The situation has taken a turn for the worse, and before we gathered together to besiege Mr. Fu, now we are besieged by a group of ghosts from the underworld.

The situation can be described as critical.

At this critical juncture, all we can do is fight to the death.

All kinds of spiritual light shone brightly, illuminating half of the sky, and after continuous bombardment, I had to retreat again and again.

From my personal point of view, of course, I don't want to retreat any further, but unfortunately the manpower is sometimes poor, and I can't stop the onslaught of Mr. Fu and the same horse.

The situation of the other people is not much better than mine, Lu Zhenren's face is gray, and he is about to be completely defeated.

The immortal fire of pure yang has been ignited in the body of the horse face who fought with me, and it is as poisonous as it is to the existence of these yin and evil ghosts who are essentially yin and evil ghosts.

Mr. Fu has realized that it is impossible to make us give up resistance, so he no longer persuades each other, and blindly summons his bulls and horses to launch a fierce attack.

I immediately lowered my mind, and a red-golden flame suddenly appeared again on the Fumu Dharma.

It was originally an illusory aspect of the law, but now it has been cracked a lot.

In the cracks, the crimson golden pure yang fire continued to surge outward.

Originally, I didn't plan to use this move, because after using this move, the Dharma Seed that I had cultivated with great difficulty would completely disappear.

I am now one step away from the true Dharma Phase, and it is naturally very important for me to condense the Dharma Seed in advance.

With this Dharma Phase, I was able to successfully break through the realm and turn the Fumu Dharma Phase behind it into reality.

Of course, just condensing the aura between heaven and earth and making it appear as an entity is not really real.

Now that the seed of the Dharma Phase has been broken and disappeared without a trace, I don't know what impact it will have on my future cultivation.

But one thing is certain, I think it will be more difficult to break through to the realm of the Faxiang.

So, of course I don't want to do it, but I can't do it if I don't.

Soon, Fumu Faxiang turned into a golden pillar of fire that seemed to be able to connect heaven and earth, rising two or three hundred meters.

Thanks to the current state of the Dharma Seed, I have also been greatly improved.

An indescribable force appeared in my body, and my feet moved slightly, and I flew into the air.

There is also a forbidden formation prepared by Mr. Fu and them in advance, and this formation cannot isolate the aura mana, so the red golden pillar of fire transformed by the Fumu method can rush through the formation without hindrance.

This formation was about to stop me now, and I didn't make much movement, just slowly raised my hands.

A little golden flame appeared on the tip of my finger, leaning forward slightly.

Suddenly, the golden flames spread in the air within a radius of five or six miles.

The sound of thudging was incessant, and every few breaths, a flash of fire burst from the woods beneath the golden sea of fire.

Those are the arrangements that Mr. Fu and they prepared in advance, and they should be things like array plates.

Now, I've ruined it all.

When Mr. Fu saw that I had come with such a hand, he was also very surprised at the moment, and immediately withdrew from the previous smug expression.

This time, Mr. Fu did not beckon his bull-headed horses to rush forward, but pounced on himself with three soul-devouring forks.

A gust of yin wind swept in, and a ghost king with a face like black charcoal and a pair of white curved horns rushed to kill.

As Mr. Fu waved the three strands of the Soul Eater Fork in his hand, he saw one after another hideous ghosts flying out of the tip of the Soul Eater Fork.

It is not difficult to see that these ghosts were swallowed by the three soul devouring forks before they died, and turned into the food of the power of this magic weapon, and now they have reappeared in the world, not to be free again, but to have three soul devouring forks... It should be said that Mr. Fuku's puppet.

When Mr. Fu killed me again, there were no less than thousands of hideous ghosts in front of him.

With this number of ghosts, anyone who looks at it is a little timid.

Especially among these ghosts, there is not even a single lonely ghost and wild ghost, all of them are evil ghosts and ghosts.

These ghosts are not good when they are placed in the group of ghosts, and when they gather in one place, you can imagine how strong their strength is.

I felt the force right now, and it seemed that there was a force hidden in my body, and I could feel its presence, but I couldn't mobilize it.

I understand that it is the prohibition between heaven and earth, that is, the barrier of heaven.

It sets the upper limit of power.

I thought that this boundary had changed, but I didn't expect it to be like this.

But as soon as I thought of the King of Inspiration and the Buddha of Fixing Light, I immediately shook my head.

On the contrary, I have a feeling that Mr. Fu, who is rushing over on the other side, is the one who has been suppressed.

I felt like I was holding the Ruomu Sword, and the pure yang mana was constantly injected into it, blocking the advance of the ghost tide at the moment.

Soon, in the wail, a number of ghosts were lit like candles, but under the burning speed dozens of times faster than that, they quickly melted, and finally disappeared completely.

Because these powerful ghosts and the like were all puppets of the three-strand Soul Eater Fork, countless puppets formed the three-strand Soul Eater Fork.

Now that countless puppets have been destroyed, the power of the three Soul Eater Forks has also begun to decay.

But this change is still too slow to affect the overall situation at all.

But anyway, I was in the middle of this brutal battle, and I didn't get hurt at all.

Mr. Fu was expecting his puppets to bring him good news, but he didn't expect it to backfire.

Although the Pure Yang Fire had not been able to completely destroy this thing, the gaps in the three soul eater forks, one after another, the size of a grain of rice, still made Mr. Fu's heart ache incomparably.

If I can keep this power in my possession, not to mention the question of whether I can destroy them all, at least it will be easy to escape from Mr. Fuku's clutches with everyone.

But I don't have a lot of time.

It's just that after a short while, the pillar of fire that was transformed by the Fumu Law behind me has actually changed.

The pillar of fire was much lower than before, and it was still dissipating.

This was certainly not good news for me, and as the pillar of fire dissipated, I felt more and more like my body becoming weaker.

Seeing this, Mr. Fu simply stopped moving forward, but stopped in place, his body changed for a while, and he changed back to the appearance of a middle-aged man again.

Mr. Fu can not be in a hurry and watch the play from the sidelines, but I can't.

For me, every second is precious.

So I didn't stop to confront him, but quickly rushed to other directions.

At this time, Huang Bawang was grabbing the horns of a bull's head, and his one-handed fist greeted his opponent's head like raindrops.

(End of chapter)