Chapter 641: Lord Wangchuan vs Silent Ghost Monk
Tie Gu Zheng flew back.
He fell onto the city wall, his knuckles were broken, blood stained the fan handle red, and at the same time, he felt a tearing pain in his arms. The blood in his body was still boiling and difficult to calm down.
Tie Gu Zheng had no time to calm his blood, but turned his head suddenly to focus on the battle behind the city gate.
He fought off the giant bone crocodile, thus resolving a crisis for Baizhi Xiancheng.
But the previous crisis has not been resolved yet, that is, Sangle Youling who broke into the city, and six Jindan ghost generals with the support of military force.
Even if Tie Guzheng wanted to go back to help at this moment, it would take time for him to turn around and rush to the city.
"No matter who you are, hold on!"
"We must buy crucial time for the reinforcements!!"
"I'll be right there!"
The iron-willed man was furious and shouting in his heart.
Wen Ruanyu and Zhou Wenyan fought side by side and communicated with each other through their spiritual consciousness, reaching a consensus: "Stop them with all your strength and buy time, support will surely come!"
Wen Ruonyu spread out a scroll. When it was unfolded, it was his self-portrait.
His portrait clone walked out of the scroll and stood at the front with a serious expression.
Zhou Wenyan took out a book with the Chinese characters "Spring and Autumn" printed on the cover. The book emitted a yellow and green glow, spreading around to create a favorable battlefield environment.
Six Jindan ghost generals rode on dead skeleton horses and surrounded Wen Zhou and his companions with an extremely cold and lifeless sense of oppression.
The vicious ghost general took out the Hundred Ghosts Poison Bag from his waist without a second thought and threw it out.
The poison sac is only a spellcasting tool.
Ghost magic-the sinister ghost realm!
Wow.
The sticky dark green venom splashes everywhere, emitting a foul odor, and then evaporates quickly, spreading to you as a dark energy all over the air.
The yin energy was mixed with deadly poison, corroding the air to the point of making a hissing sound.
Zhou Wenyan's Spring and Autumn glory was immediately suppressed.
Wen Runyu held the brush in her hand and used Confucianism to write a big word "Li" (ritual), which was suspended in the air above the battlefield.
The word "Li" emitted golden light, decomposing the poison, but it soon dimmed. First, the edges of the word turned into wisps of black smoke, and then the font quickly dissipated and finally disappeared.
Wen Runyu's body shook, the spell was broken, and it backfired on her hand. Her qi sea was churning and needed to be calmed down.
But the next moment, a sharp cry was heard.
The wailing sound is so sharp that it can tear the soul apart.
Even though Wen Zhou and the others had already activated their protective measures, they still felt the pain in their souls.
The two of them used their spiritual consciousness to form a battlefield, and discovered that it was the Weeping Ghost General who was frantically shaking a bone flute. Along with his violent movements, the sound of wind was poured into the large and small holes of the bone flute, making a natural sound attack.
"Zhen!" Zhou Wenyan shouted softly like thunder, opened his mouth and spit out, his voice turned into words, forming a big word "Zhen".
The word "Zhen" also hovered above the battlefield, resisting the sound attack, shaking violently, and lasted for three breaths before it was on the verge of defeat.
Although Wen Runyu and Zhou Wenyan are very powerful and are the true descendants of the Golden Elixir of their respective sects, it is very difficult for them to fight against these six ghost generals!
This is because these six ghost generals have been blessed with military strength, and their combat power is close to the Nascent Soul level.
A malicious light flashed in the Scarlet Ghost General's eyes. He stretched out his ten fingers like a butterfly flying through flowers. Red lines shot out from his fingertips and entangled the Spring and Autumn Book floating in the air.
She suddenly brought her ten fingers together and curled them inward, and the red line suddenly tightened like a steel wire.
The Spring and Autumn Book could not bear the weight and was twisted and rolled up, making a sound of paper deforming violently, and its yellow-green glow dimmed.
