Because it has not been contained, those who have been infected into monsters have recklessly chased and bitten each other, and in this short period of the night, half of the people in Weiyang District have been infected.

Wu Ran's face was filled with a confident and arrogant smile, and with a wave of his big arm, he rang the copper bell in his hand again, and the bell spread melodiously.

Hearing the bell, a large group of monsters with residual temperature on their bodies came, all of them in tattered clothes and covered in blood. Some of their arms were bitten to reveal their bones, some of their faces were gnawed off half of their faces, and some of them were simply pulled out of their internal organs and their intestines dragged to the ground.

In this way, they all obeyed the bell and squeezed over from a dozen nearby streets.

For a moment, under these buildings, there were human heads, no, it was monsters with their heads, and there was a low roar of inhuman voices in a mess.

"Why, so much. The Celestial Master looked at the monsters below, sighed, and secretly exclaimed, causing so many innocent people to be victimized and turned into monsters.

"If we are defeated, the inn will have to send more masters over, and by that time, the defense of the Emperor's headquarters will be weakened, just as the old thief wished. Feng Chendao looked at the gray-robed figure standing on the roof of the building dozens of feet away. If you don't fight, leave......

Wu Ran, who was on the other side, was also looking at these two old Taoists, and he deliberately spoke again as a precaution: "If you want to escape, you can escape, anyway, the old man and these monsters can't stop him." However, after you leave, what will happen in this Chang'an City, the old man can't guarantee it. ”

"You're afraid that we won't accept your move. Feng Chen sneered.

"What is it? Isn't it?" Wu Ran also grimaced. "If you want to go, the rest of the people in the city will be unlucky! As long as you leave, the old man dares to promise that without waiting for dawn, this city will become a monster's lair, and there will never be a living person!"

"Then it will be as you want! We will fight with you, and the net will be broken!" the old heavenly master quickly changed the different Indian forms with his hands, and there were words in his mouth.

"Then let's fight! Let's see what else you can do!" Wu Ran shouted loudly, and suddenly coughed again, he had just been kicked by the Heavenly Master, and two ribs were broken, and when he shouted at this time, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. "What a bastard!"

"Then let's fight!" The seal between the Heavenly Master's hands had been completed, and he bit the tip of his tongue ruthlessly, spurting out a large mouthful of blood on Cheng Yin's hands!

"Senior Brother Shuwen, what are you?" Feng Chen, who was standing next to him, was taken aback.

"Senior brother, do you see what kind of technique I have?" said the Heavenly Master, whose face turned pale after spurting blood. He loosens the knotted pattern with both hands, raises his right hand and draws a semicircle to the lower right, and lowers his left hand to draw a semicircle to the upper left. The blood sprayed on his hands stayed in the air where his hands had been painted, and after the left and right sides had drawn a semicircle, the blood stains drew a circle in front of him.

Then he smeared the blood on his hands in the circle again, and the blood stayed in the air as his palm slashed. At this time, it turned out that a gossip map was drawn in the air with blood.

Then, he kept drawing one obscure spell after another, and as soon as the spell was finished, it flew into the slowly rotating Bagua diagram. When it was finally completed, the Bagua diagram was so full of spells that it was almost impossible to see what it was.

When the Heavenly Master finished doing this, his pale old face was already covered with beads of sweat, he turned his head to look at the dust seal next to him, and asked again: "Now, can you see it?" ”

"Soul Snatcher. Feng Chen's face was solemn, this is a forbidden technique in Taoism, after all, you can take the soul of the living at will, which is an extremely anti-heaven behavior.

"That's right. The Celestial Master turned his head and glanced at the monsters that were bustling on the ground: "Not long after they died, I believe that their souls have not completely left their bodies. Perhaps, I can use the soul snatcher to control their souls and regain control of their bodies. ”

After speaking, he slapped a palm towards the blood-colored gossip diagram suspended in front of him, and the gossip diagram shook, and the spells stuffed in it suddenly flew out, scattered, and scattered, like a group of red loaches diving into the clear water pool, and quickly dispersed.

After the spells were dispersed, the Heavenly Master's right hand turned into a palm and pushed towards the skeleton of the Taiji diagram in front of him, as if giving birth to a strange suction, the Taiji diagram quickly shrank and flew towards his palm, and finally printed on his palm, turning into a red tattoo-like pattern.

"With this forbidden technique, you will lose your life. Feng Chen looked at the Heavenly Master with a solemn face, I don't know if it was an illusion, he looked at this junior disciple of Longhu Mountain, who seemed to be twenty or thirty years older than the previous moment, his white hair became wrinkled, and the wrinkles on his face were more and deeper.

"It's all at this time. I also think about the life span of these decades. The Celestial Master smiled, looking weak and tired. The spells he had previously scattered from the Taiji diagram and flew out had all swooped into the monsters on several nearby streets. As soon as the spell invaded the body, it locked the soul and snatched control of the body.

As Wu Ran said before, there is a limit to his control over the number of monsters, and the Heavenly Master also has it. The spell I had just drawn had only covered two-thirds of all the monsters after all the spells had flown out. This is already the limit of the Heavenly Master.

