"Master Jian, there is a ghost in sackcloth coming."
At the station of Qibingtai, two disciples of Qibingtai found Wang Fu with frightened faces.
"Senior Brother Dao, go and deal with it, let us stand by where we are."
When Wang Fu heard about the Maigui, he couldn't help but be surprised. Why did he encounter it again?
Maigui ghosts are not simple. Last time, so many people from Zhenxian Mansion slaughtered each other with ease, which shows how big the gap is.
He opened his Dharma Eyes, and the fire of a heart lamp sank into the hole, and his sight suddenly stretched far away, reaching ten miles, twenty miles...
Stretching until a hundred miles away, you can see the smoke and dust billowing, and the silhouette of Dao Gaishi is looming.
This ghost in linen clothes is as fast as lightning, and its afterimage is almost transparent.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The Maid Ghost was bare-handed, but the ghost's claws were sharp, and when they collided with the sword, sparks flew everywhere.
Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face, his mouth suddenly split open, and a bright red tongue shot out like a sharp arrow. The tongue seemed to be made up of ghostly words connected with each other as big as beans. Looking from a distance, the child's hole felt painful.
Dao Gaishi encountered a fatal crisis in an instant. The two were already close to each other, but they moved around within twenty steps. After the ghost tongue shot out, it reached the pit of his heart in the blink of an eye, and was about to pierce through the flesh and sternum.
"Three thousand bells ring!"
Dao Gaishi's heartbeat quickened, and bells rang all around him, like drums at dusk and bells at dawn, waking up the quiet temple in the forest.
The ghost tongue intertwined with ghost words pierces the heart, collapses inch by inch, and its power is wiped out.
Brush, white light flashes!
Dao Gaishi slashed with his backhand, from bottom to top, cutting the sackcloth ghost in half. In the smoke, he retreated a hundred meters away.
"good!"
The Qi Bing Tai disciples who were watching the battle all around cheered when they saw this, Dao Gaishi's move was so beautiful.
Wang Fu heard the ringing of bells in his ears, thinking that the other party's core method must be related to this.
Dao Gaishi defeated the Maigui, took out a pill from his arms, which seemed to be the Twenty-Three Aperture Pills given by Wang Fu, and threw it into his mouth.
"The Sound Pill is wonderful and fits my bell-ringing technique. Thanks to Master Jian's addition of the pill, I have a great chance of winning."
The Mai ghost across from him was from the Duhou clan. He almost pierced his body with his trembling tongue just now, but luckily, he shattered it with the sound of a bell.
"Whoosh!"
Wang Fu observed his life fire and saw a flash of fire, indicating danger.
Although Mai Gui is powerful, he is blocked by Dao Gaishi a hundred miles away, so...
"There's a ghost attack."
brush.
Black smoke filled the surrounding area, hiding the fleeting ghost figures. In the blink of an eye, five or six disciples were involved in it, and shouts of death were heard everywhere.
"Oops, this is Mai's trial."
I thought that if only a sackcloth ghost came to attack, Dao Gaishi would be able to stop it.
But it wasn't until a ghost attacked that everyone discovered that besides the sackcloth ghost, there were other powerful ghosts.
In the Shifang Ghost Tribe, there is a ceremony called the 'Mai Trial', in which selected elites are sent to take the initiative to enter the cultivator's station, and accumulate merit according to the number of kills. Only those who are ranked among the best can become a Maid ghost.
Although the attacking ghost is not a serious sack ghost, it can be selected as a candidate, and it is not an ordinary elite either.
"Ah!"
In the black mist, seven or eight arms stretched out, their palms were indigo, and they grabbed the sword that was struck by them. Their palms were unscathed.
"It's the King Kong clan."
In the Theravada Ghost Tribe, the tribes derived from the hands of Heavenly Ghosts are the left-hand Shanshi and the right-hand Vajra.
The two tribes each go to extremes and are good at manipulating people's hearts, while King Kong is brave and good at fighting, and can cultivate to the level of immortality all over his body.
