Chapter 472 Atmosphere Group
"rise!"
Ning Daoran stomped the ground lightly, and suddenly streaks of starlight flashed behind him. A falling star formation rose up and enveloped the entire Bailong Mountain. The formation was filled with stars, which soon dissipated and hid.
It looks empty, but in fact, there is a falling star array lying across it.
Ning Daoran was extremely satisfied with this formation. It killed people invisibly and was extremely low-key.
but……
He frowned.
Ever since Lin Man left, his life of cultivating immortals has become extremely boring. This won't do. He must find some fun for himself when his wife is away.
So, he suddenly had an idea and decided to activate the "atmosphere group" that he had designed for a long time but never had the chance to use.
The Blood Soul Sect has been building up momentum for so long, and the Twelve Demon Sects have been entrenched in the upper reaches and beating drums and gongs for so many years, just like a play. Now that the play is about to end, how can there be no atmosphere at all.
"Come!"
He shook his sleeves, and immediately paper figures flew out, transformed into figures and disappeared into the forest.
Later, when the demon monks from the Twelve Demon Sects come to attack the mountain, these paper figures will naturally be useful.
Ning Daoran, wearing a blue shirt and rolled-up sleeves, stood at the foot of the mountain, looking like a very honest young man.
…
“Dongdongdong~~~”
In the afternoon, dull drum sounds came from afar.
Upstream, countless warships appeared, and the Twelve Demon Sects finally left the water stronghold. The sight of their fluttering flags gave them the aura of a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers besieging the Flower-Fruit Mountain, which almost suffocated Xu Jian, Xu Zhongyao and others who were watching on the main peak.
It's finally here.
Ning Daoran raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a smile.
In the sky, a treasure ship was lying across the sky, and on the deck stood a group of great Jindan cultivators. Old Demon Lin stood in the first place, and the rest of the great Jindan cultivators were all the leaders and chiefs of the twelve demon sects.
"Everyone!"
Demon Lin had a face full of deep resentment, and said, "Master Qiushui killed my only son, Lin Chengfei. This hatred is irreconcilable! How can we, the heroes of the twelve demon sects, be suppressed by his mere White Dragon Mountain and be suffocated? What do you think?"
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"
A sharp-nosed and monkey-faced Jindan mid-stage cultivator sneered, "With tens of thousands of cultivators from the Twelve Demon Sect, can't we conquer a mere White Dragon Mountain? Not to mention two Jindan late-stage monsters, even if there are ten, what can we do? No matter how tough it is, the Twelve Demon Sect will definitely gnaw it down!"
"Exactly!"
A sturdy leader in armor said in a deep voice: "Humph... The White Dragon Mountain, apart from the mountain master and a few spirit beasts, has no fighting power at all? How can they resist our Twelve Demon Sects with just those few melons and dates?!"
“That’s right!”
One of the middle-stage Jindan elders wearing a blood-red robe narrowed his eyes and spoke far away: "Young friend Ning... don't make mistakes. How can you resist the tens of thousands of cultivators from the Twelve Demon Sects? Young friend, you only have yourself and a few spirit beasts, and you have no other means. It is better to surrender Bailong Mountain as soon as possible, and we will not make things difficult for you."
"Thank you, fellow Taoist."
Ning Daoran said: "But Ning is definitely not the only one in Bailong Mountain."
"oh?"
Old Demon Lin sneered and said, "Mr. Ning, your Bailong Mountain is now trapped by the Twelve Demon Sects. Why are you still being stubborn? Apart from you, who else would dare to risk the world's condemnation to save your Bailong Mountain? Just call them out and let me open my eyes."
"snort!"
Ning Daoran said calmly: "Old Demon Lin, this is what you said!"
As he spoke, he raised his palm high and said in a deep voice: "The fellow Taoists from the Twelve Demon Sects are all at their doorsteps. Where are my brothers? Where are Ning's trusted followers?! All of you come out!"
Suddenly, footsteps were heard from the hillsides on both sides of Ning Daoran.
“Swish!”
A sturdy man with a black face and holding an axe in both hands rushed out of the top of the mountain with four other sturdy men, and shouted loudly like thunder: "Hey! Brothers, one, two, three, four, five!"
"Brother, you are my best friend!"
On another hilltop, a man with a leopard head, round eyes and a tasseled spear in his hand rushed out with four sturdy men, clapping their hands and singing in a low voice: "Hey~~~Hey~~~~"
"When brothers meet, three bowls of wine!"
There was a rustling sound in the dense forest, and a big monk with tattoos all over his body holding a Zen staff rushed out with a group of people.
"Brother, let's discuss the Dao. Two cups of tea!"
Another strong man wearing the clothes of a traveler, carrying two knives on his back, sang loudly and walked out with a group of people.
"Brothers, a pack of wolves!"
"Brother, pull the cart with eight horses!"
As the singing became louder and louder, more and more people rushed out from the forest, each one of them looking very aggressive!
There are sharpshooters wearing carved bows, Taoists holding ancient pine-patterned swords, generals holding double maces and Qinglong swords, and even dashing female generals holding double swords.
In short, a large number of Grade B paper figures were carefully made by Ning Daoran.
There was even a dark-skinned man with the word "prisoner" tattooed on his forehead who came out and shouted, "Brothers, I am a humble man, but I am willing to fight with you brothers to the death. If you are defeated, you will commit suicide with me!"
"kill!"
The sound of killing was heard everywhere, and the show effect was at its maximum.
