Chapter 439 Breaking Through the Ten Absolute Formation (3)

In the formation of transforming blood, Yang Jian is fighting against the real Taiyi.

Immortal Taiyi has revealed four or five flaws in the formation in a blink of an eye. Although he is protected by Yang Jian Xuangang, he still wants to save face and flies with Yang Jian instead.

He hurried all the way to the place of the altar, Yang Jian wanted to let Daoist Taiyi resist the evil spirit by himself, he went to kill the person who led the formation, but Daoist Taiyi flicked his sleeves, seven or eight spikes shone with precious light, and shot towards the altar under the blood cloud.

"Yang Jian!"

There was a roar from below. Listening to the sound, there was a bit of tyranny in the thick.

The cloud of blood rolled upwards, as if an ancient ferocious beast opened its ferocious mouth!

Taiyi hurriedly said: "This Sun Liang, he has been fascinated by the evil spirit!"

With his strong consciousness, he naturally saw the figure with hands raised under the blood cloud; Taiyi sensed it carefully, and suddenly his face changed slightly, and he shouted, "Don't fight him hard!"

"Master, protect yourself!"

While Taiyi was speaking, Yang Jian had already made a move.

He broke free from the hands of Daoist Taiyi, leaving behind a thick black handle for Taiyi to protect himself, transformed into a Jinpeng, and rushed directly into the blood cloud vortex.

"Nonsense!"

Master Taiyi cursed, and immediately leaned over to chase after him, but was blocked by the evil spirit, and couldn't keep up with Yang Jian for a while.

There seems to be a war breaking out below!

The blood cloud began to surge, several waves of air rushed continuously, and the evil spirit of the entire blood-forming formation surged towards this place crazily!

"Master, retreat first! This man is already crazy!"

Yang Jian's voice came from below, followed by an angry curse:

"You can't leave alone! Blood Transformation Formation!"

Master Taiyi's face was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with Yang Jian for letting him retreat first.

This brat, what do you think of him?

Out magic weapon!

Daoist Taiyi's red-robed sleeves were bulging, and he heard a few dragon chants. He had grasped the Nine Dragons Lihuo Hood for attacking Lingbao, and threw it towards the blood cloud below.

Listen to the dragon chant a few times, and watch the fire shine!

In a blink of an eye, the fire hood turned into a big net, and nine real dragons wrapped in the real fire of samadhi appeared, scattering flames all over the sky in the place covered by the big net.

In the land of thousands of feet, the billowing blood cloud was evaporated instantly, and the place of fierce battle below was undoubtedly revealed!

Yang Jian held a gun in both hands, and was fighting a burly figure three feet tall!

That figure was drenched in blood, barely humanoid, with a bloody mouth, disheveled hair, bloody wings on its back, and its feet were trampled in a pool of blood.

Taking a closer look, this strange man vaguely still has Sun Liang's face, and there are deep and visible scars all over his body, but because of these injuries, he became more and more violent.

Yang Jian had the absolute upper hand, and his offensive was fierce. The three-pointed double-edged gun combined marksmanship and saber skills, and the change of moves was often between the elbows and armpits.

Just relying on the brute force of the big formation and the blessing of evil spirits, fighting Yang Jian in close quarters is completely suicidal...

Daoist Taiyi grabbed the long sword in his hand, pointed towards the sky, and his mana surged out, turning into a big umbrella, barely blocking the incoming evil spirit in the air!

"Nephew, beware of this fire!"

After saying that, a complicated charm appeared in the palm of Taiyi's left hand, which directly hit the center orb of Jiulong Lihuo Hood.

Nine Dragons roared furiously, their figures criss-crossed, and they roared towards the place where Yang Jian fought that strange man.

This samadhi real fire is specially used to destroy evil spirits, and it is a common method used by Taoist monks, but it is another profound state to be able to cultivate the samadhi real fire to the point where redness burns white.

Nine fire dragons attacked, and Yang Jian's mysterious body felt the burning pain, and the Dharma body transformed by Sun Liang even raised his head and roared, the flames burned holes in his body, and he was about to struggle to escape immediately.

"Where to go!"

Yang Jian bullied himself forward, and performed the seventy-two transformations again, and suddenly turned into a three-foot-long fire-scale python with raging flames burning on his body.

