"A mere barbarian cultivator dares to be so arrogant? I'm going to reason with you today!"
With a loud shout, the red-robed old cultivator of the Yi Qi Sect, who was a Golden Core Mahayana Stage cultivator, jumped to his feet. He did not know why, but he was angered by Old Freak Wan Luo's words. He originally wanted to use the formation to crush this overconfident Nan Zhan cultivator, but at this time, he could not restrain himself and personally attacked. His palm force was as powerful as the tide, striking towards Old Freak Wan Luo.
"Fists are reason. Let's see who can convince the other today!"
Old Freak Wan Luo did not stand on ceremony. He waved his sleeves and like two angry dragons, they rolled into the void.
For a moment, the spiritual energy in the seventh formation was like the sea, and the wind was strong. The two Golden Core cultivators were fighting inside the formation. One was a proud Golden Core Mahayana Stage cultivator from a first-rate sect in the Northern Region of the Divine Continent, and the other was an arrogant and unruly peerless monster from the barbarian land of Nan Zhan. One's magical techniques were mysterious and mysterious, and the other's attacks were unrestrained and violent. In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, they had exchanged nearly a hundred moves.
Old Freak Wan Luo, who looked like an arrow at the end of its flight, was actually talking like a young man, and the more he fought, the fiercer he became.
The more the red-robed old cultivator fought, the more frightened he became. He felt that the opponent's technique was nothing special, but when it was used by the opponent, it was unpredictable and hard to parry. After a hundred moves, he suddenly felt that the pressure on him had doubled, and he was already at a disadvantage. The pair of big sleeves were like two giant pythons, at one moment they were incomparably ferocious, at another they were as soft as silk, unexpectedly they were suppressing him firmly.
"Master, with your status, why fight with that old thing? Quickly activate the formation!"
The red-robed old man had a few quick-witted disciples. When they saw their Master being forced back more than three hundred feet by the old man from the south, they knew that the situation was far from good. Their Master couldn't bring himself to do it, and it wasn't appropriate for him to order them to activate the grand formation. So, he took the initiative and took the initiative to activate the grand formation. For a moment, the void shook, and a dark red palm suddenly stretched out from the void.
"Bang …"
Old Monster Wan Luo, who was focused on attacking the red-robed old cultivator, felt his heart tremble and he hastily dodged. The red-robed old cultivator took advantage of this opportunity to increase his magic power and sent another attack at Old Monster Wan Luo. Old Monster Wan Luo was forced back dozens of feet. His chest trembled and he coughed out a mouthful of blood. He immediately suppressed his Qi and blood and circulated his spiritual energy. An invisible baleful aura surged from his body and his beard fluttered in the wind.
At the same time, as the giant dark red palm stretched out, a head with black hair drilled out of the void. It was wearing a strange black robe that was covered in runes. Its entire body was dark red and translucent. Ghost fire flashed in its eye sockets, and its spiritual power was astonishing.
Rumble!
The void trembled incessantly. After this dark red ghost appeared, nearly a hundred more ghosts emerged. All of them had translucent bodies and looked like spirits. However, the aura they exuded was like that of a Demonic Ghost. It was strange and inexplicable. The red-robed old cultivator floated behind the spirits. His eyes flickered and were filled with endless hatred. "Old thing, I'm here today. Don't even think about passing through this array alive!"
"Forbidden Yin Evil Slave?"
Old Monster Wan Luo saw through the origin of these giant monsters at a glance. His heart sank slightly. He didn't expect that the cultivators of the Divine Continent would also know such evil methods. This was a method of using evil power. When it was refined into a puppet, its power was terrifying. When he was in the Nan Zhan, the Forbidden Yin Evil Slave had appeared and killed ten Gold Core cultivators of the Huangfu family. Anyone who touched it would be tainted. It could be said that it was extremely difficult to deal with. He didn't expect to see it in the Divine Continent. Now that he observed its aura, he found that this kind of ghost was weaker than the one in the Green Hill Tomb, but it was obviously still very difficult to deal with.
"You're already an arrow at the end of its flight. I'd like to see how you're going to break through my Great Yin Spirit Array!"
A hint of killing intent flashed across the red-robed old cultivator's face. He waved the array flag and nearly a hundred Demonic Spirits roared violently and rushed toward Old Monster Wan Luo.
Old Monster Wan Luo took a deep breath. There was no fear on his face. Instead, he sneered and said coldly, "I don't care what tricks you have up your sleeves. I'm going to reason with you today, and I'm going to make it clear to you!" As he spoke, he gathered the power of his cultivation and swung his sleeves in the air. One was above and the other was below. Yin and Yang were reversed, and the world was overturned.
"Great Yin Yang Millstone!"
Rumble!
It was as if the entire Pilgrimage Mountain shook. In the middle of the mountain, the clouds at the seventh array were shaking violently. Shrill sounds could be heard. The clouds at the bottom surged upwards, and the clouds at the top flowed downwards. It was as if they were colliding with each other. Looking at the clouds, a strange feeling of heaven and earth being turned upside down appeared in everyone's heart. It was as if a giant millstone was grinding away the order of the world.
"Old senior, can he … can he break through?"
At the foot of the Pilgrimage Mountain, Li Hongyi clenched his fists and turned to look at the void in the south. "Why isn't he here yet?"