"Old thief, do you see my trick, but you can still get into it?" the old heavenly master shouted to Wu Ran opposite.

"Not bad. Wu Ran looked down at the monsters below, the remaining one-third of the monsters that were still under his control were being beaten back by the two-thirds controlled by the Heavenly Master, losing arms and legs, and in a short period of time, hundreds of monsters were dismantled and thrown on the ground, and they no longer had combat power.

He was originally afraid that he would really force the two old ways away and leave him to sing a one-man show in this city, so it would be meaningless. That's why he gave the old heavenly master a chance to make a move, and he just wanted to see what else this old Taoist priest was capable of. As a result, I didn't want to, and as soon as this old way made a move, he took away the control of most of the monsters.

"However, do you think that if you say you will snatch it, you will snatch it?" Wu Ran used his magic power and rang the bell again, and the sound of the bell spread, and those monsters controlled by the Heavenly Master covered their heads and fell to the ground one after another, letting out a painful roar.

"He's taking back control of the monster. The Heavenly Master frowned. However, after three or five breaths, half of the monsters whose souls were snatched by him returned to Wu Ran's control.

"In this case, what are you going to do?" Wu Ran smiled contemptuously.

The Heavenly Master snorted disdainfully: "It's just that it has paid more effort and strengthened the strength of control." I thought you had some tricks. ”

After finishing speaking, he frowned, as if he was brewing something, and suddenly bit the tip of his tongue again, and another mouthful of blood sprayed onto the gossip map in his palm, and the gossip map flashed with red light. And those spells that flew into the monsters' minds were strengthened by the Heavenly Master through the Bagua Diagram, and once again forcibly interfered with the control of the souls of those monsters over their bodies.

After squirting this mouthful of blood, the Heavenly Master's face turned even paler.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Feng Chen hurriedly jumped behind him, raised his hand on his back, and passed on his skills.

The Celestial Master let out a low snort of satisfaction, "Much better." ”

Feng Chen nodded.

The monsters below have been regained control by the Celestial Master.

Wu Ran's face was already extremely ugly.

He rang the bell again, but this time instead of snatching control of the two-thirds of the monsters, he let the remaining, less than one-third, of the monsters quickly scatter around.

In the blink of an eye, they disappeared into the dark alleys.

"What is this for?" the Celestial Master glanced back at the old Dao of the Sealed Dust.

The old man also wondered, didn't this old thief want to fight?

Despite his hesitation, the Celestial Master still controlled two-thirds of the monsters, chasing those who fled. A few minutes passed, and the monsters controlled by Wu Ran suffered a lot of damage.

But the two old Taoists didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and the screams that came from the distance in the next moment made his two faces suddenly ugly, and he finally understood Wu Ran's intentions.

Since the control of these two-thirds of the monsters can't be taken back, then they are creating more monsters, using the number to overwhelm the monsters under the control of the Heavenly Master.

"The number of monsters controlled has a lot to do with the depth of one's skills. Wu Ran's smug voice came out from the opposite side: "Just now, I only controlled fifty or sixty thousand heads, and you robbed more than thirty thousand." But it doesn't matter, the last thing in this city is people. I'll just make a few more monsters.

The number of monsters you can control now is already your limit. ”

Wu Ran looked at the old heavenly master's ugly face, and continued to boast: "The amount that the old man can control is several times that of yours. We'll see you in half an hour!"

"Keep fighting like this! Once there are too many of them, they are beyond your control. The whole city will be lost!" The Celestial Master shouted angrily, "You really want to turn this city into a monster's den?"

"If you don't want to, then stop the old man!" Wu Ran was also red-eyed, his monster was actually taken away by this old Taoist soul snatching method, and in the battle for control of the monster, his copper bell corpse control technique was not as good as the old way's soul snatching technique, which somewhat made him angry. They took the risk of dispersing the monsters and letting them pull more people into the water.

It can be seen that although this old Dao is exquisite, it is still a lot weaker in terms of skill compared to his thousands of years of accumulation, which can be seen from the fact that the old Dao only snatched control of two-thirds of the number of monsters. His skill can only support him to control so many heads, otherwise, he would have taken away all the control of all monsters just now.

Looking at the old Dao next to him, it seems that he is not very proficient in the corpse path, from the beginning of the face, to the fight to the present, he has used ordinary Dao methods, and has not used any means against corpses and monsters. It can be inferred in turn that this veteran should be helpless against this kind of scene, and can only rely on passing the internal force to support his teammates. Not substantiated.

Therefore, as long as the number of people under his control is large enough, he can crush the more than 30,000 heads in this area. Even if there are more of them, it doesn't matter if the control of the monster becomes weaker, anyway, this old way is no longer able to snatch more. Just keep it in your hands and don't let the monsters get out of control.

Wu Ran counted like this in his heart, and acted like this.

Just, can it really be as he wants?

Is it true that the Celestial Master can only control so many monsters that he can't add more?

Is it really all that the old man can do now is to help the Heavenly Master pass on his internal strength?

And most importantly, how can he be 100% sure that the number of monsters he will turn into next will not exceed his control?

The future is undecided, everything is unknown,

Tonight's battle, what are the consequences. It's really unpredictable.