The white-robed scholars of Piaoxiang Academy used the combined attack technique, and together they condensed into a long golden dragon with a length of more than ten meters. It swung its head and tail in the sky, and then pounced on a house-sized dragon thrown by the black-robed weirdo.
blood red skull.
The blood-red skull and the golden mighty dragon collided in the sky.
If the monks in the foundation-building stage can easily crush the monks in the Qi-refining stage, then what about the base number of monks in the Qi-refining stage multiplied by hundreds?
The answer is revealed instantly.
The weird man in black robe was hit by the aftermath of the explosion in the sky, and underestimated the power of the combined attack technique of hundreds of white-robed scholars in the Qi Refining Period of Piaoxiang Academy.
The black robe that had been covering the black-robed weirdo exploded, revealing a pair of skinny and jagged skeletons. It was not considered a pure skeleton, after all, there was a layer of human skin on the skeleton.
The white-robed scholars in the Qi-refining stage of Piaoxiang Academy attacked the monks in the foundation-building stage with all their strength. The first person to be hit by the aftermath of the explosion was Qin Chaoyang. He was instantly blown away and fell to the ground on his back, unconscious. The white people behind him were
The scholars in robes fell down one by one, as if they were pushed into a tarot card, and sprayed a mouthful of blood mist directly above them. They all suffered serious internal injuries.
The full blow of the foundation-building monk was so powerful that it was terrifying.
On the other side, after Yang Nichang's experience of digging out the heart several times, he could accurately determine that his "Liuying Ghost Sword" had penetrated into the green-robed Taoist priest's heart from behind. After the sneak attack, Yang Nichang quickly backed up and
There is no rush to dig out the heart of the green-robed Taoist priest.
A foundation-building monk's self-destruction before his death is no joke.
Yang Nichang gritted her teeth and said: "Stinky Taoist priest, I told you that even if you are a ghost, I will not let you go."
"Jie Jie, apprentice, well done." The evil cultivator who looked like a skeleton suppressed the internal injuries in his body, and a dry and wild laugh appeared on his old face with only a piece of human skin left, and said: "A great victory, these floating people
The heart of the two-legged bookcase in Xiang Academy belongs to you, and the spiritual stones, magic weapons, and bodies on their bodies belong to the master."
"Thank you, Master." Yang Nichang said with a smile on her face. Just a heart in the Qi refining stage can promote her from the early ghost stage to the peak ghost stage. So what about hundreds of hearts?
There is no doubt that Yang Nichang can definitely enter the second level of ghost cultivation - the ghost stage, and even the third level of ghost cultivation - the ghost soldier stage.
"hehe."
At this time, there was a sudden chuckle, which disrupted the good mood of the skeleton evil cultivator and Yang Nichang.
"Who?" Yang Nichang immediately concentrated on guarding, looking around, and said delicately: "Where are the rats hiding their heads and showing their tails?"
The dark green eyes of the skeleton evil cultivator suddenly shot out two rays of green light, and the figure of the green-robed Taoist priest appeared three feet away from Yang Nishang.
Yang Nichang's pupils shrank violently, she took a few steps back in confusion, pointed at the green-robed Taoist priest and said, "You, you, aren't you already dead?"
Immediately, Yang Nichang looked at the green-robed Taoist priest directly in front who still had the "Liuying Ghost Sword" inserted, and was confused.
The green-robed Taoist priest took a step forward, flicked his long sleeves towards "his body", and inserted a dark green and sinister wooden sword on a piece of talisman paper. The green-robed Taoist priest shrugged his shoulders, as if he was looking at an idiot.
Looking at Yang Nichang the same way.
"Replacement technique, invisibility technique." The skeleton evil cultivator's hoarse and low voice sounded. He stepped forward, with a cold and sinister smile on his dry face, and said: "Your Excellency's good tricks, I almost got killed."
You've been cheated."
The green-robed Taoist priest took out the small pocket sword inserted in his hair and threw it into the air. The small pocket sword swelled in the wind, and instantly rose to a three-foot green edge. He raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and said: "Good and evil do not coexist, and fighting will happen."
