"What then?" Qi Hufei said loudly.

He didn't expect anyone to answer the question, and he was already preparing for the worst.

Now there are two more options.

One is to use Yuan Henry Zhen to summon the ultimate, if you can summon a killing move, you can solve this thing.

But the probability of attracting a killing move is too low, and he needs someone next to him to protect the law in order to continue to use Yuan Henry Zhen.

Another way is to drag it on until dusk, at the moment when the sun goes down and day and night alternates, he uses the killing sword technique to kill this demon.

But the problem is that with the condensation of the Earth's Yin Qi, the strength of the Mist Shadow People is gradually increasing, and it is a question whether they can delay until dark.

In addition, the bat demon is about to get out of trouble, which is the biggest variable and the most desperate.

They don't have much time left.

If neither of these two works works, you can only retreat first.

The giant blue whale legion of the dragon clan will definitely not be able to save it, and the thirteen seniors who fought against the Jiao Demon don't know if they can get out of the battlefield.

At the last moment, these Qi Feifei can't be controlled, the most important thing is Widow Wang, Ao Ba, Wangcai and Si Chen, these people must go back safely.

At this time, the widow almost single-handedly cleared the wolves from the ground.

The Scarecrow Legion may have lost the support of the Black Mist Demon Qi, both in number and strength, and under the flames of the golden pheasant, it has tended to be destroyed.

Widow Wang looked at the battle in the sky and said loudly: "Xiao Qi, you go and help Chairman Wan and them deal with Jiaolong, you must kill Jiaolong before the bat demon gets out of trouble, otherwise, none of us can escape!" ”

"And what about here?"

"I'll leave it to us."

Qi Hufei saw that the widow Wang was very resolute, so he said, "Okay, then Sister Wang, be careful!" ”

With that, he picked up the Yiding sword and flew towards the sky.

The widow rushed into the thick black mist that rolled on the ground.

The old yellow dog barked twice.

The widow said to him, "Wangcai, hold on, and I will calm the yin qi of the earth and cut off the connection between them." ”

shouted loudly again, "Si Chen's protector!" ”

The golden rooster flew over the heads of the last row of scarecrows, leaving behind a fire dragon and came to Wang Qionghua's side.

Wang Qionghua sat cross-legged, stretched out her hand, unfolded the scroll in her hand, and the golden sword in her right hand turned into sixty-four golden needles again, flying up and down, and began to intersperse embroidery on the blank picture, and soon embroidered a gossip map.

After the gossip picture was embroidered, the golden needle did not return to her hand, but disappeared from the picture in a flash.

The eight hexagrams in the picture bloomed with golden light.

Wang Qionghua held the whole painting above her head, and gently sent it forward, and the scroll flew up and flew above the Fog Shadow Man.

The Mist Man seems to have some taboos about this painting.

There was a terrible howl from the fog, and clouds of black ink broke away from its body and shot into the sky like cannonballs.

Wangcai had already prepared, barked twice, pounced, and the golden wings fanned a strong gust of wind, blowing over the Mist Shadow Man, encircling those black ink balls.

Then, he flailed his front paws in a series of waves, grabbing a void crack in the air, and the Mist Shadow had to refocus on dealing with the old yellow dog's attack.

Wang Qionghua pinched the trick with both hands and chanted a mantra in her mouth, and the painting continued to grow larger, and soon obscured the sky hundreds of meters around.

The eight trigrams in the painting began to rotate, and after a while, one hexagram was divided into two hexagrams, two hexagrams were divided into four trigrams, and four trigrams were divided into eight trigrams, and a total of eight eight and sixty-four hexagrams were divided, and a sixty-four hexagram square circle diagram was formed.

The Fog Shadow Man seemed to be a little impatient, wanting to attack the huge sixty-four hexagram above his head, but was tightly entangled by the old yellow dog.

The surrounding black fog was tumbling violently, and the yin qi under the ground was accelerating towards it.

There was a lot of black mist on the ground condensed like snakes, hissing and spitting black letters, crawling towards Wang Qionghua.

