Zhang Ti'er's body was surrounded by a layer of cloud-covered black air, as if the demon god was wearing a black cloak and descending on this area, which was very visually impactful.

With him as the center, within a radius of dozens of zhang, there is a desolate and murderous atmosphere, this kind of desolate and eternal aura can be clearly detected with the naked eye alone, and once it is touched, you can feel a kind of desolate desolation.

Zhang Ti'er raised her eyes to look at Yin Hong, there was no trace of humanity in her red eyes, no anger, no fear. Some are just endless greed and tyrannical killing, after he completely urged the Hundred Ghost Runes and forcibly melted the Runes into his body, his emotions seemed to have been assimilated by the tyrannical Hundred Ghost Runes, and at this time it was impossible to distinguish who was in the dominant position between the two.

This talisman refined from the ancient battlefield gave him supreme offensive and defensive power, but also asked him for something invisible, and this kind of thing was very likely to be Zhang Ti'er's not too strong soul in Yin Hong's opinion.

Zhang Ti'er turned his head mechanically, the bones on his neck were like a crisp sound like folding green bamboo, although his body was like a meteorite iron cast at this time, he could clearly feel the tremor of his soul, this feeling was like an invisible big hand holding his soul, and it was pulling out little by little.

This feeling is also the first time that Zhang Ti'er has experienced, in the outside world, due to luck, the soldier monk has withered, and he rarely has the opportunity to completely activate this precious Hundred Ghost Runic Cloak against the enemy.

Zhang Ti'er was a little confused, as if he was drunk, and then he took out a cyan talisman from his arms, and gently rubbed it, the cyan talisman did not burn, but slowly turned into curling green smoke with rubbing, he inhaled lightly, and inhaled the wisp of green smoke that the talisman had turned into into a snort.

This talisman of high quality was specially prepared for his trip, and after being rubbed into his body, he could temporarily maintain his peak state, so as not to be corroded by the talisman.

After regaining his senses, the ghost-like mood in Zhang Tier's eyes slowly disappeared, replaced by a scorching and hot battle intent.

He raised his right hand, which was only a piece of white bone, his eyes were as fierce as a knife, what really made him angry and completely urged the rune at a huge price was not because of the hand bone that was almost cut off, but because he was disarmed by Yin Hong!

This is an indelible shame for any soldier monk, and as time goes by, it will burrow into his heart like an appendage, especially for a famous general like Zhang Ti'er who has never suffered defeat, it is very likely that he will not be able to cross the heart barrier for a lifetime. Just as when the two armies were facing each other, they shouted at the general in high spirits, and they were inexplicably stabbed to death by sharp arrows that came from nowhere, and no matter how much they stirred up the momentum, it was still difficult to recover the broken military spirit.

Zhang Tier wants to erase this shame, but he can only kill Yin Hong with his own hands!

He raised his bare and white hand and licked it to his mouth, like a bloodthirsty monster, and his face overflowed with intoxication.

The next moment, he suddenly attacked.

At the moment when he was in trouble, the endless black qi seemed to be blown away by the wind in an instant, and disappeared without a trace, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

Relying on the ruins of this super ancient battlefield that has not yet awakened, coupled with the blessing of the hundred ghost runes, he is like a dragon swimming in a certain region.

The halberd was still nailed to the mountain, but his master relied on the talisman to hide his figure, and rushed towards Yin Hong in an arc-shaped route.

The corners of Yin Hong's mouth sneered, the light of the golden armor flashed like swimming scales, but his body did not move at all, and a pure essence power spread out like a tide in an instant.

Zhang Ti'er used high-speed movement to disrupt the airflow to cover up his trajectory, but this was precisely the biggest flaw in Yin Hong's eyes.

At this time, Yin Hong looked at everything in front of him, just like looking at a pool of water, no matter how the swimming fish swam on the water, although he could not see the shadow of the swimming fish, but he could see the ripples stirred, and the experienced fishermen could judge the traces of the swimming fish by relying on the water lines.

