The old monster Wanluo knew in his heart that the probability of successfully passing the eighth formation with this residual body was too low.

In fact, it is also very lucky to be able to pass the sixth and seventh formations. If it weren't for the reason why he had been trapped by the evil spirit for the old friend of Huqin and the little bastard, he had specially studied the characteristics of the evil spirit for the sake of the evil spirit, and his knowledge in this path was far superior to that of ordinary monks. In the seventh formation, he would not have found the weakness of the forbidden slave so accurately, and killed forty ghosts with his sword and broke through this formation.

But he could lose, but he could not stand the scolding and despises of young people. This is an insult.

"Who are you? Let's talk about the word "Zhu" in front of me?"

In the eighth formation, a young man with a face as much as a statue was sitting cross-legged. He was about twenty years old, but his expression was like a sculpture of the Netherworld Ice. At this time, he heard the words of the old monster Wanluo, but a cold look suddenly appeared on his face. He raised a finger and pointed at the old monster Wanluo outside the formation. His voice was slightly angry, and he spoke lightly, and his tongue was thundering: "Get out!"

Rumble!

Inside the formation, a thunders snake wandered, turning into a python whip, whipping straight out of the formation.

"Bang!"

The old monster Wanluo was insulted and his eyes were furious. Although he was seriously injured, his evil spirit suddenly rose. He poked out his palm, and his spiritual power was like a tide. He suddenly held the whip that was drawn from his head in his hand. The huge force on the python whip roared, charred his palm, but he also grabbed it firmly in his hand and shouted into the formation: "Junior, you can kill me in the formation, how can you stop me from entering the formation?"

"I have made a bet with someone, even if the Nascent Soul comes, I will not be able to pass the first seven formations..."

During that time, the young man spoke coldly: "...and not to mention you?"

"Swoosh"

Another python whip transformed into shape and sucked straight towards the old monster Wanluo.

"rude!"

The old monster Wanluo used another hand and held another thunder python, with anger as crazy as he was.

"When those old friends sent me out of seclusion, I also promised them that they would at least enter the eighth formation!"

The old monster Wanluo took a deep breath and wanted to pull off two thunderbolt python whips and rushed forward.

However, with a "swish" sound, another python whip transformed and whipped it from behind.

The old monster Wanluo let out a muffled groan, and his already hunched body fell down again. He almost threw himself down.

In the seventh formation, he swung his heavy sword and slashed forty Yin Ghosts, which was beyond his physical limit of his age. Not to mention that the oil was exhausted, the lamp was almost gone. It was almost done. Just now he held the two python whips, which almost exhausted his remaining spiritual power. In addition, he was seriously injured, and even his mind was about to dissipate, and he could not stop the sudden third whip.

"Nan Zhan Ye Xiu is worthy of saying in front of me what is the guarantee or not?"

In the eighth formation, the sound rang out of thin air again, and another whip shot down out of thin air.

"puff……"

The old monster Wanluo spewed out of his mouth and nose, and his palms trembled. He felt endless hatred.

But he remained silent for a long time, but he stood up again and stepped forward.

"laugh……"

Another whip fell down, thrusting straight into his chest, causing him to stagger back several steps.

"I'm going to join the formation, what are you going to stop me?"

The old monster Wanluo stepped forward again, his steps were empty.

"call out……"

Another whip came over, staggering his body and almost falling down.

"If I don't let you enter the formation, you will not be able to enter the formation!"

Therefore, they did not enter the formation. All these scenes were seen by the monks at Fengshan Mountain. For a moment, the cold wind was silent and no one spoke. The expressions on everyone's face were extremely complicated. There was resentment, pity, and even coldness.

"Master Cangwu, your son of Talisman Taoism has become more and more irritable after practicing thunder techniques!"

After a while, even the Yin Ling Dao Dao Master, the old woman, couldn't help but say to the young Taoist Master.

"In the future, this boy is destined to use thunder to kill the demons and survive the great disaster. He is dedicated to his magic, and it is nothing!"

The Lord of the Talisman Daodao said lightly, not seeming to be concerned.

The Pure Yang Daodao Master, when he heard this, sighed softly. He knew that Fu Daodao Master protected him, so he stopped talking.

"Senior Wanluo, let's go down the mountain, we won't break into the formation..."

A wail sounded, and a monk from Nanzhan cried out loudly, knelt on the ground and shouted.

The whip and whip hit the old monster Wanluo, but it also seemed to hit their souls, almost desperate.

However, the old monster Wanluo on the mountain seemed to have not heard of it, and forced himself to support his hunchback and continued to move forward without any intention of retreating.

"You are seeking death by yourself, don't blame me!"

