In front of Chentang Pass, Jieshi set up a formation of ten thousand immortals, with colorful clouds and thousands of auspicious clouds in the sky.

In the formation, the disciples of Jie Cult were crowded with people, each arranged according to the formation map. The formation was extremely mysterious and dazzling.

At the front of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, three formations stood in clusters, echoing each other. Wuyunxian, Qiushouxian, Jinguangxian and others led the formation to take the lead, forming the Tai Chi two-character and four-syllable force, with endless spiritual energy and endless magic power.

Chen Mang glanced at the formation, couldn't help but shake his head slightly, and said to everyone beside him: "Although it is difficult to break this formation, it is easy to break this formation."

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Guangchengzi showed a speechless expression and complained: "Great sage, speak human words."

Chen Mang glared at him: "Don't I understand enough? If you kill the person who presided over the formation, the formation will naturally be broken!"

"It's a really good idea, just like I didn't say it..."

Guangchengzi rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at everyone: "Who will break the formation with me?"

Manjushri Samantabhadra Cihang and the other three set out, auspicious clouds rose under their feet, and they followed Guangchengzi toward the formation with magic weapons in their hands.

Guangchengzi was in the air and sacrificed the Fantian Seal, killing 100 in the east and 100 in the west. When he fell into the formation, the formation had become fragmented due to the incoming number of people.

Seeing that his disciple died tragically, Wuyunxian shouted angrily: "Guangchengzi, come and take his life!" After that, he held a sledgehammer and smashed it towards Fantian Seal.

Down!

After a deafening loud noise, Fantian Seal was knocked back to Guangchengzi by a hammer.

Guang Chengzi's eyes trembled, and he saw that the magic power of the Dark Cloud Immortal was above him. The Fantian Seal turned into a palm-sized sacrifice, looking for an opportunity to attack the Dark Cloud Immortal, and fighting with him with a sword in his hand.

At the same time, the disciples of the Ancient Sect and the Western Sect each looked for opponents and entered other formations.

In an instant, the sound of killing shook the sky, spells flew together, magic weapons danced randomly, illuminating the entire sky with colorful colors.

Nezha and Ao Bing entered the Star Constellation Formation. Twenty-eight Star Constellations led their disciples to siege up. Ao Bing showed his dragon clan's true body and rushed back and forth several times, and the formation was hit by the impact.

Nezha rode on the bike, holding the Qiankun Bow, and his magic power condensed into a light arrow. He used the one-step technique he learned from Chen Mang, and shot wherever he pointed, and he fired it without any effort!

Suddenly, a loud dragon roar sounded, Ao Bing looked at him with red eyes, and roared angrily: "Did you have your eyes? You shot to my knees!"

Nezha replied with a smile: "Of course I have eyes, but this bow doesn't have eyes. Anyway, you have thick skin, so it's okay to shoot a few arrows!"

"How many more arrows do you want to give me?"

Ao Bing was so angry that the dragon's beard fluttered, and a bone-broken wind blew out of his mouth, which instantly turned the star formation into ice and snow.

The cold air hit, and Nezha, wearing open-crotch pants, suddenly felt cold under his crotch, and he was so cold that he was shocked, staring at Ao Bing and said, "You are revenge!"

Ao Bing sneered, "I'm helping you. I'll cast spells to make their behavior slower so that you can shoot more accurately."

Seeing that they did not take him seriously, Kui Mulang was immediately angry and shouted: "Western Star Constellation follows me to kill Ao Bing, and the others form a formation and take Nezha's tricycle straight!"

The others calmed down amid Kui Mulang's roar, formed a new formation to fight back, fighting with Nezha and Ao Bing.

Being in the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, Ao Bing did not dare to get entangled with them too much. He was full of green light on his body, and his cold murderous aura shot out from the dragon's eyes: "The Nine Transformed Qi of the Dragon to Travel in Taixu!"

Suddenly, a dragon-headed phantom floated out of Ao Bing's body, and a roar was roaring, and the energy of Taixu was spit out from his mouth. The earth collapsed wherever he passed, and the many stars blocked in front of him were empty.

The dragon shadow breathed and rushed forward, hitting the fire dragon formation set up by the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit in front.

"A nasty breath."