In the same way, no matter how extreme Zhang Ti'er's speed is, his movement will definitely drive the airflow, and the faster the speed, the stronger the airflow fluctuations, so Yin Hong can completely rely on the vibration of the surrounding airflow to determine Zhang Ti'er's direction and route.

Especially after he opened the power of the essence element, his perception was as sharp and abnormal as a spider's web hunting, and when the slight air flow crossed the "curtain" of his open essence power, Yin Hong was able to instantly capture Zhang Ti'er's whereabouts.

Jiang is still old and spicy, and anyone who has experienced a hundred battles in his upper body will not feel good, not to mention the difference in strength, just this almost demonic experience alone is enough for the other party to have a headache.

After Yin Hong completely opened the power of Jingyuan, Zhang Ti'er did not show up to attack for a long time, but cruised along the curtain of Jingyuan.

Obviously, Zhang Ti'er is not a general seed grandson who can only talk on paper, and he also knows some unknown combat experience.

Zhang Ti'er's move naturally has a deep meaning, since Yin Hong opened the Jingyuan curtain to determine his attack route, then Zhang Ti'er first smashed this Jingyuan curtain that was as smooth as cloth.

A fish swimming in calm water can determine its route based on the water lines, but what about cruising in the rapids of a lake?

As long as this "fish" does not jump out of the water on its own, no matter how vicious your eyes are, you still can't find the slightest trace.

The battle between the two is not a direct fight, but more like a battle of wits and courage.

Yin Hong also took countermeasures, quickly retracting the essence power that encompassed this small area, and poured hot gold liquid into his strong body, at this time he was like a gilded god gold statue.

Then he gently closed his eyes, and the spirit that had been tempered in the ancient battlefield of Red Candle Town for more than 700 years opened up his territory like an invisible tentacle.

In the world, there is a saying that the soul is not full of a hand, and it is comfortable to make up for the six. And the divine soul has always been an extremely ethereal existence, shadowless and invisible, and it is difficult to see its appearance. But the perception it transmits is more accurate than any formation, and it is not even affected by foreign objects such as spiritual power and air currents!

However, it is obviously not a wise choice to easily spread the Divine Soul on a large scale, because the Divine Soul is extremely fragile and extremely difficult to repair, once it is damaged, it will hurt the root bone cultivation, and it is generally not until the moment of facing the realm of life and death, and very few people will use this method.

Especially for the body refiner, the soul is even more cared for, because the body refiner mainly attacks the muscles and bones, and rarely involves the power of the soul, so even if he is facing a desperate situation, he will not easily release the soul.

First, the soul is the origin of the whole person, far more important than the body, even if the body is mud, it can be reforged, once the soul is annihilated, the best outcome is to become a puppet with empty brute force. Second, it is recognized by a hundred schools of thought, the soul is immortal, and its people are immortal. Cultivators who have cultivated to a certain level can be reborn again with the help of the warmth of qi luck as long as they retain a wisp of divine soul origin. This kind of rebirth is called snatching the house in Taoism, the method of snatching the corpse in soldiers, and the reincarnation in Buddhism.

This shows the importance of the spirit to the monks.

Zhang Ti'er, whose body almost turned into a wisp of smoke, suddenly felt the impact of a divine soul power, and without the slightest defense, he was almost shocked by the impact of this scene of divine soul power to reveal his true body.

Due to the accumulation of battle souls in his body, he is not good at the power of divine souls, but he is extremely sensitive to the power of divine souls at the moment.

His form fluctuated for only a moment, and then he disappeared again.

Yin Hong seems to be disgusted by this mosquito-like attack, but Zhang Ti'er's method is a little disgusting, he can't find his location or cruising route, but the enemy can attack at any time.

Therefore, at the moment when Zhang Tier's body fluctuated, Yin Hong appeared almost out of thin air at that subtle ripple, and without saying anything, a fierce fist smashed down directly.

This punch was full of momentum, and after the punch fell, the fist rolled and vibrated outward, and a layer of visible ripples rushed and flowed for dozens of zhang before slowly crumbling.

