Ziyuan saw this terrifying demon king roaring and rushing towards her. She didn't panic or panic. She stepped lightly and her body was as graceful as a startled dragon. She circled around the ghost of the sixth-day demon king and walked around quickly.
, the purple ribbon in his hand was like silk, penetrating into the gaps in the demon king's armor.≥
As soon as Ziyuan's magical ribbon penetrated into the demon king's armor, countless yin energy immediately rushed towards Ziyuan along the ribbon, like a black poisonous snake crawling along the vines, which made people's hair stand on end at a glance.
Ziyuan saw that this black energy was spreading extremely fast, almost twice as fast as Shenxiu. She was secretly shocked, and immediately shouted loudly, her body full of true energy surging, and the purple ribbon in her hand was like the torrent of the angry river.
He rushed towards the opponent with ferocious force, and in the blink of an eye, he tied up the demon king tightly.
Ziyuan then flicked her wrist and shouted: "Broken!"
With a bang, the demon king's armor was immediately torn apart by Ziyuan's purple ribbon.
After the armor was dismantled, everyone saw that there was no one inside, only a ball of black mist that kept surging. In this black breath, there were countless ferocious ghosts howling and neighing.
This black mist kept twisting and howling, as if angrily chanting the curse of hell at Ziyuan.
Although Zhou Qin was not afraid of anything, she still felt cold all over when she saw the scene in front of her. She even felt that if she were on the field, let alone take action, she would feel trembling all over if she took one more look. Half of her strength
Can't even use it!
Zhou Qin couldn't help but whispered: "Why is this Oda Nobunaga so scary?"
Li Yundong said: "Oda Nobunaga is a famous daimyo in Japan. He fought in battles throughout his life. He once led troops to encircle and suppress Mount Hiei, the sacred mountain in Japan. Therefore, his notoriety shocked the entire Japanese spiritual world. After his death, his tombstone was erected in Satakano, Buddhism
The cultivators thought that his soul was too evil, so they added countless sealing talismans to suppress and curse him. Therefore, for hundreds of years, Oda Nobunaga's soul has become like this, full of resentment and all kinds of vicious evil.
Curse. Anyone who fights with him will be cursed by him first, and his combat power will be greatly reduced."
Zhou Qin had a look of fear on her face, and she said anxiously: "Fortunately, Ziyuan has already dealt with him."
Li Yundong frowned slightly and shook his head: "No, these evil spirits have gathered power in Ligaoye for hundreds of years. They cannot be eliminated by magic weapons and spells. It can even be said that they are immortal!"
While he was talking, he saw Tachibana Zhizi wave the flag in his hand, and the armor on the ground that had been dismantled by Zion's magic weapon actually closed up again by itself, turning into a terrifying armored warrior again, staring at Ziyuan ferociously.
Zhou Qin was shocked and couldn't help but said: "This devil is alive again! What should we do?"
Shion also frowned slightly, and the purple ribbon in her hand slipped back into her sleeve. She stared closely at Oda Nobunaga's wronged soul, her brows furrowed, as if she was thinking about how to deal with it.
While she was thinking about it, she saw Ju Zhizi waving the flag flag again and chanting a spell. Soon, the flag flag in her hand was filled with black mist, and another black-helmeted warrior appeared in front of her. This black-helmeted warrior was wearing heavy armor.
A, wearing a pointed helmet, holding a Kiku-ichimonji katana, with a long military flag stuck behind his back, with four majestic Chinese characters written on the flag: Feng Lin Shan!
As soon as everyone saw this black-helmeted warrior appear, they felt a terrible sense of oppression, which was in sharp contrast to the extremely sinister Oda Nobunaga.
Two blazing fireballs danced in the black armor of this black-helmeted warrior, as if he was a fighting spirit eager to return to the battlefield. As soon as he appeared, he let out a terrifying roar, and his boiling fighting spirit pierced everyone present.
A cultivator’s hair almost stands on end!
Although Zhou Qin didn't know much about the history of Japan, when she saw the military flag behind the black-helmeted warrior, she was suddenly startled and whispered: "Is this Takeda Shingen?"
Li Yundong nodded and said: "Yes, it is Takeda Shingen, the Tiger of Kai!"
Zhou Qin said worriedly: "I can't solve one of them, and now there are two more. What should I do?"
Li Yundong said solemnly: "If you want to fight hard, there are two ways. One is to use more powerful divine power to break the power of the opponent's resentful spirit. The other way is to use your own true energy to consume the opponent! The opponent summons the resentful spirit.
It also requires consuming mana, as long as you use up the opponent’s mana, you can win!”
