Taoist chanting

Chapter 869

Floating in the air, Zhang Wenfeng looked down at the cracked and collapsed mountain tops. The mud and rocks collapsed, followed by other mountain tops, one after another, and soon became a piece, starting with the Shuling Mountains and spreading around. In just half a word, it spread hundreds of miles away.

The yellow sand and dust were billowing, and the terrifying aura brought about by the catastrophe of the last days in the secret realm made his hair stand on end.

His body was covered with a barrier of flowing bronze luster. Three hundred feet away, black and golden flames were burning blazingly on the edge of the huge human-faced drum. Shadow, issued a "boom, boom, boom" very rhythmic shock drum sound.

Zhang Wenfeng raised his left hand to feel the underworld energy ring on his index finger. He could vaguely sense the existence of the underworld, which was very faint and intermittent. It seems that with the collapse of the secret realm, the isolation will soon be completely broken .

Dust covered the sky, and the sky suddenly became dark and dull.

Numerous fiery red magma suddenly erupted from the cracks in the mud and rocks. With the vibration of the drum, the magma rushing towards him turned into a gorgeous rain of fire at about [-] feet, and sprinkled down one after another.

A purple-black thunder light descended out of thin air, slashing fiercely at Zhang Wenfeng, who was doing nothing. The sound of the drum continued to vibrate, and the air distorted and vibrated slightly. It failed to completely block the power of the thunder that destroyed the world, and the thunder light the size of a baby's fist still slammed into the sudden Bright bronze ripples.

Zhang Wenfeng, who was supporting the three-foot-sized enchantment, was blown down by more than ten feet. He quickly made a tactic with his left hand to eliminate the impact of the tribulation thunder on the Zhenhun Temple, and flew back to the original height staggeringly.

Dots of purple-black thunder splashed in the dark sky, drawing arcs of light.

"Mr. Zhang, be careful. Wan Lan, who has lost the bondage of the secret realm, will take advantage of Tianwei to attack."

Mo Zhu's reminder came from the sound of drums.

There was a burst of thunder from far and near, and magma gullies that were connected vertically and horizontally overflowed the ground. The strong wind blew and blew the barrier light waves. Zhang Wenfeng was already immersed in a state of tranquility, and he controlled the bronze lamp to defuse the extraordinary world-killing wind .

He had watched True Monarch Merlin's Yin God Crossing Tribulation from afar before, and that kind of power of heaven and earth gave him a better feeling than the power of Mieshi Tianwei at this time. The complexity is not comparable to Feisheng Xiaoleijie. This experience is a rare sharpening experience for him.

Three streaks of purple-black lightning blasted towards the top of his head one after another. After being blocked by the vibration of the drum, Guanzhu Zhang deflected and eliminated the remaining lightning attacks one by one. Compared with the embarrassment he encountered the first time, he was only smashed seven or eight feet down this time.

Suddenly, a drum sound seemed to explode in the ear, with extremely strong penetrating power, and instantly pierced through the air and exploded several miles away obliquely above.

Qi Ling's sinister voice came: "What about the two small world heavy weapons? When the meeting is critical, I will hold you back for a while, and you just wait to be buried in the turbulent flow of the void. Hmph, toast and not eat fine wine, If you dare to fight against me, I will make you fall short.”

The huge human-faced drum roared and circled around Guanzhu Zhang, and the black and golden flames became an afterimage.

Mo Shu's voice came out clearly from the sound of the drums: "Wan Lan, you can't even think about having a bright future, just wait until you fall silent in the darkness of the bottom of the sea."

The magma below erupted, the wind in the air cut like a knife, and the purple-black thunder light blasted down from time to time.

Zhang Wenfeng felt the Nether Qi ring silently again, and he almost missed it. He calmly defuses the drumbeat to help him weaken many attacks, and listens to the sound of the spirit weapon from a distance.

"Hand over that carp spirit to me. All kinds of grievances and grievances will be forgotten. I will never stop you from escaping to the world."

Qi Ling suppressed the panic in his heart, and gave the condition of not pulling and dying together.

He completely lost his sense of the little carp, that is to say, the little carp died in the catastrophe of annihilation, and he couldn't get the little carp's soul. After [-] or [-] years of practicing the secret art of drawing, even if it is limited by the space of the small world, it will not cut off the vague connection.

