Taoist chanting

Chapter 394
The feeling of dying once is definitely not good!
To keep calm before the landslide is a choice that has no choice.

Zhang Wenfeng believes that Mo Ye's improved "replacing the dead ghost" yin soldier talisman is to solve the biggest crisis in front of him. The escape method slipped away, otherwise he would have died in vain this time, wasting the heaven-defying effect of the dead ghost talisman.

He released a whole ghost-head mushroom powder back and forth, but it was useless against the experienced Wuxiu guardian.

Fortunately, he has many means and does not hesitate to treasure.

Like the Flying Sword of Transforming Void and Returning to Reality named "Prickly Thorn", it is rare in the world, and it explodes at the slightest disagreement.

Exercising the unique skill of sword supernatural power, just in order to be able to stab that ray of natal sword energy into the back of the white-robed old man, at any cost, even costing his life.

Fortunately, there were no deviations in the results. A pair of phantom shadow soldiers and ghost knights had already formed a cavalry formation of Yin soldiers. The old men in white robes fought together.

The whole body is in black armor, and the misty and faceless Yin soldiers are holding ghostly fire spears. They kill the tall phantom ghost beasts with four or six or ten shots. They are silent and ghostly. They are not afraid of life and death, just He rushed forward and fired a shot.

The white-robed old man understood that the Taoist boy was the one who caused the evil. As long as he killed that boy, all the seemingly endless shadows of shadow soldiers summoned by some unknown method would disappear.

However, he lost all his moves first. Facing the shadows of Yin soldiers with third-level strength overwhelming, he was tired of coping.

I couldn't even hit a punch when I took the time, so I had to rely on the treasures in my body to fight and retreat to the west. The ray of sword energy that pierced his body didn't take the opportunity to attack, but lurked down, letting him feel like a light on his back, Very uncomfortable.

"Boy, who are you? Why can you drive the Nether Yin Soldiers?"

Although the old man in white robe didn't have a job for several years, he never thought that he would end his long life in this way. Make the most favorable arrangements, and the difference of a few years can often cultivate a few decisive masters.

Tu Kun had already captured the flying stone, and Zhang Guanzhu, who flew out of the pit, fell two hundred feet behind all the Yin soldiers and ghost riders. He didn't dare to get too close, and he couldn't leave too far.

There are still pairs of ghost soldiers jumping out from the stone figurines inside the black cloth bag and bottle, turning into silent ghost riders and besieging and killing the old man in white robe.

No one paid any attention to the desperate guardian of Wuxiu.

From the bottom of his heart, Tu Kun sighed with emotion for the generosity of the ancestor of the hairpin flower, and the arrangement of the second hand was too unexpected.

A few more Golden Core monsters would be consumed by the endless emergence of third-tier Yin soldiers and ghost rider shadows. Such asymmetrical killings would cause even fifth-tier masters to shy away.

The white-robed old man was covered with blood. He cast a life-threatening long sword and killed five or six Yin soldiers and ghost cavalry in the front. Not destroyed, falling into a situation of killing more and more.

The Yin soldiers and ghost riders were silent, fearless in life and death, just rolling around like a wheel.

After about half a quarter of an hour, after more than [-] miles, a broken corpse fell to the ground from the air.

Zhang Wenfeng withdrew his natal sword energy with a wave of his hand, after he died once, there was no need for him to make another move.

All the Yin soldiers and ghost riders raised their spears and raised their guns in a uniform line.

He cupped his hands in return, watching the Yin soldiers turn into black air and disappear into the air.

The scapegoat talisman can replace the death twice, and the yin soldier talisman improved by Mo Ye can call the 52 shadow soldiers he sent away twice after the scapegoat.

This is tantamount to the biggest hole card in his hand.

Killing a guard at the late stage of Golden Core, Zhang Wenfeng didn't have a smile on his face. This deal is a bit of a loss.

Mo Ye didn't explain to him exactly how powerful the Yin Bing Talisman was, perhaps because he was worried that he would "bully" others. Really, he was cautious, how could he be such a person?

"died?!"

Tu Kun understands how difficult it is to kill a witch cultivator at the golden core state, and it is still a bit unbelievable to witness the black soldiers and ghost cavalry besieged and killed easily. .

Even if you want to escape from the soul, it is a luxury.

Yin soldiers devour souls, it is only right and proper.

"We'll have to find a perfunctory excuse later, it's impossible for the two of us to kill a witch cultivator."

Tu Kun scratched his hair and thought hard, not to deal with the aftermath lightly.

Credit is one thing, not getting yourself into trouble is another.

Zhang Wenfeng grabbed a stack of paper money and threw it into the air, which turned into balls of orange flames and scattered, and said with a smile: "There are several masters who know that I am familiar with Master Bai from the Nether Realm. It's human nature to help soldiers."

What he said was of course a cold joke.

The Nether Realm was not opened by his family, no matter how familiar he is with Bai Wuchang, it is impossible to invite him out to deal with a shaman cultivator in the human world. The white-robed old man is a genuine guardian with imperial seals, not those lonely souls who endanger the world The stream of wild ghosts.

Of course, monks in the world only have a half-knowledge of these hidden rules of the underworld.

Only a ghost like him can understand the details.

Tu Kun laughed and said: "Okay, let's go with this theory. You rest, I will go and scrape that Wuxiu guardian envoy, and I don't know how many good things are left behind?"

He is poor and crazy now, hoping to find some treasures to enrich himself.

He has all his skills and can't use them, he is very aggrieved.

With more treasures in his hands, he has enough confidence.

He flew down to the ground, collected the broken bodies and piled them together, searched carefully one by one, found a ring after a while, and was overjoyed, good things should be hidden in the treasures, he has a way to grind a golden core The spiritual imprint under the cultivator found a long sword that had lost its spirituality and a few fragments of magic weapons.

Zhang Wenfeng turned around suddenly, and saw the mountain badger flying along the low sky in the night.

Two little spirits flew out from the bristles on the badger's back, and Lu Xin'er spoke with a hint of tears in her voice: "Mr. Zhang, how is your injury? We will heal your injuries. Wait a minute, we will heal you."

Zhang Wenfeng's robes were all in tatters, and there was blood on his mouth. He took out the items in the robes, and changed into a brand-new blue Taoist gown that was rewarded by the Daolu branch.

If the two little spirits were not allowed to do something, Lu Xin'er and the others would feel uneasy.

He also wanted to see what Green Weaver was capable of.

Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er flew up in the air, holding small green staffs in their hands, and chanted beautiful songs.

All kinds of green light spots floated from the grass, shrubs, and short trees, flickering, and flew towards Zhang Guanzhu who was standing still. The wood energy essence cast by Lu Xiner and the others was pure and flawless, repairing the main body of Zhang Guan Injuries to internal organs.

But for a moment, Zhang Wenfeng, who had recovered his cultivation base, smiled and waved his hands: "Enough, the most powerful healing technique."

Only then did Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er feel happy, and they got under the collar on the left side with ease.

The two elves were whispering, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Wenfeng leaned over and patted the mountain badger on the back, telling the mountain badger to go back, and not to let the group of mortals who finally arrived at Da'an not far from the border be scattered.

After Tu Kun collected the loot from the three corpses, he had to discuss some details with Tu Kun.

Make it as perfect as possible without any mistakes.

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(End of this chapter)