N-M Chapter 517 One move to break the formation
Chapter 517 One move to break the formation
Chapter 517
Yu Canghai sat in the formation and had been waiting for Long Fei for a long time.
Tang Fengnian stood beside him and swept the array.
After Long Fei came over, he pointed at Long Fei and shouted, "Arrogant junior, you really dare to come here."
Long Fei stared at him and said coldly, "Do you really think I'm easy to talk to by setting up an array to harm my family?"
Tang Fengnian said arrogantly, "So what if you don't talk well? My master is here today. He can easily suppress you with just a finger move. Do you really think that nothing in this world can restrain you?"
Long Fei curled the corner of his mouth, looked at Yu Canghai and said indifferently, "It's just a person who has a rough knowledge of magic, not even a Taoist, so he deserves to be famous here?"
He has already sensed the spellcaster on the opposite hillside.
Yu Canghai's eyelids twitched. This sentence was extremely disrespectful, and it seemed that he, a master of magic arts, needed to use Long Fei to become famous.
In particular, those who enter the Tao, those who play magic arts, have researched Qimen Dunjia, but they are not proficient in Qi Refining.
This shortcoming has always been a regret in Yu Canghai's heart, but having said that, in this Dharma-ending era, how many people can become Taoists when their aura is exhausted?
He opened his eyes, stared at Long Fei with piercing eyes and said, "Young man, don't be too quick to talk. The formation has been laid out, if you have the guts, come in and do it once and you will know how good you are!"
Tang Fengnian was very confident in the master's formation, and followed up with the challenge, "That's right, what are you talking about so much nonsense, if you have the ability to enter the formation."
Long Fei stood with his hands behind his back, and laughed proudly, "Little sorcerers are just frogs in a well, how can they know the depth of Taoism. Well, let me open your eyes today."
He calmly entered the formation, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.
For a while, the wind was everywhere, and ghosts cried and wolves howled.
The magician on the hillside said contemptuously, "What's this kid's name? Why is he so arrogant?"
"He still looks down on us spellcasters? What kind of thing is he?"
"I think he is a country guy who drives a taxi. How does he know how powerful a spellcaster is?"
"Needless to say, I guess he died within three seconds."
In front of their eyes, the villa had disappeared, and instead there was a thick black mist.
No one knows what happened inside, anyway, it is more than a hundred meters away, and the body is still engulfed by the magnetic field of the formation, and there is a biting chill all over the body, which shows how powerful the formation is.
Let alone Geng Xiaojun and his party, it was as if they had watched a large-scale magic show.
Sitting in a wheelchair, he wondered if he could become a disciple under Yu Canghai's sect after this matter was over.
No matter how powerful and rich the secular world is, it is not even a fart in front of these people.
What his father said is right, anyone who moves their fingers casually can kill you without a trace.
Sorcerers and Martial Artists are two branches of cultivators in the secular world.
Martial arts practitioners specialize in refining qi and do not practice magic.
Those who practice spells specialize in spells and do not refine qi.
In the later generations, the aura was exhausted, and the orthodox Taoism of Taoism was continuously simplified, and these two branches were gradually separated.
Long Fei stood in the formation, surrounded by 81 Yin generals who took turns to attack.
Each of them turned into a height of more than three meters, holding an axe, hook and fork, roaring, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.
Ordinary people would go insane if they were rushed in by this evil spirit.
This is no longer a mental attack. The evil spirit is very corrosive, and it can turn people into blood mist when gathered together.
Yiyin smashed down with a huge axe.
A golden light curled up in Long Fei's hand, and he waved it casually.
With a bang, the Yin general was smashed to pieces with his axe.
Yiyin will chop down with a big knife.
Long Fei was still like this, he didn't even look at it, and with a wave of his hand, he shook the Yin general out of his wits.
He was not in a hurry to break the formation, but walked around the formation and studied it like a stroll in the courtyard.
