Peck of Rice Immortal Fate

Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 123

2020-11-07

Chapter 123 The Half Ministry Ghost Book (35)

Fang Dou lightly sighed then said, so far, the crisis has not receded.

There are only two people left in the Qianqiu Society, the first-class warlock-level Yan Venerable, and the other person who has yet to show up. He can send and receive Flying Sword, and his destructive power is amazing.

These two people, any one of them, has the strength to kill Fang Dou.

The previous clearing was completed, and it was finally time for the final moment of king to king.

Yan Venerable's new arm is generated by moving the arm, although it is a little uncomfortable, it can also handle one or two.

"Little Monk, your name is Fang Dou?"

Fang Dou smiled nodded, "Yes, it's me!"

"Fang Dou, it's yours The name of the law, or the name of the layman?"

After the fight just now, Yan Venerable had guessed that Fang Dou had nothing to do with Shi, Dao or Ming, and he used many and varied methods.

"It turned out to be the unorthodox way!"

Yan Venerable was relieved, no matter how strong Fang Dou was, he couldn't pose a threat to Qianqiu Society.

"My name is Fang Dou, Fang Yuan Zhi Fang, Mi Dou Zhi Dou!"

Fang Dou's voice was high-quality, his eyes glanced all around, "There is another friend, why? Don't show up in the country?"

Yan Venerable noticed his gaze, shook his head and said, "You mean Flying Sword slave?

"Be patient, you will be able to see him soon!"

Yan Venerable's eyes fell on Fang Dou's feet, "You have an altar to protect your body, and you can't use ordinary means. It's useful to get a trump card!"

After saying that, he took out a piece of iron tile, and carved the words densely packed on it using the eclipse method, all in small capital letters.

The densely packed text is like the stars and the moon, with the appearance of a ghost in the center, but the other half is missing, only the upper body with the ugly ghost's head.

"What the old man has learned is all in this book on ghosts."

"This book is a book that seeks out the yin, gathers the yin into a ghost, and uses the Ghost Messenger! "

"More importantly, this is also a magic weapon of ghost cultivator."

Yan Venerable sighed, stretched out his nails and cut his wrist, and the red blood gushed out and landed on the concave surface of the iron tile.

This half of the ghost book is like a sponge absorbing water, draining the blood without a drop.

The iron tile began to float in the air, the text began to flicker, and the evil ghost in the center came alive in the blink of an eye, leaning out from the surface.

A horror scene happened, the evil ghost on the iron tile turned into a three-dimensional shape, baring fangs and brandishing claws roared.

With a whole piece of iron tile, suspended in mid-air, killing towards the altar where Fang Dou was standing.

The gloomy aura that this evil ghost exudes far exceeds the total of the four Ghost Generals and the army of hundreds of ghosts, forcibly dropping the surrounding temperature by more than ten degrees.

The mountains are already gloomy and cold. As a result, the scorching summer suddenly enters the late autumn.

The altar at the foot of Fang Dou made a humming sound, and the oppression brought by the previous conscription of ghost books had already threatened the body of the Tiangang altar.

"Iron windmill, go!"

He hurriedly used his mana, the grass was separated, the iron windmill roared and rushed, and the wind and fire rolled up more and more vigorously.

This evil ghost has only half of its body, so the upper body sticks out of the air as if through a window, and the rest of the body is still at the other end.

Only the upper body, the aura and power of the evil ghost are already desperately strong.

The iron windmill was wrapped in raging fire, and the surrounding grasses for ten li ignited spontaneously without wind, and there were flying fire stars and ashes everywhere.

crash-bang, this firearm rushed out hundreds of meters one after another, had accumulated potential energy to Peak, jumped up and slammed into the evil spirit.

The evil spirit's mouth was split open, and the already vicious face became even more hideous and ugly, with contempt between his eyebrows and eyes.

A surprise happened.

The fire carried by the iron windmill was enough to turn a village into ashes, but when it came to the evil spirit, it was invisible and suppressed, and the fire was weakened inch by inch.

