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Chapter 211 Shenxiao Thunder Method! The terrifying dragon-elephant golden body! (Two-in-one please subscribe)
Lingbao!

There are rare treasures in the martial arts world of Wu Dynasty. Only those powerful sects with long history and profound foundation have spiritual treasures, such as Lingshan Taoist Sect, Buddhist White Horse, etc.

And this [Picture of One Hundred Ghosts in the Netherworld] is a genuine spiritual treasure-level ghost weapon.

Its specific origin is unknown. It is only known that the treasure later fell into the hands of the Laoshan Ghost Path. Since then, the Laoshan Ghost Path has completely risen.

Although there is no strong person who can refine Qi, transform gods and condense ghost elixirs, with the treasure of [Hundred Ghost Maps of the Netherworld], Laoshan Ghost Path has been ranked among the top seven in Laoshan.

The Hundred Ghost Map of the Netherworld is powerful and can be used both offensively and defensively. It is said that there are hundreds of ghost generals in it who can refine their qi and transform into gods. Even the fusion of these hundred ghost generals can produce a ghost king who can refine their qi and transform into gods.

Back then, Laoshan Road encountered several attacks from the White Horse Temple and almost captured the gate of Mount Laoshan. It was Ghost Road who sacrificed the "Hundred Ghosts of the Netherworld" to turn the tide and save the gate of Laoshan Road from being destroyed.

In the entire Wu Dynasty cultivation world, there are only a handful of sects that possess Lingbao-level treasures to suppress the sect. Looking at the entire Laoshan Seven Paths, as far as Zhang Yan knows, there is only one Lingbao, the Ghost Path, the Netherworld Hundred Ghost Picture, and the rest The six realms have never existed.

Zhang Yan did not expect that Laoshan Road would go to such great lengths to destroy Heishan and capture Changze County.

In addition to the bronze-armored corpse brought by Corpse Dao, Situ Yin even brought the treasure of the town sect [Picture of One Hundred Ghosts in the Netherworld].

"Could it be that it is also..."

When the Lei Bu Dusi Yin had absorbed all the mana, the purple thunder bead with the thunder beast on it made a subtle arcing sound without any pause. Chen Yan raised his hand and threw it lightly.

How much hatred and resentment is this?
Zhang Yan's scalp felt numb.

But why do you, Chen Yan, have it too? !
Are you not a martial artist with innate perfection in martial arts?

Is he, Siyin of the Thunder Department, stronger, or is Situ Yin's Hundred Ghosts of the Netherworld better?

Just say that you are born perfect, just think that you are a peerless martial arts genius who is rare in 500 years and have been born perfect in half a year.

"what?"

At the same time, Zhang Yan, Hong Gu, and even everyone on the battlefield in the distance also noticed the terror of this power, and they all looked up at the sky.

"How can it be?!"

I don't know when a huge black cloud appeared covering the defense for hundreds of miles. The black cloud was filled with lightning and deafening thunder.

There was a loud thunderclap.

His deep eyes flashed with a faint light, and the mana in Chen Yan's dantian poured into Leibudu Siyin like a tide. In just a moment, the mana in Chen Yan's dantian was reduced by more than 40%.

With cold eyes, he glanced at Situ Yin, who seemed confident of winning, and Chen Yan said in a cold voice:
"What makes you think that a mere spiritual treasure can defeat me?"

Zhang Yan was completely dumbfounded. She looked at Hong Gu next to her and saw the shock and horror in her eyes.

Calculated in this way, Laoshan Dao's attack on Changze County this time was equivalent to sending the combat power of two Qi Refining Gods.

The overwhelming ghost energy surged into the sky. Situ Yin raised his arm and waved, and the Ling Bao·Netherworld Hundred Ghost Picture in front of him rose into the sky and went straight towards Chen Yan in mid-air.

For a moment, ghosts cried and howled, the color of the heaven and earth changed, as if the sound of wailing souls emanated, and those who heard it felt as if their souls were about to burst.

However, even though it has been damaged, the damaged Leibu Dusi Seal is also a spiritual treasure-level treasure confirmed by the Heavenly Book of Merit.

On the battlefield, a mighty ghostly aura rose into the sky, causing the situation to change. From a distance, it seemed as if the entire official road outside Changze County had turned into a ghost realm.

He looked at the purple thunder seal suspended in the air, his eyes full of horror:

Although it is not a genuine refining of qi to transform into a god, it is beyond the ordinary perfection of refining qi and transforming into gods. Coupled with the 10,000 Laoshan army, such a configuration is enough to destroy some medium-sized forces.

Situ smiled sinisterly, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent.

Originally, he was overjoyed that the young man showed his innate and perfect level of combat power, but he did not expect that Situ Yin sacrificed the Lingbao-level ghost weapon [Hundred Ghosts of the Netherworld], and his mood suddenly took a turn for the worse, with worry that could not be concealed on his face. Hong Gu on the side also looked unhappy.

Previously, Chen Yan used the Thunder Department Du Siyin to assist in the use of thunder techniques. This time, Chen Yan planned to try to see how powerful the real spiritual treasure was.

