"Sir, how many spells do you actually know?"
Song Guichan, who was in the tenth formation, smiled faintly after hearing Fang Xing's words. He said, "I've only seen it once, and I understand it once I see it. The Three Sects, Four Families, and Twelve Sects of the Northern Region have a total of 14,672 secret manuals. In addition to the 413 Buddhist scriptures that I obtained when I was young, I've read all of them. I know most of the 8,000 spells in the Divine, Mystic, Spiritual, and Foundation Scriptures …"
Read all of the Daoist scriptures?
Eight thousand spells?
All of a sudden, Nan Zhan and the other juniors in the tenth formation, including Fang Xing, fell silent.
Eight thousand spells, what kind of concept was that? Moving the Daoist scriptures?
Although all the cultivators understood that not all of the 8,000 magic arts mentioned by Song Guichan were top-notch divinity arts, and most of them might not even be used to defend against enemies. Besides, these magic arts also included the various basic magic arts that cultivators needed to learn when they first embarked on the path of cultivation. Even so, the number of 8,000 was still too terrifying …
"Fellow Fang, it's not easy for you to cultivate, and your foundation is so solid that it's rare even in the Divine Land. If you cultivate well, you'll definitely be able to transcend, so I don't have the heart to kill you. If you're willing to turn over a new leaf and become my disciple, I'll help you resolve the hatred of the Northern Region. What do you think?" Song Guichan said faintly. At the same time, he took a step forward and pointed his finger lightly. An ancient sword-shaped Sword Qi appeared in the air and slashed at the Great Golden Crow that was quickly surrounding the tenth formation, as if he wanted to stop the formation. At the same time, he said unhurriedly, "If you become my disciple, for your sake, I can plead with my Master about the matter of Nan Zhan establishing the Dao and allow him to consider it. Are you willing?"
"I have many Masters, and each one is more powerful than the other. Who do you think you are?"
Although Fang Xing called Song Guichan "Sir", he did not lose in terms of momentum at all. When he saw that Song Guichan was going to stop the Great Golden Crow from forming the formation, he immediately pounced forward with the giant black sword in his left hand and the Bloodthirsty Saber in his right hand.
"Let's fight!"
Not far away, Li Hongyi, who had caught her breath, gritted her teeth and charged over.
Junior Nan Zhan was not a fool. Although he did not hear the discussion between Fang Xing and the Great Golden Crow, he immediately understood what was going on when he saw their expressions. He immediately thought that if they could not defeat the Divine Son of the Pure Yang Sect even if they joined forces, then setting up a formation and using the power of the formation to suppress him was also a feasible method. It could even be said that this was the only way at the moment.
In this way, no one dared to be careless, and they surged forward with gritted teeth to block Song Guichan's path.
A truly fierce battle unfolded as Nan Zhan and Zhu Xiu battled against Song Guichan.
As for the Great Golden Crow, it was as if his butt was on fire. He sped up and set up the array.
Rumble!
With the addition of Fang Xing, the Nan Zhan cultivators were no longer one-sidedly suppressed by Song Guichan. In the fierce battle, all kinds of exquisite Dharma Access, mysterious Divine Skills, powerful Dharma Treasures, Divine Light, Dao Fire, lightning, and countless terrifying auras filled half of the void, and the void was constantly being torn apart. Those who could participate in this battle, even the weakest of them, were outstanding talents. Otherwise, they would not even have the guts to go up the Pilgrimage Mountain. This made this battle extraordinarily exciting, and it even had a hint of the legendary War of Immortals.
As the battle unfolded, it actually ended in a draw.
Even with the help of Fang Xing, the Nan Zhan cultivators could not suppress Song Guichan, and Song Guichan did not spare any effort to stop the Great Golden Crow either.
Song Guichan was very strong!
That was the conclusion that Fang Xing had come to!
The fiercer the battle, the stronger this feeling became. With the power of him and Nan Zhan and Zhu Xiu, they could even kill Yuanying. But Song Guichan was calm in the face of so many dangerous attacks. He used all kinds of exquisite Dharma Spells and easily dissolved the attacks of the Nan Zhan cultivators. His moves were exquisite and perfect. It seemed that the eight thousand Dharma Spells he said might really be true.
Zhao Changhe cultivated a Thunder Spell to the extreme and became a Divine Prince of a sect.
However, Song Guichan was able to unleash every single one of his techniques to the fullest.
No wonder he was known as the Invincible Gold Core Cultivator. With his cultivation level and the help of the Lotus Throne that could continuously provide him with Dharma Power, he was simply invincible when fighting with others. He could even kill Yuanying without a problem!
However, during this process, the Great Golden Crow took advantage of the fact that the cultivators were holding Song Guichan back to hurriedly set up the large formation. There were a total of eight large formations. The simplest large formation only needed eight formation flags to set up, but such simple formation flags were useless against people of Song Guichan's cultivation level. Thus, no matter how urgent the Great Golden Crow was, he still set up 64 formation flags. Now that he had set up seven of them, he only needed to set up the last one to activate the large formation and suppress Song Guichan inside.
"Sigh, do you really have to force me to kill?"
Noticing the array that the Great Golden Crow had set up, Song Guichan seemed a little helpless. He sighed and his eyes became solemn.
