I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

The Yuan Dynasty soldiers who were originally fighting with the Nanhua army disappeared mysteriously, and a large area of ​​the battlefield was instantly empty.

The old man in the cloak felt that what he had learned was already extraordinary, but after seeing the methods of the Taoist Master today, he realized that he was nothing compared to the real one.

He pointed at Yan Xiu and asked with trembling lips: "You...what kind of sorcery is this?!"

Yan Xiu raised his eyebrows.

The dignified Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Techniques turned into sorcery in your mouth?

If this is considered a sorcery, then this blood river and dried bones formation is probably a hundred times more evil.

"A dead man doesn't need to know so much."

Yan Xiu was too lazy to explain and slowly recovered his spiritual power. The move he just displayed had consumed a lot of his spiritual power.

The old man snorted coldly, suppressed his shocked expression, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes.

Yan Xiu's move really surprised him.

Wouldn't it be great if I could torture him and take this magical power into my own hands?

"That's fine. I hope you can still say such unrepentant words when you are struggling in my formation."

Although Yan Xiu's move of stars and constellations was truly eye-opening, the old man was still confident in his own formation.

After all, this formation actually killed a powerful Hunyuan realm expert hundreds of years ago.

Although that person had just entered the Hunyuan Realm, he was still stronger than ten Tiangang Realm warriors.

The further one practices in the martial arts, the more terrifying the gap becomes, like a chasm.

The old man in the cloak was muttering to himself.

The surface of the blood-colored light column that had absorbed millions of Nanhua soldiers began to emit wisps of blood mist, covering an area of ​​more than ten miles in radius.

Then blood rain fell, and the sky and earth were filled with a strong smell of blood.

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As soon as a drop of blood rain fell on a person's body, it would erode a bloody hole, which was extremely horrifying.

As the blood rain gradually got heavier, the soldiers seemed like snowmen being poured with a basin of boiling water on their heads, and their flesh and blood melted rapidly.

In the end, only skeletons were left scattered on the ground, and the entire battlefield looked like a Shura hell.

Countless cries of unwilling death could be heard in the ears, making one's scalp tingle.

And the red sky curtain was entangled in the air, as if an invisible pair of hands were weaving them into shape.

In less than half a minute, a huge head without facial features appeared in front of Yan Xiu.

The old man flew to the top of his head and immersed Qin Mingrui, who was wrapped like a mummy in red thread, into his head.

Then the face of the head began to wriggle wildly, and the facial features gradually took shape, which was exactly the appearance of Qin Mingrui.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, obviously very satisfied with his work.

"You, the Great Yuan Daoist Master, have not disgraced your reputation by dying in this blood river and dried bones formation of mine."

After he finished speaking, the head and facial features were completely formed.

It opened its bloody mouth and let out a shrill roar.

The blood rain that was falling from the sky suddenly changed direction and turned into extremely sharp blood needles that pierced towards Yan Xiu.

Faced with the overwhelming attack, Tianyi burst out with dazzling light, blocking countless blood needles three feet in front of Yan Xiu, unable to move forward even a bit.

Yan Xiu waved his sleeves lightly, and the numerous blood needles instantly lost their blood color, lost their spirituality, and fell to the ground.

The old man in the cloak said nothing and stamped his foot suddenly.

Countless red filaments hung from the broken neck of the bloody head, floating down onto the skeleton like tentacles.

The skeletons of soldiers scattered all over the battlefield shook suddenly.

Then the white skeleton was dyed scarlet all over, as if it had been a sponge soaked in blood.

Click.

Thousands of crimson skeletons stood up like puppets, their bones colliding with each other and making a clattering sound, and they flew towards Yan Xiu frantically.

If someone else saw this terrifying scene, they would probably not be able to use even 50% of their skills.

But Yan Xiu just remained expressionless, allowing himself to be overwhelmed by the creepy skeletons that kept coming.

"Humph, what an arrogant person!"

The old man looked at Yan Xiu who didn't put up any resistance, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly.

He had seen countless people throughout history who had maintained their high cultivation levels, but without exception, they all died in his hands.

Today, the Great Yuan Dao Zun will have the same ending.

After a stick of incense.

A bone ball with a diameter of about ten feet, made up of bones, was suspended in the air, with drops of blood oozing from the bottom from time to time.

The old man in the cloak laughed strangely, stretched out his skinny right hand like a chicken claw, and suddenly clenched it.

The bone ball instantly made a crackling sound and collapsed in several places.

But the old man's face did not show a look of success, instead he frowned.

"I want to see how strong your bones are."

A hint of ruthlessness flashed across his brows, and he activated the formation again.

The bone ball was affected by the formation and shrank again.

Just when the old man thought he had it easily captured, cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the solid bone ball.

And there were faint wisps of purple light leaking out from the crack.

Before the old man could react, countless cracks exploded, and the seemingly indestructible bone ball instantly scattered all over the ground.

Yan Xiu held the Ziyuan Sword in his hand and swung it gently towards the bloody head in the distance.

The long sword in his hand fell, and the sword energy emitted was like a curtain of sky falling down, heading straight for the old man and the head of the man who looked like Qin Mingrui.

The old man suddenly felt horrified and terrified. He quickly controlled his head to avoid the sword energy.

But then several more sword energies attacked, blocking the old man's retreat.

Seeing this, the old man had no choice but to grit his teeth and force a drop of blood from the tip of his tongue into the head.

The head, nourished by the essence and blood, made sounds like ghosts howling and wolves howling, and its entire body turned even more blood-red.

Facing the sword energy, he no longer dodged, but opened his bloody mouth and flew straight up.

puff!

However, the sword energy that could split mountains and seas was swallowed up by the bloody head, and after a muffled sound, there was no movement.

Faced with the subsequent sword energies, the old man controlled the heads and swallowed them one after another.

"Hehehe, little Taoist, let's see what else you can do. Don't even think about breaking my formation today. If you can keep your body intact, you will win!"

A smile appeared on Yan Xiu's lips.

"You are still pretending to be me when you are about to die. You are looking for death!"

The old man got furious when he saw Yan Xiu acting so nonchalant in this situation.

Two drops of extremely rich blood tears slid from the eyes of the bloody head, and turned into two bloody figures that rushed towards Yan Xiu.

After the tears of blood dripped, the blood color of the whole head seemed to become a little darker.

The aura emitted by these two blood-colored figures is extremely astonishing, and there is already a hint of the extraordinaryness of the Hunyuan Realm.

Faced with the bloody figure coming to attack him, Yan Xiu put away the Ziyuan Sword.

Without any movement from him, the bloody rain that had been falling continuously suddenly stopped.

A thick dark cloud floated over the horizon, and faint sounds of lightning and thunder could be heard from it.

Yan Xiu's blue shirt fluttered in the wind without moving.

Tiny strands of lightning were faintly visible around him, and his eyes were also filled with arcs of purple electricity.

As he gradually rose into the air, the dark cloud had already covered the entire battlefield.

Yan Xiu pointed his fingers together suddenly.

A divine thunder as thick as a water tank emerged from the dark clouds and struck directly at the two bloody figures.

The old man only felt dizzy for a moment, and when he came to his senses, the bloody figure transformed by the blood of the two earth essences had been struck into powder by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

Yan Xiu looked down at the old man with indifference in his eyes.

His black hair danced in the wind and there was a purple light flickering in his eyes.

Visible lightning and lightning were entwined and jumping around his body, making him look as powerful as a thunder god who had descended to earth.