With swords and sticks, more than thirty hideous-looking ghost soldiers rushed towards Tang Song in unison. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The bodies of the ghost soldiers were created by the condensation of ghost qi from the corpses that had lost their flesh and blood, so they were not afraid of pain at all. When facing martial cultivators with strong physical strength, they were able to rely on this advantage to fight to the death.

Bounching down to dodge a large knife, Tang Song swept his legs behind his back and kicked a ghost soldier several meters away.

Fist ** replace, with the palm as the blade, with the leg as the whip. Tang Song was like a nimble swimming dragon in the fight of more than thirty ghost soldiers, and he could split the head of a ghost soldier with one hand.

The souls of the ghost soldiers were hidden in their heads, as long as the heads were broken, the souls had no place to stay, and the scattered souls were devoured by Han Xiang's son and mother jade one by one.

Shen Xiaoyu had previously consumed a lot of soul power in order to help Han Xiang complete the forbidden technique that was not me, and at this time, with the souls of these ghost soldiers as a tonic, I believe that Shen Xiaoyu's injuries would definitely heal soon.

One jump, Tang Song kicked in mid-air, and when he landed, there were several more rotten heads.

The last ghost soldier roared loudly after seeing Tang Song easily deal with his companions, and his eyes actually burst into bright green light.

He was planning to blow up his soul. Although the ghost soldier is a lost person, if he destroys his soul, then all life will be completely lost.

There is no reincarnation, no cause and effect, and there is no breath of him in the Heavenly Dao cycle.

The moment the soul bursts open, the mental power will produce a shockwave to the outside world. This ghost soldier just wanted to use this idea to impact and kill Tang Song.

If he had a choice, he would never have burst his soul. But if he didn't do it, he would also be broken by Tang Song's body, and his soul would be turned into soul power to nourish Shen Xiaoyu by Han Xiang's mother and son jade.

Both horizontally and vertically are dead, so it's better to fight with the martial arts in front of you.

The distance between this ghost soldier and Tang Song was less than ten meters, and at this time, his soul was already violently turbulent, and it would explode in an instant, even if Tang Song wanted to stop him, it would be impossible.

With a "boom", the ghost soldier's head suddenly exploded, and a wave of thought surged towards Tang Song.

This kind of thought impact was not enough to kill Tang Song, but after all, this ghost soldier was also a thousand-year-old demon, and if this thought impact entered Tang Song's soul sea, it would still cause him a lot of damage.

At the moment when the ghost soldier's head burst, Tang Song's feet moved, his body fell backwards, and his right hand was raised in front of him.

The speed of the fluctuation of the invisible thought gradually slowed down as Tang Song's right hand was raised, and when this thought reached Tang Song's palm a foot away, it finally came to a complete standstill.

A faint vitality lingered around this wave of thoughts, and Tang Song felt the existence of this thought, and his five fingers were slightly bent.

The vitality was instantly mixed with the wave of thought and converged.

"Everything is back to its roots!"

As soon as the words came out, the vitality also worked. The wave of thoughts generated by the ghost soldier's destruction of the cauldron also came to naught.

All things return to the source, turning all matter and energy into the original origin of heaven and earth. This move was taught by Yu Gong himself, which can simplify the complex and make the difficult easy, and its mysteries are like supernatural powers.

The crisis had been contacted, and the seventeen girls cried with joy, and gathered around Tang Song and Han Xiang.

But the sound of the fight here had already attracted the attention of the rest of the ghost soldiers, but after a while, a large group of ghost soldiers came.

Most of the ghost soldiers in the middle of the mountain have already come to Tiger Mountain, which serves as their base camp, and there are almost 9,000 ghost soldiers before and after.

The resentment emanating from these ghost soldiers alone was enough to crush Tang Song and Han Xiang.

But it took so long for the two of them to come to Tiger Mountain, and it wasn't just a matter of rushing during this period of time.

Miracles always happen, Han Xiang was very grateful to Tang Song for his encouragement, if it weren't for Tang Song's insistence on fighting the ghost soldiers, he might have given up resisting.

At this moment, there are already hundreds of ghost soldiers who have come to the waterhole, and the number is still increasing.

Han Xiang stepped forward, reached out and tore off his shirt, exposing his upper body.

At this time, Han Xiang's whole body was covered with strange lines, and as his hands formed a magic seal, dazzling arcs of electricity also burst out of his naked body.

Furley Demon Demon! Han Xiang actually used his body as a rune paper and drew a large Dao rune.

But if this alone is not possible, it is impossible to subdue so many ghost soldiers, you must know that this Fulei Demon condensed with the flesh as a rune paper is only a little larger, and it is not easy to kill hundreds of ghost soldiers.

What's more, there are 9,000 ghost soldiers stationed here.

But this catastrophe brought such an opportunity to Han Xiang. At this time, the terrifying Heavenly Tribulation had ended, so the thunder and lightning intertwined between heaven and earth also disappeared. But the thunder generated by those Heavenly Tribulations was still wandering around.

If no one is going to deal with these thunders, it won't be long before they dissipate on their own. But now, these rich thunder qi provided Han Xiang's Thunder Demon with a steady stream of energy.

What is the Tao?

The sages have clouds: man is the law of the earth, the earth is the law of the sky, the heaven is the law, and the Tao is the nature.