He was stuck alone in the corridor of Wanzhuan, with limited knowledge, and he didn't know the magic of the worldly treasures.

Mo Shu refused straight away: "No, Xiao Nier can't be handed over to you, I can give you three fragments of original pearls."

He was still using the tactic of procrastination, waiting for the signal from Guanzhu Zhang.

"Boom", an earth-shattering loud noise came from the depths of the ground. As the magma erupted higher, huge twisted cracks appeared on the ground. Some ground was slowly rising, and some were slowly sinking. The entire secret realm began to fall apart.

"I don't want the fragments of the Origin Qi Luck Orb, and three pieces are not enough. All I want is the soul of the little carp spirit."

Qi Ling clings to this point, and refuses to let go.

Facing the imminent mortal crisis, he wants to see who can consume who?

Zhang Wenfeng noticed the existence of the Nether Realm, and that feeling was too familiar. With the help of the attack against the purple-black thunder light, he exploded the barrier with bright light, covering the situation inside the barrier, and at the same time sending a signal to the outside, stretching out the barrier. The index finger of his left hand flicked quickly in the air, and a square, deep and blurred ghost gate appeared, and he stepped into the ghost gate without hesitation.

"I'll discuss it with Zhang Daoyou, please wait a moment."

After Mo Shu finished speaking, regardless of whether Qi Ling agreed or not, the giant human-faced drum flew towards the barrier where the light burst out, and the candle-yin drum quickly shrank to the size of a fist, and the flames condensed more and more intensely.

The enchantment suddenly disappeared, revealing Zhang Guanzhu who had entered the ghost gate with most of his body.

"Uh... bastard..."

Qi Ling realized that he had been fooled, and showed a little fluctuation in his desperation.

The eyes of Zhuyingu's face opened suddenly, and a drum sound resounded through the sky where the atmosphere was chaotic and the wind was whistling, blowing the phantom of the hidden weapon spirit to pieces.

The black snare drum followed behind Guanzhu Zhang, and rushed into the dark ghost gate.

The strong wind swept away, and in just one or two breaths, the ghost gate was blown away.

The phantom of Qi Ling appeared again, almost exploded in anger, he never expected that human Taoist priest could communicate with the underworld, and in such a short time, he could cast spells and open the gate of ghosts to escape, how could it be possible?
The collapsed doomsday scene below is like a gigantic mockery of the dazed, helpless, and sad tool spirit.

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Zhang Wenfeng held the black snare drum that had regained calm and the flames had subsided, and stood on the bare and dark hilltop, feeling the fierce wind like a bone-eating knife. He had come out of a still state of mind, with a smile on his mouth.

Came back to the extraterritorial battlefield where I stepped on last time.

He was basically certain in his heart that it was Mo Ye who had done something on the stone figurines, and he didn't want him to directly enter the territory of the Fifth Palace of the Nether Realm.

Escaping from the secret place and revisiting the old place, he was in a good mood at the moment. He greeted everyone in the Hall of Souls, and cast a spell to release Lu Zijin, Chen Qingqiao, Xiao Ni'er, Gui Fudo and You Lao.

"What kind of ghost is this?... The temple master intentionally harms people."

The brilliance of the few people was shining, and Lu Zijin resisted the blows of the severe cold and wind. He realized that it was the master who played tricks, deliberately not informing them in advance, and wanted to give them a bad impression.

Zhang Wenfeng laughed, and handed the small black drum in his hand to Chen Qingqiao. The remnant souls of Mo Shu and the five people had already been hidden in the drum, and the reincarnation would be more than enough. not on.

Holding the snare drum in both hands, Chen Qingqiao thanked him gratefully. This adventure became more and more bizarre.

Little Ni'er's dragon air was flowing, not affected by the wind, and he looked around curiously: "Master Guanzhu, is this the realm of the underworld? It doesn't feel like it. The wind is so strong that even a third-level ghost cultivator can't help it, let alone a newcomer." The soul of death was directly blown out by the Yin wind."

She asked right away.

"Welcome to the extraterritorial battlefield. The thick clouds in the sky carefully hide the extraterritorial demons."

You Lao solved the mystery in one go, and looked to the northwest in the distance.

There were sounds of fighting.

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(End of this chapter)