After fighting for a long time, the two sides gradually fell into a stalemate.
Relying on its huge size and strong flesh, the yellow bird does not dodge most of its attacks. Every time it swings its huge wings and claws, it is a rush of wind and rain.
The two masters of the devil below, because they have to take care of their weak disciples, the elders also guard more and attack less. They don''t have strong counterattack power, so they can''t break the beast''s defense. They fight very hard for a time!
Zhang Han hid in the depths of the clouds and quietly stared at the battle below. His bloody eyes carefully swept through every corner of the audience. He couldn''t help frowning, "isn''t the ghost King going to catch yellow birds? If so, it''ll be in trouble!"
The main purpose of attracting people to come here with the Tiandi treasure house is to lead out the ghost king. Now the ghost king doesn''t show up, he can only sigh secretly. It seems that the blood refining hall is destined to fight the ghost King sect!
Soon after the battle, under the heavy pressure of the yellow bird, the three factions of the right way and the three sects of the evil cult formed two battle groups and besieged the yellow bird in two directions.
In the face of the overwhelming sword rain, the strong body still couldn''t resist. The original bright feathers were much dimmed and fell off countless. There were dozens of shallow or deep scars on the abdomen and giant wings, and there was no blood flow.
After the injury, the yellow bird became more fierce and shrill. Its singing was shrill and high pitched. Its voice pierced the dark clouds and swung far away over the empty dead Ze.
The huge beak and sharp claws frequently attack the people, almost fighting with one life, with a ferocious momentum. For example, they are too high to know how much.
During the fierce battle, Jin Ping''er, who was protected by a group of martial brothers, suddenly stared down at the sea of flowers in the distance.
At the moment, under the shock of terror and the raging wind, the sea of flowers has long been in a mess, and scattered and fallen flowers are everywhere.
However, even in this ruined scene, it is strange that a small flower garden is still full of flowers, competing for wonders and beauties!
"Is it not that someone is lying in ambush there, sitting and watching me fight with the beast, ready to be the last yellow finch?"
The Golden Vase''s eyebrows and eyes were affectionate, and the corners of her mouth were smiling. Her eyes moved in the water''s eyes. Suddenly, she tied a Dharma formula, flashed a purple light from her sleeve, turned into a Li Mang and cut into the yellow bird''s left wing.
Although Jin Ping''er hasn''t reached the state of Shangqing Dynasty, Zi mang blade is a nine day magic weapon. It is extremely sharp and powerful as Lu Xueqi''s divine sword Tianya.
In an instant, an inconspicuous purple light stood out among the colorful lights, chopped on the yellow bird''s left wing and disappeared.
Compared with the giant wings hundreds of meters long, the wound caused by the purple awn blade is very small, but it goes deep into the meat. The painful yellow bird roars up into the sky and falls into the rage.
The Golden Vase stretched out the white palm like jade, and with a gentle move, the purple awn blade instantly separated from the yellow bird''s left wing and flew into the sleeve again.
The yellow bird''s huge eyes closed one by one, followed the purple light to find the murderer who secretly attacked him, and his eyes showed an amazing cruel killing intention. Suddenly, his wings closed, ignoring the attacks around him, and swooped down towards the Golden Vase.
In the face of the behemoth swooping down like a storm, the Golden Vase not only didn''t feel nervous, but giggled twice. Her delicate body flashed like a goose yellow fiber cloud and rushed straight towards the blooming flowers.
The yellow bird gave a clear roar and its huge wings shook. It closely chased behind the Golden Vase. The momentum was terrible, as if it vowed to tear it into pieces!
Sooner or later, the Golden Vase''s body flashed. Seeing that the shoulder would be caught by the yellow bird''s giant claw, it had already flown over the flower bed. In a faint way, there was a red light in the afterlight.
At this time, the sudden change protruded!
On the flowers, bursts of red light suddenly burst up, and suddenly connected into a piece. In the sky above, there also appeared a red ancient tripod, which is the treasure of the town school of the ghost King sect, the Fulong tripod!
There was a man standing on the Fulong tripod, his face was calm, his mouth was chanting words, and the mysterious mantra echoed slowly at the top of the giant tree.