At the same time, Zhou Wenyan's magic spell also collapsed.
This caused Wen Zhou and his team's defense to collapse, revealing a huge flaw.
"Die!" The long-axe ghost general had already prepared himself. He immediately seized the battle record created by his comrades, and his burly body burst out with amazing strength, jumping directly from the ghost rider into the air.
He raised the mountain-splitting axe high, used ghost magic, and his whole body was burning with ghostly blue fire, and he chopped towards Zhou Wenyan.
After all, Wen Runyu has a self-portrait clone, and the long-axe ghost general finds it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.
Zhou Wenyan was the first to bear the brunt!
He looked up at the sky and saw a long axe coming down at his head. The air made a sharp explosion, as if it could shatter the mountains and rivers and destroy everything.
The long-axe ghost general's charged attack was so fast, fierce and accurate.
Zhou Wenyan's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hairs on his body stood up as he felt the strong shadow of death.
In a split second, he only had time to throw out another book.
As a result, before it could fully unleash its power, the book was split in half by the axe along the way.
The long axe was emitting a ghostly blue fire, and its momentum increased rapidly, and it was about to chop Zhou Wenyan's forehead.
At the critical moment, Wen Runyu on the other side suddenly bit her tongue, spurted out her lifeblood, and madly urged the golden elixir magic power, infusing it into the magic brush in her hand.
He threw the pen out directly.
Confucianism - join the army by giving up the pen!
The brush glowed with a red-gold light, causing the six ghost generals to squint their eyes.
boom!
The brush and the axe collided, causing a loud explosion.
The red-gold light and the phantom blue will-o'-the-wisp fire competed with each other, mixed together, and spread in all directions.
Zhou Wenyan, Wen Runyu and several ghost generals flew backwards, each seriously injured.
The shadow ghost general used his ghost magic to transform into a shadow, sticking close to the ground, and chased Wen Zhou and his companions.
Wen Runyu's natal magic weapon was destroyed and she fainted on the spot.
Zhou Wenyan still had a trace of clarity, and sensing the fatal crisis, he shouted sternly: "Spring and Autumn are sacrificed! Wendao martyrs for justice!"
The next moment, the Spring and Autumn Book floating on the battlefield spontaneously combusted, igniting pure, blazing white holy flames.
The holy flame immediately expanded and turned into a column of incandescent light, covering Wen Zhou and the others.
The shadow ghost general groaned, unable to withstand such light, and retreated in defeat.
The beam of light was quite powerful, but it lasted only a very short time before completely dissipating.
Six ghost generals surrounded them, and Wen Zhou and his companions were exhausted and their consciousness was blurred.
On the distant city wall, Tie Guzheng saw this scene and couldn't help but feel furious.
He quickly activated the command seal in his arms, wanting to dispatch the fairy city magic formation to protect Wen Zhou and the others.
But at this moment, Sangle Youling, who had been unattended, had already taken out a white candle.
Return to the winding path candle!
This is a square candle, which looks like a miniature coffin, about nine inches long, with the lid and the coffin tightly fitted. The four surfaces of the candle are engraved with a picture of hundreds of ghosts carrying a coffin - countless twisted and wailing ghosts carrying coffins on their shoulders, staggering towards nothingness.
The candle wick is made of a yellow-brown shroud and the woman's black hair, wrapped in a spiral.
This is a magic weapon of the Nascent Soul level, and it can only be used once!
"The lost treasure was finally taken away by the enemy!" Tie Guzheng noticed Sang Le You Ling's actions and was shocked. He knew that the latter had this trump card, but he didn't expect that he would use it at this moment to deal with the Baizhi Xiancheng.
At this point, Tie Gu Zheng had no choice but to put Wen Zhou and the others aside and concentrate on mobilizing the defensive forces of Baizhi Fairy City to suppress Sangle Youling.
Sangle Youling felt the pressure like a mountain, and every movement became slow.
Sangle Youling's expression was numb, without any change. He mobilized his magic power and blew it with difficulty.
