Chapter 162 One man fights against millions of soldiers! Guiling Gate, Sutra Repository Mountain (the mountain where the Sutra Repository is located). The wind howled in the mountains. Under a long sail, Li Xunhuan stood proudly with a flaming spear in his hand and a red shawl fluttering in the wind. Outside the mountain, Zhong’s Yuanying was standing in the air, his eyelids twitching. Seeing that the Ghost-faced Yama was dissipating, he could not help but activate the sect's bell. "Dong dong dong dong dong!" Symbolizing the crisis of extermination of the family, six consecutive bells rang out. Inside the Ghost Spirit Sect, the monks who were in seclusion or doing other things suddenly looked over here with a look of confusion in their eyes. what happened? Weren't they attacking the Kingdom of Jiang and the Kingdom of Yue? How come their own sect was wiped out? There was no time to think, as countless figures cut through the sky and gathered outside the Sutra Mountain. Nine people have achieved Dan.
Two hundred people built the foundation. There are more than ten thousand people in the Qi training stage. They lined up in formation according to their cultivation level and hovered in the air, like heavenly soldiers and generals, their imposing manner overwhelming the entire mountain. In front of them, on the square on the mountainside, the person involved, Li Xunhuan, remained calm and slowly raised his eyes. There was no nervousness in his eyes, but instead a hint of excitement. Is this the final foundation of the Ghost Spirit Sect? Even now, it is equivalent to a Yellow Maple Valley. The six sects of the devil are worthy of their reputation. The heart of Zhong's Yuanying also calmed down again. In his opinion, he had the advantage because he had more people and more power, and was also supported by the sect's protective formation. Finally, he tried to incite Li Xunhuan to rebel. "Fellow Daoist, how about joining my Ghost Spirit Sect? I promise to forgive you for what happened." "Let bygones be bygones?" Li Xunhuan smiled contemptuously, glanced at the old man with a sidelong glance, and repeated the sentence with disdain. Whoever believes it is a fool. As for the tens of thousands of people in front of us? In cultivating immortality, great power belongs to the individual. What’s the use of having a large number of people? They are just a bunch of chickens and dogs. At that moment, the number of the ghost-faced Yamas decreased, and a ray of sunlight was cast on him. The whole body was dark, but he was the only one who was bright. The tip of the Fire Spear in Li Xunhuan's hand was pointed at Zhong's Yuanying. "Stop talking nonsense, old man, and get started." By the way, this is how Nezha speaks, right? To be honest, it feels good to be so wild occasionally.
After he finished speaking, more than ten thousand Qi training disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect landed at the foot of the mountain, and one hundred foundation-building disciples jumped to the mountainside, leading the Qi training disciples to kill them. They actually wanted to use their numerical advantage to tire Li Xunhuan to death. Outside the mountain, Zhong's Yuanying turned around and didn't look at the battle situation. He just clenched his fists with his hands hanging down and slowly closed his eyes. In war, someone always has to sacrifice. In order to prevent the Ghost Spirit Sect's inheritance from being leaked, and for various reasons, they are willing to do anything, even at the cost of their lives. At this time, inside the Sutra Mountain. Because of the existence of the no-fly formation, not only did the cultivators lose their ability to fly, but even their magical instruments and treasures were unable to fly. It was like an army on a mortal battlefield hunting down a peerless god of war, with the foundation-building disciples as generals and the Qi-training disciples as soldiers, rushing towards Li Xunhuan from all directions. Li Xunhuan was at the center, but he did not look panicked at all. There was no emotion in his eyes, except for the cloud pattern between his eyebrows that was always bright. He waved the fire spear in his hand tightly, or knocked it backwards, or held it up with both hands, sending out sparks. The figures were spinning and jumping, and from time to time the sound of dragon roars could be heard. The picture froze, and he flashed and appeared behind the encirclement, with his flaming spear hanging upside down and his eyes becoming sharper. After fifteen years of physical training, he finally waited for the day of Kaifeng. happy. Time passed slowly and the square was filled with blood. The number of people came from all directions, seemingly endless. Of course, Countless people were wandering a hundred meters away from him, breathing rapidly, with fear in their pupils. Li Xunhuan's clothes were not at all messy, his face was expressionless, and the murderous intent in his eyes seemed to solidify into substance. When he took a step forward, the crowd immediately took a step back. One man is in charge, no one can open it! Outside the Sutra Cangshan Mountain, at some point, the Zhong surnamed Yuanying turned around. When he saw this scene, his eyes turned red and he screamed wildly, without any trace of Yuanying demeanor, "Go ahead, kill him." Everyone looked at each other, and when they thought of the sect's vicious punishment, they gritted their teeth and rushed forward. There is not a single gap between the ground and the sky. Li Xunhuan's life or death is unknown. In the expectant eyes of Zhong's Nascent Soul, a ray of black light was seen penetrating through the human body and rushing straight into the sky. One, two, more and more. In an instant, the crowd and the magic weapons flew backwards.
