Tian Yuan Xian Ji

Chapter 465
The man looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, his voice was like thunder, and his momentum was astonishing.

The whole person exudes a ferocious aura, like a beast that chooses to eat people.

Seeing this, Tang Ning's face darkened. The techniques he cultivated were very restrained against the magical powers of the five elements, but such simple physical confrontation was his shortcoming.

After a few laughs, the man with two heads and long tails flashed his figure and rushed towards Tangning. His figure was as fast as lightning, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye from a distance of several tens of feet.

The purple-golden spear blazed brightly and pierced the man's face. With a bang, the man's fist covered with scales greeted him, and there was a sound of gold and stone clashing between the two.

The power of the top-grade spiritual weapon, the Purple Gold Spear, could not injure its body. One can imagine the toughness of this monster's body.

The two-headed and long-tailed man's fists were like the wind, his palms were like lightning, and within a few breaths he had head-on collisions with the Zijin spear dozens of times.

The purple gold spear's light was greatly reduced, and it trembled slightly. The man's fists were clenched tightly. The scales covering his hands had already been broken, and the blood was flowing, but he didn't care at all.

On the other side, the skinny man saw that he had turned into a two-headed monster and was in the midst of a fierce battle with the purple-gold spear. He didn't sit still, flipped his left hand, and took out a blue long sword, which rose to a size of thirty feet against the wind, and slashed at Tangning. Down.
At the same time, he formed a seal with his hands, and in an instant, black clouds formed, covering the sky and the sun.

Inside the black cloud, billowing black mist gushed out, covering the land with a radius of hundreds of feet in an instant.

Amidst the gloom and gloom, the desolate howls of ghosts and wolves kept coming, which was very penetrating.

Tangning turned her hands over, took out a golden shield to protect her body, and slapped it on the spirit animal bag. A white shadow flashed out. The body of the little white snake swelled against the wind and turned into a size of five or six feet. His pupils stared at the huge figure covered in scales.

At this time, the Zijin spear was already on the verge of falling. The man with two heads and long tails pulled out his red axe and slashed down fiercely against the wind. The light gets dimmer, almost invisible.

Before Tangning could speak, the little white snake appeared behind the two-headed man across twenty feet of space.

Seeing it disappearing suddenly, the man was already on guard, concentrated his attention, and noticed the fluctuations in the space behind him, turned around and threw his huge fist at that place.

The figure of the little white snake appeared, and with a flick of its body, there was a loud bang. The man felt a huge force coming from him, and he retreated a few steps unconsciously. The scales on his hands were broken, and the body of the little white snake swayed.

The man's figure flashed, his fists came straight out, and he hit the little white snake in the flesh, a monster and a snake fighting together, the momentum was quite frightening.

The ten-zhang man's body is majestic and majestic, like a god and demon descending into the world, and his scales and armor are as solid as a rock.

The whole body of the little white snake is snow-white, like steel, and the mist and ghost clouds dissipated wherever the two passed. The two sides fought together, and the man hit the little white snake with thousands of fists, smashing several scales on its head. It shattered, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The little white snake swept its long tail and hit its chest. The man flew upside down and hit the top of the mountain. With a loud bang, the mountain shattered and boulders flew.

The two-headed man was extremely embarrassed at the moment, his chest was slightly sunken, most of his scales had fallen off, and blood was flowing.

With a muffled grunt, he soared into the sky, and the mountain behind him collapsed.

The man gasped slightly, staring at the white figure, horrified in his heart.

My own magic armor is good at the physical body. In terms of toughness, it is comparable to monsters of the same level. It can even resist the power of top-grade spiritual weapons with a pair of fleshy palms. However, this pure white snake has no spiritual power and breath. It's only in the middle stage, but its physical toughness is much stronger than itself, which is definitely not comparable to ordinary monsters.

It is necessary to make a quick decision. With my own cultivation skills, the half-beast spiritual power consumes a lot, and can only last for half an hour at most.

he thought to himself.

The figure of the little white snake on the opposite side disappeared in an instant, and suddenly appeared beside him, the body bumped into him, the man was no longer as strong as before, and he greeted each other with both fists, the figure couldn't stop moving back several feet, the figure of the little white snake flickered Suddenly, attacking around him.

The scales and armor of the man's body were cut off, and his flesh and blood were blurred. With a bang, the man's figure flew upside down again, and hit a mountain peak, cracking half of the mountain peak, rocks crumbling, and dust covering the sun.

The man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he pinched his hands, his head burst open, turning into a mass of flesh and blood, the head behind his neck flashed a crimson red light, opened its bloody mouth, and devoured the mass of flesh and blood.

At this time, the little white snake suddenly appeared beside him again, and the head behind the man's neck turned around, spurting several streams of black blood.

At the same time, he made seals with both hands, and his blood swelled rapidly, turning into a huge blood clot, about twenty feet in size, covering the little white snake.

Not to mention the battle between a man and a snake, on the other side, Tangning was surrounded by black mist and dark clouds, and the skinny man's blue long sword slashed at his golden shield, the two colors intertwined and locked in each other.

From time to time, ghosts with red eyes, two horns, and hideous faces would emerge from the demon cloud. These ghosts were not high in cultivation, but they couldn't stop killing them.

