Taoist chanting

Looking at the embarrassed Chen Guanzhu, Tu Kun grinned and greeted: "'Xiao Huitian, the jade talisman is still usable, come in quickly, we are going to take care of that hapless little carp."

Most of his skills were taught by Xuanmu, including the Huitian Talisman, which is known as the "Power of Huitian".

It is inconvenient for Xuanmu to refine the earth talisman. After teaching him, he wasted countless rare materials and received countless ridicules from Xuanmu.
Tu Kun tried his best to refine a simple version of the amulet, which was insultingly named "Xiao Hui Tian Talisman" by Xuan Mu, saying that he used top-notch materials to refine junk and fake products, "returning to the sky is weak", rubbish Butts are disgusting.

Tu Kun was so angry that he almost broke up with Xuanmu, who had a poisonous mouth like a nest of poisonous snakes. If he couldn't beat him, he would have to beat that guy for his teeth.

It was only later that he figured out that the Huitian Talisman was a sixth-order talisman, and he was not able to refine it when he was only a fifth-order talisman. Moreover, he was particular about the materials used. The bullshit materials Xuanmu gave him could only be used to refine a fifth-order talisman at most. Qiandao's Xuanmu pit was miserable, and he was very angry.

Thinking about it now, it is full of shadows and aftertaste.

I don't know how the cheating boss is doing well in the upper realm? It's hard for such a lowly person to get along without any skills.

Chen Qingqiao rushed to Guanzhu Zhang's side with hands and feet together, and suddenly felt relieved. The hellfire wrapped around his body melted like ice and snow, making a "chichi" sound, splashing countless twisted filaments of fire, shining like fireworks for a very short time.

He was hit twice in a row, and was blown up by the close-range explosion of the fourth-order thunder beads. Although he had the amulet to resist most of the power, he was still dizzy from the shock and suffered some injuries. With the help of the huge force of the explosion, he turned and escaped from the siege of the three.

I have lingering fears, there is no way to distinguish things in this ghost place, and there is only one dead end when surrounded.

He has only recovered the Golden Core Stage for a few days, and he has not even had time to refine a sword in his hand.

He touched the protective jade tablet hanging from his waist, and there was a crack in the fifth-order earth crystal inlaid in the middle, and about [-]% of the energy contained in it had been consumed. He held the long magic sword in his right hand, and followed closely Behind Zhang Guanzhu, the protection is directly behind, and the back and flanks are rest assured to be handed over to his companions.

Zhang Wenfeng, who was flying in front, drew his sword again, and slashed at a middle-aged man with dark eyes who came into his sight more than twenty feet away.

He silently recited the scriptures of superseding salvation, and the invisible power spread, resisting the pressure of the ghost mist, which reduced his merit consumption by [-] to [-] percent at once.

In the distance came the bell-like sound of Sanskrit chanting scriptures, and it was the three great monks who told the location in this way.

By the time Chen Qingqiao raised his sword for the last time, the middle-aged man had already been attacked and killed by the three of them in one go. There was no splash, and the protective treasure on his body collapsed into slag.

Chen Qingqiao's eyelids twitched wildly.

The cooperation was too tacit, the three of them performed siege, breaking defense, and killing in a simple and clear way, but they were invincible.

The mist of ghosts spread to five miles outside the city. Ordinary people who lived in the city, saw the momentum of the gods fighting, and hid in their houses according to their usual experience. However, this time they did not have the good luck they had before, and they had no future.

The mortal who breathed in the mist showed a silly smile on his face, fell to the ground with his eyes staring in bliss, the flesh and blood on his body melted, and flowed and penetrated into the ground, and soon there were only withered bones left.

The fog kept spreading to the distance of the island. The monks of the first and second ranks in the mist struggled to sit cross-legged and tried to fight for a while, but the final result was no different from ordinary people, becoming a set of dead bones sitting cross-legged.

The third-tier monks who were injured in the ruins of the city saw such a horrible scene. They were frightened and wanted to escape. Holding his head in his hands, he rolled over and died, becoming the blood food sacrificed by Old Monster Xue.

An underground cave in the northwest corner of the city.

Wrapped in a black linen robe, Old Monster Xue faced a strange god statue made of countless bones and skulls, holding a three-foot black staff, dancing and dancing like a god, muttering words in his mouth, he was performing some kind of mysterious ceremony to invite the gods .

