The villain has been playing badly for ten years

He was so frightened that he almost trembled.

He muttered something in a hurry, and saw the flying soul locks coming from all directions above the purple devil's claws.

They intertwined into an impenetrable net in the air. When Ning Xiusu saw this, he was surrounded by shimmering flames, just like a blooming lotus, and his blue-green color instantly transformed into a terrifying evil star.

The green chain gradually broke under the burning of the ghost fire, and the raindrops in the sky fluttered and moved. The blood light was like a strong wind, sweeping up thousands of bone-scraping blades, swooping down in an instant, almost approaching him.

The偃人 (偃人) made by Bai Luofu is fragile and will crumble into smoke if touched at all.

The Yanren named Feng Heng didn't dare to fight head-on. Since he couldn't defend the place where the flag was, he suddenly retreated quickly.

Unexpectedly, the Blood Shadow Technique has spread everywhere, and once it finds a target, it will follow closely.

He was quickly wrapped into a cocoon and was about to shatter into pieces, but unexpectedly, a brilliant ray of light suddenly appeared and shattered the countless blood shadows with a loud bang.

In the light, several colorful streamers happened to be flying brilliantly, and he was almost slapped in the face, breaking his mask.

"How stupid, how stupid."

Until a childish voice was heard again, and a hint of maroon appeared where the purple mist and yellow light intersected.

Liuliu's long hair hung down to her ankles, and the fine luster on her skirt made it even more gorgeous. On her snow-white little face, she blinked her strange eyes innocently.

Feng Heng covered his crystal head and pointed at her angrily:

"You damn girl! You..."

She snorted without turning her head.

"You ungrateful little stone! Aunt Liu only threatened me with the Jade Pot. Otherwise, I wouldn't have saved you!!!"

This person is not dead...

Ning Xiusu was not too surprised.

Then, she turned into a ray of light, grabbed Feng Heng, and threw him in the opposite direction like a pendulum, just flying out of the dark yellow magic circle.

At the same time, rolling dark clouds rose up, and countless dazzling golden thunders broke through the clouds like a dragon emerging from the sea.

Ning Xiusu raised his eyes and saw a string of bone bells suddenly appear above the magic circle. In the misty purple air, it turned into a dark yellow glow.

A dim yellow light flickered, and countless Yanren who had been shattered into powder gradually gathered together into human form and guarded the position of the flag.

A group of Yan people shouted loudly, and Yun Qun appeared again. His black clothes were stained with red and swayed in the wind. Suddenly, he and countless Yan people moved like the wind. Several black flags also changed their positions and turned into countless huge devil claws.

Ning Xiu frowned unconsciously. It seemed that these偃人 were not real. Except for the one just now, the rest were just chaos caused by the magic circle.

It seems that as long as these flags exist, they can never be removed.

He made a hand gesture and moved faster than lightning, instantly approaching a group of Yan people.

The blood rain seemed to turn into a thin blade that scraped the bones, and it swept up with the body. Wherever it went, it was like thousands of sharp blades, emitting a sharp whistling sound that made people's scalps numb.

The group of Yan people put their hands together, as if they were stepping on seven stars. Mist was rising from the magic circle, and the situation was changing strangely. The flags were fluttering, and purple light burst out from it and condensed into the shape of devil's claws, which blocked the thrilling killing moves time and time again.

Mixed in it were countless dark leaves and flying needles, which hit him in the head.

The black iron edge of the flying needle flashed with a faint green light, and it flew past his ear like a blade.

Ning Xiusu jerked his head aside, and the air wave from the flying needle brushed past his cheek, leaving a faint blood mark on his face.

He immediately formed seals with his hands, and in the blink of an eye, blue flames rose up, and a huge Qinghui talisman instantly appeared in front of him, revealing a bright and clear moonlight in the blue-green color.

The strong wind, carrying a bloody smell, raged everywhere, and the flying sand and rocks were intertwined with the bloody light and shadow. Countless blood shadows covered the sky, like maggots in the tarsal bones, wrapping a group of Yan people into countless red cocoons, which all burst open.

According to what Xinzhu saw, there were only a few people left in the fog. The magic circle suddenly shone brightly, and the eight flags moved without wind.

Suddenly, a burst of energy came like an evil spirit, shaking the air into pieces.

Huge rolling knives suddenly appeared in the void. These rolling knives were made of gold and iron, spinning rapidly and making sharp whistling sounds.

Ning Xiusu's eyes fixed, his clothes rustling in the strong wind, and he dodged in an instant.

The rolling knife followed him like a shadow, moving at an extremely fast speed. The pine trees around him were all shattered. He used the force to fly into the air, but was forced back to his previous position under the attack of this dangerous magic circle.

As soon as he landed, he found that the rolling knife had dissipated in the turbid yellow light, and Liuliu and the Yanren named Feng Heng were already outside the magic circle.

Seeing that the situation is becoming more and more tense, they just keep attacking, but it seems that they can't get close to the flaw.

At this time, Liuliu made a face, turned towards the center of the formation, and looked at the dark blue figure not far away.

"Hehe, I see you again. I haven't heard the mermaid chant yet. I hope you don't die..."