Yu Canghai collapsed a bit, he almost pushed all 81 yin generals up, but he didn't seem to have the slightest reaction to Long Fei.
These yin generals are driven by his mental power. After the yin generals were severely injured, his brain continued to be severely injured.
At this moment, my head is already a little dizzy.
He was still rejoicing just now that Long Fei didn't break the formation at noon.
At that time, the yang energy was at its strongest and the yin energy was the weakest, so the effect of the formation was greatly reduced.
Long Fei didn't come over until the afternoon just now, Yu Canghai was so excited that he said that Long Fei was going to die today.
But he had been in the formation for a long time, and he tried his best, but it didn't work at all.
Long Fei touches here and takes a look there.
After visiting all the essences in the array, he sighed softly, "I see."
The formations laid down by the spellcasters and the practitioners, one is constant and the other is changeable.
Because the spellcaster has not broken through the enlightened state, his mental power is far from being able to support the changes in the formation.
Therefore, the formations they set up are generally death formations.
These formations are usually launched with the mental power accumulated in normal times.
It seems that these evil spirits are for one-time use.
If you run out of consumption today, you will have to continue to spend time storing and accumulating tomorrow before you can continue to use it.
But the cultivators are different, they seem to be high-spirited.
The Yin Gathering Banner he had refined back then, after the Yin Jiang sent out, it could still be taken back and reused.
Long Fei shook his head, looked at this formation full of loopholes, and sighed again.
It is a pity for this world that metaphysics has fallen here, but it is just such a simplified version of the formation that is full of loopholes.
Yu Canghai yelled at the eye of the formation, "What a junior, dare to peek at the secrets of my formation, I will kill you today!"
His mental power was hit hard one after another by Yin Jiang, and he was already staggering and a little bit unable to hold on at this moment.
Seeing Long Fei like this, he could only fight desperately.
He cast out 81 spells, which were respectively blessed on the 81 formation flags.
The yin energy above was stimulated by the spiritual force on the spell, and all of them were released immediately.
The density of the black mist suddenly increased ten times.
The momentum of the 81 yin generals rose sharply, and at the same moment, they swung their knives and axes to attack Long Fei.
"Is it finally going to be desperate?"
Long Fei smiled lightly, took out the bodhi seed, and folded his hands together.
The golden light on his body suddenly burst out, as if a golden Arhat descended, he stretched out his hands, and shouted, "Break!"
Amitabha's Om mantra was typed out by him, and a golden light seemed to wash away in all directions like a tsunami.
The karmic fire of the Buddhist family planted by Bodhi was completely mobilized by him, and wave after wave swept towards Yin Jiang.
There was a rumbling sound, and after the Karma Fire collided with the Yin Yuan Force, two forces with completely different attributes directly collided and exploded.
The surrounding world shook, as if an earthquake was coming, and a flame burst into the air.
A gust of wind swept across the four directions, and all the sorcerers who were [-] meters away retreated one after another, and all of them were hurt by the scalded skin.
Let alone Geng Xiaojun and his party, they thought they had been hit by some kind of magic spell, rolled on the ground with their heads in their arms, and yelled.
The black mist dissipated, and a group of sorcerers stared inside, shouting again and again, "What's wrong? Who won?"
"Needless to say, it must be Master Yu!"
"You didn't see the explosion just now, everyone inside was blown to ashes."
"That kid is too arrogant, he dared to fight with Master Yu, death is not a pity."
A group of people were discussing, and the black mist in their eyes dispersed layer by layer.
One person stood in it with one hand behind his back, his whole body was unscathed, and he looked ahead energetically.
Besides Long Fei, who else would it be?
Everyone's voice hadn't finished yet, and they couldn't close their mouths.
Nima, he is not dead?
Their bodies shuddered, and they searched for Yu Canghai and Tang Fengnian everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found on the field.
Chapter 2 is here, continue.
(End of this chapter)