The attacking ghost is obviously the leader of the Vajra clan. The ghost-hand Vajra is immortal. He caught the attack of the magic weapon with his bare hands.
"brush!"
The black mist rolled like a mad bison, rushing around the station, catching up a person in the blink of an eye, pulling him into it, tearing him into dozens of pieces, and throwing them out.
"let me."
Junior Brother Qiao rushed to the front, he was also the leader among the troops at Qibingtai.
His magic weapon is a spiral spear with a bell hanging on the end, which makes a tinkling sound when it moves.
Whoosh!
A spear pierced a straight white line, blending into the black mist, and five or six ghost hands came forward with petals blooming.
Four ghost hands held the barrel of the gun, and the remaining two held the head of the gun and held it firmly against it.
Junior Brother Qiao originally wanted to go all out and pierce the opponent's body. If the Vajra Ghost Clan's body is broken, it will be easier to kill than ordinary ghosts.
However, the opponent's body is immortal and has been trained to an extremely terrifying level, unable to be stabbed with a spear.
The surrounding Qi Wentai disciples began to move around, Junior Brother Qiao was inside, and they were outside. Their positions were staggered, and they began to attack one after another. Magic soldiers fell one after another, slashing and stabbing at the black mist. However, the Vajra Ghost Clan waved their eight arms to defend.
It must be airtight.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The clash of hands sounded like iron being struck, with fire flying everywhere.
Wang Fu could clearly see that this Vajra ghost was one of the Theravada ghost tribe and practiced a higher level of ghost writing.
His whole body is immortal, and his power comes from ghost writing. Countless ghost writing particles as fine as dust form a body that is indestructible and remains unmoved in the face of the attacks of wind and rain.
"Tongtian Baozhuan."
Wang Fu's magical eyes turned and combined with the Tongtian Baozhuan, he began to analyze the ghost writing system on the opponent's body.
Ghost scripts and runes are quite analogous, not to mention Tongtian Baozhuan, which is a combination of countless literature and theories in the world.
There were fierce battles outside, and the Vajra Ghost Clan began to go all out. The ghost texts kept flickering, and Wang Fu was able to spy on them.
"I see……"
There are quite a few good players in the Qibingtai sect, and Junior Brother Qiao is one of them. He and other companions joined forces to firmly block the Vajra Ghost Clan. Although companions were killed from time to time, the casualties were always controlled and no damage was caused to the general population.
The scale collapsed.
However, if there is no turning point, as the Vajra Ghost Clan becomes more and more courageous as they fight, failure is inevitable.
"Your knife is pretty good, let me see it."
Wang Fu said to a certain disciple who was guarding him. The other person was confused, but he still took off the magic weapon and handed it to Wang Fu.
"Good knife.
Wang Fu caressed the magic sword gently, and it was obvious that ordinary members of the sect had magic swords that were at the level of top-grade magic weapons, which showed that Yunzhong Taoist Palace had a profound foundation.
It should be noted that there are tens of thousands of disciples in the Yunzhong Taoist Palace, and each person is equipped with one hundred thousand or even one million high-grade magic weapons.
"Well!"
The magic power penetrates into it, and there is no surprise inside. It is the Great and Five Forbidden System of the Three Purities.
In view of the ghost power system of the Vajra Ghost Clan, Wang Fu optimized the magic sword with Tongtian Baozhuan and quickly adjusted the structure.
The stream of light entered the water and instantly covered the sword. The runes were scattered and rearranged, and a complex pattern appeared on the back of the sword.
"Po Feng."
Wang Fu mentioned the brand-new magic sword and said, "Send this to that Junior Brother Qiao to help him."
The two guarding disciples have long been stunned. Master Jian is not a master of alchemy. How can he still know how to refine weapons?
The situation was critical. One person guarded Wang Fu, while the other held a magic sword and flew into the battlefield with the wind under his feet.