The next moment, the Guiji Qujing Candle was lit.
The frosty white flames danced continuously, producing countless fine blue talismans in the heart of the flames.
An aroma that was similar to incense but mixed with the smell of decay immediately spread.
The faint blue talisman floated in the fragrance, dissipating in the surrounding space and forming a sky full of white frost.
A dark, winding path was formed in the white frost. On both sides of the path, countless ghosts were stacked up one after another, as if they were carrying a coffin.
"Damn it!" Seeing this scene, Tie Gu Zheng was so angry that his eyes were about to burst.
If it were anyone else, Tie Gu Zheng would be able to suppress them all. But Sang Le You Ling was different, as she also knew the details of the formation of Bai Zhi Xian City.
But Tie Guzheng's suppression was not ineffective. Originally there were seven winding paths, but now only one was left due to the suppression.
But a winding path can have a huge impact on the battle situation!
Ross's eyes flashed, and he immediately made arrangements, using the military force to lead out a winding path and directly place it in his own army's formation.
A giant skeleton took a step forward and stepped directly into the winding path.
The next moment, it took a step forward and arrived at the Baizhi Fairy City!
If the city gates were not open, such teleportation would be impossible. But now the city gates were wide open and could not be closed for a while, and with the help of the precious treasure, the Guiji Qujing Candle, teleportation became possible.
The giant corpse spirit is huge in size and is originally a siege weapon. Now it has directly crossed the biggest obstacle - the city wall, and entered the city.
Bang bang bang.
The giant roared and smashed things around, causing huge damage to many buildings in the city in just a few hits, resulting in heavy casualties.
Countless citizens ran around in panic.
At this time, Yang Sanyan, the Golden Elixir Master of Wanxiang Sect, and Gumu Taoist, the Golden Elixir Master of Soul-Devouring Sect, arrived.
Both of them just glanced at the giant dead bone spirit and immediately gave up the entanglement.
"Save people first!" The two communicated with each other through their spiritual consciousness and reached a consensus in an instant.
They took action one after another and rescued Wen Runyu and Zhou Wenyan at the critical moment.
The six ghost generals' combined attack was not without reward - Wen Runyu's self-portrait clone was chopped into pieces by the six men.
Wen Runyu's body suffered the backlash, bleeding from her mouth and nose, and she fell into a deeper coma.
Yang Sanyan opened his eyes wide and stared at Sangle Youling.
Superior talent——arrogant!
Sangle Youling remained numb and stood there motionless, like a zombie.
But at the critical moment, the burning Guiji Candle in her hand was ignited, and the flame became brighter, the light was several times stronger than before, and the burning speed also doubled.
White frost filled the air and a black winding path formed again, blocking Yang Sanyan's view.
To be more precise, it was to transfer Yang Sanyan's gaze to other places.
Two of the six ghost generals went to find Yang Sanyan and the Taoist priest in the Bone Tomb respectively.
The remaining four moved around slightly and rushed to the rear together.
The monks who blocked their way were torn to pieces and became sacrifices for this blood sacrifice.
The attack intentions of the four ghost generals were also revealed - their attack routes all converged in front - the paper man giant!
Hell.
The bloody light on the altar became three points stronger.
Lord Wangchuan couldn't help but show a look of joy. He stared at the ghost monk Wuyin and said, "Wuyin, did you see that? The blood sacrifice went very smoothly. I will definitely win. Everything you do will be in vain!"
The silent ghost monk was dressed in a yellow robe, with a face like dried orange peel, lifeless, and lips tightly closed into a gray line, as if they had never opened for thousands of years. Only a pair of eyes, turbid, wooden, empty, unable to reflect anything, like two dry wells leading to absolute nothingness.
He raised his right hand, and pointed his dry, gray-nailed index finger at the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion from afar.
Silently.
However, with the ghost monk's fingertips as the center, the space within a hundred feet in radius suddenly collapsed inward!
