Chapter 1016 Ji Wuhen

In that hidden underground palace.

Ji Wuhen's eyes were fixed on the sand table opposite. He used his hands to launch the wheel-like magic formula. A series of ink auras flew on the sand table, and then rolled up circles of ink seal characters.

In a sandbox the size of an acre.

The light and shadow of Xu Yang's figure flew to the ground from a high place.

"Mo Ying pursues!" Ji Wuhen used the magic formula in his hand to trigger, and hundreds of Mo Ying chased Xu Yang from top to bottom.

"Earth tigers surround and kill!" Ji Wuhen's magic formula changed, and hundreds of ink tigers instantly appeared on the ground of the sand table and swarmed up.

Seeing it, Xu Yang's light and shadow were surrounded by the wave of changeling beasts in the formation.

"Xu Yang, the Moyu Mountain and River Formation is powered by a ground line in Moyu Peak. It is also blessed by 18,000 formation talismans. The power of the formation's transformation is endless. Don't say you only have one person, there are hundreds of people. No one can escape from being trapped in this formation," Ji Wuhen said confidently with sweat on his cheeks.

To control such a huge formation, Ji Wuhen consumed a huge amount of energy.

At this moment, within the sand table, Xu Yang's light and shadow performed a psychic technique, and a hundred-foot golden thunder gate instantly rose from the ground...

Rumble.

The entire underground palace suddenly started shaking, the light in the underground palace flickered, and stones fell from the dome.

"The underground palace was attacked? Could it be that Xu Yang discovered the existence of this underground palace? Xu Yang's location seems to be seven or eight miles away from here. What technique can have such a huge attack power and directly attack the entire formation? "Ji Wuhen sat on the swaying ground, with a look of surprise on his face.

boom!

The crystal ball hanging on the sand table suddenly exploded, and a string of golden thunder arcs jumped out from the exploded crystal ball. In an instant, it turned into a golden thunder dragon, and rushed towards Ji Wuhen's position with its teeth and claws bared.

"Oops!" At this moment, Ji Wuhen was no longer as surprised as he was.

"The formation eye of the formation was destroyed, and the power of the spell fell directly into the underground palace through the formation eye."

Ji Wuhen's body, which was sitting cross-legged, immediately jumped up from the ground.

He tiptoed to the ground and flew upside down, wearing a gray robe like a frightened gray bird.

At the same time, he quickly held up an ancient scroll with both hands.

Ji Wuhen's cheeks quivered, and a stream of soul essence sprayed onto the scroll in his hand.

A pale golden light shone brightly on the surface of the scroll, and it unfolded immediately, reaching a size of about ten feet in the blink of an eye. Immediately afterwards, an ink dragon flew out of the scroll.

"The magic weapon technique - the soul leads the ink dragon!"

In mid-air in front of Ji Wuhen.

The ink spirit dragon spurred by the scroll magic weapon collided with the invading golden thunder dragon. The two bit each other like living creatures, splashing ink colors and golden arcs.

After a moment, the two collapsed together, and clusters of ink colors and streaks of golden thunder flew away in the underground palace.

After a while, the shaking in the underground palace stopped.

In the huge sand table, the "scenery" of grass, trees, hills, mountains, rivers and rivers are completely absent, and they are all like scorched earth.

Tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk.

Within the sand table, black talismans emerged. These talismans all showed signs of sluggishness, their surfaces were filled with holes destroyed by lightning arcs, and they soon turned into ink-colored powder.

boom!

The entire sand table collapsed.

Ji Wuhen quickly unfolded the ancient scroll in his hand to protect his body. The shock wave from the explosion of the sand table hit the surface of the scroll, splashing circles of ink-colored light waves, but it could not damage the magic weapon itself.

Although Ji Wuhen, who was hiding behind the scroll, was not harmed, he was already disgraced.

The dome fell off, the sand table was destroyed, and the ground was in a mess.

"This?" Ji Wuhen looked at the situation in front of him, his heart filled with surprise.

"The psychic technique that Xu Yang just used actually destroyed the entire Black Feather Mountain and River Formation. Why did the Golden Thunder Gate that appeared have the aura of Buddhism, but also the hostility of a demon cultivator?"

Ji Wuhen frowned, looked up in one direction, and whispered in his mouth: "The preparation for such a large Moyu Mountain and River Formation took more than half a month, but it was destroyed by Xu Yang in less than half a stick of incense. This son is really It's very impressive. Since Yudao Sect was attacked by the shadow organization at night, no disciples in the Seven Peaks are allowed to go down the mountain at will. Next, only I will take action myself.

The adults arrived, no matter how talented Xu Yang was, he would never be able to escape. "

Ji Wuhen rolled up his big sleeves, and a dark aura flew around his body before disappearing.

