Shinto crosses the world

Chapter 146
The eight-armed fierce ghost knife cut off the arms, breaking the Dharma Guardian.The Dharma Protector God will turn into green smoke and sink into Lin Zhao's hands to raise the God Banner, and he will not be able to cultivate himself.

Lin Zhao mobilized the incense from the City God's seal and poured it into the Yangshen banner, but his eyes were still on the eight-armed ghost.

After beheading the guardian general, the eight-armed ghost suddenly felt a powerful pulling force.

It raised its head and roared, and the eyes on its back were sharp.

The eight arms rotated, and they actually got into the picture scroll of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

"It's done!"

Han Wugou was overjoyed.

In the picture scroll, the "Lingjian Mountain" that most fits her mind descends from the sky and suppresses the eight-armed ghost!

With the power of a mountain, even experts like the dead wood monk can't compete.

Although the eight-armed ghost is stronger than the dead wood monk, Lingjian Mountain is also taller than Gaoping Mountain.

Repression!

Repression!

Everyone only saw that the eight-armed ghost was captured by the scroll of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.Lingjian mountain was pressed down, but there was no trace.

It's just that everyone looked at Lin Zhao.

Lin Zhao's face remained motionless, not happy.

They paused in their hearts, and looked at Han Wugou again.

Han Wugou frowned, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

Chu Wenyao raised his head and looked into the sky.

I saw the scroll of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers trembling in the air.In the picture scroll, Lingjian Mountain is shaking constantly, as if there is a terrifying existence under the mountain.

There is indeed terror under the mountain!
Eight-armed ghost!

boom!
There was an earth-shattering bang, and the eight-armed ghost danced wildly with its arms, leaping up from Lingjian Mountain, smashing Lingjian Mountain to pieces.

Immediately.

Behind it, a pair of eyes glanced through the scroll, which made people frightened.

"puff!"

Han Wugou was the first to bear the brunt.

First, Lingjian Mountain was destroyed, and the mind was wounded.He was swept over by the eyes of the eight-armed ghost again, oppressing his mind.

Suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Unsustainable!

boom!
In the air, a gap opened in the Scroll of Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains.

The eight-armed ghost leaped out, slashing at Han Wugou with its eight-armed flurry.

With a wave of his hand, Lin Zhao took Han Wugou behind him, and bestowed several pills of nourishing spirit to restore his mental trauma.

"Chu Wenyao!"

At the same time, Chu Wenyao was ordered to take action.

"disease!"

Without hesitation, Chu Wenyao sacrificed the scroll of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Just like Han Wugou, the picture scroll stretched across the sky, stopping the eight-armed ghost.The eight-armed ghost was about to kill Han Wugou, but it crashed into the picture scroll of Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains.

White Feather Mountain!
Repression!

……

Still the same result.

The eight-armed ghost broke through Baiyu Mountain and came out.

Chu Wenyao was injured and retreated!

"Wang Rui!"

……

"Xu Yanzhe!"

……

"Fang Siyuan!"

……

Lin Zhao took his time and fought with the wheel, keeping the eight-armed ghost in place.

The eight-armed ghost shattered one mountain peak after another, breaking through nine volumes of the map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

The body is slightly dim, but the eyes behind it are even more terrifying.

Burning with anger, it can burn the sky.

Han Wugou, Chu Wenyao, Wang Rui and other nine gods sat cross-legged behind Lin Zhao, unable to fight any more.

"Cai Changan!"

"Wan Xinghua!"

"Zhang Mimiao!"

"Sacrifice Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Picture Scroll!"

Lin Zhao shouted in a deep voice.

The three of them didn't dare to hesitate, and threw out the three picture scrolls, trapping the eight-armed ghost.

Previously, the consumption of Han Wugou, Chu Wenyao and others paid off.

Although the Eight-Armed Fierce Ghost broke the seal of the Qianli Jiangshan Scroll, it also consumed a lot of strength.The eight-armed ghost uses its power in a rough way. In this kind of confrontation between brute force and ingenuity, it does not know how much waste it causes.

Not comparable.

at the moment.

Facing the picture scroll of a thousand miles of rivers and mountains sacrificed by Cai Changan and other ninth-rank gods, it was like being trapped in a quagmire for a while, making it difficult to move.

Lin Zhao kept on saying, "Yin soldiers attack!"

The three commanders received the order and shouted at the same time——

"attack!"

Sixty thousand Yin soldiers in the third battalion bent their bows and shot arrows like rain.

Baptized by the rain of arrows, it covered the eight-armed fierce ghost.

These arrows are all crafted by Songxi Shenting craftsmen, mainly made of various female materials, and can be used as standard weapons for Yin soldiers.

One round!
Two rounds!

Three rounds!

In three stages of arrow rain, [-] arrows fell, turning the eight-armed ghost into a hedgehog.

After three rounds.

Another three rounds!

