Taoist chanting

Chapter 542

The ancient tomb is spacious enough, and there are donkeys and Tukun standing in front of them to stop and kill the skeleton and three ghosts and witches. Zhang Wenfeng also has time to observe the tomb while removing the ghost fleece for Yang Shuilan.

He recited the scriptures silently, and suddenly noticed that the gemstone on the top of the octagonal tomb had been calm and unwavering green light, and there were some ripples and flickering, mixed with thunder light, golden light, yellow spells, and the huge shaking shadows of fighting ghosts and witches. Very inconspicuous.

But it exists clearly, that kind of fluctuation seems a little familiar, almost distracting him.

"My lord, are you ready?"

Yang Shuilan asked in a low voice, she could feel that the priest was reciting the scriptures silently, and the invisible power washed her whole body, all the abnormalities were swept away, and there was no uncomfortable feeling that the ghost fleece was absorbing the divine power in her body.

She was a little puzzled that the master's right hand was still on her back, the heat of his palm made her uncomfortable, and the master's personality would not take advantage of her.

Zhang Wenfeng suddenly regained consciousness, quickly withdrew his palms, and stopped reciting scriptures silently.

The gemstones on the top of the ancient tomb returned to normal in an instant, quietly exuding a light as calm as water, without any fluctuations.

It wasn't the two remnant souls who were hiding, he suddenly thought, could it be... related to his chanting?
Yang Shuilan saw that Tukun and the donkey had crushed all the skeletons and repelled the three ghost beasts countless times. She used water magic to cover a ghost Wuchan that was knocked over by Tukun with a stone, and looked for the curse pattern on Ghost Wuchan's body. node.

Seeing that the viewer seemed to be thinking about countermeasures, he didn't bother.

She doesn't leave too far away from the temple master, so as not to be unable to take care of her.

This place is not like the outside, the three ghost witch beasts have no terrain to borrow, let alone drill into the ground, there are Tukun and donkeys enough to deal with it, if it is not for the previous greeting with the earth guardian, the ghost witch body is of great use, and the earth guardian throws it away The stone in the hand may have smashed one or two of them into pieces.

"Old Ge, if you don't show your ability to press the bottom of the box, you won't even be able to keep your hiding place."

The old woman's voice was a little anxious.

"I don't know how many lifetimes the old man has sinned. Having a greedy, ignorant and unrestrained idiot like you as a companion caused his body to rot. Now... well, death is death, just a relief."

There was a trace of hatred in the old voice.

"You are the idiot. Your whole family is all idiots. Five hundred years ago, my old lady was also beautiful. She was blind and abandoned her husband and son to follow you. You are a messy old bastard. It's my old lady who fell into the trap of an ancient tomb and lost her body..."

The old woman broke out violently, cursing wildly in hysterics.

Unpleasant roars echoed in the empty tomb, and the three ghosts and witches who were still struggling suddenly stopped still.

There was a light blue water mark on that ghost witch's jaw, Tu Kun's flying sword and the donkey's sword energy turned and pierced fiercely, killing the ghost witch toad whose weakness in the curse pattern was found in one fell swoop.

The old woman was frightened, and screamed: "Old man Ge, you are crazy! You can explode ghost witch beasts yourself, the other side of the tomb is narrow, they have nowhere to hide, hurry up."

As soon as she spoke, Yang Shuilan took advantage of the fighting spirit of the two remnants of the soul, and when the old man Ge stopped the ghost witch beast, she quickly found the weakness in the third-level perfect ratio earth witch beast that was more than ten feet long.

Tu Kun and the donkey cooperated again and succeeded in attacking, and the Bijiwu beast with its huge round head held high fell down.

Wait until a potential threat is resolved.

There was a cry in the old woman's voice, and she shouted: "Old man Ge, you don't think about yourself, and you don't think about me, Jin Huaniang, how much suffering have I suffered with you? You can't listen to a few complaints."

"late!"

The old voice was devoid of emotion.

As the last beast that was much smaller than the earth witch fell down, the old woman cursed: "Ge Chun, you bastard, old pervert, you will die badly. My old lady curses you to suffer in the hell forever..."

"To shut up!"

With the old man's voice yelling, the ugly shrew cursing stopped abruptly.

The entire cemetery was cleaned up.

Tu Kun and Luzi looked at each other, who dared to scold them like this, they would have been beaten to death hundreds of times, and the old man Ge still had the ability to stop it but let the old woman insult him, what a bitch.

Yang Shuilan has been guessing since the old woman scolded "Old Ge", but now she heard the name "Ge Chunxian", her expression showed a bit of complexity, the famous sixth-level master back then, just like this, was rejected by a Jin who had never heard of it. Hua Niang scolded her all over.

I really don't know how Ge Chunxian endured that crazy woman for hundreds of years?

She was worthless for the masters of the witch clan back then.

No wonder she didn't dare to tell her her real name, she regretted knowing that Ge Chun hadn't fallen on the battlefield, but she had to listen to that woman's humiliation in a dark place.

"Five hundred years underground, mountains and rivers are gone!"

The old voice laughed at himself, "Then, let's all go to the Nether Realm together, and we will be good companions on the way to Huangquan!"

The green gemstones on the top of the ancient tomb flickered for a long time and then for a short time. The green brilliance seemed to be extinguished at any time. The ground of the tomb suddenly showed curved and strange green light patterns, spreading from around the ancient tomb towards them, like branches branching , forming a densely packed giant tree of green light.

"It's the 'Witchwood Soul Devouring Formation', a witching formation he launched with his own soul."

Yang Shuilan recognized the formation gradually formed by the green light on the ground at a glance. The old guy didn't want to live anymore and wanted to drag them to their death together. She quickly took out several formation flags and stabbed them into the ground about ten feet away from her.

One end of the flagpole of the formation flag was sharp, piercing into the ground of the crystal jade for an inch, but there were a few "pops", and all the formation flags pierced into the ground were cracked and unusable.

Yang Shuilan grabbed a handful of grape beads and smashed them to the ground one by one.

The beads spread out like water, and a white mist rose up, and soon the mist formed into a piece of three feet in size, covering three people and one donkey.

Yang Shuilan quickly arranged complex water formations around her body, and as the beads were thrown out, the formations superimposed and pushed outward.

"Who the hell are you? Report your name, the old man has forgotten many things back then, if you are an acquaintance, maybe you can spare your life."

asked the old voice.

Yang Shuilan ignored it and continued to arrange the formation. The old guy couldn't judge by ordinary people, she was worried that the other party was going to divide and disintegrate their team, and she couldn't leave the temple master and the others to escape alone.

She tried her best to use the array to consume the opponent first. Her purple snail tower was filled with water, and then released a flood of water to flood the entire tomb, adding power to her water array. If not, everyone hid in the purple snail tower. Luota, using the treasures as a barrier, fought the old guy to the end, plus the soil protector and several powerful treasures.

The old man's remnant soul is urging the formation, which is burning soul power, how long will it consume?
One ebbs and another grows, and the consumption will also consume the remnant soul without a body.

Suddenly I heard an old voice in surprise: "Impossible, how can you influence 'Mu Danzhu'?"

Zhang Wenfeng recited scriptures silently, and the green beads on the top of the ancient tomb thirty feet away flickered in a messy way, as if he was a little at a loss.

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(End of this chapter)