraid of? I have a great formation to protect you."
"Yes, uncle." Immediately, the six of them charged in like Qigong monks, riding the wind. Zhong's Yuanying was indeed not lying, the formation he just used was just a test run. The Ghost Spirit Sect’s formation is the Ghost-faced Yama Formation. With a thought, the formation token floated in front of him. He circled his arms and recited the mantra silently in his mind. At the same time, the sky above the Ghost Gate became even more gloomy. Soon, ghost fog appeared from the ground, with two red eyes on it, like a Yama. One, two. Thousands of ghost-faced demons rushed into the mountain. A mocking smile appeared on his face. It is an honor for you, a mere cultivator in the early stage of Jindan, to die at the hands of the sect protection formation. However, when he looked into the formation, his smile froze. This is impossible! Nothing is impossible. Li Xunhuan's face was expressionless, but his eyes were sharp, and there was a hint of mockery in them. He had never seen anyone commit suicide like this. Inside the no-fly formation, ordinary people can only control the wind and fight like Qigong cultivators. The numerical advantage of the Qi training monks is the most important, six against one can easily kill them. But he is a physical cultivator. On the mountainside, in the huge martial arts training ground, six people lined up in a row and charged towards Li Xunhuan. Li Xunhuan also charged forward, holding a flaming spear in his hand with the tip pointing at the ground, creating sparks as it collided with the ground. When they were two hundred meters away, Li Xunhuan's figure flashed. Alligator mouth, catfish whiskers,. Along with a dragon roar in the void, an ice crystal-colored phantom dragon appeared. There was no cloud or mist around it, but there was spiritual water. The Ice Dragon opened its eyes, bared its fangs and claws, and rushed forward. Two hundred meters, just a moment. The six people who had charged earlier seemed to have suffered a huge impact. Their magic weapons fell out of their hands, their arms waved wildly, and they flew backwards. Among them, the person in front was killed. The two people closest to him were vomiting blood, and it was obvious that they were exhaling more than inhaling. The dragon shadow circled back without a trace of emotion in its eyes.
One round trip, two breaths of time, two people died and four people were seriously injured. The dragon's shadow suddenly turned into a ball of water, and drops of water fell down. Under the shimmering water, a figure was extremely fast, like a ray of light, bypassing the six people. The scene froze, Li Xunhuan put away his gun and stood up, with six storage bags on his waist, and the corresponding six people had disappeared. It was at this time, The sky became completely dark, and countless ghost-faced demons arrived and surrounded him from all directions. When the ghost mask fell, the tip of the gun in his hand collided with it, and Yama disappeared. In a thought, the ghost face condensed again, without any damage, and it continued to grow. At such a critical moment, a hint of joy flashed in Li Xunhuan's eyes. Finally you are here. His left hand swept across the space in front of him, and a long golden and blue sail floated in the air. Thousand Soul Banner! The twelve ghost faces on it broke free from the banner and appeared in all directions around him. Ji Xuan, old monster Qiong, the old man from Guiling Sect, the cultivator from Hehuan Sect, etc., are at least Jindan cultivators. Its mist is darker and its eyes are scarlet. When the ghost face opened wide, a huge suction force went towards the ghost-faced Yama. Countless ghost-faced Yamas jumped into the mouths of the twelve ghost-faced monsters as if they were being commanded by someone. Subsequently, the aura became stronger and stronger. Li Xunhuan had anticipated this. The Zhong Yuanying was dumbfounded. What kind of dirt is this? The eyes widened as he looked towards Li Xun Huan. You, you, Who is the demon monk after all? Who is the Ghost Sect? (End of this chapter)