At the original spot, the Thousand Souls Banner swayed gently, and the enchanting spheres on both sides became increasingly scarlet, and soon, the twelve ghosts followed closely. At the same time, Li Xunhuan's figure appeared at the edge of the formation at the foot of the mountain, and the second Hundred Miles Teleportation Talisman in his hand disappeared. The chaotic-colored talisman on his waist flashed, and a door appeared in front of him. He stepped out and came out of the formation. At the same time, the Yuanying of the Zhong family in the sky waved his hands, and more than a hundred foundation-building cultivators and eight Jindan cultivators around him fled in all directions. Li Xunhuan flew into the air towards Zhong's Nascent Soul, while the red shawl rolled to one side. When he slowly came in front of Zhong's Nascent Soul, there were more than a dozen storage bags on his waist. The Nascent Soul of Zhong sneered, and the spiritual energy in his body began to fluctuate violently. Suddenly, a seven-story pagoda appeared in his consciousness. A flash of light passed by, and then my eyes went dark, and I fell into eternal darkness. In the outside world, there was an ice crystal flying knife stuck between his neck. A fire bomb followed, and it completely returned to dust. The dead can no longer die. Li Xun Huan weighed his storage bag in his palm, raised the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "Expose yourself? Take me for an idiot?" After dealing with Zhong's Yuanying, he looked back and saw that in the Sutra Mountain, the twelve ghosts had already killed all the foundation-building disciples and were chasing after the Qi-training disciples. He opened his left hand and put the Thousand Souls Banner into his palm, and the twelve ghosts were complete. There is also one more Yuanying level ghost and two Jindan level ghosts. In the future, he also had two Nascent Soul and more than a dozen Jindan protectors. take off. Of course, this is thanks to the Ghost Spirit Gate. From this, he also thought of the eastern battlefield where the demons invaded. After what Nezha did, not only could the Ghost Spirit Sect not invade the Kingdom of Yue, they would have to defend their home. That's pretty good. Exceed the task assigned to us. With his fingers pinched lightly, seven and a half days had passed since he encountered Wu Ming of the Yuling Sect outside the Yinshan Mountains. It was time to leave. After submerging the Thousand Souls Banner into the space ring and ignoring the trembling Qi-training disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect, Li Xunhuan swaggered away. After exiting the Ghost Spirit Gate, we appeared in the east of Yinshan Mountain and continued to head east. That is the direction of Qianhuan Sect. A day later, after leaving the Yinshan Mountains and putting on the invisible spirit veil, he turned north and returned. The Ghost Spirit Sect is half-destroyed, so they will definitely ask the Demonic Sect to investigate.
As a mere Jindan cultivator, he dared not linger. . . . Somewhere in the sky over Cheqi Kingdom, a battle was taking place about thousands of miles away from the base camp where Yuling Sect was attacking Zijin Kingdom. The scene froze, with six people surrounding an old man, two of them had no breath of life, and they were actually two human-shaped corpse puppets. "How about you and I just shake hands?" "can." Seeing the six people leave, Elder Shi suddenly groaned, a trace of blood left at the corner of his mouth, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. "So you're injured, you old fool." came a voice. The six people left and came back. "So what? Do you still dare to do it?" "you guess?" (End of this chapter)