The two of them were talking quietly, and Oda Nobunaga and Takeda Shingen, two famous generals in the history of Japan's Warring States Period, roared at the same time and rushed towards Shion.
Oda Nobunaga rushed all the way, and wherever he passed, black mist filled the air, seeming to swallow up the space behind him. Anyone who came close to him or touched him would be dragged into the abyss of hell by him.
Takeda Shingen, on the other hand, was surrounded by blazing flames. Although he was alone, everyone felt that when he charged, the military flags behind him were blazing, the words "Feng Lin Shan" were like four leaping fires, and he seemed to be followed by thousands of troops.
The horse, like a cavalry charge, rushed towards them with a terrifying murderous aura and coercion!
Ziyuan was slightly startled. The purple ribbon in her hand flew out in the blink of an eye, weaving a large purple net in front of her eyes. The two resentful spirits crashed into the net, and she immediately flipped her wrists and controlled them.
The magic weapon quickly entangled the two resentful spirits together.
Oda Nobunaga and Takeda Shingen were tied together at once, struggling and roaring crazily. The ribbon magic weapon in Shion's hand kept hissing, and the golden thread on it also bloomed with dazzling golden light.
Ziyuan felt as if two wild beasts were trapped in her net. She was struggling with great strength. If she was not careful, the net would be broken and the fish would die!
She did not dare to keep these two resentful spirits any longer, so she gave a rare sharp shout, shook her hands, and the purple ribbon in her hand was like a sharp blade, instantly cutting the two resentful spirits into countless pieces.
Everyone saw Ziyon repelling Tachibana's attack twice in a row, and they cheered loudly, especially the young male cultivators, who looked at Ziyuan enthusiastically, full of admiration.
Zou Ping, who had always been at odds with Ziyuan, couldn't help but frown. She whispered: "Master, what magic weapon is this in Ziyuan's hand? I have never seen her use it before, so why is it so powerful?"
Zhang Ling smiled and said: "Wang Yuanshan once picked two pieces of Nine Heavens Xianxia in Xinjiang Tianchi, and one piece was made into a smaller square handkerchief. It is the portable magic weapon used by Ruan Hongling, called Xianxia Red Silk Handkerchief.
The other longer piece is what Ziyuan is using now, and is called Jiutian Ziyuan Silk. These two magical artifacts were originally fairy clouds, and clouds are tangible and traceable but invisible things in the world. They can be like the Yang God.
Generally, it can change into any shape according to the intention of the caster. Therefore, this kind of magical weapon can advance and attack, retreat and defend. When attacking, it is like a raging wave, invincible, and when it is guarding, it is like an iron chain across the river, impregnable!"
Zou Ping frowned and said, "I've never seen Ziyuan use it before."
Zhang Ling hummed with a smile: "Ziyuan has matured precociously since she was a child. She is very talented and has extraordinary talents. She is a rare all-rounder in cultivation. Wang Yuanshan himself is even more arrogant. He is a great genius who only happens once in a century. He chose Ziyuan as the successor of the Linggong Sect.
People don't have their reasons. The reason why she doesn't use it is to guard against us, so that she can surprise us at the head succession ceremony! Hey, I didn't expect that this orange childish miko would be forced to use her trick now.
Got it!"
Zou Ping whispered: "It's best if Ziyuan loses, huh, look at how arrogant this bitch can be!"
When Zhang Ling heard this, she was immediately furious. Her eyebrows stood up and she yelled at Zou Ping in a low voice: "Asshole! Do you think this is a fight between various sects in the spiritual world? Now this has evolved into a battle between our Chinese spiritual world and Japanese spiritual practice.
This is a battle of superiority and inferiority in the world, this is a national war! If she loses, it will be a small matter, but it will bring shame on our entire Chinese spiritual world! Besides, Ziyuan is not good at all, but she is still a member of our Zhengyi sect in theory.
At this time of national war, state affairs should be the most important thing, and sects should be the most important thing under state affairs, followed by personal grievances! I didn’t expect that you would actually say such a thing! The books you usually read are all in the dog’s belly.
Is it done!”
Zou Ping was immediately scolded and blushed. She didn't dare to refute, she looked at Ziyuan hatefully, lowered her head and stopped talking.
At this time, everyone was looking at the field with concern, and no one noticed the conversation between Zou Ping and Zhang Ling next to them.
After Ju Zhizi saw Ziyuan defeating the joint attacks of her two war souls and undead, her face showed a hint of surprise and said: "Yes, he is worthy of being the number one person in the Chinese cultivation world, twice!"
