This time, without waiting for the evil demon in the sky to question, the mourning cultivator in the city spoke first. He probably felt that it was too much, and his voice was slightly sarcastic: "This is the first time I use this spell. There are some situations that I have never noticed before. Please be patient, fellow Taoist."
Just wait and don’t be offended.”
At the same time as he spoke, Su Jing moved, stood on the top of the tower, and took out his sword.
The Zhangyi Dragon Sword is held in the right hand; the Beiming Divine Sword is held upside down in the left hand; the Tianwu Sword Prison hangs high on the top, slowly rotating; the ninety-nine sword feathers surround the sword prison, drifting for no reason; a golden house beside him is shining brightly,
The Bone Golden Crow on the Zhongdan Furnace stood silently, its eye sockets were hollow and cold.
In front of Su Jing, there was an emerald green sword floating quietly. The swords on Su Jing's body each had their own uses. After returning to Lishan, he asked Elder Gongye for another sword specifically for Tu Wan's 'soul possession'.
Giving this sword to my uncle was not a random choice of Gongyeqi. This sword had some connection with Guangmingding: when the Eighth Patriarch was still in the sect, he killed a thousand-winged mantis that was causing harm to the world, and brought the body back to him.
The sect was refined by Elder Gongye’s master for three hundred years, and he got a good sword named: Dao Mantis.
Tu Wan melted into the sword mantis in front of him. Behind Su Jing, there was a big vermilion dragon coiled up. Su Jingyang's eyes were so wet that he could see through the heavy fog. He was hiding in the dragon to restrain the heavy fog and dragged it away.
It's almost a day, and it may not be possible to drag it on any longer.
The slender woman next to Patriarch Kuisu said in a charming voice: "Or, how about a few of us go down and help a group of Taoist friends?"
Su Jing sat on the high tower and responded with a smile: "Who are you, Your Excellency?" He was not in a hurry, and if he said more words, he would be delayed for a while.
The wasp-waisted woman refused to sign up: "Please, fellow Taoist, please clear the heavy fog and allow us to go down."
Su Jing laughed out loud: "Do you really want to help, fellow Taoist?"
"It's natural." The wasp-waisted woman knew that the mourning cultivator could see her, and she smiled coquettishly: "Fellow Taoist, I have killed so many charming sisters in the Lianxin Palace. I have only seen a hard-hearted concubine in my life. I can't avoid people like you.
, if I didn’t bring a sincerity to help, how could I dare to go to you?"
"Does this female Taoist friend think that as long as he kills me, the fog will be broken? Wu has been practicing for three thousand years, and he has seen more dead people than living people, and heard more lies than human speech." Su Jing said in the tone of the tower
Tightening slightly: "I can come if I want, but I can't guarantee whether I can leave."
After saying that, Su Jing's tone became relaxed again: "You are in a hurry, but I am not in a hurry. The people from Tianzong have arrived, will it be of any benefit to me? Fellow Taoists, please be more patient, there will be another hour."
"No need," Kui Su said. The old demon's face had returned to calm, and he looked down at Zhenye Mountain City from top to bottom: "Just follow what Fellow Taoist Wu said before."
"It's not necessary. You have to follow what I said. Fellow Taoist, you can tell me that I am confused." Su Jing dealt with it in his mouth, and his consciousness turned and swept his sword one by one. The sword made a slight sound and responded to the master.
Patriarch Kuisu's voice came, slow and calm: "I said no, I'm asking you not to rush to close the fog anymore; I said it's according to what you said, and it's what you said about 'beating and dispersing'.
"
Even if the mourner below is telling the truth;
Even if the heavy fog in the city really subsides within an hour;
Even though this scene took countless efforts and Kung Fu's great plan came to nothing;
Even if he goes back to accept the punishment from the 'Tao Master' and suffers extreme pain for a period of time, Kuisu won't wait any longer.
There are no idle people among the elders of the Tianzong, and there are no mediocre people among the masters of evil spirits. The great practitioners of the Eastern Tuhan family are far from comparable to the monsters and savages of the Southern Wilderness in terms of their brains, minds, and decision-making. The old monster felt that
Qi Qi, when it comes to making a decision, make it decisively without any hesitation.
He didn't want to have that plot, but he didn't have to withdraw his troops. At least before leaving, he had to destroy the city, blast the dragon veins, and kill the dirty monk!
Patriarch Kuisu's voice fell, and the man behind him who was as fat as a tripod bowed down, opened his mouth wide, and a stream of Tianhe poured into Zhenye Mountain City.
The water is mighty and surging like a dragon; the water is green in color and full of strange poison! There are faint scales rolling in the water, and the deep roar of 'angtangangtang' cannot be covered up even by the majestic sound of the water. I don't know what else is hidden in the poisonous waterfall.
Fierce fishes and evil dragons. Like an undefended city, just a strong man's "mouth hanging from the sky river" is enough to destroy Zhenye Mountain;
The wasp-waisted woman raised her hand, grabbed seventy-two sandalwood beads and rolled them. The beads moved in the wind, turning into green smoke, and the green smoke burst. Seventy-two gold and bronze arhats transformed into shapes, covered with clouds and haloes, their brilliance was blurred, and each enforced the law.
The weapon swooped into the foggy city! And as the Arhat appeared, Zen chanting surged between heaven and earth like thunder. Who could have thought that such a charming and evil woman was actually practicing the most authentic Buddhist magical powers?
;
There are more than two subordinates behind old monster Kuisu?
The little boy with his head braided, his mouth and eyes crooked and his face deformed, took a breath, pursed his lips and screamed loudly, his voice was visible to the naked eye - a black crack from the side of his mouth tore through the air, rising, skyrocketing, and emasculating like electricity.
