Taoist chanting

Chapter 221 Breaking through the ghost formation, killing the ghosts together

Zhang Wenfeng, who was flying in front of him in the sky, turned back with a swish, and a jujube sword appeared in his hand.

Jujube wood is also known as "evil warding wood", which has miraculous effects against ghosts and evil like peach wood swords.

He didn't expect that this place is nearly two hundred miles away from Guizai Ridge, it's not dark yet, and the ghosts are so bold that they set up ambush traps, trying to lure the two flying in the air to catch them all, otherwise they won't be able to deal with the two There is no need for such a big battle for a donkey of the first rank.

I have a big appetite, and I'm not afraid that I won't be able to eat it to death.

"Be careful, there is a 'Ghost King'!"

Yun Qiuhe drew her sword and shouted, she sensed a faint and powerful aura hiding in the ghost aura below.

There is an old saying that when ghosts gather, there will be a "ghost king".

"Ghost King" is just a title, and it does not mean that the ghost king has a third-level strength. Just like "Monkey King", there will be a monkey king leader with outstanding strength among a large group of monkeys, otherwise the group will fall apart and have no cohesion.

Zhang Wenfeng wiped the black cloth bag with his left hand, squeezed out three sticks of incense sticks, shook them, and the sticks of incense sticks were lit.

He swayed the incense in the air with his left hand according to a certain rhythm, and held the sword in his right hand to protect his body. The foundation of the ghostly aura that obscures people's ears.

His chanting sound blessed with peculiar rhymes, and the soul-inducing incense mist that he waved in his hands were extremely attractive to the ghosts below.

It was like pouring a ladle of cold water in a pan of oil, and the bottom immediately became chaotic.

Countless ghosts turned into dots of light and ghosts, flying out of the black mist, scattered like fireflies all over the air, the black mist that besieged the donkey quickly became thinner, and there were even vacancies in some places, greatly reducing the power of the formation.

A sharp ghost scream sounded from below, full of anger.

It seems to be warning the low-level ghosts who have left their posts without authorization, and yelling at the disobedient ghosts to go back.

The sky was gloomy, almost dusk.

Numerous low-level ghosts sniffed the diffused incense and circled the chanting man in a big circle. They were afraid of the thousand-year-old jujube sword and did not dare to get too close. A few ghosts were intimidated by the majesty of the high-level ghosts below, and then fled to the bottom.

Yun Qiuhe stared at the black mist, scanned and probed with his spiritual sense, pinched a snowflake-shaped magic weapon with a thick middle and six thin sides with his left hand, and prepared the ultimate magic move with his left hand, and set out a mission with Guanzhu Zhang. Just met ghosts.

The most important thing is that Zhang Guanzhu's methods are strong enough to suppress the situation.

Even the spirit beast donkey, covered in thunder and lightning, criss-crossed the crowd of ghosts, invincible.

There are no weak soldiers under a strong general, as expected.

She recognized the doorway of the ghost formation below, which was the "Three Ghosts Trapped Soul Formation" presided over by three-headed second-level ghosts. With so much time before departure, how could she not make some preparations?
Hearing the sound of familiar scriptures coming through the ghost fog in the air, the donkey was refreshed, and felt that the fog that suppressed it was leaking everywhere, and there were holes in the air. "Kacha" trampled in circles, and the thunder flashed, crushing and smashing the ghost claws emerging from the ground.

It muttered in its heart: Donkey day, trying to restrict its actions with such a cheap method, it's just a dream.

Gathering up its momentum, it spotted the thin mist in front of it, and jumped up. It had to rush out first, and then use its advantages to attack ghosts who dared to frame it with long-range lightning.

Several pitch-black bone spears shot out from the ground suddenly, silently attacking the donkey's exposed belly.

The donkey yelled: "Donkey day, don't let the donkey catch you, dare to plot against the donkey's life."

It is afraid of death and pain, so its lightning wrapping technique will always be more proficient than its proficient lightning falling technique and sound explosion technique. When it senses the attack is approaching, its belly is already covered with large and small lightning ripples .

One on top of the other, entangled and intertwined, like brilliant petals.

It was in the air, twisting its body with all its strength, and three bone spears rubbed its fur to take away a stream of lightning sparks. It still hadn't completely escaped the deliberate assassination attack, and two pitch-black bone spears pierced the donkey's lower abdomen and crotch almost simultaneously. department.

The lightning rippled like sparks blooming, resolving the huge impact and piercing force, and the friction made a piercing sound of sour teeth.

The donkey's momentum was blocked and it fell back to the ground.

It turned around cursing, and suddenly sprayed wildly at the direction of the mist that showed a trace of abnormal fluctuations just now. The sound explosion and lightning strikes were almost indiscriminate, and they blasted fiercely in the mist.

It is no longer the unpromising donkey of the past. When it loses its temper, it doesn't matter whether it is a ghost king or a second-level ghost, it will be beaten first.

