Immortal Formula

  Chapter 61 The nine souls return to their positions, and the devil is coming!

With Ling Jizi's exclamation, Fan Yichen suddenly let out a gloomy laugh, and he shouted abruptly: "The sun and the moon cover the sky, and the eagle spreads its wings to prove that my great demon respects the world!" With a cry, the pair of armguards in his hand was suddenly thrown into the sky by him, and then the sky suddenly became dark, as if it was covered by a black screen. Then there was a loud rumbling sound, and a deep chanting sounded like an ancient song, which seemed to be an ancient ballad. Then there was a huge tremor on the ground!

   It was like encountering a mountain and a tsunami. The extremely huge fluctuations threw each of them into the sky, and then they were surprised to see the earth-shaking changes began to take place on the ground.

   All the mountains and rivers changed shape, and then turned down, and more peaks rose from the ground and plunged straight into the sky. The ground began to sink downward, and big bubbles popped up one by one, and then condensed into a solid ground, with cracks appearing on it, and broken corpses and weapons everywhere on the ground. In a blink of an eye, everyone It's like being in an ancient battlefield.

At this time, Fan Yichen Lingyue's body jumped high in the air. He had already taken out a flag in his hand, fluttering it in the wind, waving it in the air, and waving it in the air, and then taking him up, flying higher and higher, until it reached the height of the sky. In the high sky above everyone, he shouted: "The nine stars are gathered, please worship the general platform!"

Following his shout, the monks, who had already gradually landed on the ground, were surprised to find that eight more people took out their flags. As soon as they waved them, their bodies flew upwards, and the nine flags fluttered in the wind. The spiritual energy in the space flowed rapidly, and then the ground cracked a huge deep groove, and an altar rose from it.

  The altar was square-shaped, with a hunting flag on both sides, which rang in the wind. Fan Yichen bowed head-to-head and shouted, "Please ask the Demon Lord to take the throne!" Then he threw the flag in his hand.

The other eight people also threw the flags in their hands. The nine-pole flags took their place in the air, forming a magic circle. The surrounding spiritual energy gathered frantically towards here, and then slowly condensed a phantom in the air. He is several feet tall and stands tall. Step by step on the stage of worship!

  The phantom walked to the central seat and sat down slowly. Fan Yichen raised his hand, and a blue light shone on the array flag, which gave off an incomparably bright light. The phantom shouted slowly, "Let's come!" Then a pair of knee pads flew from the ground, quickly matching The phantoms merged together.

  The other person also mobilized the formation flag, and another flash of light flashed, and the phantom shouted: "Come on!" A pair of armguards flew up and merged with his arms.

   Heart goggles, combat boots, and back guard chain armor, one by one, the magic weapon flew up and spliced ​​together with the phantom. There is no way to say that these nine parts are integrated, and it really is a battle armor!

Everyone looked at the changes in the air in amazement. With the flow of the formation, the eight parts had already flown up, and even the pair of shoulder pads in Wufang's hands were merged on the shoulders of the phantom. In the air, a huge image of a general has emerged.

   At this time, the general said in a deep voice: "Come on!"

   The ninth array flag stood there quietly, as calm as an ancient well.

The general became frantic. He stomped the ground heavily with his feet and shouted loudly, "Head come, come head!" His feet stomped heavily on the platform of the generals. Every time he stomped, the space trembled. It's like the mountains are shaking.

  Fan Yichen and others also showed panic on their faces, obviously this was something they didn't expect in advance. He glanced at the bottom with sharp eyes in the air, and said in a deep voice, "Whoever hid the last piece, hand it over quickly!"

  Ling Jizi angrily said: "Fan Yichen, what are you doing! You have collected nine magical instruments, do you want to cross the river and demolish the bridge?"

   Fan Yichen laughed loudly: "Master Lingjizi, do you still have to explain what the cultivator Jiedan did?"

   Someone exclaimed: "He is a magic weapon, this is a battle armor!"

Fan Yichen sneered, "Patriarch please!" The nine people jumped up at the same time, they played countless complicated tricks in the air, and then the nine-pole array flag swayed quickly, and the thick spiritual energy condensed into a deep in the center. Tan, Fan Yichen took out a mirror from his sleeve, and took a look at it. It immediately reflected a large white light, and then condensed into a phantom in mid-air. It was Fan Sixian, the head of the Fan family!

   Wufang whispered: "This is the technique of Linguang shadowing!"

The so-called Linguang shadowing is a secret technique that can only be used by cultivators above the core. In a short period of time, one's own consciousness is transformed into a phantom and projected over. Although it cannot exert 10% of the deity's strength, it can fully Implementing the deity's thoughts is a kind of avatar technique, but if the phantom is damaged, the consciousness will be greatly damaged. Generally, few monks use this kind of secret technique.

   After the figure of Fan Sixian was projected, he stood quietly in the air, his voice sounded very stern, "Why don't you use the blood sacrifice technique?"

  Fan Yichen knelt down on one knee and replied, "Home Lord, the head hasn't returned yet!"

   Fan Sixian said coldly: "I sacrificed it with blood, how can I not return!" He turned around and shouted: "Worship the general!"

   The nine people slammed, Fan Yichen picked up a flag, fluttered in the wind, and suddenly became overwhelming. Fan Sixian took it and shouted, "Gods, please return to your place!" Countless pillars of light surged up from the ground like the Changhong Jingtian. Gu Yan looked at it carefully, and it happened to be ninety-nine!

He threw the flag into the air, and then a beam of light rushed up, rolling up the flag in mid-air, and then with a "pop", it broke into pieces in mid-air like a broken jade. , the little white light gathered together, and finally formed a human shape. With a wave of Fan Sixian's sleeves, a long picture flew out from his sleeve, and then he shouted, "Ji!" The human figure was suddenly absorbed on the picture.

   There was a scream in the crowd, and the Taoist Lingji gave a very shrill cry. The essence in his body seemed to be drained all at once, and the whole person collapsed like a deflated air bag. And a blood shadow rushed out of his body, slammed into the general's body quickly, and was immersed on the pair of armguards at once.

   The mottled armguards suddenly gleamed, as if they had radiated brilliance after many years of silence. Fan Sixian said coldly: "The first soul returns, the flag is coming!"

   (end of this chapter)