As soon as he made a move, the Silent Ghost Monk used his trump card.
He majored in the "Nirvana Zen Sutra", and this move is one of the terrifying killing moves in the "Nirvana Zen Sutra" - Guixu Finger!
The collapsed space was left with only darkness, and everything was wiped out.
The darkness spread rapidly, targeting not only the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion, but also the altar.
The robe of the Lord of Wangchuan fluttered wildly without wind. He raised his arms high and shouted: "The Wangchuan River leads the way, and all souls rush!"
Endless and vast magical power gushed out and gathered into the water of the Wangchuan River drawn by the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion.
The phantoms of billions of dead souls screamed miserably in the river, and finally merged into a grayish-white turbid stream that was as thick as oil, with countless painful souls surging inside.
The turbid current flows from bottom to top, rolling against the sky!
The turbid current's peak crashed into the Guixu black ball.
Chichichichi…
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the corrosive sound of two extreme powers annihilating and wearing away each other, which was heart-wrenching.
The dark yellow turbid current was constantly turned into nothingness by the power of Guixu, but the water of Wangchuan River flowed endlessly and the power of the dead souls was inexhaustible.
Although the Guixu black ball was still spinning and swallowing stubbornly, its expansion momentum was firmly resisted by the mighty power of Huangquan, and the two formed a breathtaking stalemate in the air!
The empty eyes of the Silent Ghost Monk moved very slightly.
Even this tiny movement was noticed by Lord Wangchuan, who immediately cried out "Not good" inwardly.
This place is not on the Forgotten River. The fact that he can draw the water of the Forgotten River out of thin air is all thanks to the great formation here.
And the ones who were in charge of this formation were not only him, but also the five Nascent Souls under his command besides the swirling Yin Wind, and the thirty thousand imperial guards.
The Silent Ghost Monk was very powerful and was regarded as a great enemy by the Lord of Wangchuan Prefecture. He immediately realized the key after just one attack.
He withdrew his index finger and let the Guixu black ball be consumed by the rushing souls of the Lord of Wangchuan Mansion.
He put his hands together and then very slowly separated them.
Under the heart seal, another move is called the Zen sound of nirvana!
The sound of Zen is soundless and intangible. It cannot be captured and cannot be blocked. It is like ripples spreading on the surface of water, spreading silently through the cold wind.
Lord Wangchuan was in a state of hesitation at this moment.
He can save his subordinates, but once he does, he will inevitably fall into a passive position.
If he doesn't rescue him, his subordinates will suffer heavy losses, but it will also give him the opportunity to attack the Silent Ghost Monk.
This opportunity is rare.
When masters compete with each other, they often fight for the first-mover advantage.
Often, if you seize this opportunity first, you can gain an advantage, and you can quickly expand the advantage and turn it into momentum.
Not only are the masters competing against each other, but when the war reaches its most intense stage, everyone has to fight for the frontline opportunities!
If Sangle Youling opens the city gate, it will be a chance for battle.
Tie Gu Zheng tried his best to fight back the giant white-bone crocodile in order to fight for this line.
Now, the four ghost generals are attacking the paper man statue, which is also a first-line opportunity.
"Not good! The paper statue hasn't been activated yet, and Wen Ruanyu is already unconscious. She is at her weakest."
"If the enemy takes advantage of us, we will lose a large number of Nascent Soul-level combat forces!" Tie Guzheng was extremely anxious, but he was powerless.
The ghost generals laughed and moved closer.
Among them, the long-axe ghost general jumped out again, with blue ghost fire burning all over his body, trying to chop off the colossus's calf.
Bang!
The giant paper statue suddenly kicked out and kicked the long-axe ghost general away.
"Ugh!!" The remaining three ghost generals were greatly shocked.
Ning Zhuo, who arrived just in time in the giant paper statue, had the flame of fighting spirit burning in his eyes. He snorted coldly: "Don't even think about touching my mother's things!"
(End of this chapter)
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