……

in this way.

"Roar!"

The eight-armed ghost roared and danced its eight arms, resisting the rain of tens of thousands of arrows.

It exploded with potential and rushed desperately, smashing the three-party and three-volume Thousand-Li River and Mountain Map into pieces.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

The magic weapon was destroyed, and the three of Cai Chang'an coughed up blood, and looked sluggish.

"Step aside!"

Lin Zhao flicked his sleeves and rolled the three of them beside Han Wugou and the other Nine Gods.

The twelve gods were all cross-legged on the ground, unable to fight due to serious injuries.

"Hoohoho!"

The eight-armed ghost was out of anger, and the eight-armed ghost struck the air, trying to shatter the void.

Countless sharp arrows shot back from his body, killing thousands of Yin soldiers!

The formation of Yin soldiers was instantly chaotic.

"go with!"

Lin Zhao flicked his fingers repeatedly, and the barracks of Yin soldiers carrying [-] Yin soldiers shrank and turned into a palm-sized turn in front of Cai Changan and the three of them.

Continuous consumption.

The eight-armed ghost has reached its limit, and there is no need to ruin the Yin soldier's life in vain.

Lin Zhao made a move!

I saw him holding the god-raising banner in his hand, and the banner moved towards the eight-armed ghost with his heart.

The eight-armed ghost's viciousness remained undiminished, and the eight arms swung wildly, trying to smash the Yangshen banner.

"Sleepy!"

Lin Zhao pinched the seal formula with his hands, and the divine power in the Yangshen Banner exploded, instantly turning into a curtain of the sky, trapping the eight-armed fierce ghost.

Up, down, and all directions are surrounded by banners and flags!

No way to escape!
Bang bang bang!
The eight-armed ghost attacked violently.

The Yangshen Banner has a tendency to explode.

Lin Zhao frowned slightly, stretched out his hand and pointed——

"disease!"

The seal of the City God descended from the sky, and hit the back of the eight-armed ghost, knocking it staggering.

Only then did the Yangshen banner stabilize.

The eight-armed ghost is almost like the god of war in the underworld, even so, he is still violent.

Lin Zhao was unmoved.

The City God Seal was dropped again and again.

Or hit the back of the heart, or hit the forehead, or collide with its eight arms.

The Yangshen banner slowly shrinks, the force of oppression is stronger, and the range of activities of the eight-armed ghost is smaller.

I do not know how long it has been.

All I know is that the power of the incense in the City God's seal is exhausted, and most of the divine power in the spiritual banner is also consumed.

at last.

The eight-armed ghost could no longer hold on.

The City God's seal was smashed down for the last time, and the eight-armed ghost exploded violently, breaking into pieces.

The ghost fragments are spiritual, even so, they must be reunited to regenerate the eight-armed ghost.

Lin Zhao's eyes flashed, and the divine banner tightened instantly.

The small flag rustled, sucking all the fragments of the fierce ghost into the flag.

Bang bang bang!
Click, click, click!

From the Yangshen Banner, there was a bang and the sound of eating.

The eight-armed ghost was actually taken into the Yangshen banner by Lin Zhao, and fed to the guardian god!

……

The battle in the underworld can be described as tragic.

Twelve genuine eighth-rank gods were injured, nine top-level magic weapons were damaged, and three top-level magic weapons were destroyed.

It's easy to say that the mind is injured, and the magic weapon is damaged. I don't know how long it will take to conceive and nourish it before it can recover its power.

Every volume of the map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains was painstakingly refined by Lin Zhao.

Three of the volumes have become one-time instruments.

The eight-armed fierce ghost was so powerful that it opened the eyes of the gods, and even broke out in a cold sweat.

The guardian god general is so terrifying, and he is not an opponent.

The scrolls of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains were urged by the gods, and they were broken one after another.

Sixty thousand Yin soldiers were baptized by the rain of arrows, but the eight-armed ghost shattered the three-volume map of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains that restricted it.

finally.

Lin Zhao made a move, smashing the city god's seal violently, and trapping the enemy with the god-raising flag.

After the protracted war.

to destroy it.

With such strength, I am afraid that even the Venerable Fire Tribulation Realm is not as good as it.

Lin Zhao almost used all means to kill him.

This is still the case when the eight-armed ghost is irritable and ignorant.

If it has ordinary human wisdom, it will be even more difficult to deal with.

"Certainly!"

Lin Zhao threw out the Seal of the City God, set it above the swampy water, immediately looked at Han Wugou and the others, and said, "You have worked hard, go back to Songxi County to recuperate your injuries."

"Here!"

12 people promised, still weak.

Lin Zhao nodded, and the seal of the City God spun in the air, sucking 12 people and sending them back to the Songxi jurisdiction.

But Lin Zhao stayed where he was, his eyes fell on the place where the eight-armed ghost jumped out just now!

(End of this chapter)