Fantasy: Storytelling Covers the Sky, the Saint Falls in Love

Chapter 159

Han Lian took a step forward, performed the Great Void Technique, and then came to the front of the elephant clan great lord. After a certain distance, he casually summoned the gold paper of the Heaven Devouring Demonic Art. The Heaven Devouring

Demonic Art is indeed a well-known magic scripture in the world of Covering the Sky. Just now, when he used it to activate it, a great lord of Nirvana died quietly.

After the bloody rain under the yellow sky was spread, some big monsters came back to their senses and looked at Han Lian, whose aura was like that of an ordinary person. They were afraid of him like a tiger.

Although some big monsters thought Han Lian was quite handsome, they only had lust at this time and no courage.

The changes on the battlefield were quite fast. Those monsters who were killing red-eyed soon forgot about this matter and then came to fight Han Lian.

Beside Ye Fan, the black-backed golden-winged roc did not make a move. It had been hovering in the sky in front of Han Lian. If there were monsters to attack, it would naturally escape from the sky and perform a thunderous attack.

To it, it didn't matter whether it was a demon or a human. It was 100% loyal to Han Lian, so it would protect Han Lian's safety first, even if it could kill an ordinary demon.....In another battlefield above the Nine Heavens, the Golden Ring Patriarch was being besieged by three Pure Yang Patriarchs of the Demon Clan.

Around him, eight golden rings formed a large formation, which could dissolve every attack.

Although he was being beaten, he was not forgiving.

"Silly cow, did you eat less grass today? How come you have no strength? Have you seen the Eight-Gate Golden Ring Formation of the ancestor? Although the ancestor has always boasted that only the eight pure yang ancestors can break it, you are really far behind.

Come, hit the middle of the golden ring quickly. If you can break it open, the ancestor will offer you your tablet later!"

"Who was that? Isn't this the lame old wolf? I haven't seen you for a few days. How come you are so weak? Come, walk a few steps for me to see. If I am happy, I might give you two bones."

"Ancestor Argali, I remember that your demon country has been driven to the barren northwest. Why are you still involved in this matter?

Don't you understand that if my fellow human beings come, they can escape with the support of the demon country. If they die at that time, it will be your turn. If you die, how many pure Yang will be there to protect your demon country?

I am afraid that it will be swallowed up by other demon countries before the thousand-year catastrophe...."

Although there were few dirty words in his words, the three pure Yang ancestors of the demon race present were furious.

Most of the pure Yang of the demon race were far away on the Liangjie Mountain and had never been defeated. The reason why they came here was nothing more than pressure and resentment in their hearts.

However, although the Golden Ring Ancestor had a strong temper, he was a cautious person. His killing methods were not many, but his defense methods were among the top three even among the pure Yang ancestors of the human race.

The reason why Emperor Renzong of the Xunfeng Dynasty was relieved of this person guarding Yanbei Road was nothing more than his unparalleled defense methods.

Under the Eight-Gate Golden Ring Formation, this person was invincible.

Not to mention a few days, even if he persisted for several months or even years, it would be normal.

Once the war of communication means started, it would be transmitted back to Xundu in less than half a day. At that time, Emperor Renzong would select troops and generals to kill, and this person would naturally have no worries.

The Demon Bull Ancestor used his horns, which had been cultivated for thousands of years, to attack the formation. He had already tried his best and was just short of using his best trick.

He stared at the Golden Ring Ancestor with his eyes wide open:"Golden Ring Ancestor, your turtle shell is really hard. Why don't you fight the Turtle Ancestor? If you have the guts, withdraw this formation and fight me to your heart's content.""

"You, stupid ox, really have a brain injury. My ancestor’s famous method is this Eight-Gate Golden Ring Formation, and you actually want me to withdraw this method.

Ancestor, if I don’t use the formation to defend, can I go against three alone?

You will know the taste of this if you try it yourself.

With this dull brain, if you are sold out by other monsters, you may not even know how you died."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly sensed something and looked in one direction.

The three monster ancestors also stopped their methods, looking solemn.

They actually sensed a breath of pure yang from the human race, which should not be.

Even if the closest Jin Gemen has a pure yang ancestor rushing on the road, it will take at least more than an hour to get there.

‘Could it be that they happened to run into a human Pure Yang wandering around Yanbei? 'This thought flashed through their minds, and the Golden Ring Patriarch heard the voice transmission and had already recognized the identity of the person.

He was refreshed, and the Eight-Gate Golden Ring Formation flipped in the air, and then trapped the three Pure Yang Patriarchs.

Looking at their somewhat stunned expressions, his face was already full of smiles.

"Everyone, disaster has come. Quickly break my formation. Otherwise, losing your life is a small matter. If your true spirit is destroyed, you will have nothing left."

"Such a big tone..."

Before the Wolf Devouring Ancestor finished speaking, he saw the figure getting closer and closer. He couldn't help but let out a strange cry, with a look of disbelief.

"Baiwu Patriarch Lin Yuan, how could you get here from Xundu?"

"Wolf Devourer, you actually knew that I have been in Xundu. It seems that you have spies around me.

If so, I will not let you go until I search your soul today."

