After the fifth brother Hanbao escaped, the ghosts became soft and no longer struggled. After the Kunlun disciples tried to kill a few, they confirmed that the ghosts had turned back into dead corpses. They were thinking about the injuries of Tianshu Zhenren and the seventy-two sword masters. , leaving some disciples to continue to monitor the body, while the others dispersed. wWW,qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo,com
No one thought that these ghosts had the ability to fake death. They suddenly broke out while the Kunlun disciples were relaxing. All of a sudden, the Kunlun disciples suffered a big loss!
Not only did the ghost come back to life, but its power and speed were countless times greater than before. Even if they both died together, the flying sword of a Kunlun disciple could at least cut off the ghost's head easily, but now the ghost can hardly Turned into copper skin and iron bones, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the flying sword that came and went like the wind. He grinned and broke the tough flying sword with a snap!
Only then did Wen Leyang understand that the screams that Han Bao made before escaping were the spells of ghosts. These ghosts were already difficult to deal with, but now they have greatly increased in strength, and the seventy-two swords of Kunlun Dao respect the wound, let alone Tianshu Zhenren, He is very transparent now... The remaining disciples of Kunlun Dao can't stop the unscrupulous attack of these ghosts.
The Han Demon lured the awl away, leaving these ghosts behind to kill all the Kunlun Dao!
The only good thing is that after the ghost has increased its strength, it will still return all the damage when it is killed, but after death, it has no soul, body and head are broken, and the ghost is finished.
After Wen Leyang fought off two or three ghosts, he was almost vomited blood by the backlash of the wrong punch. In the past, to repel these monsters, you didn't have to use all your strength, and you could still withstand the power reflected on yourself. But now the ghosts have become so powerful that they can't be beaten back without using all your strength. Wen Leyang's poisonous power of life and death is comparable to that of Wufuzhong. After fighting for a while, he himself couldn't stand the supernatural power of the top-notch master under his command.
It only takes a moment. Dozens of Kunlun disciples have been killed, and only seven ghosts have died.
The ghosts no longer rushed around like last time, but huddled together, not looking at the seriously injured sword masters lying on the ground, and just rushed towards the location of Tianshu Zhenren.
Tianshu Zhenren could not be shaken at the critical moment when he was recovering from his injuries. Liu Zheng, the young master, loudly ordered the Kunlun disciples to form an formation to protect Tianshu.
More than three hundred uninjured Kunlun disciples are taking care of the senior sword masters in twos and threes. The formation was originally out of order, and there were only a few dozen people guarding the leader. Now they have gathered back together. However, they could not break the ghost formation no matter what. They could only block the gap between Tianshu Zhenren and the ghosts one after another, using human flesh to build a dam to withstand the ghosts' impact. All the Kunlun Taoist priests had their eyes cracked and shouted hoarsely. Drinking Taoist magic, commanding their flying swords like crazy, no longer caring about the reflection of ghost magic, being able to die together with a ghost has become their greatest wish!
Blood splattered and screams were repeated. Kunlun disciples fell one by one. There are only a few Taoist people with advanced cultivation who can use their lives to save their lives. Replace with another ghost.
Wen Leyang was beaten pale by himself. The corners of his mouth were bleeding. Suddenly there was a tightness behind me. He was dragged behind the Kunlun disciples by a strong force. He looked up and saw Liu Zhengzheng looking at him with a smile: "Wen Leyang. We have a good relationship, right?"
Wen Leyang wanted to punch Liu Zheng in the face. He lowered his head and spat out bloody spit: "Why do you talk so much nonsense? Just tell me if you have something to say!"
Liu Zhengdi's expression was anything but serious. But his eyes were bright and he looked at him non-stop: "I need your help with something. It's not a big deal anyway." Liu Zheng spoke unhurriedly. It doesn't look like he is being besieged and is in danger: "Kunlun disciples will be dead in a short time if this continues. Can I lend you the big horn on your back? I'll trade it with you for the flying sword."
When Xiao Yi was about to leave. He put the loaded loudspeaker on Wen Leyang's back.
Wen Leyang's heart trembled. But when I heard the second half of the sentence, I felt dumbfounded. He reached out and took off the loudspeaker and handed it to Liu Zheng. He said with some hesitation: "Just find any Kunlun disciple, right?"
He knew that Liu Zhengdi planned that even if Lei Xinsha couldn't kill all the ghosts, he could at least destroy most of them, especially since the ghosts were now huddled together, but anyone who fired the gun would also be affected by ghost magic. Reflection, it is estimated that not even the bones are left.