This situation and this scene are like a small pebble stirring up a thousand waves.

The speed of Yin Hong's punch was like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, without the slightest warning, but Zhang Tier already knew that something was wrong the moment he exposed his whereabouts, without the slightest stagnation, and he was cruising at a vertical speed.

Although Zhang Ti'er escaped Yin Hong's fatal punch, she was still affected by the fist gang that spread like a wave, and when the fist aura that could almost burn the soul was affected to Zhang Ti'er, Zhang Ti'er, who was wrapped in an eerie aura, was as uncomfortable as if she was roasting in the furnace of the dragon kiln.

Relying on the gloomy aura that overflowed from the ruins of this ancient battlefield, Zhang Ti'er, who was hiding under Yin Hong's Essence Yuan Fist that could scorch his soul, the space he could move in was compressed!

What's even worse is that after Yin Hong's punch missed, instead of stopping, he bombarded this area more and more violently, punching the void one after another, and the golden fist spread outward like a ripple reflecting the sunset.

Wherever the ripples of the fist passed, the space was flowing with faint golden lines, like a picture of mountains and rivers with great craftsmanship.

Yin Hong was suppressing the yin aura of this heaven and earth with the scorching Jingyuan fist, thus compressing the space occupied by Zhang Ti'er.

Yin Hong's hand is simply the handiwork of a god.

Since you have turned into a ghost, I will make this place golden and bright, so that you have nowhere to hide, no way to hide!

The space filled with the ripples of the golden fist became wider and wider, and the gloomy aura was routing one after another, just like the remnant snow pouring into boiling water.

According to Zhang Tier's plan, he originally wanted to hide his figure, so that the other party could not figure out his attack route, so as to find the opportunity to use his fists and feet, as long as Yin Hong was not careful, a fist like a storm would pour towards Yin Hong, even if he was strong, he would definitely not be able to withstand the fierce bombardment of Zhang Ti'er who completely urged the rune.

Zhang Tier never thought that Yin Hong would come to such an unreasonable hand.

It is worthy of being a general who once opened up territory and expanded his territory like destroying a city!

The golden fist ripples continued to sweep outward with Yin Hong as the center of the circle, and in just a few moments, it had already opened up a domain of hundreds of zhang, and in this realm swept by the golden fist, any sinister thing would be revealed like a ghost.

Zhang Ti'er retreated again and again, not getting close to Yin Hong's 100 zhang.

At this time, Zhang Ti'er was facing a situation like a dying old man looking at his wife, with an empty burning desire, but he couldn't help himself.

Zhang Ti'er didn't dare to approach the area filled with golden fists at all, as long as his body entered the range of the fist gang, the yin aura overflowing from the rune would be immediately revealed, and what was waiting for him would definitely be Yin Hong's fierce punch.

But retreating again and again is too passive after all, judging from Yin Hong's current Ling Li's punching posture, it is not impossible for his punch to encompass the entire town, even the entire Seven Star Mountain Range!

Could it be that he left with a broken heart and shame like this?!

With his reputation in the imperial capital, he was not allowed to do so.

Just when Zhang Ti'er was helpless, the young national teacher who seemed to be sitting in the sky overlooking the world reminded softly: "General Zhang, control the power of the violent battle soul on the hundred ghost runes to break Yin Hong's divine soul. ”

This reminder was like a slap in the face, and Zhang Tier instantly understood the reason.

This young general, who had already made a name for himself in the imperial capital at a young age, finally stopped his extremely fast cruising body and took the initiative to give up the territory he occupied.

At the moment when Zhang Ti'er appeared in shape, a force of war spirit that made this mountain range shake a little erupted, as if this piece of heaven and earth had suddenly descended on dozens of ancient battlefield ruins.

Zhang Ti'er's face was like a demon, even with the support of the talisman, the power of the divine soul that suddenly burst out at this time was too huge, and he couldn't control it at all.