After that, his murderous intent surged!
"Guardian Fire Spirit!"
He pressed his palm down and the surrounding fire intent floated. The Guardian Spirit Beast, the peacock, appeared again and flew around Song Guichan. Under the scorching fire intent, the spells and talismans that the cultivator Nan Zhan had shot at him were all set ablaze. Then, the fire intent surged again and rushed towards Fang Xing. All the fire intent poured towards Fang Xing.
"I'll take care of you, you stupid bird!"
The fire peacock suddenly rushed towards Fang Xing, which startled him. He cursed and set up fire chains in front of him.
He cultivated the True Samadhi Fire, and his spells were extremely mysterious. Although he was not familiar with them, their power was still extremely terrifying. However, the fire intent that Song Guichan cultivated was somewhat similar to the karmic fire of the Buddhist sects. It was not much weaker than his True Samadhi Fire. In addition, the fire peacock was a spirit beast that was born from nothingness after Song Guichan cultivated the fire art to the extreme. It even had its own consciousness. Therefore, in terms of fire arts, it was slightly superior to Song Guichan's, and he could only try his best to neutralize it.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Guichan took a step forward and rushed forward like a bolt of lightning, leaving a series of afterimages.
Rumble!
The gust of wind caused by his body even split the void in half, and the world became dim.
"Stay here!"
At this moment, an angry roar came from Youmi Kuang, who happened to be blocking his path. Facing Song Guichan's astonishing momentum, he could no longer dodge, so he quickly made a decision. His spirit force surged and a terrifying divine light appeared in his chest. He suddenly let out a demonic wolf's howl and a turbulent void rushed toward Song Guichan's chest.
"Demon Slayer!"
At this moment, Song Guichan also let out a Buddhist Lion's Roar.
The two terrifying sound waves collided in the air, and after a slight pause, Song Guichan's Lion's Roar swept toward Youmi Kuang.
"Pfff pfff …"
Youmi Kuang, who was hit by the lion's roar, trembled violently. Blood spurted out from his facial features, and cracks even appeared on the surface of his body. His body froze in the air, and before he could turn around, he was hit by Song Guichan, who was charging over. His body flew far away like a broken cloth bag. His blood was squeezed by this great force, and it sprayed out like a fountain. It was a terrifying sight.
"Brother Kuang …"
A Nan Zhan cultivator shouted angrily as he desperately rushed over and used pill lights to block Song Guichan's path.
In this kind of situation, it was too late to cast spells or use magic treasures. Only the pill lights could block the enemy.
"Transcend!"
Song Guichan's face was expressionless. His sleeves billowed like two azure dragons as they slithered around like two iron whips. In the blink of an eye, he sent five South Sight cultivators, including Han Ying and Amorous Beauty, flying. Muffled sounds of bones shattering could be heard. Amidst the angry shouts, some of these five people exploded from the iron sleeves, while others silently fell to the ground.
Song Guichan instantly injured six people, and the space in front of him was swept open, revealing a path in front of him.
At the end of the path was the Great Golden Crow, who was setting up a formation.
"You're just a monster, and you're a Nan Zhan cultivator?"
Song Guichan's expression was stern, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
In the distance, the Great Golden Crow sensed something and suddenly turned to look at him. There was a fierce look in his round eyes.
"Die!"
Song Guichan suddenly shouted. His body shook, and he rushed out like an unstoppable bolt of lightning.
There was still a distance of about three hundred feet between him and the Great Golden Crow, but it was really nothing for him. He could reach it in an instant. The moment he moved, he had already formed a hand seal, ready to kill this potential threat.
At that moment, the Big Golden Crow's demonic body trembled, and its shocking Qi and blood surged. Then …
It suddenly threw away the formation flag and ran away!
Its speed was extremely fast, and with a "whoosh", it was already a few hundred feet away. At this moment, Song Guichan had only moved about a hundred feet away, and he hadn't even used his full speed, but he was already out of sight. Song Guichan was stunned for a moment, and he stopped. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't expect this damned crow to be so timid. Should he still chase it?
While he was still in a daze, a terrifying gust of wind came from behind him. He hurriedly shifted his body and dodged to the side. A silhouette rushed in front of him and turned around. Amidst the billowing black smoke, a vertical eye emitted a frightening and ominous light.
It was Fang Xing who finally got rid of the fire spirit and chased after him. At this moment, he had already activated his three-headed and six-armed demon form. Black smoke billowed all over his body, and he was holding a huge sword, a blood saber, a golden spear, a pine tree, and a Hundred Villains Portrait. On the front of his head, three eyes opened at the same time, exuding a faint cold light. He was like a demon, blocking the air.
"Human body demon form?"
Song Guichan was slightly startled, and then he laughed. "Are you going to fight with your life? Unfortunately, your helper has already escaped! "
"Hehe, can't he come back after escaping?"
Fang Xing, who had transformed into the three-headed and six-armed demon form, didn't care at all, and he firmly guarded the way.
At this moment, Song Guichan's face suddenly became ugly, because he suddenly found that the seemingly timid damned crow that fled quickly before he caught up with him had actually returned lazily. It took out a large number of formation flags and continued to guard the 8th gate. It kept muttering, "Damn, I was scared to death just now …"
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