Tian Yuan Xian Ji

Chapter 285 Changliu Lake ([-])
The tiger-shaped ghost roared loudly, and the black beam of light intensified a bit. The giant sword in the golden skull's hand broke inch by inch and dissipated into the air.

Yin Tianci didn't dare to face the powerful beam of light with his physical body, turned his left hand over, and a jet-black shield swelled up against the wind, blocking him in front of him.

With a loud bang, the beam of light hit the shield, and the shield shattered softly.

The two only held each other for a few breaths, and the beam of light dissipated out of thin air, but it was Xiang Jingxing and others whose spirit weapon attack was in front of them, so the ghost had to give up on him for the time being, and turned to deal with the enemy in front of him.

I saw a black ball spit out from its mouth, this ball is called ghost pill, it is a common thing for all ghosts, just like the demon pill of a monster, it is formed by gathering its life's blood and cultivation.

The ghost pill's rays of light exploded, enveloping everyone's spiritual weapons.

Several people's spiritual weapons were shrouded in its light, and they couldn't move for a moment.

The ghost's figure flashed and attacked the crowd.

A few people were shocked, and they retreated violently. Yin Tiansheng's body turned into dozens of blood crows and flew away. Qin Hao protected himself with a golden bell.

Xiang Jingxing made a formula in his hand, and the girl in white floated out from the iron scroll, drew her sword out of its sheath, broke through the restraint of the ghost bead's light, returned to his side, and protected him.

Only Han Hun was alone, without a spiritual weapon to protect his body, and no magic way to escape. He could only condense a spiritual shield around his body and retreated.

The ghost ignored everyone and went straight to Han Hun. It is not known whether it knew that Han Hun was weak and picked the soft persimmons, or because Han Hun used gold bricks to destroy his sarcophagus, so it remembered him.

The distance between the two is more than [-] to [-] zhang, the ghost's figure is so fast, it only took a few breaths to get close to him.

When Han Hun saw it attacking, his liver and gallbladder burst, and he shouted: "Brother, save me."

As soon as the words fell, the tiger-shaped ghost slapped it away with a claw, and the spiritual power shield on its body was torn like thin paper, and its head was smashed to pieces by the claw.

Xiang Jingxing's sword soul pointed at the ghost in the iron scroll, and thousands of sword lights stabbed at it, but it was still a step too late.

The ghost smashed Han Hun's brain with one claw, retreated violently, and opened his mouth to swallow the ghost pill.

The whole body condensed into a black light circle, blocking the attack of thousands of sword lights.

Without the restraint of the ghost pill, the spirit weapon floating in mid-air regained its freedom, only the golden brick fell to the ground in a dim light.

Thousands of sword thorns were broken on the round shield one after another. Xiang Jingxing saw that Han's head was in a different place, and saw the ghost use the circle of light again, and shouted: "Everyone, if you have any other methods, use them as much as possible! For today The only way is to try our best to fight it to the death, if we hide our clumsiness again, we will all die at its hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, the circle of light had grown to the size of several feet, burst open, and countless black filaments attacked the iron-rolled girl in white.

A trace of cruelty flashed in Xiang Jingxing's eyes, he made a formula in his hand, and sprayed several mouthfuls of blood on the iron scroll, and the iron scroll burst into white light. After absorbing Xiang Jingxing's blood, the figure of the woman in white changed from vacant to solid , but saw a flash of light in his eyes.

The woman in white turned into a beam of sword light, merged with the sword body, and slashed straight at the ghost.

Where the sword light passed, the space was faintly distorted, and the invisible sword intent enveloped the entire space. The black light that filled the sky collapsed before it touched the white light, and it was destroyed by the sword intent.

The entire space with a radius of tens of feet has become a world of sword intent, as if there is only this white light in the world.

Xiang Jingxing's complexion is pale. He has raised this sword soul for decades, but it has not yet reached the point where it can be condensed. It was a huge loss for him.

Forcibly destroying the sword soul will do great harm to the sword soul itself, and his decades of achievements may be destroyed in one fell swoop.

He has no choice but to do this, the opponent's strength is far beyond his expectation, and he cannot contend against it. If he doesn't try his best at this time, there is only one dead end.

The sword soul is damaged, and it can be nourished and repaired in the future. If a person perishes, everything is empty.

The sword light transformed by the woman in white carries forward indomitably, stabbing at the ghost with an invincible momentum.

The black silk light all over the sky cracked inch by inch, and the space was slightly distorted. The tiger-shaped ghost spit out a black ball with one mouth, and the light burst out, and it shrouded towards the sword light.

Sword light and black light are intertwined, like the point of a needle facing a wheat awn.

Jian Guang kept trembling and made a clear sound, trying to break the black light restriction.

"Three thousand yuan, cut through the air." Yin Tianci slammed and shouted, the golden body all over the sky melted into golden light, and he held the spine blade and slashed towards the ghost.

Yin Tiansheng's blue flying sword also slashed down with a burst of light.

The pitch-black ball trembled for a while, and its light suddenly faded.

The tiger-shaped ghost roared loudly, and the jet-black ball spun slightly, and the light swelled up, crushing several people's spirit weapons.

"Brother Qin, you still don't make a move? If I wait until I die, can it let you go?" Xiang Jingxing shouted loudly with sweat dripping down his forehead, his spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Qin Hao's complexion changed slightly, then he gritted his teeth, took out a paper scroll, unfolded the scroll, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

In the scroll was a three-headed blue bird monster with a strange appearance, a chicken head, a cow body, and a snake tail.