He roared like a ghost, and when he spoke, he spoke with an illusory and shocking echo, "General Yin, the era of your rule is over, and the next peerless famous general can only be surnamed Zhang!"

Yin Hong stopped the fierce fist intent of the continuous bombardment, "A martial artist who can only rely on the ruins of the ancient battlefield and foreign objects to fight is also worthy of being called a peerless general?!"

Then Yin Hong suddenly handed out a punch, this punch was not handed to Zhang Ti'er, but to the void.

One punch shattered the golden ripples of a range of hundreds of feet.

The fist that stopped in the space fell like a gold-cast mirror shattered by a sharp object.

Yin Hong said again: "What is a peerless general? When can you let go of your obsession with the ruins of the ancient battlefield, so that you can be regarded as a glimpse of the skin!"

"The pattern of mountains and rivers is small, and the army divides the world, so why stick to a small ancient battlefield site? Once the peerless famous general is present, the mountains and rivers will surrender to it. ”

"It's like this!"

Yin Hong threw another punch and hit the mountain under his feet in the air.

The entire mountain range, the unstable roots of the mountain were all cut off in an instant!

Yin Hong's palms rose flat, and the three mountains in the back floated upwards like hanging islands for several zhang.

He held up three mountains with his backhand. It's terrifying.

Zhang Ti'er was stunned when she saw this scene, and she forgot about the attack for a while, I don't know if it was because she was too shocked or because she was understanding Yin Hong's obscure words.

The corners of Yin Hong's mouth hooked up a disdainful smile, and the power of the divine soul that spread out horizontally echoed like the water of the ebb tide.

"Zhang Ti'er! Hugh wants to listen to his gossip to confuse the public, he is gathering his soul!"

An angry voice rang out like a flood bell and a big lu.

Zhang Ti'er instantly returned to his soul, his body pulled out a black line, and ghostly pursued the constantly retracting spirits.

At this moment, Zhang Ti'er's blood is full of wailing broken battle spirits, and his body, which is as tall as a peerless famous spear, is like a boiling fierce ancient battlefield, and the power of the rich war soul is about to blow out.

"General Yin is really calculating!"

Zhang Ti'er's fist and voice full of yin war spirit fell at the same time.

Yin Hong's face sank, and the soul that had been silently gathered was surging into his body like a torrent pouring into his body at this moment, and he could faintly hear the faint sound of rushing water.

At the same time, he also went to Zhang Tier's fist, with a fist-to-fist posture.

How could Zhang Ti'er do what he wanted, at the moment when Yin Hong rushed up, Zhang Ti'er was in the wrong shape, and his fist tightly locked on that soul.

Punching for punch was not the result Zhang Tie'er wanted, Zhang Tie'er wanted to shatter or devour half of Yin Hong's soul with one punch.

The fists of both sides slammed down at the same time, but they were not docked, Yin Hong smashed on the body of Zhang Ti'er's melting talisman clothes, and Zhang Ti'er punched on the soul.

The Divine Soul released by Yin Hong was instantly hammered into fine pieces, and the strong fist wind carried the Divine Soul Fragments and blew them away into the distance.

Zhang Tier, whose body was thumped, crashed into a mountain in the back three mountains, and it was incredible that the mountain that was not implicated by a trace of mountain roots was not directly broken by Zhang Tier!

It is impossible for an ordinary half-decayed mountain to withstand such a blow and remain unharmed.

However, at this time, no one paid attention to this mountain that had been completely torn off by Yin Hong, except for the old shopkeeper, everyone turned their attention to the battlefield in mid-air.

After winning the punch, Yin Hong did not pursue Zhang Tier. First, Yin Hong's soul was smashed by Zhang Ti'er's fierce punch, and the injury was not light, and the spirit in his body was stirring like an undercurrent, and the power of the essence that was originally as bright as burning gold was also slowly depressed. Second, there is one more important thing to do than killing Zhang Ti'er at the moment, he has to collect those broken spirits.

Those broken souls are very important to him, even if these souls cannot be repaired, they must not fall into the hands of outsiders, otherwise the damage will be greater than imagined.