As she spoke, she recited a spell, and the two armored warriors who had been crushed by Ziyuan gathered together again, and then another undead war soul appeared next to them.
Everyone saw that this man was different from the two previous war spirits. He was not wearing armor, but was wearing white ronin clothes, but his clothes were broken and stained with blood. He was covered with spears and swords, like a hedgehog, standing in front of him
There are seven swords of different lengths stuck in it, each sword has gaps, as if it has experienced countless fights, exuding a fierce and heroic atmosphere!
As soon as Zhou Qin saw the undead appear, her heart felt as if it was pinched by a pair of invisible hands. It almost stopped beating. A murderous aura that was so sharp that it was almost as real forced her to subconsciously want to escape.
!
Zhou Qin couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "What kind of monster is this?"
Li Yundong frowned and said: "This is General Ashikaga Yoshiki, the swordsman with the highest swordsmanship among all the generals in Japan. Legend has it that before he died, he fought with the rebels and resisted the rebel attacks with one person for three days.
For several hours, he cut off seven swords and finally died of exhaustion!"
While he was speaking, he saw the long sword in front of the undead buzzing, and he jumped up, floating in mid-air with a sharp blade pointing directly at Ziyuan, ready with murderous intent!
Zhou Qin couldn't help but take a breath of air and said, "There is one more person, what should we do? Can Ziyuan use up enough energy to defeat her opponent?"
Li Yundong's face was solemn. He shook his head slightly and said: "The magic power of this Orange Child comes from the power of the flag itself. Anyone with the blood of the Orange family can use it. And the power of this magic weapon comes from
The power of obsession formed by the generals and eminent monks who have been buried here for hundreds of years in Mount Koya is so extraordinary that if you want to exhaust it, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky!"
Zhou Qin asked worriedly: "Master, what should I do if I can't fight hard?"
Li Yundong said without hesitation: "Simple, go straight forward, capture the thief first! Capture the king first! Even if he has thousands of war souls and undead like an army, I don't care, I just rush in front of the opponent and take the life of the spell caster."
!”
When Li Yundong said this, Ziyuan on the field seemed to have a telepathic connection. She suddenly moved, and before Ju Zhizi could take the initiative to attack, she rushed towards Ju Zhizi like lightning.
As soon as she moved, the three undead war spirits roared and rushed towards Ziyuan.
Everyone saw that Ziyuan's figure was like a swimming dragon or a flying phoenix. Although the battle between the three dead souls was fierce and murderous, the place they passed was like a miserable hell, and the air was full of pungent smell of blood. But Ziyuan seemed like a
The fairy who rushes into the battlefield of hell has no trace of blood on her feet, and no trace of murderous intent on her flowing clothes.
Under the joint attack of these three undead, Ziyuan's steps were ethereal, and her figure was like an afterimage. Everyone saw that the long knife of the undead was about to hit Ziyuan, but Ziyuan could always turn around and bend in an incredible way, which was both thrilling and exciting.
The wonderful dodge made everyone's hearts beat wildly and their blood was boiling!
Ziyuan's figure was entangled with the three undead for a while, and the Nine Heavens Ziyuan silk in her hand had completed its layout unknowingly, tying the three undead together.
Zi Yuan shouted loudly: "Break it again!"
There were several clanking sounds like sharp blades cutting steel, and the three undead were instantly chopped into pieces by Ziyuan.
But at this time, Ziyuan did not stop, her feet flew forward, her figure was like an arrow, and she rushed towards Ju Zhizi. She turned her hand and grabbed Ju Zhizi in front of her face.
Everyone saw that Ziyuan's move to capture the thief before the king was about to succeed. They couldn't help but cheer loudly with excitement. But when their voices reached their throats, they suddenly saw Ziyuan's hand suddenly on Ju Zhizi.
He stopped two inches in front of him.
The supple black hair behind Tachibana suddenly shot up like an upside-down waterfall. A miko wearing white clothes and a red dress appeared out of thin air in front of her. This miko was about two meters tall, with extremely beautiful appearance and eyes.
A white light condensed like a knife came out of it, her face was indifferent, and her whole body exuded an awe-inspiring and inviolable air of pressure.
The witch looked down at Ziyuan with a condescending look, and shouted in a voice that shook all directions: "How dare a little mortal dare to offend my Orange Spirit? You are seeking death!!"
After saying that, she flipped her wrist and patted Ziyuan's Tianling Cap.
At this time, Ziyuan's whole body was enveloped by the power emitted by this powerful witch spirit. She only felt that the power of her opponent was like a majestic huge wave, covering her head and face, and rushing towards her with unbearable power.