Ning Xiusu did not move, the wind tangled his clothes and hair, unable to hide his fatigue and exhaustion.

"This spiritual cultivator must have lost his senses in the rift. Gu Dehai went all the way east, but was still killed by you. So, was the Boshan exit a conspiracy to lure him into a trap?"

She looked innocent, and smiled at him with her eyelashes slightly blinked.

"Hmm... I don't understand. Anyway, that liar brought you here to make me sing the mermaid's song to atone for his sins. He didn't obey, so I had to cut him into pieces."

His expression was as cold as frost, and he pursed his lips.

"This trap, was it your idea?"

"It's Aunt Liu... hehe."

As Liuliu spoke, she raised her wrist which was covered with mountain ghost coins and pointed to the side, but the thick fog in the magic circle obscured everything.

Only a few crisp "ding-ling-ling" sounds were heard, and only a string of bone bells was hanging in the air outside the Xuanyin Jiuhua Formation.

A spirit butterfly floated beside him. He had been seeing things according to his mind, but now it seemed as if the runes on the bell interfered with him and he could not see clearly in front of him.

All I knew was that the magic weapon was shaking in the air, flashing with a strange luster, and waves of runes were rippling outward, but it was noisy and seemed to disturb my mind.

Ning Xiusu didn't see anyone, but he felt a strange force coming back to his body.

What kind of magical instrument is this bell? It can actually activate a magic circle...

He couldn't stay here for long, so he moved immediately. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, a powerful oppressive force came towards him, as if to crush his soul.

Then, his feet felt a slight choke, and he felt as if he had sunk into a sticky quagmire. The immense resistance was like invisible claws, firmly pressing down on his shoulders.

With the ringing of the bells, it seemed as if all the internal organs were squeezed.

Ning Xiusu was slightly startled and tried to raise his hand to gather Taixuan energy to resist. As soon as the slender fingers were raised, the bell shone brightly, and the resistance was overwhelming like a huge mountain pressing down, as unshakable as a solid wall.

He couldn't help but stumble, and his knees slammed into the snow. He subconsciously supported his body, but he couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried.

"Oh, Aunt Liu, you're too harsh..."

Liuliu was still chatting and laughing outside the magic circle.

"Hmph, Tianqi girl, if you don't want to go to the Jade Pot, then stop making noise."

A woman's voice sounded ghostly, but it was completely drowned out by the ringing of the bell.

Wherever the light shone, the space was squeezed to the point of making a creaking sound, and strange runes intertwined and entangled with each other, extending outward in circles.

Ning Xiusu gradually lost strength, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, his heart contracted rapidly, and his throat tightened.

There was a dull rumbling sound in my ears. The snow had melted and seemed to be cracking inch by inch.

His whole body was tense, the joints of his palms were white, the veins on his neck were winding and bulging like ancient vines, his mouth was fishy and his lips were stained with blood, making him even paler.

At the same time, the dark yellow magic circle under his feet was rotating, eight flags were fluttering, the dim light turned into countless flywheel-like rollers, and the wall of gold and iron was spinning rapidly in the magic circle and pressing down.

The air also turned into a blade, shining with a cold light.

His heart tightened. If he didn't avoid it, he would be crushed into pieces!

Life and death hang on a thread.

Suddenly, a dragon roared like thunder, and a huge dragon leaped out from the mountain stream, swooped down like mad, and bit towards Liu Shangyue.

Liu Shangyue raised her hand and waved, and the bell shone brightly, blocking the crazy movements of the dragon.

Its pair of dragon eyes, like clear snow jade, were filled with layers of mysterious halos of anger. It suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the magic circle frantically.

Hua Jianbai's dragon horn, as clear as jade, suddenly hit the dark yellow light circle gathered by the bells outside the magic circle.

With a loud bang, the earth shook.

The surrounding space seemed to be trembling slightly by this force, the dazzling yellow light seemed to be choked, the bone bell flashed slightly, and the strange runes were actually hit by the air wave.

Liu Shangyue's lifeless gaze beneath the black veil took on a fierceness, and she formed a mysterious and complex hand seal, as if to relentlessly reinforce the magic circle.

Hua Jianbai opened his mouth and roared, his sharp fangs were like rows of cold swords, and the dragon's tail swung violently, lashing at him.

The dim light in Liu Shangyue's hand was sticky and terrifying. He slammed it towards the dragon. The two collided, making a deafening explosion.

There was another loud bang, like the wrath of heaven.

The flags in the magic circle were unstable, and the shackles loosened for a moment, causing the roller to deviate half an inch.

Hua Jianbai had just fallen hard, and it was with his desperate efforts that he won a moment of hope.

Ning Xiusu took advantage of this fleeting moment, his figure flashed like a lone crane, and he suddenly broke free from the strange resistance and rushed towards the flaw in the magic circle.

At this time, a group of Yan people appeared in the air, dancing with their hands, and the overwhelming devil claws in their hands condensed into a strike towards him. Amidst the dazzling purple light, the air around them was torn apart by their sharp breath.

When Hua Jianbai dodged with a flick of his tail, his huge body created a whistling wind that blew away those偃人.