Yin Qi beside the evil ghost was as deep as the sea, and before the iron windmill touched it, the fire was swept away.

"Dang!"

The evil ghost waved its claws again, and the huge ghost claws showed up. It has several points of 'Nether Ghost claws' charm, but it is more Venerable than Yan's. The handwriting is more brilliant and profound.

Ghost claw crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood version, the iron windmill made by steel essence is easily kneaded into a mass of scrap iron.

Fang Dou pupil shrink , "Not good!"

The evil ghost showed a mocking smile, jumped forward, and in the blink of an eye, crossed the distance of several hundred meters and came to Fang Dou , just one step away from the altar.

Fang Dou stared at the tall evil spirit, as if he could feel the gloomy breath coming out of his mouth and nose.

This evil ghost, in terms of appearance, is not an ordinary variety. It is a collection of the four Ghost Generals and Hundred Ghosts. Each species has the most ferocious and ugliest characteristics. Seeing each other, I am afraid that I will be scared to death on the spot.

"Phew!"

The evil spirit is not talking nonsense, he opened his bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, and inhaled sharply towards Fang Dou.

Next moment, Fang Dou is spinning, feeling that his whole soul is being sucked away.

Suddenly, the daoist robe flashed rays of light, and a cool feeling spread throughout his body, causing him to react.

"Big golden robe!"

Fang Dou stood out from the Golden Rooster Pile, posing in a glazed state of mind, and the golden light circulated all over his body, like putting on a layer of robes.

At the same time, a layer of patterns appeared on the daoist robe, which was also resisting the swallowing of evil spirits.

You can't sit still!

Fang Dou was in crisis, but he still kept his eyes open and saw the wound on Yan Venerable's wrist, still bleeding slowly.

That is to say, he operates the evil ghosts in the ghost book and needs to be fed with his own blood essence.

"That's it, the last trump card!"

"The bean soldiers obey the order and set up the Chongyang formation!"

Not far from the altar, the original standing The moving bean soldiers raised their heads when they heard the words.

The leading alien bean soldier, holding a crane head steel staff, pointed in the direction of the evil spirit.

The remaining ninety or so bean soldiers turned around neatly. Although they were silent, they gave the impression of a silent cry.

The bean soldiers are in groups of three, and more than thirty three-petaled flowers bloom in an instant, and then, three or three together, there are nine to ten Nine Palace Arrays.

"Not good!"

When Yan Venerable saw this, he immediately saw that the bean soldiers were posing.

"This is a military battle. How many miscellaneous studies has Little Monk mastered?"

The blood flowed faster on his wrist, and his face paled a little, urging the evil spirit to solve it as soon as possible. Fang Dou.

After a few breaths, the 81 bean soldiers finally formed a formation, forming a 9th layer yang formation.

In the big array, create something from nothing, and a trace of Pure Yang Qi was born.

The evil spirit stopped suddenly, turned around in confusion, and saw the bean soldiers forming the central formation, approaching in unison.

“ao wu!”

The body of the evil spirit turned into a black mist, shrouded in the bean soldiers and fell, actually trying to disperse it.

The bean soldiers were expressionless, facing the black fog like a frenzy, strictly guarding the position of the battle formation, and the Pure Yang Qi above their heads condensed and did not disperse.

Pure Yang Qi, as fast as a sword, pierced into the black mist, screaming wail like ghosts and howl like wolves.

Yan Venerable's hands and feet were cold, and the speed at which the evil spirit absorbed the blood essence suddenly became violent.

The black fog kept squirming, sometimes turning into a hideous ghost head, and sometimes turning into hundreds of ghost claws, trying to disperse the Chongyang formation.

However, the bean soldiers were fearless and kept their formation intact despite the shock.

At the same time, Pure Yang Qi is like a grinding disc, constantly killing the strange fog.

Eventually, Yan Venerable saw the black mist thin quickly and eventually disappeared.

The evil spirits were eliminated and died under the Chongyang formation composed of bean soldiers.

(end of this chapter)