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Chapter 70 Primordial Kun Ghost Art

The Huawu army knew Jiang Xiaoliu's strength very well, so he clasped his fists and agreed, covering Hongwu, Lingjian, and Xiaoyue and retreated.

"Friend Qingyang, your fire dragon is really powerful. If you burn him a few more times, I think this army of ghosts will be wiped out."

Qingyang swallowed a elixir, and his face turned pale: "Fellow Daoist today, I have heard that you are extremely powerful in Taoism and supernatural powers. I really have no strength, so I will withdraw first."

"Withdraw? A-level missions, this has killed more than half of them. If you don't want it, you don't want it?"

A trace of struggle flashed in Qingyang's eyes: "It's a pity that there is really no way to continue here. If I forcefully stay here, I'm afraid I will die."

"Fellow Daoist today, take your leave, don't send it off!"

After finishing speaking, Master Qingyang pinched a formula, which turned into a cyan flame and disappeared into the sky.

Looking at the army of ghosts gradually encircling him, and the back of Qingyang fleeing away, Jiang Xiaoliu smiled proudly: "It's a good thing you're gone, otherwise I can't help you if you have to follow me to gain experience."

The dark army of evil spirits in the sky seems to have noticed that the Qingyang Taoist who caused them heavy casualties just now has left, leaving Jiang Xiaoliu looking ordinary and easy to bully, so they swarmed frantically, scrambling to get Eat his spiritual strength.

If these evil spirits had seen the Yimu Shenlei thrown by Jiang Xiaoliu just now, they probably wouldn't have done so.

"Suppressing Soul Jiufang Cauldron, come out!"

Jiang Xiaoliu snatched Qiu Dengping, that is, Jue Yu's magic weapon, and gave it to him again. After getting an amazing critical blow, he returned such a top-quality magic weapon, the soul-suppressing Jiufangdingding.

The cauldron was shining golden, exuding ten thousand lights of suppressing evil spirits and expelling ghosts. A golden vortex erupted from the mouth of the cauldron, and the endless army of ghosts was swallowed into it.

At the same time, Jiang Xiaoliu's mana decreased rapidly, and it was rapidly consumed as the number of evil spirits swallowed by the soul-suppressing Jiufang cauldron increased.

The soul-suppressing nine-square tripod formed its own space, and Jiang Xiaoliu came to a huge bronze hall with a thought.

Countless evil spirits, with dull eyes, knelt down to worship a Nine Dragon sculpture in the hall.

Every time one more evil spirit is subdued in, the Kowloon sculpture will be more attractive, and there are many evil spirits in the outside world, at least tens of thousands, but they have no resistance in front of the top-grade magic weapon Jiufang Ding, and there will be one in the blink of an eye. Thousands of evil spirits were sucked into the cauldron, suppressed in the bronze hall, and became a part of worshiping Kowloon.

It seemed that the mastermind behind the scenes didn't want his army of evil spirits to be destroyed. The remaining army of evil spirits retreated quickly, and accurately plunged into the screaming corpses on the ground.

The zombie army was full of spirits, its eyes were blood red, and its muscles were bulging high. Dark brown veins spread all over its body like small earthworms.

Soul Suppressing Jiufang Ding has a strong ability to suppress and kill invisible evil spirits, but it is powerless against the visible and qualitative zombie army, unless Jiang Xiaoliu makes the best use of him and treats him as an indestructible The weapon is smashed, otherwise the top-grade magic weapon at this moment will not be able to exert much power.

"pity."

Jiang Xiaoliu wanted to take this opportunity to gather all the army of tens of thousands of evil spirits into the tripod and kneel down to worship the Kowloon sculpture, to see what amazing changes could happen.

"You won't come out, will you? Well, I'll kill all your men, and I'll see if you can hold your breath."

Jiang Xiaoliu has long used the method of penetrating the deep to peek at the emptiness, but the people behind the scenes seem to be very busy, and they can't find where he hides at all.

"Wang Lin, Xuan Zhen, kill them fiercely, leaving no one behind."

The two apprentices applauded loudly.

Wang Lin's Taoist robe of water and fire is invulnerable to swords and guns, even if he is black and stiff, he can't get close to him, and the top-grade Yuqingfa sword in his hand is like chopping melons and vegetables, chopping countless zombies to pieces, and then a five-meter-thick giant tree thick as a thigh, also The smashed zombie's tendons were broken, and it couldn't get up at all.