Liu Zheng took the loudspeaker and shook his head with a smile: "Who made me the leader... I'm thinking that you are the only one in the Chenghuang Temple who is more suitable for shooting than me. Why don't you come?"
Wen Leyang smiled and cursed: "Go away, you are so embarrassed! Where is the flying sword, give it to me!"
Liu Zheng fiddled with the big speaker and was stunned for a moment: "Do you really want a flying sword? That one is useless to you."
Wen Leyang's smile faded a little: "I'll keep a souvenir."
The two young men spoke very relaxedly, and no one could tell that they were saying goodbye, life or death.
Liu Zheng took his long sword from its sheath and handed it to Wen Leyang: "If you have anything to ask, just ask my master. He looks fierce, but he is actually very kind." The sword made a soft sound in its sheath. The light vibration is crisp and long.
This time it was Wen Leyang's turn to be stunned: "How did you know I had something to ask?"
Liu Zheng laughed loudly: "It's not that hard to guess!" He raised his loudspeaker and pointed it at the ghosts who were fighting fiercely with the Kunlun disciples not far away, and gave a majestic order: "Kunlun disciples, disperse!"
Before he finished speaking, Wen Leyang suddenly let out a strange cry, tilted his body and carried Liu Zheng out fiercely: "It's too close, be careful of the backlash and hurt the Master of Tianshu!"
If Lei Xinsha's violent power was completely reflected by the ghost's magic, Liu Zheng would be able to turn into a pure explosive bag even if there was no lightning, and the Heavenly Book Master who was so close behind him would definitely make him collapse. Of course, Wen Leyang couldn't run away either.
When Liu Zheng was stunned, he had already been knocked away by Wen Leyang. When the Kunlun disciples in front heard the leader shouting, they all knew that the leader was about to use a powerful magical power and immediately retreated. Nearly a hundred ghost statues suddenly escaped from their cages. beast. Pentium roared and rushed over, and Wen Leyang took the brunt of it!
Liu Zheng is a disciple of the Sword Immortal. His magical powers are not as good as those of the Big and Little Rabbit Demons, but they are not inferior to those of other heads of Wufu. When he was hit, his body-protecting essence immediately protected him and counterattacked. Wen Leyang had previously fought with ghosts. It was already extremely strenuous when he was doing it, and now he was hit hard by Liu Zheng's true energy. The poison of life and death flowing in his body involuntarily slowed down, and when he tried to escape from the swarming ghosts, he was slow for a moment.
In just a moment, nearly a hundred ghosts howled and screamed at him, and Wen Leyang was annihilated in the blink of an eye.
Liu Zheng did not expect that things would turn out like this. It was indeed his negligence. Before, he had never thought about how powerful Lei Xinsha would be when he was refracted by ghost magic. Ever since he decided to sacrifice his life to save his master and borrow a loudspeaker from Wen Leyang, Liu Zheng no longer thought about other things. I am afraid that after thinking about it, my fear and desire for survival will overcome my desire to die. Everyone is the same. You can not be afraid of death for something more precious, but no one wants to think too much about how to face death. Sacrifice is just an impulse. In the rush, there are a few people who can carefully consider this impulse to give up their lives. Planning
Liu Zheng was just a young man in his early twenties. In his opinion, all he had to do was take the big horn from Wen Leyang's hand and pull the trigger on the hordes of ghosts. No matter how calm he looked, his heart was already in chaos.
Liu Zheng staggered and fell to the ground, veins bursting out on his forehead. The ghost is only a few meters away from the real person in Tianshu. If Lei Xinsha is hit, everyone will die. He wanted to sacrifice his life to save his master. But it brought Master one step closer to danger. Liu Zheng put the loudspeaker behind him. Like an angry falcon, it jumped up and rushed towards the ghosts!
Suddenly there was an extremely angry roar. Dark copper-colored poison surged up, blooming into a gloomy and depressing giant wave in mid-air. Sweeping away at everything around him, Liu Zheng exclaimed and changed direction in mid-air. His hands danced very quickly, and seventeen spiritual talismans flew like arrows. Following his figure, they formed a magic circle around the clay Bodhisattva-like Tianshu Zhenren to protect him.
Wen Leyang was surrounded by dozens of ghosts and couldn't find any chance to escape. He didn't know how many ghost claws pierced his flesh deeply, grabbing his hands, legs, shoulders, and head. Wen Leyang understood that in the blink of an eye, he might be I was about to be torn apart by them. I surrendered to the whirling monster and wanted to rush out. The thick undercurrent of poison gathered under my feet could no longer care about the backlash of ghost magic. It surged up with his thoughts and enveloped him in an instant. There are some ghosts around!