Yang Jian's flame is not the real fire of samadhi, how can he have the time to practice such a profound Taoism.

It's just that the master said that the fire-scale python is not afraid of fire. Yang Jian just performed this change. The python swims like a bundle of fairy ropes and dragon ropes, tying the strange man's legs. With a sudden struggle, the strange man fell forward directly, and the evil spirit of the whole blood-forming formation suddenly became chaotic.

Yang Jian immediately sent a voice: "Master, do it! The Samadhi fire can't hurt me!"

Taiyi no longer hesitated, his supernatural powers borrowed from Lingbao, and Lingbao helped Shenwei!

Nine fire dragons roared down, devouring the strange man and the fire-scale python directly!

Daoist Master Taiyi's eyelids twitched, he always felt that fighting with others with his nephew, his Taoist cultivation was not enough...

Under the turbulent pressure, even though Master Taiyi struggled to support himself, he didn't show the slightest sign of distress on the surface. He stood gracefully on the Nine Dragons Fire Hood, constantly urging the nine fire dragons to smash down one after another.

Once, several times, dozens of times...

Straight to...

Daoist Taiyi's vast mana was a little bit unsustainable, and the evil spirit flowed in all directions, and the red drizzle turned into a rain of blood and poured down!

Only then did Master Taiyi stop and look down.

Yang Jian's transformed fire-scale python stood on a piece of scorched earth, beside him was Sun Liang, the master of the blood-turning formation that had been turned into ashes.

This Sun Liang concealed evil energy into himself and polluted Da Luo's golden body, but he happened to be restrained by the real fire of Samadhi from Jiulong Lihuo. There were no ashes left, only one or two magic weapons remained.

Yang Jian changed into a human form, and flicked his hands to collect the two spirit treasures exuding strong blood, maybe they will be useful in the future.

Naturally, it is not polite to be polite with Daoist Taiyi, this uncle is a real rich man, how could he have the nerve to compete with his nephew for these two spiritual treasures?

Yang Jianfei went to Taiyi's side, saw that the real Taiyi's face was like gold paper, and his breathing was short of breath, so he quickly grabbed his uncle's hand to check.

"Why does the evil spirit enter the body so much?"

"It's nothing." Daoist Taiyi waved his hands, still trying to force himself, "Let's go back to the camp."

Yang Jian frowned for a while. He didn't have too much loss at this time, half of the Xuangang and Xuanqi were still there, and the eighty-one Xuanzhu formed the Zhoutian, and he was also recovering quickly.

Compared with the previous time when breaking the wind and roaring formation, Yang Jian fully protected Cihang; now in this blood-transforming formation, Master Taiyi is doing his best to let Yang Jian save more strength...

The blood rained non-stop, and the ground was scorched black under his feet. Yang Jian supported Daoist Taiyi and flew towards the formation gate, and all parts of the blood transformation formation were slowly self-destructing.

"This Sun Liang can be regarded as a ruthless person." Master Taiyi sighed softly, "In order to kill you, the moment he drew evil energy into his body, he already destroyed himself the way of self-cultivation."

Yang Jian was silent, he had just fought dozens of rounds with that strange man, and he really felt that the other party was quite difficult.

It's a pity that Sun Liang was originally a Yuan Shendao monk, not good at melee combat. Although he came up with such an idea, which seemed to be able to consume Yang Jian to death in the blood formation, he was beaten too embarrassingly by Yang Jian.

Hand-to-hand combat is far from a day's work.

Transform blood array, break!

The gate of Huaxue Formation collapsed suddenly, and the two of them flew out of this broken formation and were about to return to Zhou Camp.

"Master, be careful!"

Yang Jian suddenly yelled like this, and before he finished speaking, he had already dragged the real Taiyi, who was exhausted and severely injured at this time, to the front of him.

Two sword lights came from the side and hit Yang Jian's back directly, making two sounds of gold and stone colliding, and the two flying swords were directly bounced away...

Yang Jian turned his head and glared, but what he saw was the gate of the desolate formation beside him.

"A stab in the back hurts someone! Be an expert!"

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and cursed, not daring to delay, grabbing Daoist Taiyi and performing the Qian Kun escape method, and appeared more than ten miles away.