…
Outside the mountain.
“…”
Old Demon Lin was silent.
The leader of the Twelve Demon Sect also fell silent.
"My dear..."
A demon cultivator said blankly: "What did I see..."
Of course, some demonic cultivators were actually touched and said with tears in their eyes: "If they were not our enemies, I would really like to join them..."
"Damn it!"
Lin Lao Mo was furious. He raised his hand and shouted, "Don't be fooled by his things. Attack the mountain immediately and flatten Bailong Mountain. Cut Qiushui Zhenren and his spirit beasts into pieces! After we capture Bailong Mountain, my Xuehun Sect will share this mountain and river with all the brother sects!"
"kill!"
The Twelve Demon Sects finally took action!
Countless cultivators, puppets, and spirit beasts rushed over and fought with the B-grade paper figures on the periphery.
"You clown, die now!"
A demon cultivator in the early Jindan stage came rushing over and slashed fiercely at the man holding the double axes with the magic sword in his hand.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
But who would have thought that the man actually dodged with just a shake of his body, and then a pair of axes fell from the sky and directly chopped the neck of the early Jindan cultivator, and blood splattered everywhere!
"not good!"
Someone shouted, "These people are definitely not clowns, they are very powerful!"
"All the late Jindan cultivators, take action and strangle these mysterious monks!"
Amidst a loud quarrel, the two sides started fighting.
Ning Daoran folded his arms and just watched from the sidelines.
At this time, the strength of the second-class paper figurine he refined was about 10% of the original body, but a monster like Ning Daoran, even if it was 10% of the original body's combat power, was about equivalent to the middle stage of the golden elixir! Therefore, all of these Liangshan heroes can be used as middle-stage golden elixir, and most of the Twelve Demon Sects, only the sect masters and the supreme elders can resist the second-class paper figurines, and basically they can only rely on the advantage of numbers.
Ning Daoran only released 108 B-grade paper figures for show. The remaining hundreds of B-grade paper figures had already sneaked into the periphery, waiting to strangle all the Twelve Demon Sects.
Besides, he also wanted to see the power of the Falling Star Formation.
…
“Crack!”
Old Demon Lin descended from the sky and within a few moves he twisted off the head of the imaginary dog-headed military strategist Wu Yong that Ning Daoran had refined, but found that this man quickly turned into a paper man whose magic power dissipated.
"It turns out to be just a trivial trick of making a paper figurine!"
Lin Lao Mo immediately shattered it and said angrily: "Fellow Daoists, don't be afraid. These are just paper figures, just trifles. Keep charging and kill them all!"
Half an hour later, the great monks from the Twelve Demon Sects used various means and finally strangled more than a hundred B-grade paper figures.
"Attack the mountain!"
When Old Demon Lin shouted, countless cultivators rushed to Bailong Mountain.
However, not long after this group of monks stepped into the outer mountains of Bailong Mountain, rays of starlight descended from the sky.
"What is that...?"
An early Jindan demon cultivator frowned and said, "Meteor shower? Look, Junior Sister, it's a meteor shower!"
"ah?"
The junior sister with disheveled hair and a punk-style outfit said in surprise: "It really is a meteor shower, so beautiful, look, senior brother, senior brother, you..."
When she looked up again, a meteorite fell from the sky and smashed her brother's body into pieces!
“Senior Brother!!”
The punk nun was so scared that she was scared to death!
“Not good!”
In the air, a great elder of the Demon Sect who was in the middle stage of the Golden Core Realm was horrified and hurriedly sacrificed a low-grade magic bone shield to resist, but it was no use. The bone shield was pierced with a click, and then the old man's body froze in place and slowly dissipated into dust, just like how Lin Baoping died that year.
“This is a formation!!”
Lin Lao Mo was horrified: "This person actually has a fourth-level killing formation, not good!"
The next second, Old Demon Lin ignited a third-order speed talisman, floated back, and threw two Blood Soul Sect disciples into the sky to block a star attack for him.
The Falling Star Formation was fully activated, and countless stars fell from the sky, so that those demonic monks who were caught off guard disappeared on the spot.
The Twelve Demon Sects were defeated in an instant, it was simply a joke.
…
Ning Daoran frowned, thinking he had miscalculated.
The two fourth-order formations in the inner mountain are a bit of a waste. The people from the Twelve Demon Sects simply do not have the ability to attack the inner mountain, let alone get their hands on the main peak.
"Everyone move out!"
He frowned and issued a secret order to all the Grade A and Grade B paper figures ambushed in the area near Bailong Mountain: "Destroy the Twelve Demon Sects, no mercy, kill them all!"
Suddenly, countless golden elixir auras rose in the mountains, so that all the cultivators who were scared away by the Falling Star Formation were hunted down, and it was difficult for any of them to escape.
"Xiao Qing!"
Ning Daoran waved the Green Ghost Flag and said, "Buffet, kill and eat at the same time, quick!"
"Yes, sir!"
Xiao Qing smiled gently, turned around and rushed forward, instantly strangling dozens of demon cultivators into blood, flesh and spirit, and then devouring their souls in one gulp. As an evil ghost with the combat power of the late Jindan stage, she was simply invincible when the other side was defeated! "Lao Lu, Xiao Bai, Xiao Hei Zi, Xiao Gui, stop watching the show, all of you get out and fight quickly!"
For a while, there were continuous roars in the mountains.
Many monks from the Twelve Demon Sects were in a state of panic, and they had no idea who was the demon! (End of this chapter)