Why are you fighting and talking so much nonsense?"
"Whoosh."
Qingfeng Sword didn't pay any attention to Yang Nichang, the little guy, but the sword's light shone brightly. Yang Nichang's soul at the peak of his ghost flickered uncertainly, with signs of collapse at any time.
"Apprentice, you go search for the loot and come and entangle him as a master."
The skeleton evil cultivator stretched out his right hand as skinny as firewood, pushed Yang Nichang away five feet away, opened his mouth and spat out a blood-red long knife, facing the three-foot-long green blade that was shot by lightning.
Without the reminder of the evil skeleton cultivator, Yang Nichang was ready to run away. With the help of the evil skeleton cultivator, he jumped into the air and jumped behind the green-robed Taoist priest, intending to collect the "loot" quickly.
The green-robed Taoist priest raised his left hand without haste and muttered something in his mouth, "The Dharma is rectified in the mysterious heart, and the thunder is in the palm."
To deal with yin and evil things, the most powerful and yang thunder method is the real nemesis.
"Apprentice, get out of the way quickly."
The evil skeleton cultivator was shocked, and immediately threw the blood-red skull, which was slightly damaged by the collision with the mighty dragon, towards the palm thunder. Unfortunately, it was a step too late, and a white thunderbolt accurately hit Yang Nichang's vest.
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In an instant, Yang Nichang's soul body flashed with lightning and began to slowly disintegrate. Yang Nichang turned pale with fright, and shouted in pain: "Master, save me."
The evil skeleton cultivator couldn't take care of himself at all, so he could only abandon Yang Nishang cruelly. The three-foot green blade collided with the blood-red sword in the air. The blood-red sword shattered with one blow, and the three-foot green blade shot towards the skeleton evil cultivator again.
In desperation, the evil skeleton cultivator quickly recalled the blood-red skull, opened his mouth as black as ink, and planned to swallow this low-grade spiritual weapon.
A low-grade spiritual weapon and a low-grade evil weapon are at loggerheads.
The green-robed Taoist priest sneered, stepped on the Seven-Star Confusion Step, quickly made hand gestures through flowers and willows, and chanted loudly in his mouth. This was a sign of amplified moves.
How could the Evil Skeleton Cultivator not guess what the green-robed Taoist was thinking? He opened his mouth in an instant and breathed in the cloud of resentment formed by the condensed resentment in the sky.
Xiu was sucked into his stomach, and in an instant, the skeleton monk's originally shriveled body quickly expanded to a size of three feet. He raised his right hand and violently slapped the green-robed Taoist, intending to beat the green-robed Taoist into a ball of flesh.
"The sky and the earth are infinite, the universe borrows the magic, and the devil is subdued." At the critical moment, the green-robed Taoist made a lotus seal with his hands, and with the magic power all over his body, he shouted, "Putting down evil spirits."
On the top of the head of the huge three-foot-long skeleton, a two-foot-long golden lotus appeared, bursting out with colorful lights, suppressing the thunderous force from all directions, and suddenly falling.
"Jie Jie." The three-foot-long skeleton held a bright golden lotus in its left hand, and continued to press down with its right hand. A gloomy and hoarse voice sounded, "The sky is like the earth, and I can carry Huashan Mountain with all my strength."
The three-foot-long skeleton held up the falling brilliant golden lotus with its left hand, and plumes of green smoke came out, and its big feet slowly sank into the ground. The green-robed Taoist rolled around in an extremely embarrassed manner, avoiding the slap of the skeleton's big hand.
The ground sank more than five feet deep, showing a huge palm print. The three-foot-long skeleton continued to violently attack the green-robed Taoist priest, who dodged dangerously.
"Click."
The left hand of Sanzhang Skeleton was fractured, broken by the brilliant golden lotus, and hit on the head. On the other side, the blood-red skull, a low-grade evil weapon, had been damaged before, and was suddenly defeated by the low-grade spiritual energy Sanchi Qingfeng, and was shot to the ground by Sanzhang Qingfeng.
, temporarily lost contact with the Sanzhang Skeleton.