The Tao is to conform to the changes of nature, to sense the breath of nature, and to use this force of nature to achieve supreme merit.

Han Xiang's hands changed rapidly, and he used himself as a guide to attract the thunder qi on Tiger Mountain.

Tang Song stepped forward and stood in front of Han Xiang to prevent Han Xiang from being injured by the ghost soldiers while doing the law.

The seventeen girls all looked calm, and they stood behind Tang Song and Han Xiang, observing the movements around them.

The moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the bright moonlight is reflected on the cold pool, sparkling.

Everyone fought against the water, and there was no intention of flinching in the face of the gradually increasing number of ghost soldiers.

The ghost soldiers had already discovered that more than 30 of their companions stationed by the waterhole had been killed, but they couldn't figure out the depth of the other party's cultivation, so they didn't make a move.

However, at this time, the number of ghost soldiers has become more and more, and the worries in their hearts are gradually disappearing.

A ghost soldier was the first to roar, raising the long knife in his hand to kill Tang Song.

Immediately afterwards, a group of ghost soldiers also rushed towards Tang Song and the others.

The momentum is like an eagle striking the sky, and it is like a hungry tiger pounceing on food. Tang Song's figure flickered, and the person had already moved forward.

The ghost soldier who hit the striker, before the long knife in his hand could fall towards Tang Song, his chest was slammed into by Tang Song.

Tang Song's cultivation in the martial arts had reached the B-level middle, and the power that erupted under this level of cultivation was no less than that of a wild elephant.

This ghost soldier was suddenly knocked away by Tang Song, and his body rushed backwards like a cannonball. As a result, more than a dozen ghost soldiers behind him were also knocked to the ground by him.

One husband is a pass, and ten thousand people are not open.

Tang Song stood in front of hundreds of ghost soldiers, like an iron pillar, no matter how these ghost soldiers rushed to kill him, he didn't take a step back.

In just a few minutes, nearly 100 ghost soldiers fell to the ground, some were directly smashed by Tang Song's heads and souls dissipated, and some lost the possibility of fighting again.

The smell of corpses permeated the place, making people want to vomit when they smelled it.

After a long time of attacking, these ghost soldiers also began to be afraid of Tang Song, and they retreated around Tang Song one by one.

On the low slope not far away, another group of ghost soldiers had also arrived. The general at the head looked at this scene, waved back, and ordered loudly: "Release the arrow!" ”

More than 200 ghost soldiers lined up, each of these ghost soldiers was strong and powerful, and the ghost qi on their bodies was also very abundant.

Remove the longbow from your shoulder and place the sharp arrow from the quiver on the string. These ghost soldiers moved in unison, with a bang, and all the sharp arrows came out of the string, pointing directly at a few Han people not far away.

The sound of "whooshing" wind came from above his head, and Tang Song's scalp suddenly tingled when he looked at it.

Hundreds of sharp arrows burst through the air, densely packed like a swarm of locusts.

He was strong in martial arts and could block this rain of arrows, but Han Xiang and seventeen girls behind him must have been injured.

"Those who are angry resist emptiness out of thin air. Draw the power of all things to ......"

Tang Song's hands were clasped together, and in an instant, a whirlwind surged from all around him, and the intensity of his vitality was jaw-dropping.

"Up!" Tang Song let out a loud shout, and pushed his hands towards the rain of arrows that were overwhelming the sky, and the vitality around him suddenly converged into a whirlwind and rushed towards hundreds of sharp arrows.

Under Tang Song's manipulation, the whirlwind swept sharp arrows towards the two hundred ghost soldiers on the low slope.

The rain of arrows suddenly changed its trajectory, and the arrows turned in opposite directions.

A few seconds later, a wolf-like howl sounded on the low slope, and at least half of the ghost soldiers were killed in an instant in the rain of arrows.

This time he made a move, the consumption of Tang Song's own spiritual power was huge, and I saw that his arms trembled slightly, and a lot of sweat had already oozed from the back of his neck.

However, in this way, those ghost soldiers were also frightened by Tang Song, and they ran backwards one by one with a scream.

They originally only thought that Tang Song was good at martial arts, but how would they know that the other party still had thaumaturgy.

Tang Song snorted coldly, and was just about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but Han Xiang behind him stopped him.

"It's hard work, so let's rest for a while."

Tang Song turned to look at Han Xiang, who was covered in dazzling thunder, and his long hair was also dry and curly in the thunder and lightning.

Thunder and lightning were flowing in Han Xiang's body, so at this time, Han Xiang's body was also in a translucent state, and Tang Song could still see the current walking downstream of Han Xiang's cortex at a glance.

Han Xiang didn't care about these changes that happened in his body, he smiled at Tang Song, and then walked towards the large number of ghost soldiers.

"The Demon of Thunder!"

Han Xiang's expression was cold, and he shouted out this style of Taoism word by word.

Immediately after, the runes depicted on his body shone brightly, and streams of electricity burst out of his body, swimming along the surface of the ground or directly in the air to form thick lightning bolts.

The ghost soldiers howled and ran into the distance, but no matter how fast they were, they could not outsmart the lightning.

Han Xiang's eyes sank, and he slowly raised his hand towards the place where the ghost soldiers were concentrated.

As long as the finger is pointed, the lightning in the sky and the electricity on the surface rush wherever it goes.

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