It's like black thunder slamming down, the sound of thunder crying, the long-lost evil magic power;
The old man with three long beards under his chin and a hale and hearty face, dressed as a doctor, took out an acupuncture skin bag from his sleeve, yelled "destroy", shook the skin bag open, and the three hundred and eleven silver needles in the bag turned into shining awls, spells
It's not unusual, but the power of the magic weapon is astonishing. It has great power, can break mountains, and other trivial things!
And the man holding the monkey released the monkey, and the monkey turned into a figure of a hundred feet in mid-air, as big as a mountain. The woman on the side rang the gong used by the monkey, and the earth cracked with each sound; the one-legged drunkard smashed out
His own gourd, sucking in the heaven and earth, seemed to pull up the real leaf mountain city from the ground; the black-faced tuberculosis ghost coughed hard, and a mouthful of blood came out, and a small Rakshasa was born in the mouthful of blood.
Everyone around Lao Mo is overhauling!
In addition to the close masters, there were also a large group of evil cultivators from the Nine Gates, Seven Valleys, Three Palaces, and Eighteen Mountains who followed Patriarch Kuisu, and each used their magical powers to attack Zhenye Mountain.
In an instant, millions of spells poured out.
The sky is falling, I’m afraid it’s nothing more than that!
In the big city, on the high tower, Su Jing gave an urgent order! Immediately in the thick fog, swords roared, dragons roared, and the wind and fire were fierce!
The golden wind and the sun fire, the giant dragon and the sharp sword, from the desert to Lishan, from Lishan to the southern wilderness, the true essence cultivated by Sijiazi, the magical powers learned, and the treasures obtained were all combined into ten stages of mental stimulation, and they were all thrown out, Su
Jing clings to Zhenye Mountain!
The colorful bursts, the roaring, the huge force exploded into turbulent air waves sweeping across the air. The enemy's strength was far beyond Su Jing's expectation; and the resistance in the heavy fog surprised the evil demon!
The 'killing' of the evil spirits in the sky, which they thought could be completed with a snap of a finger, lasted for half a stick of incense and has not yet begun. The fog has not lifted, the people in the fog have not died, and the divine power in the fog has not disappeared, so the killing of the evil devils cannot begin!
But it was only half a stick of incense, and Su Jing's face was already flushed, and his blood was boiling and difficult to control. He knew it in his heart, just try your best to hold on, it won't last long.
Today's situation is different from all the fierce battles in the Southern Wilderness. When killing monsters in the Southern Wilderness, whether chasing, escaping or fighting in a melee, Su Jing was able to fly past, escape, and the golden crow soared into the nine heavens. The body method of this line of Zhengfa has obvious advantages, but
Now Su Jing wants to defend the whole city. He can move but cannot hide. Seeing the enemy's magical power, he has no choice but to fight hard.
What's more important, or the real key, is that Su Jing alone cannot match the combined force of the densely packed evil cultivators in the sky. This is a real gap!
But even so, there were still strange screams from the mourning monks in the heavy fog: "Old monster, bastard, I hit the wrong person, blinded my eyes and my heart." His face was abnormal, and he screamed in anger, but Su Jing's
His eyes were clear, as always, the way he looked when he made up his mind.
Ancestor Kuisu looked very surprised: "Fellow Daoist Wu's cultivation is so profound, I even underestimated you before."
The sun fire surged and shattered a huge boulder thrown by a group of evil cultivators. Blood flowed out from Su Jing's left ear, and a blood line was drawn along his cheek, winding down to his collar: "No point.
If you are really capable, how can you dare to ask your ancestors to recommend you to become a star?"
"That's right, that's right. Fellow Taoist's ability to make a constellation makes sense," Kui Su laughed: "Fellow Taoist, if you work harder, try to block my spell. If you can block it, you will still die. Wu
Taoist friends are destined to be lonely ghosts!"
After saying that, the old monster suddenly started dancing.
With soft fingers, flexible wrists, swaying arms, swaying and twisting, raising his feet and crossing his legs, Patriarch Kuisu actually performed a dance.
Jiangnan mulberry pickers and silk spinners dance gracefully, but the old monster is as thin as a skeleton and tall. The dance she is doing at this moment is so sinister and awe-inspiring that it makes people shudder. However, her face is still full of
Laugh and be fully engaged.
The dance was dense and graceful, and the old monster's hands were swinging back and forth, like threads from a cocoon, like silk from a cocoon. As he pulled it again and again, he really caught "suspended threads" one by one in the sky.
The old devil's movements are getting faster and faster, and more and more 'suspended threads' are gathering together. One hanging thread is a qi machine, and a qi machine leads a green and black Dharma cloud!
Unknowingly, black clouds gathered thousands of miles above the old devil's head, covering the foggy city tightly.
The old devil suddenly spoke with a high-pitched laugh: "Wu Daoyou's sword skills are good, I will embroider a sword for you!" As he spoke, his dancing posture changed, like a happy embroidery girl, and started doing her own embroidery. Just now
The 'suspended threads' wrapped around the hands, arms, and body are knitted together in the flexible fingers.
The green and black Dharma clouds on the zenith then formed a stick of incense. The Dharma clouds on the zenith disappeared, leaving only a black long sword, which stretched three hundred miles diagonally.
Su Jing had already tried his best, but he still had no energy left to block the old demon's long-prepared attack. There was no suspense at all. When the old demon's sword fell, Su Jing had only two ways left:
Either we live together or die in Zhenye Mountain City, or we abandon this city and run away alone.
No more nonsense. After casting the spell to bind the sword, the old devil made an orchid with his finger, and lightly tapped it towards Zhenye Mountain City. The charming dance ended, and the evil spell fell. The three-hundred-mile sword was mixed with the spells of countless evil cultivators, and struck Zhenye with anger.
Yeshan! (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)