Qin Hao's blood sprayed on the scroll, and the monster in the scroll actually twisted.The three chicken heads opened their mouths to suck the blood on the roll, and slowly burst out of the roll.

Its body is still inside the scroll, its head has drilled out of the scroll, sucking the blood on the scroll, sucking up the blood in the blink of an eye, at this time half of its body is out of the scroll, the other half is still inside the scroll, the monster keeps screaming, The barking sound is rapid.

Seeing this, Qin Hao spit out two more mouthfuls of blood, and the monster sucked it up, and soon his whole body broke out of the picture scroll, spinning in mid-air, with blue flames burning all over his body, and rushed towards the monster.

And the picture scroll turned into powder the moment it pulled away and left.

This scroll itself is a second-order seal scroll, in which is sealed a three-headed blue bird spirit, which he bought at a high price for self-defense, this kind of seal scroll is invalid after one use, just like a talisman, it is a consumable, powerful Much larger than the talisman.

The magic talisman is nothing more than sealing the monk's spells, and when the talisman is activated when used, the spells can be released.

But this sealing scroll is to seal the spirits of monsters and beasts.

Not to mention that the difficulty of making the sealing scroll is much higher than that of the magic talisman, and the spirit of this monster is not so easy to get. It is very difficult to completely refine the spirit itself.

The three blue birds ignited raging blue flames and attacked the ghost.

The light of the ghost bead shrouded it and was washed away by the green fire. The three blue birds chirped, and the blue flames all over the sky swept towards the ghost.

The ghost bead shook violently, and the light became weaker and weaker.

After a stalemate for a while, there was a soft click, and the ghost bead split open and turned into powder. Everyone's spiritual weapons, magical powers and spells flocked to the ghost for a while, devouring it.

The ghost only had time to let out a miserable howl before it was overwhelmed by all kinds of light.Even flesh and blood were vaporized by the flames of the three blue birds.

After killing the tiger-shaped ghost, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiang Jingxing pinched a formula, and the woman in white returned to the iron scroll. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and with a move of his hand, retracted the iron scroll. His spiritual sense went inside and saw that the sword spirit was very weak, and only the sword spirit was left. A ball of light the size of a thumb.

Xiang Jingxing was very distressed. When he first got the iron scroll, the sword soul looked like this. It means that his decades of hard work were wasted in this battle.

Yin Tianci shed his iron bone and golden body and returned to human form. He didn't suffer much loss in this battle, but the shield was slightly cracked by the tiger monster's blow.

Only the three blue birds lingered in the air, never dispersing.

The complexions of several people were a little pale, and their spiritual power was not small, especially Xiang Jingxing, whose spiritual power was almost exhausted.

Among the four, Yin Tiansheng is in the best condition, he exerts the least effort, and consumes little spiritual energy.

They didn't wait to recover their spiritual power, and walked towards the hall. When they passed by Han Hun, Xiang Jingxing sighed slightly, waved his hand, and took his storage bag into his hand.

During the fighting between several people, most of the main hall has collapsed, with ruins and tiles lying on the ground.

Several people walked quickly to the front of the cabinet, opened it and saw that it was empty and there was nothing else.For a while, several people looked at each other in disbelief.

"Hey, what's going on here? Why is there nothing?" Qin Hao opened several other cabinets, and they were all empty.

Several people looked extremely ugly, especially Xiang Jingxing and Qin Hao.

They lost the most in this battle. Xiang Jingxing's sword soul that had been cultivated and nourished for many years was destroyed, and Qin Hao's valuable sealing scroll for self-defense was also scrapped.

Originally, the two thought about killing the ghosts, and taking the treasures in the palace must be enough to make up for the loss.After all, the ghosts guarding the seal are so powerful, the treasures in the palace must be very important.

There is nothing now, which made it difficult for the two of them to accept for a while.

Several people went back and forth to search the entire hall, even the ruined buildings and tiles, but found nothing.

The hall fell into silence for a moment. Obviously, several people were desperately working hard, and fighting those ghosts to the death was a waste of work.

It seems that this palace is a trap set by the treasure monk.

After a while, Yin Tianci said: "The pills that the person who hides the treasure put in the first hall are just to make the unsuspecting intruders think that all the halls contain treasures, so that we will take the initiative to uncover them." Sealing the palace and fighting those ghosts is actually an unnecessary battle."

"Damn it, his heart can be punished." Qin Hao said bitterly
Yin Tiansheng said: "If you don't destroy the sarcophagus, it won't be like this. Fellow Daoist Han finally killed himself."

Yin Tianci asked: "How should I choose now, should I continue to move forward, or just go back home? What do you two fellow Taoists think?"

Both Xiang Jingxing and Qin Hao remained silent.

Going further, it is the main hall in the center of the whole palace. There must be rare treasures hidden there, otherwise it would be meaningless for the treasure monk to make this treasure map, just for some pills?

Even the array consumes more than these spirit stones.So in the end the treasure must be in the central hall.

But the question is, can those treasures be taken away with the strength of a few people?The strength of the ghosts sealed in the inner hall has reached the state of foundation establishment.The guards of the central hall will definitely not be weaker than here, maybe they are the existence of Jindan realm.

At that time, don't talk about taking treasures, you won't be able to save your life.

To go, or not to go, that is the question.

(End of this chapter)