It was silent, but extremely fast. The evil ghost had nowhere to hide. The innate Yin Fire hit its protective shield. Like ice and snow melting, the color of the protective shield quickly faded. In the blink of an eye, it was on the verge of falling. The evil ghost's
A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but then he became determined, opened his mouth again, and spurted out mouthfuls of blood.
The essence and blood were sprinkled on the shield, and the parts that had been melted by the innate Yin Fire returned to their original state. However, Yu Wen Zhouyuan was not in a hurry, and instead had a stern smile on his lips. At this moment, the two sides had evolved into a contest of consumption and strength.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's innate Yin Fire was exerted through the spiritual weapon, the Spirit Absorbing Thorn, which gave him a slight advantage.
And every time the opponent spits out a mouthful of blood essence, his cultivation level will drop by one point. If the fight continues like this, who will win and who will lose can be known at a glance.
Yuwen Zhouyuan took out a spiritual stone from his storage bag and held it in his hand to replenish his real power. He was already confident of winning, but now with such a layer of insurance, there was no reason to lose.
Time passed minute by minute, and half an hour later, the trapped ghost's mana had been greatly reduced, and his body had also shrunk.
"It's time!" Yuwen Zhouyuan thought to himself, then he raised his hand and used the spirit-absorbing thorns that were spinning in the air to create a spell.
In the white light, thirty-two soul-absorbing thorns began to transform, twisting into a crescent-shaped sharp blade, with cold light shining and murderous intent soaring into the sky!
Li Gui's expression was even more frightened. Yuwen Zhouyuan did not intend to give him more time to think, and uttered the true words: "Jiu!"
The Crescent Blade whizzed away at the evil ghost, and the sharp sound of piercing the air was terrifying.
Li Gui no longer wanted to fight, he stopped spitting blood and essence on the shield, and his body turned around, turned into a black light, and wanted to fly away.
"I want to escape now, it's too late!" The Crescent Moon sharp blade pierced into the body of the evil ghost. There was no blood, but countless Yin Qi emerged from the evil ghost's body and was sucked away by the soul-sucking thorns.
.Then his remaining body twisted and turned into ghosts, trying to escape in panic.
This monster was originally formed from the soul of the fallen monk and the soul of the monster, but now it has just been beaten back to its original form.
Looking at the fleeing ghost, Yuwen Zhouyuan grasped the soul bead again, waved it gently, injected his true power, and threw it into the sky.
After inhaling enough real power, the soul beads that came out of the hand quickly grew in size, from the size of a dragon's eye to the size of a washbasin.
Strands of black energy shot out from the soul beads. As if they were spiritual, the black energy chased the fleeing ghosts, and then rolled up and wrapped them in it.
Yinhun's fear has reached its peak, and he struggles desperately, but to no avail. This soul orb magic weapon is the nemesis of ghosts.
He is capable of dealing with the evil ghosts like just now, but cleaning up these remaining ghosts is a piece of cake.
The souls of the monks and monsters were all entangled in the black thread and rolled back into the soul beads.
Then the soul bead returned to the size of a dragon's eye while spinning, and fell back into Yuwen Zhouyuan's hand. Different from before, the soul bead that had absorbed many souls appeared to be full of soul power, black and shiny, just holding it in his hand.
Yuwen Zhouyuan can feel the powerful energy contained in it.
A flash of joy flashed in Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes. He learned from the diary of the Killer Demon Lord that this soul bead is extremely powerful. The more souls it absorbs, the more powerful it becomes. In the end, it can even compete with magic weapons.
One is longer and the other is shorter.
But every time the soul bead's strength increases, it will absorb a large amount of souls. Yuwen Zhouyuan is not a murderous person. To be honest, he has never wanted to let this soul bead increase its strength.
But now the situation is different. The souls of these monster beasts and monks who once gathered into fierce ghosts are originally their enemies. How can Yuwen Zhouyuan be polite to them? There is no need to show mercy to the enemies. Of course, they will all be sucked into the soul beads.
Although they are the remaining souls, the number is staggering, there are actually hundreds. After absorbing so much nutrients, if the soul beads go back and be sacrificed again, their power will be doubled.
Although this battle was a little more dangerous, it was also very rewarding.
Yuwen Zhouyuan cast his eyes on the zombie beside him. After the soul bead absorbed the ghost, the power of the bloody skeleton transformed by it also increased. The zombie suddenly looked helpless and turned around to escape.
Yuwen Zhouyuan snorted, raised his hand and pointed, and the innate Yin Fire that had not yet been extinguished flew over and wrapped the zombies in it. A scream came. Yuwen Zhouyuan waved the soul bead with his left hand, and the silver skeleton launched an even more violent attack.
In just a few moments, this century-old zombie was beaten to the point of death.
After exploding into a ball of black mist, a bead as black as ink was still suspended in the air.
Yuwen Zhouyuan pondered for a moment, then took out a jade bottle from his arms, uncorked it, and a ray of yellow light flew out from it, and he put the beads in.
Just like demon beasts have demon pills, zombies with advanced Taoism will also form corpse beads in their bodies. Corpse beads are extremely poisonous. Cultivators who practice ghost ways can use them to refine magic weapons. Although Yuwen Zhouyuan cannot
, but the Corpse Bead is also a treasure to him, so he should put it into the storage bag first.
Finally destroying the ghost guarding the elixir, Yuwen Zhouyuan no longer delayed, picked off the Golden Yang Grass and Star Soul Flower, and left here with Yu Feng.
At the same time, at an inconspicuous cliff in Wuyao Ridge, at this moment, there was amazing spiritual energy escaping from it. Several cultivators wearing Snow Mountain Sect costumes were standing solemnly.
here.
