Taoist chanting

The attacks from outside came one after another, as if they were not in a hurry to break the turtle's shell that was shining brightly.

The few people in the virtual hood could be offended, Tu Kun was knocked to the ground by violent attacks again and again, Yang Shuilan's protective water technique collapsed one after another, fine cracks appeared in the translucent streamer that appeared in front of her, and her face was as pale as paper , Thin water mist surged up to cover it up, so as not to let Lezi worry about his embarrassment.

The mana in Zhang Wenfeng's body was consumed rapidly, and he quickly calculated in his mind how long he could last while being so passively beaten.

The dragon soul roared wantonly from outside, "Human boy, don't think that with a tortoise shell as a support, you don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, really think that this king has no means at his disposal? Hehe, this king will refine all of you into skeleton puppets, especially It’s that cheap donkey, wait for me!”

Lu Zijin rolled a strange eye, and cursed: "Reptiles, stinky farts, snot-nosed dragons, what's there to be so arrogant, why don't you rely on the power of your ancestors, if we have the ability, let's single out, and the donkey will kill you with one kick." You little..."

Yu Mengchang in the water-gathering bead was startled and said, "The dragon soul is full of energy. He didn't consume his own soul power. He has other soul sacrifices in his hands, and they are high-quality souls... Hurry up and set up the hexagonal altar. It's really a big loss for him to pass on the method of offering sacrifices to you and sending the dragon god's offering spells to you."

Talking nonstop, he tossed out a jade slip with no decorations out of thin air.

Zhang Wenfeng caught the jade slip, made a tactic with his left hand, and manipulated the tortoise talisman to resist the attack of the Yin God's projection.

Quickly browse the contents of the jade slips distractedly, select the important points and glance over, draw the sword in hand, measure with the footsteps, and quickly use the sword as a pen to draw a hexagonal altar on the vacant Zhang Xu ground.

He has a solid foundation in drawing talismans, and although he is busy, he is immersed in a calm state of mind, unaffected by violent attacks and shocks.

Under the sword, there is a ring within a ring, from the inside to the outside, step by step, interlocking.

The turtle shell veneer is covered with mist that hides prying eyes from the outside, so that the dragon soul cannot detect the movement inside, otherwise the dragon soul will desperately attack the crumbling veneer.

Tu Kun and Yang Shuilan, who gritted their teeth, were shocked.

As long as the temple master has a way, they can hold on, and at worst, scrap a few treasures.

What I am most afraid of is not seeing hope, the future is dark, and I am struggling blindly.

Le Zi and Lu Zijin couldn't help, but they were always ready. Looking at the brighter and brighter turtle shell, they felt anxious, "Strength can't last long, and softness can't be kept." If the defense is broken because the layout is not completed, they set a simple order to meet the attack, and don't swarm to death.

Both of them are physically strong, and they should be able to block two blows with their treasures and bodies, so they can buy a little more time.

As for the consequences of being smashed to pieces, that is, the difference between dying first and then dying, maybe it can win a chance?
Except for the taunting noise of the dragon chant, and the "bang, bang" attack, there was no other sound in the space, and no one was interested in talking. Several pairs of eyes were focused on the progress of the master's characterization.

When it's time to die, nothing can go wrong.

With the help of Zhang Wenfeng's extremely calm and still state of mind, it took half a word of time to reach the back with a sword like a shadow, and completed the construction of the base of the complicated hexagonal altar.

From beginning to end, the beginning and the end echo, the thickness is even and the strokes are not bad, which attracted old man You's admiration.

This landslide is at the critical moment before, and maintaining a calm mind as usual requires strong psychological support.

The most is to test a person's heart and nature.

If it were Director You Meng, he couldn't guarantee that he could do it as well as Taoist Zhang in such a short period of time.

Perhaps, this is the reason why Taoist Zhang is not the highest in cultivation and can attract many masters to use their lives.

Zhang Wenfeng put his sword back into its sheath, and with a thought, a pile of spirit stones, chalcedony, and crystals fell out, floating around. With his right hand, he quickly guided the gems one by one to various positions on the base of the hexagonal altar. The teachings in the jade slips are arranged layer by layer with hexagonal altars.

"Quick, throw nine drops of blood essence into the air for sacrifice."

Zhang Wenfeng shouted through sound transmission, the blade light flashed, he was the first to use the flying sword
Cut open the palm of the hand, squeeze out nine drops of bright red viscous blood essence, pour it into the chalcedony stone in one corner of the altar, do the same, and place the blood essence squeezed out by the four people in place.