Below, Youji led the disciples of the ghost King sect to urge the trapped dragon que Dharma array. The red light soared several times again and connected with the virtual dragon tripod in the sky.
The yellow bird was not prevented. Its huge body directly hit the red light curtain. It only heard the "roaring" sound shaking the sky and the earth, but it could not shake the seemingly fragile light curtain.
After living for thousands of years, the yellow bird''s wisdom is almost no less than that of human beings. Just now, he was hot-blooded and came straight after the Golden Vase. Now, seeing this posture, I immediately reacted. These hateful and despicable human friars had already hidden here and used the array to deal with themselves.
How can the yellow bird be caught? Immediately waved his huge wings, and his huge body like a hill rushed left and right, desperately hitting the light curtain transformed by the red light.
I don''t know whether it''s because I fought with everyone just now, which consumed a lot of energy, or because the trapped dragon que array was strong, the yellow bird hit the light curtain several times, but it was always resisted by the mysterious rune.
For a moment, he not only failed to break the light curtain, but aggravated his injury.
"It seems that you still don''t give up on the four spirits blood array!"
In the clouds, Zhang Han''s eyes burst and waited for a long time. Finally, at the moment when the ghost King appeared, he was very happy. He immediately pulled out the soul chopping knife and whispered, "Jie, thousands of Sakura king is strict!"
With Yan Ling singing from his mouth, Zhang Han held the handle of the knife and loosened it slowly. I saw the soul chopping knife shining pink. It was not conspicuous under the cover of thick clouds.
The soul chopping knife slowly fell down along the gravity. In an instant, the void under your feet suddenly rippled like water waves, spreading layer by layer.
When the whole blade sank into the ripple, two rows of giant blades emerged behind Zhang Han. Each blade is about seven or eight meters long, and the number is no less than 100. Like the soldiers guarding Zhang Han, they are neatly separated behind them.
For a moment, the giant blade suddenly exploded into clusters of pink cherry blossoms from the top, dancing with the wind, like happy elves dancing around the whole body. Hundreds of millions of petals, like landslides and tsunamis, disperse the surrounding dark clouds.
"Go!"
Zhang Han slowly raised his right hand, facing the ghost king sitting on the Dragon tripod below, and pressed down with his backhand.
The dancing sea of flowers seems to be controlled by inexplicable forces, and it seems that mountain torrents and showers find an outlet to vent, and suddenly turn into a pink dragon, flying down like teeth and claws.
From a distance, in the sky and in the depths of the sea of clouds, it seems that a pink waterfall flows down and hangs in the void. Under the bright sun, it is so poetic, picturesque and dreamlike!
There is an amazing sense of awe in beauty!
The ghost king, who was managing the trapped dragon que array, raised his head and couldn''t help shaking his body. In an instant, the flying sea of flowers was not far away from him.
The ghost king didn''t want to, and burst into a drink. The mysterious mantra seemed to be loud and clear. The light curtain connected with the Fulong Ding suddenly soared and wrapped his body in it.
Boom!
The true yuan and spiritual pressure carried by each cherry blossom are not very strong, but thousands of impacts still make the red light curtain tremble violently, rippling layers of ripples, crisscross, and then spread downward.
At this scene, the ghost King''s heart jumped and his face looked panic. It seemed that in the next second, the powerful light curtain that even yellow birds could trap would be shattered by the overwhelming sea of flowers.
Fortunately, the trapped Dragon Pavilion Dharma array is an ancient evil array with unparalleled power. The Dragon tripod is also the top magic weapon. The two phases cooperate. Whenever the light curtain is broken, the mysterious mantra will shine.
Finally, Zhang Han''s attack was stopped.
After the blow, hundreds of millions of cherry blossoms fluttered and returned to Zhang Han''s side.
Zhang Han walked down with an inexplicable smile on his mouth.
Every time he took a step down, the sea of flowers fluttered around him. Hundreds of cherry blossoms were combined to form a section of steps, which fell at his feet and supported his body.
From a distance, the sea of flowers has formed a ladder in the void!
Against the tall and straight figure dressed in white, he walked quietly, as if the nine heavenly gods and men fell into the world and walked slowly down from the throne of heaven in the depths of the void.