Immortal Formula

  Chapter 64 The Suppression of the Qing Palace

Wufang stood behind him and said in a deep voice: "They are using the formation technique as a substitute. Nine bloods refine the soul, and eight souls have already returned, only this one is missing. The nine souls cannot be unified, so The divine soul that meets in front will dissipate. As long as it lasts for twelve hours, this puppet will naturally dissipate, and the divine soul will be transformed into the vitality of heaven and earth, and will never be reborn.”

Yue Mingge smiled bitterly: "Not to mention twelve hours, I'm afraid even this one hour can't last!" The puppet in front of him raised his big hand, and a huge battle axe appeared in his hand, and then heavily Cut off!

   The three quickly dodged, and each released their own spiritual weapons. The big axe slashed in the air, and suddenly formed a strange swirling current in the air, as if the axe had sucked all the spiritual energy within a few feet of the surrounding area, and their spiritual tools could no longer show their power.

Fan Yichen, who was sitting on his shoulders, sneered. He waved the flag again, and the puppet slashed horizontally with a big axe. The blue cloud cone also lost its luster and fell down.

At this time, the eight people behind them rolled up the flags at the same time, and the eight flags danced and flew in the wind. , Condensed in the air, Fan Yichen said in a deep voice, "This fellow Daoist, haven't you handed over your things yet?"

  Gu Yan raised her head slightly and looked at him. Although the heights of the two were as different as the sky, she was not afraid, just said calmly: "If you hand it over, can you let us go?"

Fan Yichen listened to her tone with a sense of loosening, and immediately said with great joy: "My patriarch once said that everyone who holds the parts can exchange for a foundation pill, this agreement is still valid. As long as you hand it over now That helmet, after the battle, a Foundation Establishment Pill will definitely be presented!"

   Gu Yan said lightly: "Does your family think we are blind? If the Fan family can still keep the promise, wouldn't the eight people who just died are innocent?"

  Fan Yichen's face showed a wicked smile: "I persuade you not to listen to good words, don't blame me for being cruel!"

  Yue Mingge said loudly: "Fan Sixian's private practice of magic arts has violated Luodi's taboos. Neither the Shangqing Palace nor the other five families can tolerate him. Why do you follow him again and again?"

  Wufang whispered: "They won't listen to these. If the method of nine blood refines the soul, if it doesn't work, the nine people who perform the spell must sacrifice their lives, otherwise everyone will be backlashed!"

Yue Mingge said in a deep voice, "It seems that I can only fight for it!" He suddenly let out a loud roar, and then the long gown on his body shattered, revealing a pure white Taoist robe with gossip embroidered on it. pattern. With a hand, he tore off a long jade belt from his waist, raised his hand and waved it out.

Then he held nine incense sticks in his right hand, and said, "Please use the fire!" Gu Yan opened the palm of his hand, and the lamp appeared in the palm of his hand. She twitched her lips and blew it gently, and a purple streamer flowed smoothly. With her lips extended forward, all the way to the wick, and then a purple flame flew out.

The flame extended into a fiery snake in mid-air, and the nine incense heads were quickly ignited. Yue Mingge threw his hand and said, "Please calm your soul!" The cloth is formed into a formation. Then his body jumped up in the air, the disc appeared in his palm again, and he shouted: "Get up!" Nine misty smoke rose from the ground.

  Fan Yichen said in surprise: "You are Zhenhunxiang, are you from the Shangqing Palace?"

  Yue Mingge didn't answer, he recited something in his mouth, and the nine strands of white smoke became firmer and firmer, like nine strands of rope, firmly tied to the puppet's body. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Two fellow Taoists, please protect the Dharma for me!"

Needless to say, Gu Yan took out the earth spirit beads long ago, and a thick earth spirit energy covered Yue Mingge's whole body, and Wufang also took off the black cloak on his body that never left his body, revealing that he had never left his body. Don't show your true face. It was a young man with fair skin and a very delicate face. Gu Yan looked at him strangely, and felt that if he dressed up, he would probably be more like a girl than himself.

Wu Fang saw Gu Yan glanced at him a few times, his face was a little red, he turned his head, he raised the cloak in his hand, tossed it into the air, and then it fluttered and expanded ten times, becoming a The black light curtain surrounded Yue Mingge.

Yue Mingge said in his mouth: "Shangqing is higher than the western sky, and the soul goes back to congeal like a mountain. Town!" His left hand held the disc high, and his right hand pressed the magic formula down, and then in mid-air As if it condensed into a hill, it pressed down. The nine ropes made of white smoke quickly rushed towards the puppet's body.

Seeing this, Fan Yichen's expression changed. He took out a loud arrow from his arms and threw it into the sky quickly. At the same time, the big flag in his hand was swung, and the big axe in the puppet's hand was waving with his movements. Get up and slash heavily towards the nine ropes!

  Yue Mingge shouted: "Tie!" The rope wrapped tightly around the axe, and the two sides couldn't fight in mid-air. He shouted, "Burn him with fire!"

Gu Yan held the lamp with her left hand, pinched the magic art with her right hand, and raised it towards the wick, a purple fire rose from her palm, erupted quickly, and then condensed into a purple fireball, violently in mid-air. The ground exploded, turning into countless small purple light spots, which slammed into the air like a dense net, and went down as a hood against the puppet.

   Seeing these purple flames, the puppet seemed to be very frightened. As soon as the big axe was in his hand, he was about to step back.

  Fan Yichen gritted his teeth and waved the flag in his hand desperately. The eight monks behind him also waved the flag at the same time.

   At this time, a very majestic voice came from the air: "Why can't the heads be merged?"

   With this voice, a faint phantom appeared in the air, it was Fan Sixian, the head of the Fan family. He is still the image of the Eguanbo belt, watching them with great majesty in his eyes.

  Fan Yichen said: "Going home, there are people who are obstructing, and the head can't be returned!"

   Fan Sixian said coldly, "Can't we get rid of it?"

   "The disciples are beyond their means!"

"Trash!" A look of anger suddenly appeared on Fan Sixian's face, he seemed to step out of the void with one step, and a pair of eyes stared at the three like copper bells, and said in a deep voice, "How dare you disobey one of you? Pill cultivator!"

   (end of this chapter)