Letting the sound of thousands of souls wailing echo in his ears, Chen Yan remained unmoved, his expression calm, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

Lingbao!

Astonishingly, it was the Shenxiao Sect’s inherited spiritual treasure [Leibu Dusi’s Great Dharma Seal] passed down by Liu Laodao!
This treasure has been cultivated in Chen Yan's Dantian for half a year. It took half a year to repair it. The cracks on the Leibu Dusi Seal are less visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, as if under some kind of suppression, all the strange phenomena in the sky above Nagaze County fell silent, and the entire sky turned black.

I saw the sky above my head, the color of heaven and earth changed, and it turned completely white.

"boom!"

Situ Yin's sinister eyes were fixed on the black-robed young man above his head, and a hideous smile appeared on his dead white face. At this moment, with the blessing of the Netherworld Hundred Ghost Picture, Situ Yin was like a ghost king!
"Little beast, now I want to see if you kill me or if I kill you!"

"This kind of power..."

Although Yan Ji was shocked that Chen Yan was actually an innate perfectionist in martial arts, the stronger the innate perfection was, the stronger he was. However, in front of Situ Yin who possessed the Lingbao-level ghost weapon [Hundred Ghost Map of the Netherworld], he was still a little dissatisfied.

Seeing the picture of the Hundred Ghosts of the Netherworld flying in the air not far away, Chen Yan narrowed his eyes, no longer hesitated, then spread his palms, and a purple seal about three inches in size appeared in his palms.

Zhang Yan on the hill was worried, but Yan Ji, who was fighting with Yimu's spirit body, showed a smile.

How come in a blink of an eye, a spiritual treasure that is not weaker than the "Hundred Ghosts of the Netherworld" or even stronger is sacrificed? !
Zhang Yan was shocked, and Situ Yin, who was in the center of the battlefield, was also horrified.

A terrifying burst of divine power frightened Yan Ji, who was fighting with Yimu's spirit body in the distance. Even Yan Ji's bronze-armored corpse looked uneasily above his head and let out shuddering roars.

The smile on Situ Yin's face stopped, and the next second, he stared at the boy above him in horror.

It turned out to be another spiritual treasure!
Zhang Yan was shocked!
When did Lingbao become so worthless?
It doesn't matter that Situ Yin owns a spiritual treasure-level ghost weapon. After all, this is not a secret in the martial arts world.

One hundred ferocious, sinister, bloodthirsty and crazy ghosts surround the Hundred Ghosts of the Netherworld. Once enveloped by it, even those who are innately perfect will become the blood-food of these hundred ghosts and be torn into pieces.

You must know that once the Hundred Ghosts of the Netherworld is lost, it will definitely be a heavy blow to the Laoshan Ghost Path, and it is not impossible to even fall out of the Laoshan Seven Paths.

But what happened to this Lingbao?

Even those powerful cultivation sects may not have a spiritual treasure at their disposal, but a martial artist actually possesses a spiritual treasure?
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Situ Yin would have felt that everything in front of him was just an illusion.

But the powerful thundercloud overhead, covering a hundred miles in radius, causing countless creatures within a hundred miles to bow their heads, and making all kinds of evil spirits tremble, was not fake.

That terrifying power of heaven seemed to make no living being able to resist in front of it. It could not even escape and could only close its eyes and wait for death.

Standing out of thin air, with lightning flashing in his eyes, Chen Yan glanced at the picture of hundreds of ghosts flying towards the underworld, murderous intent burst out in his heart, his eyes were cold, he opened his mouth and ordered: "Thunder is coming."

His eyes were as indifferent as the sky, as if he was holding the Heavenly Constitution in his mouth, and followed Chen Yan's words.

A dazzling purple thunder light suddenly burst out from the Lei Bu Du Si Yin hovering in mid-air, and a complete Heavenly Thunder True Seal seemed to emerge from the thunder light.

In an instant, five colors of lightning intertwined and illuminated half of the sky!
"Boom!"

The purple thunder roared, and the thunder clouds rotated like a whirlpool, with five-color thunder light evolving in it, hoping to cleanse the evil in the world.

"boom!"

Another shocking thunder!
A purple thunder pillar fell from the sky, like a divine sword falling from the sky, slashing hard at the Netherworld Hundred Ghost Figure flying in mid-air.

Rumble, thunder exploded, cleansing away evil spirits, and the mighty power of heaven burst out. At this moment, the ghastly ghost energy around the Netherworld Hundred Ghost Map suddenly melted like spring snow.

"Ahhh-"

On the map of the Hundred Ghosts of the Netherworld, hundreds of evil ghosts screamed in terror and pain.

Thunder can restrain ghosts, let alone demons and monsters.

"puff!"

The Hundred Ghosts in the Netherworld and Situ Yin have the same mind. If the Hundred Ghosts in the Netherworld suffers such a blow, how can Situ Yin fare better?

He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which made Situ Yin's already serious injuries worse. But at this moment, he could not care about his own injuries at all. He looked at the terrifying thundercloud above his head that covered hundreds of miles in horror.

