People in Ultraman: Dark Summoning

As his low shout rang out, countless black shadows gushed out from the ground like a tide, and quickly gathered together to condense into an extremely thick black rope, rushing towards Noyama Takashi with a fierce momentum.

In the blink of an eye, the black rope tightly wrapped around Noyama Takashi's body like a spirit snake.

However, Noyama Takashi is by no means an ordinary person.

His muscles were tensed and his strength exploded instantly, trying to break free from the restraints by becoming bigger.

At the same time, two dazzling rays of light shot out from his eyes, trying to burn the shadow rope with the powerful eye light.

Not only that, he also used all his strength, relying on amazing strength to struggle continuously, trying to break free.

Under Noyama Takashi's series of fierce attacks, the originally indestructible shadow rope began to tremble slightly, and tiny cracks appeared on the surface.

Although these cracks are inconspicuous, they are enough to prove the terrifying strength of Noyama Takashi.

When Cheng Ji saw this scene, he became very anxious and used his special skills without hesitation.

He was seen mumbling something:

"The Secret of Legalism:

The sky and earth are dark yellow, the universe is vast, the law comes first, and the line is drawn as a prison!"

As the words fell, Cheng Ji rose into the air and his right hand quickly drew a circular pattern in the air.

At the same time, a circle of the same size appeared without warning under Noyama Takashi's feet, as if it was imprisoned by an invisible force, making it unable to move.

"good chance!"

The people watching the fight exclaimed in unison.

At this moment, an old monk over 70 years old with white beard and beard suddenly walked out of the crowd.

His eyes were sharp, his hands quickly formed seals, and then he suddenly pushed forward with a palm.

"Bodhi Mahamudra!"

Along with the old monk's angry roar, a huge golden palm print rushed towards Ye Shanxiao.

Almost at the same time, another man quickly drew his bow and arrow, aimed at Noyama Takashi and shot an arrow.

"Four Spirit Arrows, go!"

The man just shouted, and four sharp arrows cut through the sky like lightning.

However, what was surprising was that when the four arrows hit Noyama Takashi, they did not penetrate his body, but instantly transformed into the shadows of four ancient sacred beasts, the Azure Dragon, the White Tiger, the Vermillion Bird, and the Black Tortoise, and pounced towards Noyama Takashi's head and chest respectively.

Faced with such a fierce attack, Noyama Takashi had no way to dodge. He could only stare with his eyes wide open and watch these deadly attacks coming towards him.

'boom.....'

Accompanied by a loud bang, everyone widened their eyes, staring at the scene in front of them with bated breath, eager to know whether Noyama Takashi was alive or dead.

At this moment, a dazzling silver-white light suddenly burst out from the smoke-filled area and pierced through the old monk's chest as quickly as lightning.

The old monk was caught off guard and instinctively lowered his head, staring at the shocking bloody hole on his chest, an indescribable pain appearing on his face.

He raised his palms tremblingly, slowly put them together, opened his lips slightly, and murmured in a low voice:

"Amitabha....."

Before he could finish his words, his body fell from mid-air like a kite with a broken string.

After landing, his expression became exceptionally serene and peaceful, as if he had escaped from the troubles of this world and been reborn in the Western Paradise.

"Hahahaha...this is what happens when you go against me!"

When the smoke cleared, Noyama Takashi's arrogant and domineering appearance was revealed to everyone.

He laughed wildly with triumph, and then continued to break the forbidden spell without stopping.

"puff...."

Pei Yan, who was standing by, could no longer suppress the surging blood in his heart and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

But he did not stop his actions, still gritting his teeth, trying his best to infuse a steady stream of energy into the Shadow Rope.

"what to do?"

The only remaining archer looked solemnly at the empty quiver behind him, tightly gripping the precious bow in his right hand. He was secretly anxious in his heart, frowning as he thought hard about how to deal with the situation.

At this moment, a clear and pleasant voice, as beautiful as a yellow oriole singing out of a valley, suddenly sounded:

"Cousin, give me a hand!"

Then, a woman in white clothes came galloping from a distance like a dancing fairy.