The remaining eight formation masters of the Ten Absolute Formation seemed to be chasing out of the formation gate, and the twelve golden immortals in front of Zhou Yingyuan's gate released their momentum to suppress them, directly frightening the eight formation masters.

Yang Jian supported Daoist Taiyi and flew back to the camp, annoyed at the sneak attack by the downcast master, waiting for Nezha to help his master back to the camp to rest, Yang Jian turned around and stepped out of the camp gate.

The battle armor on his body has been damaged, and two big holes have been broken in the back, and his face is also slightly scorched.

But he didn't meditate to rest, because he didn't consume much in the blood transformation formation, at this time, most of his profound energy and profound handle had recovered.

"Which uncle and uncle will accompany me to the broken formation?"

"The poor Taoist cultivator has the method of calming the soul, and he is not afraid of falling down." Chi Jingzi sang the channel number, and said to Yang Jian, "Nephew, please rest for a while, don't be so anxious."

Yang Jian shook his head, "Second Master, please."

"Forget it," Chi Jingzi chuckled, looked at the real person Yuding who closed his eyes and rested his mind, drove Yang Jian with him on the cloud, and went straight to the Luoba formation.

Either because of Yang Jian's prestige in the army, or because the disciples of Yuxu Palace showed great power and made them look good in Yuxu Palace, Guang Chengzi was still performing the cloud mirror technique, revealing the situation within the Ten Jue Formation at the gate of the barracks.

At the same time, in the Yang Mansion in Zhou Capital City, the female family members of the Yang Mansion also gathered in the hall, looking at the water mirror made by Ao Xinke with concern.

Ao Xinke and Yang Jian have been cultivating the yin and yang fusion technique for a long time, and they have achieved one heart and one mind. At this moment, her quasi-sage cultivation is fully exerted, and the water mirror is always staring at Yang Jian's figure, and her eyes never move away.

When Yang Jian was fighting outside, his wife, mother, and younger sister at home all cared for him, and the maids in Yang's house were also worried that something would happen to Yang Jian, and they would lose their shelter in the wild.

Sitting beside Ao Xinke, Feng Wu saw that Yang Jian fell into despair without resting, and said worriedly: "Why is he so impulsive..."

Ao Xinke on the side nodded a little late, and said in a low voice without looking back, "My husband has a deep friendship with this real Taiyi, so I will be annoyed by it."

"Why is my son always so brave?" Yao Ji sighed softly, although she knew her son was not an ordinary monk, but a mother could not bear to see her own flesh and blood risking death...

In despair.

Yang Jian and Chi Jingzi flew together, and ghosts came one after another. Chi Jingzi held a yin and yang mirror in his hand, and the yin and yang transformations on it absorbed the ghosts directly, turning them into pure vitality to feed back to Chi Jingzi.

This yin and yang mirror has a great origin. It was originally a spiritual treasure held by Taoist ancestor Hongjun. It was a famous congenital spiritual treasure on Fenbao Cliff.

Yang Jian's Xuangang resisted evil spirits, and Chi Jingzi's yin and yang mirror smashed through the abyssal formation, making the leader of the apocalyptic formation, Yao Bin Yao Tianjun, panic.

Yao Bin hurriedly called for help, and the rest of the Seven Heavenly Lords wanted to rush out of the formations, but several of the Twelve Golden Immortals had already sacrificed their magic weapons, and Master Yuding opened his eyes and stared at the gate of the Luoba formation...

To go out is to die, and there is still a chance of life in the battle.

Apart from being furious, apart from beating his chest and feet, apart from gnashing his teeth at Yang Jian, Qin Wan and the others could do nothing.

It's hard to be filled with hatred!

Yao Bin hesitated, and the counterattack was useless. Yang Jian rushed to the altar and shot down, beheaded Yao Bin with three moves, and sent Yuanshen to the list of gods.

But this time, Yang Jian delayed for a while, opened his vertical eyes, and used the magic eye technique of reincarnation to send thousands of ghosts in the Luoluo formation into the underworld, and gained a lot of merit.

This sect of immortals really complied with the phrase 'the good and the bad vary', among the Ten Heavenly Lords there are people who practice such evil methods, no wonder they can't gather much luck.

Desperate array, broken!

Out of the ten unique arrays, three of them have been broken!

Strive to be the youngest man in the middle of the night