As soon as the pipa of the ancestor Tongsheng Yuanying appeared, the twelve golden elixirs walking underground blew an unknown and mysterious spell. The twelve pipas were shocked, and the ancient and vicissitudes of the ancestor Tongsheng.

The black pipa rotates quickly.

In a moment.

A powerful aura condensed.

"Buzz"

Behind them.

A vague and huge Dharma image slowly rises from the aura.

The six heads and twelve arms of Dharma.

Each arm is wrapped around a lute.

"Do!"

The strings.

Before the wild ridge bull in the Sacrifice Hall appeared, the sound waves instantly activated and turned into a sharp sword, roaring and chopping into the Sacrifice Hall.

"Bang"

The sharp sword fell on the giant horn of the barren ridge bull, like chopping on the diamond rock, only stirring up a string of Mars.

However.

The twelve arms of the Dharma statue waved together, and a string of notes suddenly appeared, and sharp swords formed in the air, densely packed, countless, filling the entire sacrifice hall with a roar, and sharp swords accurately chopped on the deserted ridge.

Above the giant horns of the bull.

"Bang bang bang"

Hard to capture with naked eyes.

Only after the shadows of sharp swords were seen connected into a line.

"Boom!"

The horns of the barren ridge bull, blocking the gate of the sacrifice hall, fell down, fell on a pile of stone statues, and then turned into a wisp of blue smoke and dissipated.

Fu Shiyi was stunned for a moment.

The horns cut off are not physical.

Think of a possibility.

Fu Shiyi's face was full of disbelief.

At this moment.

"Moo"

A roar came from the temple.

A flash of green light.

A single-horned barren ridge bull rushed out of the third floor of the sacrifice hall.

The barren ridge bull is surrounded by clear light.

No entity to see.

This is just a wisp of spirit.

Fu Shiyi was really shocked.

"It's just a wisp of spirit. The sixth-level cultivator of the Nascent Soul combined with the twelve golden elixir formations all cut off one of the horns of the Huangling Guniu. If... the Huangling Guniu is still alive, wouldn't it be impossible to compete with the transformation of the gods!

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Outside the cave.

The Child Voice Ancestor was also shocked when he saw the appearance of the wild ridge bull, and then his tense face showed a little relaxed look.

I saw him pinch the seal.

Drink:

"Quick, change array"

The twelve golden elixirs that were walking were all paused, and then they re-arranged the formation in a reverse direction, and spoke spells one by one, with a strange tone, like a chanting sound, and a mysterious and transparent note.

It is condensing rapidly in the air.

This note

Not yet condensed and formed.

Through the cave formation, Fu Shiyi's soul swayed.

Obviously.

This is an attack on the soul.

"Moo"

The wild ridge bull began to panic.

A flash of green light on the horn.

A ball of blue flame appeared with a "puff" sound, and roared towards the Dharma image in the air with lightning speed.

"Dangdangdang"

The strings of the pipa zither on the Dharma phase come out one by one, and the air intersects to form a huge light cover, covering the Dharma phase.

"Sizi"

The blue flame falls on the light shield.

A cluster of black gas rose.

The light shield persisted for a moment, and then it cracked with a "click".

Once the Qingyan falls into the Dharma image.

Tongsheng Laozu's group will undoubtedly die.

"The eyes of the Dharma open!"

A loud shout rang out.

The eyes on the six heads and eyebrows of the Dharma Image opened in one go, and six red aurora burst out, converging in the air, forming a Bagua radiant picture.

A bright moon rises in the Bagua Picture.

"Boom"
Chapter completed!