At this time, in the seventh array, there were only spirits flying around. It was chaos.
Old Monster Wan Luo's Great Yin Yang Millstone had disrupted the order of the array. In an instant, Yin and Yang were no longer in balance, and the place was in chaos. The Forbidden Yin Evil Slaves that filled the sky were originally relying on the Yin and Yang Breaths to kill living beings. Now, they had lost their direction and were flying everywhere. Under the immense power of the Great Yin Yang Millstone, even the red-robed old cultivator and his disciples could not stand steadily.
Old Monster Wan Luo retracted his sleeves and took out an ancient sword. With a whistling sound, he charged at the red-robed old man while withstanding the great power of the array. Wherever he passed, there would be Forbidden Yin Evil Slaves that had smelled his life force and charged at him. However, Old Monster Wan Luo swung his sword like a tidal wave. With just the strength of his physical body, he tore open the void and killed the evil slaves.
These ghosts were extremely powerful. If he used his spiritual power, the evil aura of the ghosts would invade his body through his spiritual power. Thus, he could only rely on his physical body to kill them. However, this was extremely taxing on his physical body. His physical body was already unable to bear the burden of just one sword strike. Along the way, there were at least dozens of ghosts that had smelled his aura and pounced at him.
"Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!" "Chi!"
As he charged, Old Monster Wan Luo gritted his teeth and shouted coldly. His beard and hair were flying wildly. The ancient sword in his hand slashed horizontally and vertically, tearing apart the void.
"He's clearly an old man whose vitality is almost exhausted. How can he be so terrifying?"
The disciples of the red-robed old man who were guarding the array were so shocked that they couldn't even speak. They all hid in the corner of the array and didn't dare to approach. To them, Old Monster Wan Luo was simply an old madman who killed gods and ghosts. They had followed the red-robed old man to cultivate the method of refining ghosts and knew how terrifying these things were. When had they ever seen such a killing method that was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables?
No matter how strong one's physical strength was, it was impossible to do it!
Not to mention that this was an old man who had lived for more than a thousand years and was almost exhausted.
To put it simply, he was like a 100-year-old man in the mortal world jumping into a pack of tigers and wolves and tearing them apart!
"Lie down!"
Old Monster Wan Luo traversed the void and slashed with the ancient sword in his hand. Every slash tore the void apart and the evil slaves were killed, turning into a black evil aura that dissipated between heaven and earth. Along the way, he was like a demon. Along the way, black lightning surrounded his body and he killed no less than 40 ghost slaves before he arrived in front of the red-robed old man and stomped on the air.
"How dare you bully me?"
The red-robed old man was shocked and angry. He was completely scared out of his wits by Old Monster Wan Luo. However, he was still a Golden Core Mahayana Stage cultivator, so he wasn't so scared that he didn't want to resist at all. Facing Old Monster Wan Luo's stomp from the sky, he raised his fists and punched upwards.
Boom!
Old Monster Wan Luo had unparalleled strength. His stomp directly shattered the red-robed old man's defense and he was kicked into the array.
The ancient sword was pointed at his eyebrows and Old Monster Wan Luo shouted, "Do you understand now?"
"I …"
In the eyes of the red-robed old man, Old Monster Wan Luo's beard and hair were fluttering like a demon. He was so shocked that he couldn't answer.
"Hahahaha …"
Old Monster Wan Luo laughed loudly and slashed down with his sword.
"Chi!" The red-robed old man was shocked and closed his eyes, waiting for his death.
However, after a long while, he opened his eyes in fear and discovered that the sword had not struck him. Instead, it had struck the seventh formation flag that had fallen beside his head. Once the formation flag was damaged, the formation had been broken. He turned around and saw that the old cultivator was already walking out of the formation with his body hunched over. As he walked, he coughed repeatedly, causing blood to splatter all over the ground.
"This old man made it to the eighth array by himself?"
At this moment, at the foot of the Pilgrimage Mountain, the Dao Masters of the Northern Three Paths and the few spectators, including the cultivators who were guarding the arrays in front, were all shocked. They looked at the old figure on the mountain path, swaying as he charged towards the eighth array. Although the South Sect Golden Core cultivator, Old Freak Wan Luo, could tell that his cultivation base was already half a step into the Nascent Soul realm, no one could have imagined that he could actually reach this step.
He staggered out of the array. Although he was heavily injured, he didn't have any intention of retreating and walked toward the eighth array!
"Nan Zhan cultivators also have geniuses. There are always a few outstanding cultivators in the past thousands of years!"
"This is it. The last three arrays are guarded by the Divine Son of the Three Northern Paths and the true disciples. He won't be able to pass!"
The Dao Master of the Yin Spirit Path and the Dao Master of the Talisman Path of the Three Northern Paths suddenly exchanged words.
"Old man, retreat. The eighth array is not something you can pass!"
A young voice came from the eighth array. Although the voice was calm, it was filled with a sense of arrogance.
"Is that so?"
Old Monster Wan Luo chuckled, "The juniors these days are so arrogant!"
He didn't stop and continued to walk forward.
"If you dare to pass the eighth array with your crippled body, I will kill you!"
The voice from the eighth array was emotionless, cold and emotionless, but it carried an unquestionable majesty.
"Kid, don't you know how to respect your elders?"
Old Monster Wan Luo shouted. He was truly angry and charged toward the eighth array.
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