The poison that is enough to corrode steel and granite into the air pours into every pore of the ghosts in the blink of an eye, and the violent poison immediately begins to crazily destroy everything in front of them! At the same time, Wen Leyang's body was violently shaken, and under the reflection of the ghost technique, the same poisonous power began to wreak havoc along his flesh and muscles! And the water-like poison of life and death in the body also surged, flowing freely towards the poisonous currents that invaded the body from all directions.
The strange screams of the ghosts around him ranged from sharp to hoarse, and finally turned into rotten roars. They fell down before they could hold on for long. Wen Leyang jumped up, and was surprised and innocent to find that he was still alive. alive. After being stunned for a moment, even though he was still surrounded by dozens of ghosts, he still screamed with joy and screamed. Then he remembered something important and shouted outside with a frightened face: "Don't shoot... "
Liu Zhengfa's talisman array blocked the poison that almost affected Master Tianshu. He was startled when he heard Wen Leyang's cry: "Are you not dead yet?" He clearly heard the ghost's wailing, but he didn't expect Wen Leyang to still be alive.
Wen Leyang's laughter was mixed with a bit of pain: "I'm not dead yet... maybe I won't be dead. Don't shoot me until I die!"
Before the fifth brother Hanbao escaped, he used ghost magic to erase the ghosts' yang souls, which greatly increased their strength. At the same time, the protective ghost magic that reflected damage remained unchanged.
The most terrible thing about today's ghosts is that they are extremely strong and have copper skin and iron bones. When they are hurt, they will react. If you cut him with a knife, it is equivalent to cutting yourself with a knife. Wen Leyang is helpless against them. Master Tianshu is not Grandpa Wen, a disciple of Kunlun. He was not a member of the Wen family. He could help, but he refused to fight. It was not until he was surrounded by a group of ghosts that there was no way to escape. Wen Leyang had no choice but to take action, hoping to die with the enemy.
The Golden Flow Poison is not a profound spell, it is just an upgraded version of sprinkling lime and sulfuric acid. While the poison was killing the ghost, it was also reflected into Wen Leyang's own body by the ghost technique. But Wen Leyang is now invulnerable to all poisons! Ordinary toxins cannot enter his body at all, while powerful poisons will be assimilated by the poison of life and death.
Although the poisonous undercurrent was extremely ruthless, it was also rejected by Wen Leyang's Life and Death Poison when it was selling gold, and it only captured the poison of two molar copper ants.
Whether it is pure or not is not the key. No matter how mottled the poison is, after being assimilated by the poison of life and death, it will turn into a domineering and strange poison. The key is that the impure poison cannot enter Wen Leyang's body at all. But now due to the reflection of ghost magic, the poison was forced into his body, and the torrent of life and death poison immediately became busy.
The golden poison reflected into the body by ghost magic is quickly wrapped and assimilated by the poison of life and death, and then merges into the torrent of poison of life and death. Flow happily along Wen Leyang's limbs and bones...
After Wen Leyang tasted the sweetness, he immediately commanded the poison of life and death to spread, surrounding dozens of ghosts. The thin poison could not quickly kill the copper-skinned and iron-boned ghosts, but Wen Leyang was afraid that they would scatter and hurt people, so he could only endure it. After wasting his time little by little, only the three or four ghosts closest to him would be enveloped in the rich poison.
The Kunlun disciples who had just dispersed returned to Tianshu Zhenren. Occasionally, a few ghosts broke free from the shackles of the poison and rushed into the crowd, but they were all fiercely held by the Kunlun disciples. One is that there are only two or three ghosts, and the number is too small to cause any trouble. The other is that the power of ghosts is greatly reduced under the poison. It is no longer as strong as before.
In his busy schedule, Wen Leyang shouted loudly to the Kunlun disciples: "Don't kill, don't kill. Leave it all to me!" The more poisonous reflexes the better, he was afraid that the ghost would be killed by the old Taoist. He has lost some of his poisonous power.
Liu Zheng laughed and replied: "You don't need to tell me!"
More and more ghosts were killed by the poison, and more and more Jinxing poison entered Wen Leyang's bloodline. Wen Leyang could gradually feel the poison of life and death flowing. It has gradually become heavy and textured from the original lightness, but it is still free and flowing, flowing and stirring with his heart.
Liu Zheng couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. Dozens of ghosts surrounded Wen Leyang ferociously. Then an undercurrent of poison arose. Not long after, the ghosts began to scream and cry, trapped in the dark copper-colored poison. Unable to extricate myself from the tide. They are fierce ghosts. Because they are protected by ghost magic, they don't know how to run away in fear. Instead, they want their enemies to kill them...
