The failure of the Demon-Subduing Array, coupled with the old man who existed in the cave, thought of the strange magical powers that can change in soul painting, even if the sea of ​​clouds is stupid and has so many doubts, it is impossible to imagine who the person in front of him is.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!!"—" The Painted Soul Ancestor, dressed in a scholar and looked extremely handsome, suddenly burst into a strange smile, staring at the sea of ​​clouds, shooting out two cold lights, and said: "Ancestor, I really didn't expect that this seemingly seamless plan would have so many flaws, but what I didn't expect was that in the three hundred years when the ancestor had never been born, such a great Taoist priest appeared in the world. Being able to guess the identity of the ancestor from these inconspicuous flaws is really extraordinary. As my appreciation of you, I will turn you into one of my many incarnations." As he said that, a cold yin energy blew up in the cave without any warning.

When Yun Hai saw it, his face turned right, and the thousand-year-old peach wood sword in his hand slightly attracted, saying, "Ancestor Huahun, you have killed countless times since three hundred years ago, which has caused resentment from heaven and man. It has been sealed for three hundred years. Don't you know how to repent?" Although he persuaded him, he had no expectation of repentance from the ancestor Huahun. While speaking, his mysterious skills quickly flowed in his body, and a trace of pure sword energy spread throughout his body. In the purple palace, the heart sword under the sword god was ready to move at any time. As long as the ancestor Huahun had any abnormal movement, he would start to take action immediately. However, what Yun Hai was most worried about was that he didn't know how many successful powers the ancestor Huahun had recovered.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk!! -, repent? What a joke." The Painted Soul Painted Ancestor looked at the sea of ​​clouds with a strange smile, and his words were full of disdain: "I remember when those so-called righteous people sealed my ancestor here, when did they tell me the word "repentance"? Three hundred years, three hundred years. This damn Demon Subduing Array actually sealed my ancestor for three hundred years." Now, the Painted Soul Painted Ancestor's mind gradually emerged in the mind of the Painted Soul Painted Ancestor. A twisted a moment of distortion on his handsome face, and his expression was full of madness. He roared: "Originally, I thought I would really destroy this Demon Subduing Array, but man's calculations are not as good as the heaven's calculations, and heaven will not destroy me. This damn Demon Subduing Array has actually failed. I must pay the price for you."

As he said that, his hideous face was smiling at Xiang Yunhai, "It's you damn Taoist priests. Today, you use your blood to pay tribute to my new life. Let's die!" After saying that, he waved his hand around, and suddenly, hundreds of people wearing various clothes and different appearances appeared in front of him without any warning, but these people all have one common characteristic, that is, their eyes were all exposed to bloodthirsty light, and strange smiles were emitted from their mouths. They rushed towards Yunhai in various forms.

They had no weapons in their hands, but ten sharp nails that were shining with strange red light like daggers. You can tell at a glance that it was not simple. Although their nails were similar to zombies, they did not look dull in their actions, and they were all as flexible as monkeys.

When Yun Hai saw it, he was shocked and knew that these people should be puppets that merged with them after being killed by the Painted Soul Ancestor, which is the so-called skin-transforming ghost. Although there is no difference between their forms and humans, in fact, these people can no longer be called humans. All of them are just a bag.

The skin is a skin sac, but it is this skin sac that highlights the extraordinaryness of these skin-painted ghosts. The ordinary tricks will not work for them at all.

A glimmer flashed in his eyes, and Yun Hai shouted coldly: "Good here, today I want to see how much strength you have left in the Painting Soul Ancestor has just broken the seal."

Ghost suppression talisman!!--

As he said, the Baccarat Ring worn on Yunhai's hand flashed, and hundreds of ghost-suppressing talismans stored in the ring were instantly spread across every corner of the sea of ​​clouds like a scattered flower in the sky. They immediately printed the painted ghosts rushing towards him.

Under the control of the sea of ​​clouds, hundreds of ghost-suppressing talismans emitted red lights and hit the eyebrows of each of the ghost-suppressing ghosts. But while the ghost-suppressing talisman was printed on them, a strong dead aura emerged from these ghost-suppressing ghosts at the same time. When the ghost-suppressing talisman was pretended to be by this dead aura, it turned silently into a pile of ashes in the blink of an eye. It had no effect on the ghost-suppressing talismans.

The Painted Soul Ancestor, who saw all this in the distance, couldn't help but laugh strangely: "I thought you, a Taoist priest, have some skills. Don't you know that my painting ghost is not in the Three Realms and Six Paths. Although I call it a ghost, I am not afraid of any ghost-suppressing talisman. Moreover, my whole body is extremely hard and I don't feel any feeling. The sharp claws in my hand can tear you apart ten thousand times. How do you fight me?" His tone was full of disdain.