As he spoke, Baiwu Patriarch Lin Yuan took a step forward and stepped into the Eight-Gate Golden Ring Formation.

His aura flowed, making the three Pure Yang Patriarchs of the Monster Clan look solemn.

They still attached great importance to this great Nirvana who lived seven hundred years ago.

The Golden Ring Patriarch looked at Lin Yuan, then put a layer of defensive golden ring on him, laughed strangely, and shook his head like a child:"Baiwu Patriarch, help me deal with them!"

"Don't worry, don't worry, we still need someone to take action.���"It's dangerous."

Bai Wu Patriarch shook his head slightly, and the three demon tribes' Chun Yang and Jin Huan Patriarchs were all stunned.

‘There is actually a human Pure Yang who takes action? This is the common thought in their minds, but their thoughts are completely opposite.

At this time, the figure of the sword-wielding ancestor Meng Lian has emerged. Although he still has shackles on his hands and feet, his robes are neatly worn. At some point, his hair, which was originally as dry as a chicken coop, has become elegant and handsome again.

Compared with before, his whole temperament is as different as heaven and earth.

After knowing that Hongxiu has been reincarnated and awakened his wisdom, the state of mind of this sword-eating ancestor seems to have returned to the past.

Seeing this man with a sword under his feet slowly walking into the formation, the Golden Ring ancestor had some doubts and secretly sent a message to the Baiwu ancestor.

"Is this Chunyang, a newcomer in swordsmanship? How come he looks unfamiliar?"

Newcomer?

" Upon hearing this, Baiwu Patriarch Lin Yuan couldn't help laughing in his heart and said in a voice transmission:"This person is considered a junior of you and me, and now he is considered a fellow Taoist.

He was born in the Wushan Sword School more than a thousand years ago, and his strength is much stronger than mine. Perhaps you will know it after some time."

Wushan Sword School...Upon hearing about this sect, Patriarch Jinhuan obviously thought of some bad memories, but then he was shocked.

Baiwu Linyuan's strength is already one of the strongest among the Chunyang, and this sword cultivator Chunyang is actually stronger than Patriarch Baiwu. It seems that at least one of the three Chunyang of the demon clan will never go back.

He looked at Meng Lian, then at the three Chunyang of the demon clan, and laughed again.

In the blink of an eye, the three golden rings on his wrists transformed into a halo and appeared on Patriarch Chijian Meng Lian, who smiled at him kindly:"Daoyou, just fight, and leave the defense to me!"

Patriarch Chijian heard this and looked at Patriarch Jinhuan in surprise, shook his head and chuckled.

"In fact, things are not that complicated."

He took a step forward, raised his hand, and the wind and clouds between heaven and earth gathered in his palm.

With a wave of his sleeves, waves of clanging sounds resounded, and all the clouds turned into pure and sharp sword energy, like a torrent, rushing towards the three pure Yang ancestors of the demon clan.

Seeing this, the Demon Bull Ancestor groaned, and he stepped slightly in the air, and a thick stone wall rose from the ground.

But before he touched it, the Baiwu Ancestor raised his hand and moved the Demon Bull Ancestor to the side.

"Leave this to me, Daoist friend, just take action without worries!"

In the blink of an eye, the torrent of sword energy reached the two pure Yangs of the demon race.

They sensed the sharp sword energy and used their own methods. The Swallow Wave Patriarch roared, and the sky appeared behind him, opening its mouth wide, as if it had turned into a huge black hole.

""Swallow it for me!"

In the blink of an eye, most of the sword energy entered the black hole, and there was no sound anymore.

The old ram ancestor, however, was a little more miserable.

Although he barely blocked the attack with the ram's mountain-lifting celestial phenomenon, a lot of blood marks were left on his body.

Large drops of blood fell into the golden ring formation, and there was a loud noise.

When the old ancestor Chijian saw the wolf-swallowing method, his eyes lit up slightly, and his whole body flowed, turning into a giant sword that pierced the sky, and suddenly slashed over.

Boom!

The surging sword energy shattered the wolf-swallowing ancestor's celestial phenomenon, and the sword was slashed out, and in an instant it was swallowed by the black hole that suddenly appeared.

Although he knew how to defeat the enemy, it was still a bit troublesome. The three of them... The Chunyangs of the tribe used their own methods to fight for more than ten rounds. Although they suppressed the Chunyang of the demon tribe, they were not able to win.

After a few voice transmissions, they began to plan. After the Sword-Eating Ancestor pierced the Wolf-Swallowing's forehead with a sword, the Eight-Gate Golden Ring Formation shook suddenly, sending the two Chunyangs of the Demon Tribe, the Wolf-Swallowing and the Argali, out of the formation together.

The sword, which was originally as sharp as a flying swan, disappeared into the void and reappeared, but it chopped on the horns of the Demon Bull Ancestor.

He had been suppressed by the Hundred Martial Ancestor and had been feeling aggrieved, and it had already turned into himself.

The sword light was so fast that it actually cut off the huge horns of the bull with one blow.

Seeing that the whole formation was shrouded in blood mist, the Golden Ring Ancestor laughed again.

‘Apart from other things, Chunyang of the demon clan is full of treasures. Now he looks like he can definitely eat the bull whip.'