A fuzzy figure wrapped in traces of thunder light twisted and appeared in the sky five feet away.

This time it was a tiger-shaped ghost with black and white stripes faintly visible.

The donkey screamed excitedly, turned around and stomped on the ground, flying into the air and slamming fiercely at the ghost it blasted out.

Its [-]-[-]-jin physique seemed unstoppable, but on the way to the donkey, the donkey swung its hips abruptly, and performed its trick of kicking consecutively without a shadow.

The two huge hooves made a "bang bang" sound of breaking through the air, and they kicked out with a few slams as fast as lightning.

One of the kicks is solid, the thunder flashes, the donkey uses its strength to charge forward, flips its hind legs and kicks the rock on the side hard with its hooves, the speed increases a little bit, and the thunder flashes all over its body, finally rushes out of the fog siege, four hooves alternate Step on the rock walls on both sides.

It's not that stupid, didn't it take the opportunity to break out of the encirclement, and still stay in the ghost fog and chat with ghosts?
A streak of black air was like a thread, chasing out of the range of the black mist several times in a row but failed to catch the donkey jumping left and right.

"Ha ha!"

Yun Qiuhe laughed, and she was impressed by the donkey's performance.

She pressed down the magic weapon held in her left hand, and dozens of ice arrows quickly condensed into shape, exuding a icy breath, and shot concentratedly at Huying who was kicked into the air by a donkey in the black mist, and she also liked beating up the drowning ghost.

The much thinner mist suddenly sped up its flow, rolling the injected Frostbolts upside down.

"burst!"

Yun Qiuhe let out a soft drink, and the ice arrows exploded into balls of cold air, penetrating into the ghost air, and the ghost mist that lacked the participation of many ghosts suddenly failed to run smoothly, and its power was greatly reduced. Her goal was not a certain local ghost at all, but to break the ghost. The whole ghost array.

The three ground ghosts in the formation watched the donkey covered in lightning come and go several times, blocked the donkey twice in vain, and let the cunning donkey slip away from under their noses, and now the woman in the air blocked the ghost with magic again. gas.

The ghost king, who was unable to separate himself by controlling the formation, screamed even more sharply in anger.

"late!"

The magic weapon in Yun Qiuhe's hand cast spells several times in a row, and a cloud of dark clouds formed above the valley.

The raindrops are pattering, falling down, and the dripping water is flowing.

There is a master Zhang who uses chanting methods to attract more and more little ghosts to fly into the air. She can let go of her hands and feet, use utensils and water techniques to fight with three ghosts, and rush out of the sound transmission channel of the donkey turning back twenty or thirty feet away. : "On the left, where the blue raindrops are floating, attack with lightning!"

She has been hanging out in Qingzheng other courtyard for a long time, and she has long known that donkeys can speak human language and are good at cursing.

Before the words were finished, thunder flashed, and six silver lightnings turned into sharp blades, piercing the position marked by the blue raindrops.

The donkey watched Fu Gujing's battle of catching thieves, and it figured out that it learned some new and ingenious techniques, which greatly improved the power of the lightning strike.

There was a sudden surge in the mist, and the tiger shadow was wrapped in thunder light, revealing its figure.

Yun Qiuhe held the magic weapon of snowflakes in his left hand, the blue light was shining, and he shouted through sound transmission: "Flying sword, kill!"

She used the water vapor and the cold air penetrating the ghost formation to restrain the unlucky ghost that appeared. Although she could only fight for a moment, it was enough for Zhang Guanzhu, who chanted scriptures to save low-level ghosts, to make a move.

There was a flash of pink light in the air, and the next moment, the tiger shadow ghost let out a mournful tiger roar.

The flying sword pierced through Huying's skull with the gloomy left eye.

The ghost image collapsed into a cavity the size of a fist, transparent from front to back.

A little green flame attached to the tip of the sword stayed in Huying's head and burned.

Wood fire is the fire of vitality, and it exists like poison for ghosts that do not belong to the world and cut off their vitality.

How could Huying's ghost withstand such an attack? It was severely injured and roared, unable to even become invisible. The wood fire was destroying its ghostly aura, making its hidden soul faintly revealed, and Huying panicked. , cried:

"help me!"

"Chirp", the Taomu Feijian disappeared like a ghost, and turned into the beating soul that was pierced by the cold light, and disappeared instantly through the piercing.

Huying's ghost stature was deadlocked in the air, with two hollows as the center, the naked eye could see cracks spreading in all directions, and pieces of ghosts cracked and fell off, turning into mist, and it fell without waiting for the help of its companions.

Even with the cover of the ghost array, the second-order ghosts are hard to kill, not impossible.

A pitch-black pebble of irregular bean size fell to the ground, making a soft "click" sound, which was mixed with the noise of ghosts everywhere, which was extremely inconspicuous.

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(End of this chapter)