Cannon fodder's counterattack

The gate of hell is open!

Under the dark clouds, everything as far as the eye can see is scarlet.

hum-

With a muffled sound, at the end of the sky, a tall figure quietly appeared between the black gates. The figure stepped forward and landed on the bloody light array.

The light array flashed a few times, and the scarlet blood turned into nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, dark ghostly energy appeared out of thin air and spread from the center of the light array.

In just a few breaths, the light array faded away from its scarlet color and became dark and cold.

The light pillar connecting the sky and the earth suddenly dissipated, and the scattered red spiritual light gradually turned into countless dark lights, regrouped, and formed two palm-sized shadows.

"The remnant soul of the monk?"

Following a deep voice, two phantoms were swept up by several sudden strands of dark light and flew towards the light array.

Above the light array.

The tall figure was wrapped in a dark ghost aura. Everyone could not see his face clearly, but they could feel the powerful pressure in the ghost aura.

Han Lu frowned and asked secretly: "Jiuxu, can you find out this person's cultivation level?"

Jiuxu was silent for a moment, his voice solemn.

"I can only faintly feel the aura of ghosts and immortals."

It’s actually a ghost!

Han Lu said in a deep voice: "The strength of the ghost immortal is already equivalent to that of the Taoist Master Du Jie, but with the power of Yun Zheng's soul in the early stage of integration, how can he summon the ghost immortal? Even if Yun Ling's body is sacrificed, it will not be possible. Maybe, unless...he has a back-up plan!"

He glanced sharply at the figure in the center of the array, and then he didn't dare to delay any longer. He cautiously took a few steps back before flying away.

but.

Han Lu just moved his steps, and countless dark lights quickly fell from mid-air.

The dark light rose in the wind and condensed into countless dense black mist. The black mist flew quickly, carrying endless pressure. In just an instant, he was trapped in place from all directions.

Seeing this, Han Lu immediately stopped and did not dare to move again.

The tall figure standing solemnly in the light array only glanced at Han Lu casually. Seeing that he stopped moving, he lowered his eyes again and looked at the two shadows in front of him.

"You called me here, but what is your wish?"

Hearing this, Yun Zheng, who only had a trace of residual soul consciousness left, couldn't help but show excitement, and then excitedly pointed at Han Lu below and yelled.

Unfortunately, he couldn't make any sound.

The figure seemed to be pleased by Yun Zheng's ferocious and ridiculous appearance. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, and with a wave of his hand, Yun Zheng's gloomy voice rang out.

"I want them to die! No one of the four of us can be left behind. I want them to die and their souls to be scattered!"

"Oh, that's quite a lot to ask for."

The figure hidden in the black mist sounded dissatisfied, but as Yun Zheng wished, his eyes fell on Han Lu. He waved his sleeves lightly, and the black mist that trapped Han Lu rolled up.

The next moment, Han Lu felt a pain in his soul, and the Jiuji Divine Void Tower hidden in his chest suddenly burst out of his body and flew into the distance with a "whoosh".

However, before the Jiuji Shenxu Tower flew a few feet, a dark light fell from the sky and blocked its path.

"It's actually a semi-artifact."

The figure sighed with interest and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that the girl Qingzhi actually said it right. During this trip to the spirit world, I will encounter something good. Even though it is only a semi-divine weapon, But it’s not bad.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to grab it, and the Jiuji Shenxu Tower flew towards the light array involuntarily.

Seeing this scene, Han Lu ignored the thick ghostly fog surrounding him. He waved his long sleeves and dazzling golden light shot out, sweeping fiercely towards the black fog around him.

Immediately afterwards, he formed seals quickly.

A faint dark gold light flashed across his eyebrows in an instant, and the Jiuji Shenxu Tower that had flown into the air suddenly stopped. The tower flashed a few times, disappeared out of thin air in front of everyone, and reappeared in Han Lu's palm.

"Ok?"

The figure whispered in surprise, then suddenly smiled and sighed: "The smell of the weapon spirit..."

really not bad!

The smile on Fucang's lips deepened, and there was a slight greed in his eyes, "Haha, the harvest this time is a bit big!"

He made a magic formula casually, and the ghostly aura surrounding him immediately surged up, roaring down, and rolled towards the Jiuji Shenxu Pagoda in Han Lu's hand.

Han Lu immediately stepped away, raised his hand and made a move, and the Fusheng Sword fell into his palm.

The ghost energy of the netherworld has its own evil power. If you use magic power, you will definitely not be able to resist it. However, if it is the most yang and strong Geng metal energy, you may be able to fight it!

He slashed horizontally with his sword, unleashing countless dazzling golden lights. The golden light was dazzling, wrapped in a cold sword energy, and collided fiercely with the sweeping ghost energy.

boom!

There was a loud noise and spiritual waves spread out.

The rich ghost energy remained undiminished, and the sword array composed of sword energy trembled slightly, making a few click sounds, but after a few breaths of stalemate, it shattered with a "bang".

The ghost energy surged up again without stopping.

Han Lu quickly retreated, and at the same time he created a sword technique with his left hand. A palm-sized sword shadow immediately shot out from his dantian. The sword shadow rushed away and rushed into the Fusheng Sword.

In an instant, the Fusheng Sword lit up with countless dazzling golden lights.

Golden light rose into the sky, and the originally ferocious ghost aura was shattered and swallowed up by the solid sword energy surrounding the golden light, and gradually dissipated.

Fucang, who was standing in the air, said softly "Hey" and said in surprise: "You can actually break through my ghost energy, you are quite capable!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a step forward, and the ghostly aura lingering around him automatically acted as a clone and flew down, instantly arriving in front of Han Lu.

The clone was wrapped in a black robe, and his body shape and face could not be discerned. He raised his hand and waved, and a spear fell into his hand out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, the spear circle attacked Han Lu.

Han Lu's eyes were cold, his sword pointed forward, and he went forward.

Clang——

The guns and swords met, and a sharp and harsh sound burst out.

Violent spiritual waves exploded from all sides, earth and trees flew, and the space shook.

A person and a figure counted back and forth, and then they saw a figure flying out and falling a few feet away with a "bang". At the same time, a spear was shot out from the continuously exploding spiritual waves, and it chased after the clone. Flying Hanyul.

Han Lu landed awkwardly, but before he could stabilize his figure, a powerful attack came again with a portable spear.

Life and death, only one breath.

He immediately threw the Floating Sword, formed seals with both hands, and the spiritual energy from his body poured into the sword continuously. Dense spiritual patterns climbed up the sword body, forming a sword formation around it.

boom!

There was a loud noise and guns and swords collided.

Han Lu groaned, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Fucang's clone slowly landed on the ground, walked leisurely behind the spear, and with a seemingly casual wave of his arm, the Fusheng Sword could no longer resist and began to tremble.

The next moment, only a few "clicks" were heard, and the huge sword array shattered.