The poison is immortal, unless it is violently bombarded by the earthly thunder like Lei Xinsha. After poisoning the enemy and corroding the body, it will merge into the poisonous tide again and attack the next target. So theoretically, as long as you have patience and time, a drop of poison can poison all living creatures in the world.
After a long while, the last ghost finally fell down unwillingly. It was completely corroded in a moment, leaving only a dark copper-colored poison, which reflected a lifeless light under the sunlight.
Master Tianshu has now woken up, and the time for three sticks of incense has long passed. His handsome and handsome face shows a complex expression that makes people scratch their heads.
Ghosts are not simple things. It takes a lot of poison to kill one. Only poisons like Liudu that can be used repeatedly can finally kill them all. Even Wen Leyang himself doesn't know how much poison he has absorbed this time. , I just felt energetic and full of strength in my body. I stared at the young leader Liu Zheng with eagerness in my eyes.
Liu Zheng didn't understand what was going on, but he also knew that Wen Leyang had an adventure, and his whole look changed. He also understood Wen Leyang's eagerness to find the sword test stone. He hurriedly backed away with his hands shaking, and pointed at BC 221: "Is this Hanbao's shop?"
Only then did Wen Leyang remember the business. He nodded and walked closer to the store. The first floor was still the same as before, but all the figurines on the second floor had disappeared, leaving only the empty shelves and the tour guide Xiaoliu.
Xiao Liu had woken up and was struggling to get up. When she saw Wen Leyang coming back, she quickly lay down on the floor and pretended to be unconscious. Wen Leyang was a little surprised. Not long ago, the Han Demon used the White-haired Drought Evil and completely submerged the Chenghuang Temple. Wen Leyang thought that no matter whether it was a tourist, a boss or a policeman, he would be dead as long as he was attacked by the Drought Evil. Unexpectedly, he just lost his strength and fell into a coma. It seems that the Han Demon And a heart of kindness.
Wen Leyang shook his head with a smile, and did not expose Xiaoliu. He walked around in a circle and found nothing useful. At this time, there was a rumble in the sky and three helicopters were flying in from a distance.
Liu Zheng immediately commanded the Kunlun disciples to pick up the corpses of the injured and his fellow disciples, and quickly evacuated them from the City God's Temple. The towering white hair of the Drought Man at the edge of the City God's Temple had now shown a withered yellow color and was gradually withering. The Kunlun Taoist destroyed the drought evil without much effort. Liu Zheng and several elderly Taoist priests used blinding spells one after another, and a large number of Kunlun disciples finally withdrew from the City God's Temple without any danger.
As soon as the Kunlun Taoist priests entered the city, they immediately broke into pieces, took off their Taoist robes and changed into secular clothes, and left Shanghai in batches. After Wen Leyang reported to Xiao Yi that he was safe, he followed Liu Zheng, Tianshu and several Kunlun elders. They settled in a dilapidated Taoist temple in the suburbs of Shanghai.
Tianshu Zhenren is a swordsman who lives in seclusion to protect the world. Although he was seriously injured, he was first treated by Aizi and then performed martial arts to heal the injury. Now he is just physically weak and cannot use his magical powers. He is not in serious danger of life or death, and his spirit is not bad. After sitting down, he showed a smile to Wen Leyang: "Are you a descendant of Cai Jarzi?"
Wen Leyang sighed inwardly and corrected carefully: "The master's real name is Tuoxie." Wen Leyang was not surprised. Jade Sword Wrapping Huan could tell from the wrong punches that he was the descendant of Master Tuoxie. Tianshu Zhenren naturally can also.
Master Tianshu smiled openly: "Whether it's Tuo Xie or Cai Jar Zi, he's just this person anyway! The cat demon caused a huge disaster. Your master helped him to do evil. If we meet again in the future, we must first treat him." That battle was fought two thousand years ago!"
After saying that, Tianshu paused for a moment before continuing: "You don't have to panic. It wasn't you who broke the Sky Cone two thousand years ago. If you want to help your master in the future, just do it. If you have anything to ask now, just ask. That’s it. You’ve finished asking, I also have something to ask.”
Wen Leyang wondered why I was so scared. He cleared up his thoughts a little more clearly in his mind, stopped saying polite words, and directly asked the Book of Heaven: "Has the nine-headed monster Liu Xiang escaped from the Black and White Island?" (Full version) Novel Network www.qUAnbEn-xIaosHuo.com)