Zhang Yang suddenly stopped. There was still a terrifying storm in all directions. Even if he used his soul force field to explore the path, he couldn't get far.
"Without the art of holding stars, we can't get out." Auxiliary Heavenly Master Qian Muyun said leisurely from behind. He was still sitting on a small sedan carried by two paper figures, holding a book in one hand and a lamp in the other. The dim yellow oil lamp looked completely out of place!
"Hoo!" A demonic wind suddenly broke through the blockade of Zhang Yang's soul force field and the invisible heart sword, blowing directly towards Qian Muyun and the oil lamp in his hand.
But almost at the same time, Zhang Yang shattered the demonic wind with a backhand sword of the heart.
"The demon lights up the lamp in the middle of the night. It seems we are in trouble. Head Zhang, the person coming may be a ghost, but the person standing behind must be a demon. I can't deal with it. You have to be careful."
Qian Muyun still said without raising his head, and then he even blew out the oil lamp with a pop.
And his oil lamp seemed a bit mysterious. Zhang Yang didn't feel anything when it was lit before, but now he blew it out and immediately felt a chill to his bones.
At the same time, white ice mist blew in, freezing the big storm in a very short time.
Zhang Yang squinted his eyes and was wary of his surroundings. He had dealt with the Abyss Ghost Clan a long time ago, and even killed the Ghost Queen who was equivalent to the Golden Core stage not long ago, but he did not have a chance to face off against the Abyss Ghost Clan's large army. .
Because, a ghost is easy to deal with, but a ghost clan that can activate a lot of Yin energy is not fun.
"Crack!"
One of Zhang Yang's legs was frozen by a sudden cold current. This seemed to be an opportunity. In an instant, hundreds of white afterimages of lightning jumped up, rushed towards Zhang Yang, and possessed him. This attack almost knocked Zhang Yang's soul out of his body.
You must know that Zhang Yang has eighty-one soul swords to protect his body. If this was an ordinary immortal cultivator in the foundation-building stage, he would be killed in one blow.
"Seeking death!" While Zhang Yang was shocked, the Soul Sword also quickly launched a counterattack. The invisible Soul Sword strangled, leaving more than half of the white shadows screaming, while the rest flew away like lightning and disappeared.
"Stand-in ghost chasers, general-level ghosts, are best at group operations. When the target is unprepared, they charge in groups and can often knock the target's soul out of the body in an instant, making it impossible to defend against it! Zhang Zhang, you can resist it all at once The collision of three hundred and sixty-five substitute soul-chasing ghosts really makes people wonder if you are a spiritual practitioner?"
Qian Muyun's voice sounded again, but before the substitute ghost chaser appeared, this guy suddenly pulled out a large piece of black shroud from somewhere, thus blocking the lock of the substitute ghost chaser.
Zhang Yang didn't say anything. He just said big words, so he had to hold on even though he gritted his teeth.
And in his opinion, Qian Muyun had a lot of tricky and weird ghost things, but it was not enough to really kill these ghosts.
"Invisible Heart Sword! Revealed!"
With a low shout, the surrounding area of several hundred meters suddenly became as bright as day, and the eighty-one invisible heart swords were like eighty-one shooting stars!
At this moment, wherever the sword light shines, there is a chill of the blade that makes one's hair stand on end.
Not the coldness of the ice, but the coldness deep in the soul.
Even Qian Muyun, who was wearing a shroud, couldn't help but shudder several times, including Liu Xueli, who was seriously injured and unconscious, shivering violently.
And the group of substitute ghost chasers who escaped being killed by the soul sword were no exception. They all appeared in unison. Although such attacks were not fatal to ghosts at the level of ghost generals, the moment they revealed their original forms.
Zhang Yang has already constructed twelve second mana circles at lightning speed, based on his natal aura, which were instantly ignited.
Twelve large fireballs compressed at high speed exploded earth-shatteringly.
Although this can only be regarded as an extraordinary attack method, it is still enough to cause fatal damage to these stand-in ghost chasers.
The overwhelming flames swept everything in an instant, and then disappeared completely after a few seconds.
This is the end of the battle.
"When will Lao Liu wake up? Or can you use the Star Pulling Technique?" Zhang Yang asked with a frown. During the battle just now, Qian Muyun was very skillful in hiding, but now he was even more skillful in grabbing the loot.
Although Zhang Yang didn't know the use of the dust dropped by the ghost ghosts after their death, it was definitely very unpleasant.
Qian Muyun did not answer, but was busy holding a donkey skin bag.
"I'm prosperous this time. To be honest, if I didn't already have a boss, I really want to follow you. Tsk, maybe it's because I have little experience. I have never seen any swordsman who can be so clean and neat." To kill so many ghost ghost hunters!"
"How many sword cultivators have you seen?"
"Including you, there are four of them. The other three were hired by the Lord of Yening City at a huge price. But to be honest, don't be too proud. Those three sword cultivators can't even compare to one of your fingers. superior."
"Oh, how many heavenly veins do you have? I heard that any sword cultivator who has opened the five major sword cultivation heavenly veins has an unlimited future and can become an outer disciple of the Dream Sword Sect."
Qian Muyun seemed to have a stream of consciousness, saying whatever came to his mind.
Zhang Yang grinned, but chose to rescue Liu Xueli first. He didn't want to deal with this master of stream of consciousness.
"Don't worry, my boss just died once, and he will be alive in half an hour. He might be able to call us reinforcements."
"Reinforcements? Died once!"
"Hehe, this is the benefit of being a heavenly master. You don't have the opportunity to cultivate as an immortal, but you are never afraid of death, because you can be resurrected at will, as long as hell is still there."
"Hell, is it really that magical?" Zhang Yang was no longer anxious at this time. He felt that he had underestimated these four heavenly masters at first.
"I can't say how magical it is. I can only say that each one performs his own duties. The living will belong to the living, the dead will belong to the dead. Those who cultivate immortals have to pay taxes, so it is better to be a heavenly master!"
When Qian Muyun said these words, his hands were not idle, and in a blink of an eye, he used the ashes of the ghost chasers just now to make eight little people with some kind of gunpowder and clay.
"Eight stand-in ghosts, half of each person, can prevent disaster once when in danger. Of course, this is limited, and it is ineffective when encountering old monsters in the Nascent Soul stage."
"You haven't answered me yet. Don't you know how to draw stars?"
"Yes, but I don't want to die. Don't you think that I don't know that you have caused a big trouble, so you run away in embarrassment? Don't worry, we are true to our word and will bring you out of Black Earth Plains, especially if you still have He gave me one more mortal-level magic word. Hey, let's discuss it. You tell me the mysterious-level magic word you just released, and I will give you a complete map of sword cultivation and heavenly veins. You can practice according to the map on it. With your qualifications, I guarantee that you will master the nine heavenly veins within a hundred years! You can become a core disciple of the Great Dream Sword Sect."
"Is the Dream Sword Sect great?"
Zhang Yang asked.
"Awesome? Very... that is the pure sword cultivator sect closest to Yening City, about one hundred thousand miles away. Those few sword cultivators in Yening City all dream of becoming outer disciples of the Great Dream Sword Sect. Woolen cloth."
"Sorry, I have my own sect, and I am now the leader."
Zhang Yang shook his head, and then looked at the unconscious Liu Xueli, who was waking up quickly.