Yingying stared at the blood-red light and raised her guard secretly. After a while, only a loud 'bang' was heard, and a powerful wave of air suddenly spread out from the **** light. Seeing this, Yingying hurriedly placed a defensive cover in front of her to resist the attack of the air waves.

   After the blood-red light receded, he saw the masked man standing upright in the air with a sword, and the golden ropes wrapped around him were actually freed by him. Seeing the masked man standing on the opposite side unharmed, Yingying's face changed slightly. At this moment, the masked man sneered, "Do you really think you can deal with me with this formation? It's just a dream." Ling Xuejiu, who was in the center of the formation, immediately changed his handprints when he saw this. Following her movement, the other eight elders spit out a mouthful of blood and drew a strange rune in mid-air with that bright red blood. In an instant, the eight runes flashed dazzling and mysterious rays of light. After the eight runes were formed, Ling Xuejiu said in an icy voice: "The Eight Saints of the Demon Conqueror Formation Conquer the Demons." As soon as the voice fell, the eight runes flew towards the golden bell, and soon joined the Bright golden light merged into one. Immediately afterwards, I saw eight huge red runes appearing on the surface of the golden bell. Those strange runes slowly rotated on the surface of the golden bell, and there were also strange sounds. That voice is like the voice of the Buddha, purifying the mind, and like the roar of thunder, shocking the mind. Feeling the strange sound, the masked man's eyes suddenly narrowed.

   At the same time, Yingying raised her sleeves, unfolded her figure, and quickly retreated back. After she dodged, Ling Xuejiu changed his hands and spat out the word 'open'. Suddenly, eight people appeared on the eight huge red runes. Among the eight people were men and women, and some of them were wearing Taoist robes and holding swords, looking like a fairy. Others are wearing cassocks with ring scars on their heads, holding a Zen staff in one hand and a Buddhist salute in the other, like a monk who has attained the Tao. Others are wearing neon dresses and flower dresses, with beautiful faces and a holy look, like a fairy from the Nine Heavens descending to the world. These eight people have different shapes and outfits, as if cultivators from all directions gathered here. As soon as the eight men and women appeared, a powerful and terrifying momentum spread from all directions, and they all rushed towards the masked man in the middle of the formation. Feeling the pressure of that momentum, the always arrogant masked man finally restrained the contempt in his eyes. He snorted lightly, and his aura suddenly burst out, fighting against that terrifying aura.

   However, his aura was obviously weaker than that of the eight men and women working together. Not long after, I saw the masked man standing upright in mid-air sinking slightly, as if he could not resist the invasion of that momentum. "That's right, I finally got a bit of a look." The masked man who was oppressed by his aura smiled coldly, his eyes instantly sharpened. Afterwards, he roared loudly, and his body was like a sword. He even penetrated the encirclement of that momentum and rushed straight to the top of the golden bell. Immediately afterwards, the sword in his hand shook, and the clanging sound immediately resounded in everyone's ears. When Ling Xuejiu saw that the opponent had broken through the terrifying momentum, his pair of willow eyebrows couldn't help but pick it up. She pursed her lips and spit out the word 'disable' again. As soon as the word extinguished came out, the eight men and women around the golden bell immediately danced.