A Taoist appeared in front of the Fire Dragon Formation out of thin air, five-color divine lights, blue, yellow, red, black, and white, and the dragon breath and the dragon head phantom were wiped away by the five-color divine lights.

"Five-colored divine light, you are Kong Xuan!"

Ao Bing recognized Kong Xuan, and couldn't help but tremble, opened his mouth wide, took Nezha and ran away.

He heard from Qing'er that Kong Xuan's name. After the first disaster of the Dragon Han Dynasty, Kong Xuan was born and devoured many dragon clans. No one in the dragon clan could compete with him. Even if Qing'er finally took action, he would escape safely.

If you face this ancient evil god, even if you use the Divine Dragon Nine Transformations to condense the complete Ancestral Dragon True Spirit, you may not be your opponent!

Seeing that he wanted to escape, Kong Xuan sneered in his mouth, and the five-colored divine light behind him surged again, and a white divine light brushed towards the two of them.

At this moment, a Tai Chi diagram was attacked from the bottom of Ao Bing, and the white divine light hit the Tai Chi diagram and was immediately absorbed.

Kong Xuan was slightly stunned and said in surprise: "The innate yin and yang energy!"

Chen Mang walked out of the Tai Chi diagram, and Qing'er, who was full of murderous aura, was still beside him.

Qing'er looked down at Kong Xuan on the ground and summoned a blue sword in his hand: "You escaped by luck last time, but this time I'm not so lucky."

Kong Xuan's expression sterned, and a huge murderous aura burst out in his eyes: "Well, I was not in my realm when I fought the previous time, so I was defeated by you! Today, I have achieved great power and I just broke up with you!"

Qing'er didn't say much, and released her magic power, covered her body with a faint green light, and raised her sword and stabbed at Kong Xuan.

After Kong Xuan said that, the true body of a peacock appeared, with feathers like wheels, golden and green, blooming with five-colored divine light.

Seeing the five-colored divine light brushing towards Qing'er, Chen Mang embraced Yin and Yang, and the Tai Chi diagram expanded and pushed it to Kong Xuan, counteracting the five-colored divine light.

Two flames erupted from Kong Xuan's eyes and shot towards Chen Mang, but Chen Mang waved his hand away.

Seeing that the five-colored divine light was inferior to the innate yin and yang energy, Kong Xuan let out a sharp cry from his mouth, turned back to his human body, raised the Yanyue Sword, and brought up a fire to slash towards Qing'er's face.

A green light flashed, and Qing'er had already arrived behind Kong Xuan, and a few drops of golden blood fell from the sword in his hand.

Looking at Kong Xuan again, a gully had already cracked on his chest, golden blood staining his clothes, his eyes were slightly dispersed, and it was obvious that his soul was seriously injured.

Kong Xuan turned his face pale, looking like he was powerless to fight again, but Qing'er turned back without any mercy and wiped his neck with a sword.

At this moment, the Seven Treasures Tree appeared in the sky, and opened Qing'er's sword. Zhunti stopped her with a smile: "Kong Xuan is destined to be with my Western religion, so I am here to save him to the Western Paradise."

As soon as the words fell, a loud bang sounded.

Zhunti was shocked and turned to look, but saw Kong Xuan's head exploded. He shook the bottom. A headless peacock corpse fell to the ground, and a wisp of soul was on the list of gods.

At the same time, Chen Mang scolded Nezha in a tone full of blame: "You kid, even if you are an archer, you can't show off!"

Nezha looked at the Qiankun Bow in his hand and looked confused: Did I shoot an arrow just now?

Chen Mang patted the back of his head, looked at Zhunti with regretful expressions of pain and said, "Go to rest assured, Nezha is still a child, I don't know that our teaching lacks people. Don't worry, I will teach him well in the future."

Zhunti glared at Nezha fiercely, and almost jumped up in anger. He glanced at Wuyunxian who was still fighting with Guangchengzi. His eyes lit up and he quickly headed over there.

Nezha scratched his head and said to Chen Mang aggrievedly: "Master, I really didn't shoot the arrow just now..."

Chen Mang gave him a blank look and said, "You unlucky child, who are you, are you?"

Yang Jian: “…”
Chapter completed!