The yin energy reaches the sky, and the divine armor blocks the sun.

Ghosts and gods of different shapes rushed out from every corner.

Water snake soldiers, grass-headed gods, and six powerful rampant soldiers formed an eight-door golden lock formation, surrounding Wuji.

"Is this? Where did you get the rampant soldiers?" Wuji was shocked.

The surrounding military formations were constantly rotating around him, and the formations were constantly changing, making it dizzying.

Whoosh!

Flames, evil spirits, and cold arrows are constantly shooting from all directions.

Wuji was tired of dealing with it, so he opened his mouth and took a deep breath.

But he found that he couldn't shake the opponent's formation at all, so Wuji was completely panicked.

"Die!"

Wu Ji slapped down a dozen rampant soldiers, but for the formation of five thousand soldiers, this loss was nothing at all.

There is also a white-robed young man in the camp.

This person is the center of the formation, and his position is constantly changing.

In the distance, in the dark dense forest.

The Eight Formations of Soldiers and Horses were suspended in front of Song Lin, and white light spots appeared on the sand table. Dense white light spots surrounded a red light spot.

This is another diagram of the Eight Formations of Soldiers and Horses.

The five thousand troops are all summoned by the Jade Seal. Even if they are depleted, they can be replenished as long as there is true energy.

Although it is said to be five thousand, in fact, Song Lin's true energy can increase the number of five thousand after all five thousand are destroyed, which means that there will be about ten thousand troops.

Coupled with the five hundred from Fa Lu and the five hundred from Hidden Dragon Villa, the power exerted is equivalent to ten thousand men and horses.

Between the eyebrows is the blessing and blessing from the Emperor of the Temple. With the blessing, he can use each rampant soldier as his own eyes and ears, making the battlefield information more three-dimensional.

"Hiding one's head and showing one's tail is nothing. If you have the guts, come out and fight! You can't win without force!!"

Wuji was so angry that he looked up to the sky and roared.

puff!

Another cold arrow stabbed him in the back.

The body that was originally over three feet shrank to less than one foot.

"Idiot." Song Lin mocked.

There must be some people saying that he relies on external things.

What are external objects and what are internal objects?

Isn’t the art of rampant warfare also one’s own ability? Isn’t it considered a part of Taoism?

A life and death battle involves many factors.

According to this calculation, all spells and magic weapons are foreign objects.

There will be no need for these in future fights. The two of them can stand together and compare their realms. The person with a lower realm will simply be captured without any help and just let others behead him.

"Form up! Speed ​​up!!"

The speed of the Eight Gate Golden Lock Formation is getting faster and faster.

Moving the perspective upward, I saw a tall and fat giant deep in the woods. With the giant as the center, there was a trigram-shaped military formation surrounding it with a radius of 500 feet.

The rotating military formation destroys everything in sight.

Trees fell and rocks shattered.

The feeling of being at ease in the middle of the meat grinder is particularly obvious.

Originally, he thought that it would be easy for him to refine his Qi in just one period of concentration.

Who knew that such a thing would happen.

The technique practiced by Wuji is called Tianyao Stomach, which can theoretically devour everything and convert energy into fat and body shape.

This formation directly wiped out all his decades of accumulation.

When Song Lin didn't come out for a long time, Wuji looked hard.

"The days are long, boy, I will kill you!!"

Wuji felt regret and hatred in his heart. He had been wandering around the world for many years, but he didn't expect to fall into the trap of a brat.

boom!

Wuji flew into the sky, his body quickly grew in size, and exploded! The blood mist swallowed up the rampant soldiers in a radius of a hundred feet, and the formation suddenly revealed a huge gap.

With only one stomach left, Wuji fled quickly, spanning ten miles in an instant.

"Humph, want to escape?"

Erlang Shen smiled disdainfully, his brows and eyes shining brightly.

The precious eagle bow is fully drawn, all the true energy is poured into it, and the light shines for several miles.

boom!

A white light shot out with a long tail flame.

puff!

The sky demon was shot through the stomach, and then hit with a Five Thunder Palm by Song Lin who came over.

Looking at Wuji's soulless body and his stomach that exuded a burning smell, Song Lin thought for a moment and put the Tianyao's stomach into his storage bag.

This thing can be made into a magic weapon for storage.

After Wuji was eliminated, Song Lin felt that the Taoism he had obtained from another world had truly taken effect.

Refining Qi to kill and stabilize the mind is enough to verify the power of Taoism in other worlds.

Withdrawing all the rampant soldiers, Song Lin looked at the Taoist temple in the distance.

The Taoist temple was filled with flames and shouts of death, and it fell into chaos.

It stands to reason that he should wait until the incident is over in the past, which would be safer.

But if I don’t do anything at this time, I am afraid of the liquidation in the future.

He didn't destroy the Yin Gathering Formation as agreed, and he didn't clearly express his surrender to Taixuan.

"In this way, no matter who wins in the end, it will be a little bad for me."

Song Lin thought for a while and finally decided to ask Xiao Liuren for help.

Xiao Liuren does not have the ability to predict the world, but he can simply predict good or bad luck and direction.

Even though it doesn’t have any power, it allows you to make the most correct decision at critical moments.

He pinched his fingers and calculated the direction.

"Hmm? Guanzhu?"

The place pointed by the hexagram is exactly where the temple owner usually practices.

This place is currently the most dangerous place, how could it be a good omen?

Song Lin was a little confused, but finally chose to believe in the hexagrams.

After a few ups and downs, the figure disappeared from the spot.

Holding a red umbrella, he avoided the place where the Taoist priests were fighting.

After a while, we arrived in front of the gloomy main hall.

Compared with the noisy outside world, this place is very quiet, and the quietness is a bit scary and eerie.

The high and pointed roof is like a sword reaching into the sky.

Song Lin came here holding a red umbrella.

Snapped!

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Song Lin's heart tightened, and he suddenly turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a pale face and a crescent moon mark between his eyebrows.

"Meet the viewer!"

Jiuyou looked at Song Lin, thought for a moment, and said, "Are you Song Lin, the leader last year and the steward of the Yin Yang Altar?"

"Yes, Master." Song Lin said politely, thinking to himself, is this the master of pill formation? The red umbrella couldn't cover his gaze at all.

"You are not Zi Yuan's subordinate, why? Why don't you go to help?"

Jiuyou's reaction was not what Song Lin expected. This person must know something.

In just a short moment, Song Lin had countless thoughts running through his heart.
To be continued...