"It's a big loss, the old man has lost money in business this time."

Old man You sighed, he was very reluctant to give up a bit of gray mist popping up in the empty corner, and then six strands of dragon soul silk collected two years ago flew out, floating on the six corners of the altar, and then flew out a The small black jade bottle fell into the middle of the small altar. It was the wandering spirits and ghosts collected by You Mengchang within a thousand miles near the fairy temple.

He found a nest of old ghosts who had been suppressed for more than [-] years at the bottom of a certain mountain in the Ganluo Mountains [-] miles away.

Full of joy, originally it was useful for something else, but this time it was completely consumed, which made him very annoyed.

Zhang Wenfeng is more sensitive to ghosts. As long as the old man Mengmei does not extract living souls behind his back, he will not care about Youmengchang collecting ghosts in the world, reciting according to Youmengchang's strange phonology word by word, and pinching with his right hand. Sacrificial spells.

It was extremely awkward to recite, but luckily he was very good at recitation, and there was nothing wrong with reciting the "Send Dragon God Sacrifice Mantra" according to the gourd painting.

I don't know what the meaning of the sacrificial mantra is, but the rhyme is a bit like the dragon language of the Dragon Soul before, and it is a bit plausible, but as he recited it, the original dull attack suddenly stopped.

Dragon Soul's voice became astonished, "Uh, why did it stop?"

He was busy checking the offerings, and there were still a few fragments of the monk's soul left over from that year. Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, that weird Taoist priest was helping him send the gods away.

It is easy to ask God to send God away, but only if the price is greater than what he has paid, can God be sent away.

Moreover, the dragon soul had to be used as a guide, otherwise the projection of the ancestor dragon Yinshen would not recognize it, in order to prevent the clan dragons from fighting among themselves and favoring one side.

"You bastard, you stole the dragon soul from this king last time and used it to give away the gods, you damned thief..."

Dragon Soul cursed loudly, feeling powerless for a while.

Why was he reluctant to sacrifice more of his own soul power before, so that the bastard could take advantage of it? He watched the tortoise shell with a dim yellow light that was almost broken, disappearing into the air, and a small hexagonal altar appeared, not like Taoism The technique seemed unfamiliar to him.

Follow the Taoist priest's last tactic to fight.

The whole altar shone brightly with a bang, and the majestic energy circled around the offerings, rising to the sky.

Dragon Soul stared blankly, not daring to attack and disturb Yinshen projection to enjoy the sacrifice, in the eyes of Zulong Yinshen, he was no fart, he felt that there was his soul silk in the sacrifice, and almost killed himself in one breath Suffocate.

Zhang Wenfeng followed You Mengchang's instructions and performed a gift of sending the gods off.

A black shadow in the shape of a dragon broke through the void and disappeared in an instant, ignoring that the humans who sent God away were not dragons.

Lu Zijin, who had watched a thrilling drama, laughed strangely, "Gah-er-ga", and yelled, "Old man Long, what else do you have, use it, let the donkey master open his eyes, come on, use your dragon power to exert strength!" It is not a good man to crush the donkey and frown."

His cultivation base has been promoted to a small level, and his body has been greatly improved after being washed with medicine, but the dragon soul is far from recovering to the cultivation base two and a half years ago. Under the ups and downs, he dared to challenge the Dragon King.

Tu Kun was holding the Feilai Stone, his figure was slightly blurred, he reached out and took the two refined translucent water beads that Yang Shuilan handed him, swallowed them in one gulp, and quickly replenished the consumption in his body. He tried his best to destroy the two treasures, barely persevered.

The tempering of just one word is like years to him.

Of course, he has gained a lot in terms of mood after getting through this test.

Yang Shuilan's face was bloodless, she wiped away the blood from her mouth and nose without any trace, and swallowed two water beads.

She also lost two water protection magic weapons, she smiled and shook her head at Le Zi, indicating that she was fine.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the collapsed altar that had exhausted all the energy on the ground, pondering in his heart how to deal with that cunning dragon soul, and heard the cold dragon chant words coming from the air.

"This king is trying his best to blow up his remnant souls, and pull you all as backs, and he won't let you humiliate Ruyi!"

The five of them froze at the same time, looking at each other.

Threatened with self-explosion, they were willing to cut themselves, and once again put them in a dilemma.

His uncle, is this like the stupid words that a dragon king should say?
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