The son of the Talisman in the eighth formation seemed to be annoyed, and a cold shout was heard. In the void outside the formation, a terrifying electric python with a thickness of a man's waist condensed. The arc of Kalala overflowed, as bright as a thunder dragon, scattered in the air, floating above the head of the old monster Wanluo. Even the cultivators at the foot of the mountain could sense the invasive aura, and they couldn't help but feel a sense of panic in their hearts.

"Oh, are you really so unethical nowadays?"

The old monster Wanluo did not retreat, looked up slightly and looked at the thunder whip in the air.

It seemed that a hint of despair surged out, and I was still a little unwilling to accept it.

I could have entered the eighth formation...

With a "Kala" sound, the thunder whip was raised high and then whipped downwards.

The power of a whip is like whipping the stone path of Fengshan Mountain in half.

The thin old monster Wanluo looked so vulnerable at this time.

"Enough..."

At this moment, an angry shout sounded, but a red shadow suddenly moved at the foot of Fengchan Mountain and appeared not far from the old monster Wanluo. Then, with a wave of his sleeves, two long silks rolled over like a spirit snake, rolling up the thin body of the old monster Wanluo, and then pulled it hard, pulling it out from the whistling thunder whip.

Boom!

The thunder whip hit the ground, the earth was scorched, and the gravel was flying. The terrifying thunder and lightning danced everywhere, as if it turned into a sea of ​​thunder.

The red shadow that pulled away the old monster Wanluo turned around, stepped on the void, and fled quickly.

It was Li Hongyi, who had violated the rules and took action to save the person at this time.

"Girl... Why do you ruin my last thought?"

Old Man Wanluo opened his weak eyes and saw that it was Li Hongyi, his face turned bitter and sighed softly.

"Senior, Junior Sister Ye Guyin has already gone to invite Junior Brother Fang. Do you really don't want to see him?"

Li Hongyi held back her tears and whispered, holding the old monster Wanluo, falling to the foot of Fengchan Mountain.

"That little bastard...is coming?"

The old monster Wanluo was slightly stunned, his eyes seemed a little astonished.

"You are also my Yin Lingdao disciple, why are you so unruly?"

At the foot of Fengchan Mountain, the old woman in Yin Lingdao saw this scene, raised her eyebrows and shouted loudly, and bounced her fingers, and a black light flew into the air. It seemed inconspicuous, but it was extremely terrifying. Li Hongyi's face in the air changed drastically, turned around quickly, and then took the blow. Her face changed immediately. She immediately couldn't control her body, and she fell to the ground like a kite.

"puff……"

Li Hongyi fell to the ground, a blood mark gushed out of the corner of her mouth, and the old monster Wanluo fell out of her arms, but was caught by Hou Guimen.

"Master, please spare me... I'll be fine if I don't accept it..."

Li Hongyi wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth, as if she was begging for mercy, but she smiled and felt a little provocative.

"Haha, he is going to break into the formation. Life and death are based on fate. Why do you need to do more trouble?"

The Yin Spirit Master asked, "I really think Master Ming loves you, so I dare not punish you with the sect?"

Li Hongyi smiled sadly and whispered: "The Lord of Taoism is wrong to me. I am not saving him, but saving our Yin Lingdao!"

The Yin Spirit Master looked slightly stunned, and he sneered, saying, "Oh? How can you explain this? Let's listen!"

Li Hongyi sneered, and a faint sinister voice rose in her eyes. Her voice was soft, but she felt ruthless: "This old senior has a perfect cultivation level, so it's not necessary to say, but what makes him even more terrible is that he has an amazing disciple... As a disciple of the Northern Sandao, I'm really worried that his disciple will start to be cruel. When we are in trouble, it's hard for me to get out..."

"nonsense!"

The Yin Ling Daodao raised the corner of his eyes, and his face was full of anger. He was about to scold him immediately, but suddenly he felt something and turned to look.

"Come?"

Li Hongyi was also shocked, and suddenly looked in the same direction.

There, there was a golden cloud, with murderous intent escaping towards Fengchan Mountain.

"Babys, who dares to bully my master? I want you to pay your life..."

The golden cloud was actually a fat golden crow with its wings spread out, and it was ten feet in a circle. The wind was soaring under the wings. Wherever it passed, it urged the mountains and trees to pull out the trees, and it was a mess. On its back, there was a young man in gray dress standing in front of him. He stood beside him with a tall woman in white dress, with her clothes flying with a beautiful face, and a woman in purple dress was lying on her feet, full of worries. Behind the boy, a evil spirit surged into the sky, almost like a black rainbow running through the sun. The strong evil spirit made the three Taoist masters feel very shocked.

"That little bastard is here?"

The old monster Wanluo heard the roar, tried hard to open his sunken eyes, looked into the distance, and smiled bitterly.

"Why is he here?"

When the young monks in Nanzhan saw him, their expressions were complicated and murmured to themselves.

"This guy is finally here!"

Hou Guimen turned his head and a hint of hope rose in his eyes.

"he……"
Chapter completed!