Burn the holy inn.
Eight black dragons pulled Shengxuan tightly and flew into the sky.
Behind it were several Buddha statues that were very powerful but slow to catch up.
The scene seemed a little funny for a while.
"Don't run! You little bitch, if you have the guts, get off that chariot!"
Li Qingran glanced back, looking at the old nun who was sitting on top of the Buddha statue in a rage, and snorted, "Don't chase after that bastard!"
The old nun is very powerful.
These Buddha statues are very powerful.
But they are too slow and don't have any special attack methods. These Buddha statues rely on their extremely hard bodies and terrifying strength to move forward and backward, and being surrounded by them is really not a good thing.
What a pity~
The Dragon Saint Xuan given by the master is too crucial.
Although once the dragon is surrounded, it will be killed.
But the two dragons taking turns flying was enough to delay some time.
"Hold on! When Master comes back, he will avenge your brother!"
Li Qingran touched the dragon's big head.
Just now, a dragon was surrounded and killed by the Buddha statues.
Other dragons wanted to take revenge but she temporarily dissuaded them.
If we really want to rush there, won't the Calabash Brothers save Grandpa?
"Damn girl!"
The old nun stared at the black dragons flying all over the sky and rolled her eyes in anger.
The Buddha statues she controlled could also fly, but they were certainly no match for these dragon-blooded monsters that were born with the ability to soar into the sky. Now that Fen Jing Sheng was under attack, it would not be her business if the other side was penetrated, but if there was a problem with the prison, Fen Ye would come back and peel off her skin twice!
The old nun shuddered at the thought of the torture she might face.
She frowned and bit her tongue.
Now that things have come to this, we must resolve the issue quickly.
"You little bitch, you forced me to do this!"
The nun bit her tongue fiercely, and a stream of blood spurted out of her mouth. She formed a pair of bloody hands in front of the jar and quickly formed seals, shouting angrily: "Prajna Buddhas, Arhats of the Eight Directions, come and form a formation quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Buddha's light appeared from the bodies of three Buddha statues.
They immediately stopped chasing Long Shengxuan, who was flying wildly in the sky, and flew towards the edge of the lotus pond.
Li Qingran also noticed the abnormality of the Buddha statue and looked down.
There was a loud roar, and the whole lotus pond was shaking. Three pedestals rose up around the lotus pond, and the three Buddha statues each found their own pedestal and sat down.
"This... the center of the formation?"
Li Qingran frowned slightly.
The three bases must be the secondary array center.
No one knows where the main array's eye is hidden.
The three Buddha statues can be said to be the materials or the carriers of the array eye.
She felt vaguely uneasy. This old nun had been busy for a long time, but she didn't seem to pose any threat. Could she be planning a big move with this formation?
As the three Buddha statues returned to their places.
The nun flipped her bloody hands again, changing her hand seals, and growled ferociously.
"The power of all Buddhas, add to my body!"
boom--!
The three Buddha statues are facing the old nun at the same time.
Golden Buddha power surged out from the Buddha statue and gathered towards the old nun from all directions.
Under the nourishment of Buddha's power, the clay pot containing the old nun broke into pieces, and flesh and blood grew wildly on the old nun's body. However, the flesh and blood was pale and emitted a strong stench, which did not smell like good meat.
"Hehehe! You little bitch, you're forcing me to do this!"
The old nun's body was wrapped in corpse flesh, and she became a huge monster more than ten feet tall, but her head remained unchanged, like a leather ball with a pale mountain of flesh growing on it.
"I didn't want to use this method. Every time I use it, a part of my body will be damaged... But it doesn't matter. As long as I kill you and eat these eight little dragons, I will have a brand new body!"
When Li Qingran saw the old nun become like this, he immediately ordered the remaining eight dragons to fly higher. She had already fought with this old nun, and her sword could not break the statue's defense, so she could only delay time.
However, the usual tactics are no longer effective.
"Still running? Hehehe!"
The old nun took a deep breath.
A strong wind suddenly blew up in the lotus pond, causing the water to surge and the flowers and leaves to dance wildly.
The spiritual energy around her was like a hundred bodies returning to the sea, all of which was swallowed up by her body, and her upper body quickly expanded like a balloon.
Then two pale big hands curled into trumpets around the mouth.
roar--! ! ! "A shocking lion roar exploded!
Circle after circle of golden sound waves were like invisible hammers, instantly tearing through the air and forming fan-shaped shock waves visible to the naked eye.
Wherever it passed, debris flew, trees were broken, and deep furrows were plowed in the fields.
The devastating sound waves simultaneously rolled towards Li Qingran and the eight dragons flying in the air.
In the front, the attack on the Buddha statue can still be avoided by relying on the dragon's flexibility and speed.
It turned out that this sound wave attacked indiscriminately from all directions. There was no way to hide and one could only defend passively.
Eight dragons surrounded Li Qingran, and the demonic energy condensed on the surface of their bodies to form a shield. This was the usual defense method used by the demon race, very barbaric and simple but very useful.
But after withstanding three waves of sound in a row, the shield was still broken.
Li Qingran and the eight dragons were simultaneously shaken by the sound waves, their consciousness became blurred, and their bodies fell to the ground uncontrollably.
The old nun was overjoyed to see that she had succeeded in her attack. She stretched out her two big hands, drooling, and ran like crazy towards the landing point of Li Qingran's eight dragons.
However, just as she was about to approach Li Qingran.
“Get lost—!”
A black knife surrounded by demonic flames fell from the sky and in a flash, it cut off the old nun's arms.
Immediately following the knife light, a figure fell, with demonic energy surging around her like a black tide, almost completely engulfing her body.
Wei's pair of scarlet eyes burning with bloodthirsty desire penetrated the vortex of demonic energy and stared coldly at the enemy in front of him.
"Demon cultivator?!" The old nun looked at Mo Shumei in surprise: "Did you come with the True Martial Saint's people?" The corners of her mouth curled up in an exaggerated arc, and she laughed: "Great, great! Doesn't the True Martial Saint claim to be so righteous? He actually accepted demon cultivators and associated with them. Wonderful, really wonderful!"
Mo Shumei didn't answer, but just turned around and glanced at Li Qingran.
It was discovered that the eight dragons protected Li Qingran very well, except that the negative effect of the lion's roar had not yet ended, and both the man and the dragon were still dizzy.
[Girl, I warn you, your cultivation at the level of a spirit can only last for one stick of incense. After that, you will definitely be attacked by the evil spirit...]
[I'm not kidding you this time. If you take too big a step, you might really die! 】
Mo Shumei's waist trembled and her tone was hurried.
But she just held the handle of the knife and snorted coldly: "Bullshit!"
The next second, she stepped forward with both feet, and her figure flashed towards the Buddha statue like a ghost.
"Die!" With a low shout, the blade cut through the air, leaving an exaggerated crescent moon of demonic energy.
The old nun crossed her regrown hands in front of her body, and her pale arms turned into rock at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Snap——!
The knife flashed, followed by a crisp sound of "clang".
An inverted golden bell appeared behind the old nun.
This sharp blow only left a shallow black mark on the arm.
"So weak?" The old nun looked at Mo Shumei with a gloomy look, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:
"Although I don't know why you, a demon cultivator, want to associate with the people of Zhenwu Sheng...
But your skin is pretty good too! Become the nourishment for my old self! ”
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