And after his body died, his whole body would explode, turning into a blood-colored mass of flesh, which would be absorbed by the nearby magic cloud, and then faintly visible blood-colored threads would flow out.

Tang Ning frowned, her face was solemn, looking at the [-] or [-] hideous ghosts with two horns on their heads, she felt extremely troubled.

The nearby space is already covered with blood-red threads, and they are crazily drilling towards the golden shield. These blood threads are not ordinary things, but the blood essence of ghosts and ghosts. They have a strong corrosive effect on spiritual weapons. Under erosion, the light becomes weaker.

The most troublesome thing is these ghosts. It seems that every time they are killed, their aura will become stronger and stronger after rebirth. The spiritual power fluctuations of the first ghosts are only at the level of the early stage of refining Qi. After he killed a few batches, not only more ghosts, but also The breath has reached the late stage of Qi refining.

If it goes on like this, there might be ghosts of some level.

The surrounding demon cloud has always been centered on him, moving with him, no matter where he escapes, he can't escape the range of the demon sect.

Apparently, the skinny man from the Mozong was hiding in this devil cloud, manipulating these ghosts, trying to consume him to death.

Only by finding the figure of the man can he break this technique and escape from the bondage of the demon cloud.

Dozens of ghosts howled like wolves and rushed towards Tangning. They were swept away by the golden shield's light, and they fell to the ground and burst to death. They turned into a mass of shredded meat, which was sucked in by the Demon Sect, and spit out bloody threads.

At this time, there was a soft clicking sound, and the golden shield was shattered under the attack of the cyan flying sword. The cyan flying sword cut down frequently, and the cracks in the golden shield became bigger and bigger, finally cracking inch by inch.

Tangning turned over her right palm and took out a jade tile to protect her body against the wind.

At this moment, about thirty ghosts with two horns on their heads and hideous faces condensed into the devil cloud, attacking him with strange screams.

Tangning's hands formed seals, and countless firebirds were densely condensed, rolling away like mountains and seas. The magic cloud was washed away by the firebirds, and dissipated in an instant, but it condensed again in a blink of an eye.

The fire bird rushed east and west, but still failed to cleanse the magic cloud. Instead, it was entangled by the vague bloody silk thread, unable to move. The silk thread penetrated into the fire bird's body, and the fire bird dissipated.

Tangning focused her attention, but still couldn't find where the skinny man's figure was. The ghost within the magic cloud once again condensed and rushed towards him.

As soon as he made a seal with his hands, the giant trees on the ground criss-crossed and condensed into a wooden figure of more than ten feet. Tang Ning's mind swayed, and a divine consciousness split into the wooden figure.

The wooden figurine rose into the air and grew more than a hundred arms. Tangning flipped his palm over and took out many middle-grade and low-grade spiritual weapons. The wooden figurine took the spiritual weapons and strode towards the magic cloud with big strides.

The sword, spear, sword and halberd were cut down for a moment, and passed through the magic cloud without any hindrance, as if cutting through the air.

Using his spiritual sense to manipulate the wooden man, he chopped off all the magic clouds in a radius of a hundred feet, but he still didn't find the figure of the man.

As time went by, there were more and more ghosts and ghosts, and the aura had reached the level of the Great Consummation of Qi Refining. However, the sapphire tile in front of him was entangled and eroded by the blood-colored silk thread, and the light was greatly reduced. With a sound, Biwa was on the verge of falling.

Seeing this, Tang Ning felt helpless, knowing that if she dragged on, it would become more and more difficult to deal with.

He turned his right hand and took out a golden scroll.

It was the demon-sealing scroll that he got when he was exploring the golden tomb with Xiao Mobai and others in Xuanyi Island. Since he returned to Xingang, because he got this scroll and the materials for making the scroll, he began to practice ghost-controlling In the past ten years or so, the sealing technique has been slightly accomplished.

He hasn't started making scrolls yet, so there is only one magic scroll. He originally planned to use this finished scroll as a reference, but now he has to use it.

Since this magic cloud can give birth to and condense ghosts, it must be a kind of ghost method. This magic sealing scroll should be useful.

To be honest, with the rarity of the scroll, it is quite overkill to deal with ghosts of this level, but under the current situation, he has no better way to break this spell.

Forty or fifty ghosts whose aura had reached the Great Consummation of Qi Refining came towards him with strange screams.

Tang Ning unfolded the scroll, swiped her left hand across her right palm, and then used her finger as a brush and blood as ink to write vigorously on the scroll.

Not long after, the three-foot scroll was filled with bright red unknown runes. These twisted and densely packed runes were the ghost sealing runes.

He made seals with both hands, and pressed the scroll with his right hand, and the bright red characters on the scroll burst into light, as if he had come to life.

Tang Ning spat out a mouthful of blood, and the bright red talisman surged even more violently. It slowly came out of the scroll. The twisted talisman emerged from the scroll like a chain. Qi bound.

As soon as those ghosts were entangled by the bright red characters, they seemed to be drained of life essence for a moment, sluggish, and wailed one by one.

After the bright red characters locked them, they were pulled towards the scroll.

Those ghosts got into the scroll like paper men.

(End of this chapter)