The blood-red skull was an evil weapon trained by the evil cultivator of the skeleton, and it instantly backfired, causing more injuries. The three-foot-long skeleton staggered, and could no longer hold back the falling golden lotus.
The huge green eyes of the three-foot skeleton lit up with crazy scarlet light. The three-foot skeleton pulled out its big feet that were sunk into the ground, took a big step towards the green-robed Taoist priest, and shouted: "Stinky Taoist priest!
Let's go to hell together.
The three-foot skeleton self-destructed.
"Holy shit."
The green-robed Taoist swore, and without hesitation, he affixed an emergency talisman to his legs, picked up Qin Chaoyang who was lying on the ground, and ran away.
With a loud "Boom.", the entire Baima City was shaking, like a small nuclear reactor exploding. The three-foot-long skeleton first concentrated violently, then suddenly expanded, swallowing up everything around it silently, and was wiped out.
The surrounding houses were violently shaken and collapsed one after another.
The streets paved with bluestones cracked open one after another, and the white-robed scholars lying on the ground in Piaoxiang Academy were bounced up one after another, fell heavily, and were swallowed by the smoke and dust of the explosion.
The Taoist priest was knocked down by the blast of air, his back was covered in blood, and he suffered serious internal injuries. He gritted his teeth and took out two milky white pills from his storage bag, and stuffed one into Qin Chaoyang's mouth.
He threw one into the air and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.
In the underground secret room.
Fatty Huang couldn't stand upright and fell to the ground. He felt that the whole Baima City was shaking. A large amount of dust shook off the underground secret room that was unknown how many years ago, causing people around him to cough and sneeze.
After a long time, the vibration slowly subsided, and there was no more sound.
"You, go out and take a look."
Fatty Huang narrowed his eyes and pointed at one of the private soldier leaders, who was tall, round, and muscular. The man hesitated and did not move.
"Go if you are told to go, why bother bothering!" Fatty Huang put his foot on the butt of the private soldier leader, and the man staggered forward a few steps, holding a torch, and climbed up the stone stairs tremblingly step by step.
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"Walk faster." Fatty Huang felt that it was not safe, so he pulled the tall and thin butler and walked in front of him. He made a double insurance and said to the thin butler: "Follow me."
Only then did Fatty Huang step on the stone stairs as carefully as if he were covered with thin ice, and climbed up.
After walking for about a quarter of the time it took to burn incense, the tall and round leader of the private soldiers paused, turned around and said, "Master, the door to the secret room cannot be opened."
"Can't open it?" Fatty Huang repeated doubtfully and said, "Let me do it."
Fatty Huang turned aside the thin butler, stepped forward, and twisted the jade stone. The door to the secret room still showed no response. Fatty Huang pondered for a moment and said, "Blast it open."
"Bang." The leader of the private soldiers, who was tall and round and wearing full armor, took a step back slightly, lowered his waist, rushed forward, and opened the door of the secret room with his shoulder.
Fortunately, this was a wooden secret door to the study, not a stone door, otherwise the private soldier leader could only look at the door and sigh.
Light came in from the study room. Fatty Huang closed his eyes for half a cup of tea, then opened his eyes and walked towards the secret room. The private soldier leader and the thin butler looked at the mess and were in a daze.
Not surprisingly, the Huang Mansion also collapsed.
"What a natural disaster, my antiques, my calligraphy and painting, my money, my money, my money." Fatty Huang was furious, crying bitterly, and yelled: "What are you still hiding in there, a natural disaster?"
The disaster has passed, why don't you hurry up and collect useful items."
Immediately, Fatty Huang took a step forward, kicked the private soldier leader and the thin butler on the buttocks, and shouted: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you take action immediately?"
"Yes, yes, yes." The private soldier leader and the thin butler woke up from a dream, and quickly dispatched the private soldiers, servants, and slaves to take action.
Fatty Huang walked out of the dilapidated study room and looked around. Then his eyes suddenly widened and his mouth opened wide, looking dumbfounded.
What did he see?
He saw a circular sinkhole ten feet in diameter appearing in the east direction of the city, emitting curls of green smoke.