However, the beast cynical magic trick did not stop. As his magic trick accelerated, the phantoms of spirit beasts emerged from the depths of the void and hid into the spirit-detaining formation.

A cultivation quickly buried spirit stones at the foot of the formation.

When the phantom of the spirit beast enters the formation, it only needs to guide the spiritual power to induce it to transform the shadow of the spirit beast. These phantoms of the spirit beast have not condensed into shape, but have some oppressive effects on the gray bird that condenses its essence.

Seeing that Hei Lao San and Mo Xiaoqi were muttering something in a low voice, Zhang Hao concentrated on sending a voice, saying, "You two are not here to help quickly. Hei Lao San controls the five elements of fire and sets a fire net above the formation. Mo Xiaoqi quickly urges the sword intent in your body to hide everywhere."

When the two of them heard this, they immediately returned to the formation and performed their duties.

"Here, come... Master!" As soon as the beast tycoon finished speaking, a giant gray bird fell over the Red Dust Sword Sect. The huge pressure was approaching from the sky, and the gray bird made a sharp and harsh chirping sound from its mouth.

The sky above my head was changing endlessly, and waves of cold waves gathered from all directions, and the temperature on the entire Tianjian Peak suddenly dropped a lot.

Zhang Hao took a deep breath, took out a fifth-grade spirit stone and bounced it, and the spirit stone fell into the center's eye of the formation.

The spirit-retaining formation under his feet suddenly opened.

A giant bird that was exactly the same as the gray bird appeared from above the formation, with dark feathers and realistic shapes. Looking at the huge gray bird above its head, it screamed sharply with its long beak.

The beast cynical consciousness sensed the huge gray bird above his head and whispered in amazement: "This spirit gray bird is not easy to deal with, but fortunately it is not a spirit beast!"

Feeling the urgent chirping of the gray bird above the formation, the gray bird floating above the Hongchen Sword Gate looked at the gray bird on the formation with its head tilted obliquely.

As his wings shook, a huge gust of wind blew, and his body flew like lightning towards the formation where the gray bird was.

Zhang Hao's heart tightened slightly, and his magic tricks were pinching repeatedly, just as the bird had just fallen into the formation.

A magic trick flew up quickly.

Crystal light appeared one by one in the hidden talisman arrays.

The woods in the southwest seemed to have a dazzling light like a rising sun.

The dense fire nets of fire and fire appeared in the void and put the gray bird net into the formation. The fine sword intent, wrapped in a powerful fighting spirit that was moving forward, soared straight into the sky.

Mo Xiaoqi stood proudly with great energy, and the soul-breaking sword in his hand exuded a powerful murderous intent under the urging of spiritual power in his body.

The sword cultivator is the unyielding killing and decisive battles, and the unyielding struggle to overcome all obstacles.

The black old lady's face was as dark as ink, and she had been breaking through the ninth level of Qi training for several months. At this moment, when he was fully urging the Five Elements Fire to control the flames in the Spirit Detention Formation, something lurking in his body seemed to be awakened.

He seemed to fall into a volcano, with dazzling fires everywhere.

"Hot! So hot! In the boundless surging flames, a small ball of flames appeared up and down in the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness. The skin on the black Lao San's face quickly turned red, and the black on his face slowly faded. The face, which was originally as charred as ink, gradually turned red, and a thin red light burst out from the pores on his face.

The huge fiery red net in the spirit-detention array turned into red, gradually transforming from red to a golden-red light, and the flames became even more powerful.

The gray spirit gray bird was burned by the golden red flames and made a miserable and sharp sound.

The spiritual energy surged in the formation, and the pressure of souls spread out overwhelmingly.

Zhang Hao was located at the main array eye in the center of the formation, and was the first to be hit. The powerful soul pressure made him dizzy, as if he was hit by a huge stick with a blow. He felt white lights appear in front of him, starlight shining, and a dizzy feeling attacked, causing him to stagger to fall to the ground.

He shouted, and the Nine Yang Qi in his body rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness, and his mind gradually returned to clear. The Taoist robe flew up and danced. The Haoran Treasure with his hair tied up emitted a ball of silver-white and dazzling Haoran Qi and fought against the soul pressure above his head.

Chirping... chirping... chirping... chirping... sharp chirping, as if countless soldiers and soldiers were fighting.

A series of roars exploded in the sea of ​​consciousness of the crowd.

Zhang Hao roared angrily, like thunder. His voice gathered Haoran's spiritual power and exploded in the formation. The Lilong in his hand soared into the sky, and countless fine sword lights turned into flores toward the gray bird above his head.

The soul-breaking in Mo Xiaoqi's hand was like water from the cold abyss, cutting through the sky and killing the gray bird.

A golden light appeared in the beast cynical eyes, and countless phantoms of spirit beasts circled out from his body, making waves of thrilling roars.

The desolate, sad howling sounds mixed with the soul pressure of ancient beasts.

The gray bird above his head was dizzy, but he tried hard to resist all kinds of pressure. When Zhang Hao's fine sword intent fell on his wings, it drew fine silver lights.

Only Mo Xiaoqi's Ruyuan sword made a dull sound, like the sound of a sharp blade cutting a piece of rag.

puff!

The Cultivation in the formation was all happy when he heard this dull sound.

At this moment, the gray bird in the array shook its wings and felt like it was being hit by an electric shock. The feathers on both wings emitted a stream of gray smoke, and foul smell came out of the air.

A strange look appeared in Shang's long and narrow eyes. How could this gray bird be filled with its soul, so how could it release the gray smoke? Could it be that this thing was refined into a spiritual pet by life?

The souls of the people seemed to be pressed into the water, and waves of suffocating powerlessness were conveyed in the hearts of everyone.

Zhang Hao tried his best to circulate the spiritual energy in his body, but found that his billions of acupoints and pores seemed to be blocked at the same time. This gray airflow contained a strange smell, which could suppress the spiritual soul and the circulation of spiritual power of the cultivator.

The whole body became extremely heavy, and he couldn't even move his fingers.

But there is still a bright light in my mind.

Although the gray bird is trapped in the formation, it has not suffered any substantial damage. Even if it is severely damaged, it can be recovered as long as it is taken into the talisman and nourished with the power of the soul.

The gray air flow released behind it is the corpse and unjust soul energy collected by the left priest on the battlefield of the killing and slaughtering. The twilight air energy refined by fusing the evil energy of the Nine Yin lands can suppress the soul and suppress the spiritual power of the cultivator.

Zhang Hao felt his body getting heavier and heavier, as if he was about to fall into the underworld. His eyes opened slightly and saw that there was no slump in the position where he was sitting. He knew that this was just an illusion caused by the suppression of the soul. However, if he was suppressed like this, his soul would collapse and he would be absorbed by this spirit gray bird.

He tried his best to circulate the stars and practice Qi skills, but his body became heavier and heavier.

Many bizarre and weird phantoms appeared in their eyes.

Ghost soldiers of all sizes shuttled and ran, some held books and authors, some held forks and halberds, some ran around without heads, some had one legs and one arm, some had a big face, big belly and a giant beard, and some had long hypnotic bones.

These underworld ghost soldiers shuttled back and forth in the formation, flying towards the cultivation in the formation with their teeth and claws.

There was only one person in the formation, his mind was as water, and he was not affected at all. The gray smoke fell three feet around him and was burned into ashes by a purple flame.

The shadows of the ghost soldiers running back and forth turned into black smoke ashes ten feet away. The dark clouds rose and rolled in the spirit-detained formation.
Chapter completed!