There is a strange soul-burning lamp technique among the ghost cultivators in the outer world, as long as a wisp of an outsider's soul is detained, the person's spirit and spirit can be consumed for a long time, until the lamp runs out and the person dies.

However, when he reached Yin Hong's realm, he was not too afraid of this strange technique, and the reason why Yin Hong wanted to take it back urgently was because there were far more terrifying means than this.

This wisp of the soul engraved with Yin Hong's martial arts, if it is collected and thrown to the place where the cultural movement gathers, under the suppression of the cultural movement, Yin Hong's cultivation realm will probably stop here in this life, and there is no possibility of improvement.

There is also a possibility, that is, if this wisp of divine soul falls into the hands of Zhang Tier, a soldier like him who can almost be said to have come into being, it is almost a great opportunity, and over time, following Yin Hong's legacy in the soul of the soul, it is almost a sure thing that he will become a peerless general.

Although Yin Hong has not been born for a long time, he knows the luck of the outside world well, and an imperial capital that is prosperous can give birth to a Zhang Tier who is born against the luck, which is enough to see that the martial arts in the outside world will present a situation that cannot be suppressed in the future.

Another thing that is not known is that the martial arts in Yin Hong's body now do not belong to him alone!

Yin Hong chased after the broken soul that was swept away by the strong wind, but the next moment, the young national teacher suddenly waved his wide-sleeved robe, and scrolls of calligraphy and calligraphy spilled from his sleeves, looking from a distance like a goose feather heavy snow.

These calligraphy and painting calligraphy are all from the literati, and are printed with seals, these precious calligraphy and painting calligraphy are like containers carrying a rich literary fortune, for a time, this piece of Yin Hong and Zhang Ti'er fight made the rich military fortune of the region instantly literary luck like a spring.

Under the oppression of this thick cultural movement, Yin Hong's physical and martial arts became fragile, obviously with his current seriously injured body, he could not cope with such a heavy cultural movement oppression.

The non-cumulative calligraphy and painting calligraphy is hanging alone in the air, shrouding a realm of absolute oppression. The fragments of the Divine Soul floating in it slowed down as if they encountered resistance. Those broken spirits, under the suppression of Wenyun, trembled slightly, like a mouse seeing a cat, and they couldn't even raise the slightest gesture of resistance.

Yin Hong rushed into the lonely field of calligraphy, painting and calligraphy, his body was like a falling mire, and his shackles were heavy.

The young national teacher glanced at Yin Hong, who was in prison, and then breathed a sigh of relief, if the ability of the country's craftsmen could not trap Yin Hong, who was seriously injured, then he, the national teacher in charge of a country's education, sacrifices and other cultural matters, could not escape the blame.

The young national teacher no longer paid attention to Yin Hong, and turned to look at Zhang Ti'er, who was already hanging in the air again, "Why don't you snatch this low-hanging fruit?!"

Zhang Ti'er glanced at the young national teacher coldly, and his figure disappeared in an instant, sweeping towards the area shrouded in calligraphy and painting.

Huang Lu, who was wearing a fur coat, saw this scene, and his old face, which was originally smiling, also became gloomy little by little.

He shook his hand slightly, and an ancient book with a vast vicissitudes of life emerged, with gold paper and red seals, like a divine book from heaven.

As the temporary controller of the future cultural movement in the national capital, Huang Lu just took out an ancient book, and the literary movement inspired by it was enough to crush those calligraphy, painting and calligraphy.

However, just when Huang Lu was about to make a move, the old shopkeeper, who had been beating drums non-stop, spoke for the first time, "If Yin Hong can't even cope with this predicament, every year on July 14, you will throw a few more pieces of paper money at the mass grave." ”

After a while, the old shopkeeper said softly: "It's okay like this, it shows that our choice for him is wrong!"

Huang Lu was silent for a long time, and finally could only nod.

Yes, if Yin Hong falls here, then the future capital of a country's martial arts is indeed not suitable for him temporarily.