...

on the ground.

Xu Yang used the technique of "Thunder Escape-Golden Thunder to Kill the World" and changed the landscape of a ten-mile radius.

Xu Yang couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he looked at the large area of ​​land around him that had been destroyed by the power of golden thunder into scorched earth.

He lowered his head and glanced at his hands, and whispered to himself: "Since swallowing the body of the six-star demon scorpion and the power of the demon pill, my body has become more and more compatible with the Yuan Demon bloodline, and I have become more comfortable controlling the three-color vortex in my body. , this may be the true meaning of the Demonic Whirlpool Realm.”

Xu Yang has a new understanding of the power of the Demonic Vortex Realm, but he is also worried that after advancing to the Demonic Vortex Realm, if he cannot control the Yuanmo bloodline well, there is a huge risk of completely falling into the demonic path.

...

On Xu Yang's shoulder, a black demon fire rolled up, revealing the body of the demon dragon Ming Lin.

"Ouch! My dear." The demon dragon Minglin squatted on Xu Yang's shoulder and looked at the "scorched earth hell" around him. He rubbed his eyes with his little dragon claws and looked at them carefully, "Master Xu Yang, these are all Did you do it? I really like you more and more."

Xu Yang curled his lips, and then said: "People who are close to ink will be black. Isn't this the violent scene you like?"

The demon dragon Minglin nodded his black head non-stop.

The violent little black felt more and more that his original choice was extremely correct.

At this moment, the demon dragon Minglin looked at Xu Yang in front of him, and a strong sense of belonging rose in his heart. It wanted the man in front of him to take it with violence and fly together...

Xu Yang looked behind him, "Lan Xingjun and Chi Yangjun are still chasing behind. We should leave. This is not a place to stay for long."

Minglin, squatting on Xu Yang's shoulder, stretched out his nose and sniffed, then said: "Master Xu Yang, why do I smell the scent of ink again?"

Xu Yang looked up and looked forward, his consciousness spread out, and his brows frowned slightly, "It's the peak master on Mo Yu Peak."

At this moment, more than ten feet away from Xu Yang, in the empty air.

A black rune suddenly appeared out of thin air, and the rune twisted, revealing a "door" character that was one person tall.

The "door" character took shape in an instant, opened with a whoosh, and a figure floated out.

Without him, the person who came was Ji Wuhen, the leader of Moyu Peak.

With the appearance of Ji Wuhen, the word "door" behind him turned into a flying black and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Ji Wuhen pointed his finger at Xu Yang opposite him and said sternly: "Xu Yang, do you know your mistake?"

Xu Yang saw the dust on Ji Wuhen's body and knew that the formation just now must have been controlled by this guy himself.

"Master Ji Wuhen, what did I, Xu Yang, do wrong?" Xu Yang asked back.

"You trespassed into the forbidden area of ​​Yu Dao and destroyed the Mo Yu Mountain and River formation of Mo Yu Peak, and you still don't surrender."

"This?" Xu Yang was speechless for a moment. This time he came to Yu Dao Gate uninvited, and the formation under his feet was indeed destroyed by him just now. But he couldn't reason with Ji Wuhen here. If time went on, the two sword cultivators of Lan Xingjun and Chi Yangjun would catch up with him, and they would have to use swords to speak.

"This is all a misunderstanding." Xu Yang forced a smile, "I have something else to do, so I won't chat with you, Master. Goodbye."

After saying that, Xu Yang turned around and was about to leave.

Ji Wuhen on the opposite side had a cold expression on his face, and a shadow flashed across from him and blocked Xu Yang.

Ji Wuhen flipped his hand and held the scroll magic weapon in his hand. With a push of his magic power, a black dragon vortex emerged from the surface of the scroll and surrounded his body.

At this moment, Ji Wuhen knew in his heart that Xu Yang could destroy the entire Mo Yu Mountain and River Array with one blow, and he must not underestimate him.

"My Yu Dao Sect has always been upright. Xu Yang, you are wrong first, don't even think about leaving."

Ming Lin, who was squatting on Xu Yang's shoulder, said: "Master Xu Yang, don't waste time talking to this guy, just do it. This time, it's my turn to do something."

After he finished speaking, Ming Lin's body turned into a dark dragon aura and sank into Xu Yang's body. The black demonic aura on Xu Yang's body rose, and a ten-foot-long black dragon image appeared faintly behind him.

With the fusion of the demonic dragon's power, Xu Yang's performance jumped over the Yuanhun realm and directly came to the second level of the Daoming realm.

It seemed that he was at the same level as Ji Wuhen on the opposite side.

"If you want to fight, then fight!" Xu Yang glared, "A good dog doesn't block the road."