Not to mention Situ Yin, Yan Ji, and even all the evil cultivators in Laoshan, at this moment, they felt a terrifying air pressure coming down, making them gasp and rumble, thunder exploded, and the sky became bright again. , out of breath.

"How is it possible! How is it possible! How could a martial artist master such a powerful lightning technique?! The lightning technique in the world should have been developed long ago..."

Situ Yin muttered to himself in horror. Then, he seemed to have thought of something. His eyes with only white shadows stared at the young man in the distance who seemed to be bathed in purple thunder, and said in a tone full of disbelief:
"Are you a remnant of the Shenxiao Sect?!"

"The remnants?"

In mid-air, Chen Yan's cold eyes shone down, and his shining purple eyes were full of ruthlessness and coldness:
"Are you worthy of calling the rest of the world the name of Shenxiao?"

As early as when he took over the Lei Budu Siyin from Liu Laodao, Chen Yan was equivalent to taking over the inheritance of Shenxiao Sect.

Back then, the Shenxiao Sect wiped out the demon tide overnight for unknown reasons, but Chen Yan knew that as long as he was around, the Shenxiao Sect would not be destroyed, and the inheritance of the Shenxiao Sect would not be cut off.

Saying this, the magic power in Dantian poured out again.

Rumbling, thunder exploded, the sky was bright again, purple lightning illuminated the world, Shenxiao's thunder method was supplemented by demon thunder, roaring like an angry dragon, carrying the wrath of the sky, and struck down hard, hitting the Hundred Ghosts in the Netherworld. above.

The demon thunder is fierce, and when it falls, it is like a huge spiritual mountain falling, with unrivaled power.

"boom!"

The picture of hundreds of ghosts in the underworld seemed to have been hit hard, and the ghosts were wailing, and the surface of the dark jade scroll made an overwhelming "squeak" sound.

With their minds connected, Situ Yin's already gray face turned even paler, as if he were a dead man.

The shadow of fear shrouded his heart. Situ Yin had never felt the threat of death since he mastered the Lingbao ghost weapon [Hundred Ghosts of the Netherworld].

This was the first time in a hundred years that Situ Yin had experienced death at such a close range, and the fear and horror he felt when he was still weak welled up in his heart.

However, after seeing Chen Yan's cold gaze above him, looking at him like an ant, the fear in Situ Yin's heart was replaced by endless anger.

"There's no way I'm going to die here!"

"How could I die in the hands of a little beast like you!!!"

The unwillingness in Situ Yin's heart burst out, and he let out a roar. He once again mobilized his magic power to activate the Hundred Ghosts of the Netherworld.

Hum, strange power permeates the air.

Woo hoo hoo, hundreds of ghosts howled, the shrill wails echoed across the heaven and earth, the boundless ghost energy surged up, the originally unbearable picture gradually stabilized, and continued to burst out with power, trying to reversely destroy the demon thunder of the sky.

"Want to go all out? This is interesting, but..."

Looking at Situ Yin with a ferocious and twisted face, Chen Yan's aura quietly changed, full of violence, and there was a burning fighting spirit in his eyes.

He had no hope of killing Situ Yin with just the thunder method. This was not because the demon thunder was not strong, nor was it because the thunder department's seal was damaged.

In fact, the full power of the Shenxiao Demonic Thunder or the Thunder Department Dusi Yinqi was enough to kill Situ Yin.

Chen Yan failed to kill Situ Yin simply because his Taoist cultivation was just for the first time in refining Qi and could not control the more powerful thunder method.

But what Chen Yan is strong now is not his thunder method...

What makes Chen Yan strong is his martial arts and his body that is as powerful as the Qi Refining God and Demon King!

Looking directly at Situ Yin below with murderous intent, Chen Yan said with a fighting spirit on his face:
"This is just the beginning!"

"Dragon Elephant Golden Body!"

Chen Yan took one step forward, just like a fish jumping over a dragon's gate. The huge changes visible to the naked eye were on Chen Yan's body.

ka ka ka-

Chen Yan's already strong skin expanded as if inflated, and his muscles and bones stretched, making the sound of a strong bow being drawn and released in the air.

His skin shimmered like ivory, and every inch of his body was filled with the aura of the most powerful Yang, as if he was no longer a body of flesh and blood, but turned into a golden statue!
Indestructible and unshakable!
"Situ Yin!"

Water-like golden light burst out from the young man's body. It was the dragon-elephant golden body that was pushed to the extreme. It was like a copper wall and an iron wall. The manic air waves were rolling like the Milky Way, and the wind and clouds were turbulent.

A series of magical powers were running, carried by the golden body of the dragon elephant, and the power of thirteen dragon elephants was added to the body. Terrifying power was born. At this moment, there seemed to be countless thunders roaring in Chen Yan's body.

Zhen Gang circulated, and his five fingers pinched together, as if he had grasped a piece of void. The billowing airflow gathered together, and Chen Yan threw out his strongest punch.

"die!"

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(End of this chapter)