Xuan Zhen was even more vigorous.

"Nine Suns Divine Art" paired with "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon" is simply a perfect match.

One is the internal energy of the most rigid and yang, and the other is the external energy of the most rigid and yang. The power erupted by the combination of the two is far more than that simple as one plus one equals two.

The dragon horns, dragon beard, and dragon scales are more realistic, winding and circling, with infinite power, and the corpses exploded into flesh and blood all over the sky. Even the evil spirits among them were not spared, and were blasted into nothingness by the hot masculine energy.

For the rest of the zombies killed by Wang Lin, the evil spirits hiding in their bodies got out one after another and fled around, but the next moment they were swallowed by the Jiufang Cauldron above their heads.

The two were devastated, and there was no single enemy in the nearly ten thousand zombie army, and the more they fought, the more they killed, the stronger they became. In daily practice, the places where magical powers operate differently, and the joints where martial arts are not smooth, are suddenly enlightened in the endless fighting. There is a sense of enlightenment.

A pair of eyes suddenly condensed in the black mist, looking at the two in surprise, full of surprise: "These two little devils have so much mana, can't they consume it all?"

Although Wang Lin had only trained Qi at the fourth level, the "Qingdi Yimu Jue" originally represented the vitality of all things. The mana in his body was endless, and the cycle went on and on. He could recover his mana in just a few breaths, so he didn't have to worry about the consumption of fighting.

Although Xuanzhen's "Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon" consumes physical strength, the "Nine Suns Divine Art" is also thick and dense, and is known for its rapid recovery. Back then, Zhang Wuji suffered three extinct palms, but he recovered after a short while of cross-legged adjustment, which shows this skill of mystery.

"I found you, come out for me!"

Jiang Xiaoliu's spiritual sense is so sharp, the black hand behind the dark place showed his head a little, and he was immediately sensed, and the three "Tianmu God Needles" were shot out in the shape of a character, and he approached the pair of people in the black mist almost in the blink of an eye. eyes.

"What kind of spell is this, sharp and sharp."

"Imperial kun ghost art, swallowing stars!"

The eyes in the darkness suddenly screamed, and the boundless black mist turned into a huge animal mouth, filled with rows of fangs, and the black vortex in the mouth erupted with a huge suction force far exceeding the soul-suppressing Jiufangding, The three indestructible "Tianmu magic needles" were sucked in in the blink of an eye, and Jiang Xiaoliu couldn't sense it anymore.

"Huh? Can you actually swallow my supernatural power?"

"Yimu Shenlei, swallow me again!"

With a wave of his hand, a blue divine thunder was shot out, and the animal mouth "Jie Jie Jie" couldn't stop laughing strangely, and swallowed it in one gulp.

"burst!"

The moment the telepathy was cut off, Jiang Xiaoliu controlled the blue thunderball to explode.

The huge beast's mouth trembled violently, and a large amount of black mist continuously overflowed from the beast's mouth, which seemed to be a bit loose, but the next moment more black mist was sucked into the mouth, and it soon stabilized.

"Oh, I don't believe it anymore, come again!"

Jiang Xiaoliu took a deep breath, burst out with a powerful aura, and shouted: "Yimu Lianzhu Shenlei, kill!"

A series of nine Yimu Shenlei flew over.

The eyes in the black mist were taken aback, and they quickly shut their mouths, about to escape.

But Yimu Shenlei, who was on the way, suddenly disappeared, and got into the beast's mouth that was too late to close at the critical moment.

Black mist eyes: "..."

"Boom!"

A dull thunderous explosion sounded from the beast's mouth, and the endless black mist in the void was like boiling water, trembling and rolling crazily, and countless blue lightnings as thin as gossamer came out of thin air, in the infinite Shuttle and oscillate in the black mist, a large amount of black mist was silenced by Leisi, dissipated invisible, and a ray of sunlight shone down again.

Not long after, the sun shone brightly, and the dark and gloomy funeral parlor was seen again. Unfortunately, except for the devastation and the stumped limbs and arms everywhere, this place is no longer the same.

(End of this chapter)