Yun Hai listened to Zhang Kuang's words from the ancestor of the Painting Soul, and felt the same trick of the painted ghost in front of him, but he didn't think that the painted ghost was really unable to be eliminated. His eyes were so bright and he shouted: "What can I do if the painted ghost can do to me? Today, I, Yun Hai, want to try it. Is the painted ghost really as powerful as the legendary one? Five thunders thunders thunders!!--"

No matter how fierce the painted ghost is, it is always a creature of Yin evil. Yunhai discovered from its characteristics that this painted ghost is almost similar to that zombie. Since it belongs to Yin evil, it will definitely be afraid of the representative of the righteous energy between heaven and earth - the power of lightning. Therefore, Yunhai moved quickly without hesitation.

When he walked seven stars, he pinched the magic trick in his hand. Suddenly, a black cloud instantly condensed in the Qinglong Cave. A flash of lightning swam rapidly in the black clouds. The wind and clouds surged. The thousand-year-old peach wood sword in Yunhai's hand pointed at a painted ghost who was about to pounce on him, and the sword body was shocked.

Click!!--

A thunder sounded, and a thunder and lightning as thick as an arm slashed from the sky towards the sword-pointed ghost in the sky. The speed of lightning was so fast. In the blink of an eye, the ghost in the painting had no time to react, without any cover, and was struck by the lightning.

ah!!--

A shrill scream suddenly came out of the mouth of the ghost. Under the thunder and lightning, it was directly scattered. Under the scream, a black air quickly appeared on the body of the ghost. The whole person was like a balloon with a hole. In the blink of an eye, a human skin that was charred and charred fell directly to the ground.

When Yun Hai saw that this thunder method was really effective against the ghost of the painted skin, he couldn't help but feel happy. Without thinking, the peach wood sword in his hand quickly shook. Every time the sword body vibrated, a lightning would definitely fall in the air. Where the lightning fell, a ghost of the painted skin would definitely disappear. Suddenly, bursts of thunder sounded throughout the hole.

When the ancestor of the Painting Soul saw it, his expression changed suddenly. He knew it was not good. He knew that the other ones were good, his body was hard and fearless, but their strength was directly related to him. The stronger his strength, the stronger the Painting Soul was. Three hundred years ago, a mere five thunder thunder was just scratching them, and it was impossible to cause too much damage. Unexpectedly, under the devil subduing formation, his strength was only 30% left. The strength of this Painting Soul thunder thunder was also declining. Until now, he could not resist the five thunder thunder thunder.

Seeing the sea of ​​clouds constantly attracting thunder, the Painted Soul Ancestor's face turned gloomy and said with a grim smile: "Stinky Taoist, do you think you want to destroy my Painted Ghost with the little five thunder bombardment alone? Let me tell you, as long as I still exist, Painted Ghost will never die. Get it here!!--"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Painted Soul Ancestor suddenly opened his mouth and squirted at the human skin that had been struck by lightning. Suddenly, a black gas spurted out from his mouth. As soon as the black gas appeared, it turned into tiny black lines in the blink of an eye, as if he recognized the way, and threw it into the human skin.

And the moment the black air entered the human skin, everything in front of me suddenly changed. I saw that the human skins that were supposed to have become a ball of dead objects suddenly bulged up like a rushing air. In the blink of an eye, it was a mysterious recovery as before.

"No!" Yun Hai looked at the scene in front of him, and a trace of bitterness suddenly changed on his face. He originally thought he had found a way, but he didn't expect these things to die. He cursed in his heart: Damn, after I kill you, you will resurrect them all, and this will make people live.

"Hmph! Since that's the case, it seems that it's going to be a trick." Yun Hai stared at the painted ghost who faintly surrounded him, and his expression changed suddenly. He waved the peach wood sword in his hand and instantly inserted it out of his back. A white jade-like sword light suddenly spit out from the palm of his right hand. Under the mysterious power, there was no fluctuation in Yun Hai's eyes at this time. His body stood quietly among the many painted ghosts like an ancient sword standing between heaven and earth. A jade-colored sword tip slowly spit out from his palm. A rich sword energy appeared around him without warning.

The white jade-like innate heart sword was firmly held in my hand. Holding the heart sword, Yun Hai's heart couldn't help but calm down in an instant. Feel the beautiful feeling of being inseparable from the heart sword. Yun Hai looked at the Painting Soul Ancestor and said, "Your skin ghost is indeed not simple, and with your power in your heyday, you have forced me to such a state. With my current Taoism, I am indeed too far from you. But my strongest thing is not the Taoism, but the sword in my hand. The mystery of heaven and earth, I call a sword. I will merge the boundless sword into a sword technique - the Heart Lotus Sword Song. Today, Yun Hai will fight you with the Heart Lotus Sword Song. Do you dare to appreciate it?"
Chapter completed!