From the two mountain peaks embroidered under their clothes, it can be seen that these people are masters of the True Yuan Stage!
"Why hasn't the head brother come back yet?" one of them asked.
"Don't worry, with Senior Brother's cultivation level, no one can escape from his clutches unless he is a real-life master. We don't have to worry." Another person comforted him.
"But the treasure is about to be born. How can it be done without senior brother to preside over it?" A monk in his forties asked worriedly.
The leader of the old man pondered for a moment and said: "In this way, we will first set up a magic circle around to prevent the spiritual energy from leaking out, and order the disciples in the Zhenqi stage to be vigilant around. Don't let the leaky fish accidentally break in and ruin the big thing."
"Okay!" everyone responded.
As the order was passed down, the elite disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect suddenly turned into streaks of escaping light and dispersed in all directions. The remaining masters of the True Yuan Stage looked at each other and went their separate ways.
After picking the elixir, Yuwen Zhouyuan was filled with joy and headed towards Wuyao Ridge without hesitation. At the same time, he released his spiritual thoughts to search for Nangong Dai's whereabouts.
Obviously, the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect must have some conspiracy to attack the monks who entered the Misty Demon Ridge, otherwise they would not be so crazy. Presumably, there must be some treasure in the Misty Demon Ridge, otherwise the Snow Mountain Sect would not do such a thing.
Big deal!
I don’t know how Dai’er is doing now, whether she will be killed in this storm! After Yuwen Zhouyuan thought about it in his heart, he continued to suppress his cultivation to the sixth level of the true energy stage.
After Yuwen Zhouyuan flew for about half an hour, suddenly the spiritual energy around him fluctuated violently without warning. Yuwen Zhouyuan was startled, stopped and saw a blue light.
Then I saw two people flying past from far to near.
What a strong cultivation! Could it be that he is a monk from the Snow Mountain Sect?
Yu Wen Zhouyuan didn't have time to think too much. He touched it in his arms and stabbed it with his heart.
At this moment, Yuwen Zhouyuan had clearly seen his opponent. The person in front was covered with white gauze, but the white gauze had been splashed with several drops of blood. Although his face could not be seen clearly, the familiar movements and aura were not those of Nangong.
How can Dai still be in the position?
Judging from Nangong Dai Yufeng's speed and panicked expression, it was obvious that she was running for her life. Could it be that she had met a cultivator from the Zhenyuan stage? Yuwen Zhouyuan thought to himself.
While Yuwen Zhouyuan was secretly speculating, Nangong Dai, who he met by chance, was also very depressed. He finally used the golden thunder bead magic weapon passed down by his master to kill the shameless master of the early stage of true energy. However, not long after,
Unexpectedly, he was pestered by a late-stage Zhenyuan guy wearing a Taoist robe.
After seeing clearly that the Taoist priest was actually Han Dongyan, the head of the Snow Mountain Sect, Nangong Dai was even more horrified.
Although unlike the Wuguang Sect, the head of the Snow Mountain Sect is not their top master, and his cultivation level is not even among the top three. Han Dongyan is mainly good at sect management, but his cultivation level has also reached the Great Perfection of the late Zhenyuan period, which is definitely not his own
A small earthly Qi stage disciple can contend.
The two of them fought for just one moment, and Nangong Dai was knocked away from the distance. Fortunately, she had fully estimated the strength of her opponent and put up several layers of defense in front of her, so she was not injured.
She barely escaped, but Nangong Dai's slight sense of luck was thrown out of the window. The power of the Dzogchen monks in the late Zhenyuan period was definitely not comparable to hers.
Although Nangong Dai was a woman, she made a decisive decision and immediately threw out all the offensive talismans on her body. For a moment, the light flashed wildly and the sound of thunder shook the sky. While Han Dongyan was distracted, Nangong Dai activated the last life-saving charm.
talisman, she was teleported out again.
Unlike the teleportation array, the movement of the teleportation talisman is random and the distance is limited. Therefore, after completing the teleportation, Nangong Dai did not dare to neglect and immediately escaped against the wind, hoping to escape as far as possible.
"Brother Yuwen! Move quickly, there is a strong enemy!" Nangong Dai shouted after seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Yuwen Zhouyuan asked anxiously: "Dai'er, what happened?"
Nangong Dai was about to speak when suddenly, a white mist appeared silently in the air not far away, and strong spiritual energy fluctuations were generated around it.
Feeling the terrifying pressure brought by the spiritual power, a ray of haze flashed across Yuwen Zhouyuan's face, and his expression became gloomy. He held the heart-opening thorn with his left hand and quietly took out the soul-absorbing thorn with his right hand.
The white mist rotated rapidly, and a figure gradually became clear inside.
The person who came here was about fifty years old, with three long beards, and a Taoist spirit. At first glance, he looked like a Taoist man, but when he looked at his cultivation level again, he couldn't help but secretly complain.
When Yuwen Zhouyuan was searching the soul of the Snow Mountain Sect disciple, he found out that this person turned out to be Han Dongyan, the leader of the Snow Mountain Sect.
From Nangong Dai's state of embarrassment just now, Yuwen Zhouyuan also guessed that she had probably encountered a master above the True Yuan stage, but he never dreamed that the person she provoked was actually the head of the mighty Snow Mountain Sect!
"Bitch! Do you still want to leave?" Han Dongyan glanced at Yuwen Zhouyuan casually and didn't take this little monk with only the sixth level of Qi into his heart at all, so he shouted to Nangong Dai.