Chapter 30: The anode turns into mud and fog ghost.

There is a dull rumbling sound.

In a blink of an eye, Yi Chen's Dragon-Slaying Sword was entangled with the headless white-haired old man's spine sword, and the two sides exchanged more than ten moves in an instant.

Just as the two sides' swords collided again, something strange happened.

The headless white-haired old man held a long sword with a spine as the hilt, and it suddenly opened its eyes.

A heavy force field instantly pressed down on Yi Chen.

Almost in an instant, the surrounding air solidified like a block of iron.

The white-haired old man had a smug smile on his face at this moment.

No one knows how this Taoist priest with an ox nose practices. Not only is his pure yang energy surging, but his body is also extremely strong. He was able to fight with the ghost body of the demon for more than ten moves and was able to be evenly matched with it. Moreover, this man has an amazing willpower.

It had long realized that if it used mental shock on it at the first moment, it would not have much impact on it. Instead, it would make it understand its innate ghost magic and be wary of it.

Therefore, it had been planned long ago, and it was best to use it at this moment.

One step slow, every step slow.

The white-haired old man seemed to have seen the scene of Yi Chen being beheaded by his sword, so he couldn't help but laugh strangely.

"Let's finish it, Bullnose."

"White-backed ghost slash!"

At the same time, Yi Chen's mind was as calm as a lake.

He found that the more dangerous the battle was, the calmer he became.

No, that's not right.

It's a state of fire and ice where the body is extremely passionate but the mind is calm.

He enjoyed his current state immensely, this state of walking on the tightrope between life and death. It seemed that in this way, he finally felt the meaning of life.

I felt myself...truly, alive.

Really, it exists.

He felt his passion was about to be ignited.

Faced with the sudden change, Yi Chen remained calm and shouted loudly, "Anode change!"

"Open it for me!"

The sound was like thunder, and in an instant Yi Chen's already tall body grew several centimeters taller, and his muscles and membranes became even more bulging and tougher.

Large blue-black veins appeared on his body.

After the anode transformation, the lavender pure yang energy in his body became more violent than before, just like pouring a bucket of cold water into a pot of hot oil.

The violent force allowed Yi Chen to break free from the restraints easily.

He gripped the Dragon-Slaying Sword with both hands, twisted his waist and hips, swung the long sword fiercely, and changed his move diagonally upward to meet the fatal sword of the white-haired old man.

Boom! A louder noise than before was heard.

The explosive force forced both sides to take several steps back.

Trample, trample, trample.

Yi Chen took three steps back before he completely unloaded the force and transferred the impact force to the earth.

Trample, trample, trample, trample, trample, trample, trample, trample.

The white-haired old man retreated seven steps.

The winner was decided in an instant, not to mention that the spine sword in the white-haired old man's hand had a big gap in it, and small gaps were densely packed, which made him grit his teeth in pain.

"Master Yi is mighty!"

Nun Shuiyue was naturally greatly encouraged when she saw this. With a clear shout, the liquid in the white jade bottle suddenly gushed out and turned into a transparent water dragon, biting towards the black skull in the night sky.

With one bite, it crushed the black skull into pieces, and it exploded into black smoke. Then, with a sweep of its dragon tail, the black smoke scattered and disappeared into the night sky.

Master Lianhua was naturally unwilling to be outdone. He took out a black rosary with a bit of pain and threw it at the skull in the night sky, directly blowing the black skull into pieces.

When Taoist Qingxu saw that both of them had used their great powers to deal with the smoking skull, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. It would have been great if Yi Chen and the white-haired old man were both injured, or even better, died. Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished. The young master of Yinlong Temple was indeed not someone he could easily deal with.

He immediately stopped paddling and hit the three-eared tripod in his hand hard with a wooden pestle. A buzzing sound directly shattered the ghost head in the night sky.

The four of them had indifferent expressions, guarding four directions respectively, and walked towards the position of the white-haired old man step by step.

Yi Chen stared at the white-haired old man even more eagerly, as if he was looking at a priceless treasure. His gaze was so blazing that it made the white-haired old man feel uneasy. He felt that among the people in front of him, this tall Taoist priest was the most evil.

This is a perverted comparison.

Why does it look like you want to eat it in one bite?

Yi Chen grinned. His positive pole transformation lasted only a limited time, so he couldn't waste it. Seeing everyone gathered around him, he immediately shouted, "Fellow Daoists, don't be polite to this evil spirit. Let's fight together."

"Kill it!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

As soon as these words came out, Yi Chen felt as refreshed as if he had drunk some cool water in the hottest days of summer.

He had been waiting for the opportunity to say this for a long time.

Finally, I got what I wanted.

At this moment, the white-haired old man could no longer bear it and shouted angrily, "If I die, you will not be able to live either. Why don't you kill these people? Do you really want to see me die?"

"You have delayed the master's important task. Can you bear this responsibility?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Chen and the other three couldn't help but pause.

Calling people?

Damn, is there really a big fish behind this?

Suddenly, the night sky suddenly dimmed, and a stream of black smoke emerged from the neck of the white-haired old man. A black iron curtain covered the four people like an upside-down bowl. With the white-haired old man as the center, a touch of earthy yellow quickly spread towards everyone.

Seeing this, Taoist Qingxu's face changed drastically and he exclaimed, "Damn it, these two evil spirits are the fog ghost and the ground-pulling mud."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, how could a corpse ghost be accompanied by these two evil spirits?"

“It’s totally unheard of.”

At this time, Taoist Qingxu, Master Shuiyue and Master Lianhua could not help but cast their eyes on Yi Chen.

Taoist Master Yichengzi is indeed a crow's mouth.

When discussing the case before, Yi Chen had put forward two hypotheses: either there is more than one evil spirit, or there is someone behind it.

Wow, it turns out it’s not a script of choosing one or the other, it’s a script of having both.

They heard it clearly just now. The white-haired old man said something about delaying the master's important business and being unable to take responsibility.

If the lackey is so powerful, how powerful must the master behind him be?

The four of them all changed color.

At this time, Taoist Qingxu continued to hit the three-eared small tripod, his face flushed, and he did not dare to hold back any longer. He surged with magical power, temporarily resisting the erosion of the earth-pulling mud, and quickly explained to the three people: "The earth-pulling mud can imprison a person's body and make you sink deeply into the mud."

"The fog ghost is even more powerful. Not only can it confuse people's vision, but it can also turn into an iron curtain, block a space, isolate sounds, and send down strange yin energy. Within the range of its yin energy, all ghosts can be nourished and become stronger, while we will be weakened."

"Everyone, if you have any tricks up your sleeve, use them now, or we will all die here today."

As soon as Taoist Qingxu finished speaking, wisps of strange mist floated down from the iron curtain.

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