"Junior Brother Ding Qiufeng has encountered an accident!" Sect Master Han Dongyan said to everyone in a cold voice.
"Senior Brother Ding is dead!" Standing next to Master Han Dongyan were other True Yuan Stage monks. Seeing this scene, their expressions were extremely ugly.
"You guys stay here first, I'll come back as soon as I can." Han Dongyan said to the disciples beside him.
"Senior Brother, you should stay here and let us go!"
Han Dongyan said to everyone: "If the opponent can kill Junior Brother Ding Qiufeng, his cultivation level must be high, at least in the middle stage of Zhenyuan cultivation level, and he must have a good spiritual weapon in his hand. If he is not destroyed, it may ruin our major event.
If Master Niu finds out, he will definitely be furious! Brother Liu, I will leave this sect’s soul-seeking pearl with you first, and I’ll come back as soon as I can!”
After Han Dongyan finished speaking, he left in the wind.
In a short time, Han Dongyan came to the place where Ding Qiufeng and Nangong Dai fought. He looked at the corpse on the ground, with a look of horror on his face. Could it be that the real-life Jin Leizhu was an elder from some sect?
After carefully inspecting the traces of the battle, Han Dongyan sneered and said to himself: "It turns out that it is just a golden thunder bead that seals spiritual power refined by the real ancestor. No matter who you are or how capable you are.
You're a sect member, you're dead!" As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a talisman from his arms and threw it into the sky. The talisman spontaneously ignited without any wind.
In the light of the fire, the talisman turned into a little bird with golden eyes and red feathers. The little bird landed on the ground and sniffed the body, then spread its wings and flew away in the southeast direction, with Han Dongyan following behind.
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At this time, Yuwen Zhouyuan held a talisman in each hand and looked at the monster in front of him warily.
Although there were many ghosts guarding the elixir, their magical powers were not necessarily outstanding. Under the bombardment of Yuwen Zhouyuan's many treasures, they were retreating steadily. Yuwen Zhouyuan was overjoyed and was about to go all out to kill these guys and collect the elixir.
Get out of this dangerous place quickly.
However, at this moment, a change occurred, the evil wind rose, and the ghosts of the remaining monks actually merged with the souls of the monsters and turned into the monsters in front of them.
This ghost is about two feet tall, with eyes like copper bells and a head as big as a bucket. Its whole body is covered with blood mist, and a sinister spirit comes out.
Although they haven't fought yet, Yuwen Zhouyuan knew from the momentum that this ghost was something serious and had many dreams during the night, so he immediately sacrificed the Spirit-Breaking Sword.
At the same time, he raised his right hand and the spirit-absorbing thorn was also ready to attack.
Then Yuwen Zhouyuan used extremely fast movements to play a "ghost-suppressing" talisman again, but this time, the mana on it was completely absorbed by the soul-absorbing thorn.
Suddenly, the soul-absorbing thorn turned into a cold, shining golden color.
"Go!" With a loud shout, Yuwen Zhouyuan first let the ghost-suppressing soul-sucking thorn attack.
The ghost howled, and the blood-red mist wrapped around his body immediately rolled up, forming a blood-red ghost-head shield that blocked the soul-sucking thorns.
Yuwen Zhouyuan raised his brows and released the spirit-breaking sword hanging above his head without hesitation. The power of the top-grade spiritual weapon was extraordinary, and he didn't believe that this ghost could easily block it.
The evil ghost was obviously very knowledgeable. He opened his mouth and spit out a magic weapon that looked like an iron fork that was as black as ink.
"Ghost weapon!" Unexpectedly, this guy's cultivation level was so advanced, and a wisp of gloom flashed across Yuwen Zhouyuan's face.
Ghost weapons, as the name suggests, are magical weapons condensed by the mysterious yin energy in the body after hundreds of years of practice by fierce ghosts. They have the same magical powers as cultivators' spiritual weapons.
The flying sword and the ghost weapon fought together, flying up and down, and it was difficult to tell the difference for a while.
Before Yu Wen Zhouyuan could make the next move, the evil ghost had already used its magic power again. He actually bit off one of his own hands. This action made Yu Wen Zhouyuan stunned. He didn't believe that the other party would be so stupid.
Self-mutilation suddenly made me more vigilant.
The bitten ghost hand fell to the ground, and Li Gui sprayed a mouthful of blood mist at it. Suddenly the ghost hand glowed red. A moment later, the black mist thickened, and in the mist, a zombie covered with green hair appeared.
"Corpse Transformation Technique!" Yuwen Zhouyuan once accidentally saw the introduction of this weird spell from the diary of the Killer Demon Lord. Cultivators cannot cast it. Only ghosts who have cultivated to the level of ghosts can cast it.
Use your own flesh and blood to turn into a zombie. The higher the magic power of the ghost, the more powerful the zombie it turns into.
The zombie in front of me now is covered in green hair and must be a hundred years old.
Legend has it that zombies are physically stronger than steel and are extremely powerful, making them the most difficult opponents to fight against.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took out a talisman from his arms, and after driving it with spiritual power, a fire dragon took shape and pounced on the ghost opposite...
The zombie raised its sharp claws, and the green light flashed on it, and it actually scattered the fire dragon. Seeing this, Yuwen Zhouyuan reached into his storage bag and took out the black soul bead.
As soon as the soul bead came out, the Yin Qi nearby became stronger and stronger. Fighting poison with poison, Yuwen Zhouyuan decided to use the soul bead to restrain the ghost in front of him.