"You? Unreasonable!" Hearing Xu Yang scolding him, Ji Wuhen, who was the most Confucian disciple in Yu Dao Sect, was also ignited with a nameless anger in his heart.

Xu Yang waved his hands in surprise, "Master Ji Wuhen, you are wrong. I didn't say you are a good dog, I said the dog standing behind you."

"Behind you?" Ji Wuhen was angry, "Is there really a dog behind me?"

Ji Wuhen turned his head, and saw nothing.

"Fooled?" Ji Wuhen cursed in his heart.

"If being unreasonable is a mistake, then I, Xu Yang, have made the same mistake again and again today."

The black dragon wings behind Xu Yang rolled up, and a string of flying black demon fire was dragged behind him. Rushing forward, punching out the dragon shape, the posture of the demon dragon swallowing the sky.

The opposite Ji Wuhen hurriedly turned his head and retreated backwards. His body was protected by a black dragon, and he was wearing a gray robe and a black shadow. When he unfolded the book in his hand, it was the momentum of the mountains and rivers.

The two of them entangled in one place.

The demon fire burned the sky and the earth, and the book fell into the river.

One is the extremely wild and extremely powerful Demon Dragon Fire Dao, and the other is the seemingly gentle but extremely destructive magic weapon illusion Dao.

The two fought back and forth, attacking and defending each other.

Where the moves collided, the demon dragon roared, the Mo Mountain suppressed, the demon fire burned the wild, and the Mo River flowed.

Xu Yang had a general understanding of Ji Wuhen's combat power in his heart, "Ji Wuhen is worthy of being one of the seven peak masters of Yu Dao Sect. His skills are powerful and his Mo Ling illusion Dao is magical. If I continue to entangle with him like this, I am afraid that I will not be able to tell the winner in a day."

Ji Wuhen on the opposite side also had a personal experience of Xu Yang's ability, "What kind of way is this Xu Yang? As a disciple of the Heavenly Ghost Sect, he is not performing a simple ghost Dao technique. It is really rare to fuse the power of the demon dragon and be half demon and half ghost. If I don't use my full strength, I am afraid I will suffer."

In mid-air, the two figures suddenly separated.

Xu Yang raised a fist, blew the flying black demonic fire on his fist with his mouth, and said jokingly: "Master Peak Master, let my fist reason with you."

Ji Wuhen's eyes turned cold: "Xu Yang, you will pay the price for your unreasonableness."

Then, Ji Wuhen unfolded the ancient scroll in his hand in front of him.

The scroll unfolded and suddenly turned into a huge scroll of several feet. The surface of the scroll was covered with ink runes, and the spiritual light flashed colorfully, and the voice of a Confucian poet's chanting was heard.

"Ink language and Confucianism, clouds and winds sing, mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the world is singing..."

One by one, powerful ink spirits flowed out from the scroll magic weapon.

The spirit is natural, and the world is in ink.

And in the void behind Ji Wuhen, a huge ink-colored river appeared, which was many times more majestic than the real river.

Dao Realm - Ink Realm River and Mountains!

Ink Realm River and Mountains, according to legend, is one of the holy realms of Confucianism. Only the noble gentleman with ink spirits has the opportunity to travel in it.

With the blessing of the powerful power of the Dao Realm, Ji Wuhen's body aura broke through directly from the second level of the original Daoming Realm, and it seemed to be stable in the first level of the Tianjie Realm.

"Spiritual Communication - Ink Sea Tide Rising!"

The next moment, a sea of ​​ink rushed out from the surface of the huge scroll in front of Ji Wuhen. The ink spirit suddenly rose thousands of feet, rolling up the monstrous power of the spirit, like a real dragon of ink.

Using the magic book as a medium, Ji Wuhen performed a powerful spiritualism.

"It is said that Ji Wuhen is the first person in the Heavenly Tribulation Realm in the Yu Dao Sect. Now it seems that even a true Heavenly Tribulation Realm cultivator may not be his opponent." Xu Yang stared at Ji Wuhen opposite him and made a quick judgment in his heart.

Xu Yang's consciousness moved.

In the void behind him, an extremely huge fire starry sky appeared. In the fire starry sky, countless fire stars were chanting, and a flaming divine bird with a thin neck and a long tail spread its wings and soared into the sky.

Dao Realm - Ming Suzaku!

With the blessing of the Ming Suzaku Dao Realm, Xu Yang's performance of his body was raised to a higher level, and it can be said that he had stepped into the Heavenly Tribulation Realm by half a step.

"Fist technique - Fire Wing Demon Dragon Cannon!"

Fist out! Dragon roar!

A fist fire suddenly reached a thousand feet, black lightning and red fire, a double-winged demon dragon, blasting away the blackness of the day and blasting away a wild realm.