A dark red blood river surrounds the hexagonal altar at the foot of the statue. As more and more people died inside and outside the city, the dark red blood bubbled big and small, rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, and flowing slowly.

Numerous twisted phantoms, in the blood
Ups and downs in the river, howling silently.

The battle above the ground was in full swing, and Old Freak Xue was too distracted to take care of it.

He has been planning for hundreds of years, collecting countless dead and living souls to enshrine the statue of Dao Destroyer, so that one day he can make a comeback when needed, and suppress all the so-called protectors who came to besiege in one fell swoop, and turn them all into heroes on his way to promotion. Dry bones and energy, friend or foe.

All the dead souls of mortals on Wandering Island for hundreds of years have sunk into this altar with ulterior motives.

In the mist of ghosts in the sky above, Zhang Wenfeng led the three of them to catch up with Yang Shuilan who had just joined Xiao Ni'er. Three men in different costumes were besieging the precarious Xiao Ni'er. There was not much left, and the water flowing around her body was broken into countless pieces, and her jade shield was covered with vertical and horizontal cracks.

When the three saw so many reinforcements coming from the opposite side, the young man in the lead shouted, "Retreat first!"

Little Ni'er, who was dripping with blood, was the one who was willing to suffer, and shouted: "Don't go, let me eat a fork from my aunt!" She raised her hand and threw the three-pointed harpoon.

The three retreating people each handed out a sword, and the shadow of the sword loomed in the mist.

"Ding Dong" sounded twice, the harpoon was delayed by the sword light and then was knocked into the air, and a sword light suddenly slashed towards the little mud that was rushing forward.

Yang Shuilan flicked her right hand lightly, and there were water waves fluctuating where the sword light passed, "Dang", she took the opponent's insidious sword attack and shouted: "Come back!"

Zhang Wenfeng made a move. He recited the scriptures silently and cast the magical power of "Nourishing Vitality Curse". A green mist appeared out of thin air and fell from the sky. It collided violently with the mist of ghosts within a hundred meters, and evaporated white air. .

The three people who were trying to escape into the mist were completely exposed to the air.

They have the tokens given by Old Monster Xue, and they can come and go freely in the ghost fog without being attacked by the hell fire.

At this time, the ghost mist used to rely on was suddenly broken, and the three of them were in disbelief and dazed for a moment. When they reacted, sword energy, thunder light, water sword, earth flame, etc. attacked them.

What made them feel horrified was that the sword qi turned into dense threads, intertwined to form a simple formation, which had already trapped them in a huge cage, cutting off their way back and making them unable to move forward.

Someone yelled: "Old Xue, close the cloud quickly, we won't be able to hold on for long."

The situation was reversed in the blink of an eye, and the six people wantonly attacked the three people who were trapped in the sword silk formation, attacking more and attacking less, which was indescribably happy.

Xiao Ni'er screamed and punched out all kinds of talismans and treasures. There were endless treasures on her body. She was so embarrassed and passive before, but now she is so hearty and hearty.

"Thieves, you have broken your throat, even that old guy can't save you, just accept your fate obediently!"

Little Ni'er was so excited that his eyeballs glowed blue.

She forgot the pain because the scars were not healed, because the three guys trapped by the master's sword silk array were in more pain than her!
The temple master concentrates on manipulating the Xuanyuan sword, and uses the wooden meaning sword formation in the "five-covering sword formation". This is a rare opportunity for actual combat.

The dead wood is in spring, and it is endless.

No matter how many sword threads the three people shattered with their swords regardless of the damage, he can always repair and replenish the sword threads blocking the way of the three at the right time without hindering the frontal attack. The micro control in this is his It is the result of pondering and cultivating with a sword by the stream day after day.

Raise the sword for a thousand days, use the sword for a while.

When the ghost mist has the upper hand and the green mist is eliminated and closed again.

The three of them were all in tatters and walked to the end of the road. The young man at the head knew that he was unlucky, so he yelled with a wry smile: "Jackal, don't give your life to Old Monster Xue anymore, it's not worth it, go away!"

The sword thread was like a waterfall, encircling the three of them completely with turbulent waves.