At this moment, a wave of resentment rushed from Huangquan Road, rolled up the flowers on the other side, formed a powerful offensive, and directly sent several ghosts flying along the way, attacking Ye Shaoyang.
Ye Shaoyang took a step forward, flipped his palm over, and struck out eight talismans, quickly pierced them one by one with the Seven Star Longquan Sword, strung them on the sword, formed a seal with his left hand, and chanted the Fengshen Mantra in his mouth. The eight talismans revolved around the blade continuously.
"The sky is lingling, the earth is lingling, the wind is swift to show its power, and it is as urgent as a law!" Ye Shaoyang made a magic seal with his left hand, pressed the hilt of his sword, and knocked out the eight talismans. The front spins and flies away.
When Xiao Ma heard the spell, he murmured: "So there really is such a spell in the world! I thought it was a TV show that lied to people."
Gua Gua said: "This is called 'Pure Mantra', wind, fire, thunder and water, these four kinds of Taoist spells can all be cast with pure mantras, the power is purer and stronger."
Xiao Ma looked at him in surprise, "You ghost, how do you know so much?"
Gua Gua said: "I have fought against many Taoist priests over the years. At first I suffered a lot. Later, in a fit of rage, I went to Longhu Mountain to steal a few Taoist books and studied them by myself. Although I can't practice, I can Know yourself and your enemy.”
Xiao Ma gave him a thumbs up, "It's awesome to be a ghost and treat you like this!"
The spell whirlwind collided with the storm of resentment formed by the Bianhua, canceling each other out, and the aftermath shook away several nearby ghost soldiers.
Ye Shaoyang didn't talk too much, he directly pulled out the Tianfengleihuo flag from his backpack, unfolded it against the wind, and swung it out at Ye Xiaoshuo, his hands kept forming seals, and he said in his mouth: "When you think about the power of the sky, the sky thunder rolls, and the strong wind suddenly rises!" , the fire and rain go round and round, hurrying like a law!"
The Tianfengleihuo Banner circled Ye Xiaoshuo like a fire dragon, continuously releasing streams of fire and falling towards him.
Ye Xiaoshuo's face darkened, and a stream of resentment erupted from his body, forming an enchantment, resisting the flowing fire, consuming each other, and forming a confrontation.
Ye Shaoyang looked at him fixedly, and said, "You have no way out."
"The way to retreat..." Ye Xiaoshuo smiled sadly, "Ten years ago, the moment I died, there was no way to retreat."
Ye Shaoyang shook his head and said, "If you don't come tonight, you still have a chance."
Others don't understand, but Ye Xiaoshuo can understand the meaning of this sentence, sighed secretly, the resentment in his body suddenly withdrew into his body, let the stream of fire sprinkled by Tianfeng Leihuo Banner continue to hit his body, and his flesh was burned little by little , Holes constantly appeared, and ghost blood flowed horizontally, which looked extremely terrifying.
Seeing this scene, Ye Shaoyang's heart was greatly moved. Could it be that at this last moment, Ye Xiaoshuo regretted it and planned to quit
In order to try to stabilize him, Ye Shaoyang said: "Ye Xiaoshuo, although trespassing on the underworld is an unforgivable crime, I'm still willing to try to help you."
Ye Xiaoshuo raised his scarred face that was burned by the fire, and sneered at Ye Shaoyang, "I just want... not to leave a retreat for myself!"
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his two fingers, inserted them into his eye sockets, and pulled them down, tearing off his entire face, together with the flesh of his neck and body, black resentment spread out from his body, obliterating him.
Resentment continued to erode upwards, the Tianfeng Leihuo flag was crumbling, and Ye Shaoyang's hands controlling the Tianfeng Leihuo flag trembled, feeling the tremendous pressure.
Suddenly, Ye Xiaoshuo let out a mournful roar, bursting out with resentment, shocking Ye Shaoyang to take two steps back, the flag of Tianfeng Leihuo lost its defense and fell down powerlessly.
At this moment, the black cloud formed by resentment dissipated to both sides, and a disheveled figure appeared in the middle, with only a head and a neck down, with something like a stick stuck in it. , It is a world of difference from the handsome image before.
Human heart puppet! Ye Xiaoshuo's real body appears!
"Ye Shaoyang, let me experience the supernatural power of a Taoist celestial master!"
Ye Xiaoshuo let out a strange cry, his messy hair exploded upwards, ghost energy gathered in front of him, holding up the ghost body, all the resentment quickly concentrated on the ghost body - that is, the bottom of the stick, and attacked Ye Shaoyang.
Before the people arrived, Ye Shaoyang was overwhelmed by resentment and felt a bone-chilling chill. He knew in his heart that Ye Xiaoshuo knew that this place was not a place for long battles: even though they could break in here, they could be regarded as taking advantage of the opportunity, and the Yin Division would never Will let it go, reinforcements are probably coming, so he wants to make a quick decision, one move will determine life and death!
Facing Ye Xiaoshuo's all-out attack, Ye Shaoyang did not dare to neglect, bit the tip of his tongue, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the Seven Star Longquan sword, wiped the sword with his left hand, and drew a seal with blood to form a dragon character, shook the long sword with his right hand, The Daoist Zhuyou drew four vertical and five horizontal lines with the secret technique, and said in his mouth: "Fuhua Heavenly King, descending to fix Tianyi, heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, Yin and Yang magic method, Taiyi Tianzun, hurry like a law!"
Pressing the thumb on the hilt of the sword, the word "Dragon" written in the blood of the Celestial Master lit up, attached to the four vertical and five horizontal Dao patterns, and the mana burned, burning the Longquan sword red.
Ye Shaoyang bent his left middle finger, and popped a reprint on the edge of the sword. When the long sword moved, it made a buzzing sound like a dragon's chant, and hit Ye Xiaoshuo.
Wherever he passed, there were a few ghost pawns who stood in a daze before they had time to dodge, and were broken by the sword edge, and their souls were scattered on the spot, turning into spirits.
A moment later, the puppet stick and the seven-star Longquan sword collided, and the black resentment and the purple aura were entangled in one place, colliding countless times.
Ye Xiaoshuo had a sneer on his face, Ye Shaoyang's expression was calm, neither sad nor happy, the two looked at each other at the same level.
"You... defeated." After Ye Shaoyang finished speaking, he twisted the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and the Gang Qi shot in and out, instantly crushing the resentment, sending Ye Xiaoshuo's real body flying out of the air, gliding on the ground for more than ten meters, tilting There was dust all over the ground, and then he quickly got up, his messy hair that was standing on end was tightly pressed against his cheek, ghost blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Ye Shaoyang with an unbelievable expression.
Then, he shook his head slightly, turned around and flew towards the way he came from without saying anything.
His subordinates saw that even the boss had run away, so they hurriedly chased after Ye Xiaoshuo, but Ye Shaoyang didn't go after them, he knew that these little guys would never escape the Yin Division and would be wiped out He fell, so he turned around and looked at the ghost messengers.
With the danger completely eliminated, the eight ghost guards stood in a row facing Ye Shaoyang, without a trace of gratitude on their faces, but looked at him majesticly, like riot police who acted as a human wall to isolate onlookers when performing tasks in the world.
"Father!" Ye Shaoyang murmured, and rushed to the front of the "human wall". From the moment he came here, he knew that it was his father surrounded by ghost messengers. Telepathy, even if we haven't seen each other for ten years, even if both parties are ghosts, this feeling still persists, after all, my father hasn't had Mengpo soup yet.