With the injection of real power, black mist surged out from the soul bead, mixed with the soul refined by the Demon Lord Slayer.
Those souls have been around for nearly a thousand years now. Although they have been sealed by the soul beads for a thousand years, their hostility has not diminished but has increased, and their sinister aura is no less than that of the evil ghosts opposite them.
"Come together!" Yuwen Zhouyuan muttered something in his mouth, and pointed the soul pearl forward. Suddenly, the ghosts were entangled together, transformed into a silver-white skull, and crashed towards the zombie.
The skull was more than two feet high. It opened its bloody mouth and sprayed out two sharp beams of light. The zombie roared and pulled up a giant tree next to it that required several people to hug it, and smashed it towards the skull.
It's past.
Suddenly, thick fog rolled in, screams continued, and the two ghosts were entangled with each other, making it difficult to separate and kill them.
Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his head and waved the soul bead in his hand again, calling out the remaining ghosts inside.
With disheveled hair and hook-like fingers, the images of these ghosts summoned by Yuwen Zhouyuan are also very terrifying, and their resentment is even more intense. However, from a moral point of view, they are not inferior at all to the ghosts formed by the souls of monks and monsters.
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"Go!" Although these ghosts were ferocious, they were controlled by the soul beads. After listening to Yuwen Zhouyuan's order, they did not dare to neglect, screamed again and again, and rushed towards the fierce ghost.
A flash of anger flashed in Li Gui's eyes, he opened his mouth, spit out a stream of blood, and immediately started a fierce fight with the ghost at the front.
On the other side, the skull was also fighting the zombies evenly. After taking a look at the battle situation, Yuwen Zhouyuan sacrificed the soul-absorbing thorn in his hand again.
The fierce ghost formed by the souls of monks and monster beasts had advanced spiritual skills and had intelligence no less than that of humans. Seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan's actions at this moment, he also guessed that the other party must be preparing some powerful killing move.
Anger flashed across his face, and he roared and wanted to pounce, but he was tightly entangled by the ghosts. Although these souls were somewhat different from him in cultivation, they were not afraid of death, which gave the ghost a headache for a while.
The Li Gui was furious, soared into the air, and his whole body transformed into a black cloud, which sprinkled down from the sky, covering all the ghosts that attacked him.
Although the ghosts were covered by him, he bought enough time for Yuwen Zhouyuan. Yuwen Zhouyuan roared and threw up the absorbing thorn in his hand.
At the same time, Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand kept making spells, and the soul-absorbing thorn kept changing in the air until it was as big as seven or eight feet.
"Divide!" Yuwen Zhouyuan played another magic formula, and the two soul-absorbing thorns suddenly transformed from two to four, and four to eight. In the end, thirty-two identical small soul-absorbing thorns were separated.
The fierce ghost obviously felt that something was wrong. It hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned around and pounced on the two spiritual grasses on the ground.
"You want to destroy this good guy even if you can't get it! You really don't know how to live or die!" Yuwen Zhouyuan snorted. He was not surprised by its behavior. This guy was originally made up of countless cultivators who failed to compete for the elixir.
It is made up of the souls of monsters and beasts, and has an incomparable obsession with spiritual herbs.
Naturally, Yuwen Zhouyuan would not let it succeed. How could he let the elixir of heaven and earth he finally found be destroyed in front of his eyes.
After Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned slightly, he stretched out his finger to tap the spiritual thorn, and shouted: "Jiu!"
Immediately, the thirty-two small soul-sucking thorns that separated out shone brightly at the same time, roaring towards the ghost.
Almost in the blink of an eye, he caught up with him, and the fierce ghost had to stop and focus on defense.
There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of Yuwen Zhouyuan's mouth.
He stretched out his hand, clasped it into a ball, made a strange seal, transferred his true power to his fingers, and then clicked on the spiritual absorbing thorn.
A ball of flame burned with the soul-absorbing thorn as the center. There were thirty-two small soul-absorbing thorns in total, so there were thirty-two flames.
However, unlike ordinary red flames, this flame was as black as ink. Even after it appeared, the surrounding temperature did not increase.
However, the fierce ghost showed a look of fear on his face.
"Innate Yin Fire!"
Originally, only a monk in the True Yuan stage could perform this, but Yuwen Zhouyuan relied on the spiritual weapon in his hand and his pure cultivation to make it appear before his eyes.
Although Yuwen Zhouyuan is still in the Zhenqi stage, he is at the eleventh level of the Zhenqi stage that no one else has ever mastered. In terms of the purity of his real power, he definitely ranks first in the Zhenqi stage, and his strength is even equal to that of Zhenqi.
Compared with the early monks, they were almost the same.
Coupled with the help of a relatively special spiritual weapon called the Soul Absorbing Thorn, Yuwen Zhouyuan successfully used the innate Yin Fire.
The innate true fire is easy to appear, but the innate yin fire in the innate true fire can only be developed by those who have practiced the ultimate yin art. It seems that this is the credit of his practicing the ultimate yin art.
Seeing Li Gui's frightened expression, Yuwen Zhouyuan took a breath and used his spiritual control technique to control the spirit-absorbing thorn and its clones to trap the ghost in place.
Naturally, Li Gui did not want to sit back and wait for death. He opened his bloody mouth and spurted out several mouthfuls of blood. The blood mixed with the ghost mist, forming a black-red shield.
"Go!" Yuwen Zhouyuan did not want to linger here for fear of a long night and many dreams. When his mind moved, the innate Yin Fire, as black as ink, flew towards the ghost.