The golden rooster circled around Wang Qionghua quickly, the flames spread on the ground, and those black mist snakes disappeared into the flames, leaving behind a foul smell.

I heard Wang Qionghua read in her mouth: "Dry is the sky, the sky is in the northwest!" ”

The hexagram of the Qianqian hexagram on the huge sixty-four hexagram map in the sky suddenly broke away from the picture, turned into a golden light, flew to the northwest, and turned into a golden sword, which was inserted into the ground in the northwest.

"Huh~hiss~haha~......" The Shadow Man made a strange noise.

A black stream erupted from the thick mist, like a black spear, shooting towards the golden sword stuck in the ground.

The sword glowed with golden light, blocking the tip of the spear, and the mist bypassed the golden sword like inky water.

The widow called out again: "Xun is the wind, and the wind rises in the southeast!" ”

The Xun hexagram symbol on the sixty-four hexagrams was separated from the picture again, and the golden light flew to the southeast, turning into a golden sword, and inserted it on the ground in the southeast.

"Kun is the soil, and the soil is in the southwest."

The kun hexagram also flew out, turned into a golden sword, and stuck it on the ground in the southwest.

"Gen is the mountain, and the mountain is in the northeast."

"Separation is fire, and the fire shines due south."

"Kan is water, and water gathers due north."

"Redeem for Ze, Ze is in the West."

"The earthquake is wood, and the wood is out of the east."

So all the eight sutra hexagrams in the 64 hexagrams flew out, turned into eight golden swords in the eight directions of east, south, west, north, southeast, southwest, northeast, and northwest, and inserted them into the ground.

The Shadow Man began to look more and more anxious. It kept speeding up to absorb the underground yin qi, and then released more and thicker black mist, attacking Wang Qionghua.

Wangcai still relentlessly restrained the Fog Shadow Man himself, while the Golden Chicken struggled to flap its wings around Wang Qionghua, blocking the black mist that spread with flames.

Wang Qionghua's left hand changed again and again, and her right hand turned into a sword trick and pointed to the picture scroll in the air, and shouted: "Heavenly wind and dirt!" ”

The hexagram on the drawing also disappeared, turning into a golden sword and sticking it into the ground.

"Tianshan escapes, heaven and earth, wind and earth, mountain peeling, fire and land Jin, fire and sky!"

Then, the gossip of the Qiangong floated out of the drawings one by one, turned into a golden sword, and landed on the ground around it.

Then there is the Kan Palace.

I saw that the widow kept changing the trick of her left hand, and the sword finger of her right hand was connected, and she kept chanting in her mouth:

"Water Ze Festival, Water Lei Tun, Water and Fire, Ze Fire Ge, Lei Huo Feng, Earth Fire Mingyi, Earth Water Division!"

The Kangong gossip also flew out of the picture, turned into eight swords, and inserted them in their respective positions.

Then Gen Palace, Zhen Palace, Xun Palace, Ligong, Kun Palace, Dui Palace, each palace has its own gossip.

“…… The water and the mountains are shy, the mountains are humble, the thunder mountains are too small, and the thunder is the sister! ”

As she finished shouting the last hexagram of the palace, all sixty-four hexagrams turned into golden swords and flew out, inserting them into the ground and forming a circle within a radius of 100 meters, surrounding the Fog Shadow Man in the middle.

Where the sword is inserted, within three feet, the black mist cannot come near.

The golden light of the sixty-four swords spread underground, intertwining and intertwining, forming a web of light, severing the connection between the underground yin qi and the fog shadow people.

The huge picture of the sky was once again blank.

Without the support of the vast underground yin qi of Qijiaoze, the Fog Shadow Man became more and more agitated, and the thick fog boiled like boiling water, surging in all directions, trying to pull out the sixty-four golden swords.

The golden sword buzzed and trembled at the same time, showing slight signs of loosening.

Wang Qionghua sat there, pinching the trick with both hands, chanting incantations and muttering incessantly.

Sixty-four golden swords were unleashed and firmly inserted into the soil.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Wang Qionghua's forehead, and her face was a little crimson, like a peony blooming delicately on the black earth.