Chapter 1443

"Kill!"

Obviously, only a few black shadows rushed out, but it was like an army of thousands rushing to kill, and the ground rumbled and trembled.

It was the murderous soul of several pre-Qin soldiers whose bodies were covered with sword marks and sword wounds.

Bang!

Several soldier souls held Changge in their hands, and slashed fiercely in the brilliance of the sealing black mist, and those brilliances suddenly exploded, and several people holding array flags sprayed blood and flew out.

"Evil obstacles, Hugh succeeded!"

Suddenly, I heard a loud shout, and an old man in a yellow Taoist robe held a dark red peachwood sword, chanting a magic spell, and a sword slashed at a soldier soul whose head was cut off and his stomach dragged on the ground, boom!

The soldier's soul was shattered, however, the black mist that exploded was surging like a stream of water, and it quickly re-condensed into a fierce spirit, roaring and roaring, and its eyes were blood-fired, and the ferocity was even more fierce.

He slashed at the yellow-robed old man with a long hand in his hand, boom!

The old man in the yellow robe was so shocked that he retreated more than ten steps in a row, and his blood was churning.

On the other side, the several soldier souls that rushed out together, fierce and abnormal, boundless and violent aura across the audience, killing, killing, killing, and the manic killing thoughts affected those who blocked the seal.

"Amitabha!" The white-eyed monk with a Zen staff in one hand recited the six-character mantra in his mouth.

A golden light rushed out of his Zen staff, turning into a demon-subduing holy light that enveloped and trapped a headless soldier soul, the headless soldier soul was shrouded in holy light, constantly struggling and screaming, and bursts of black smoke came out of his body, but even if he was restrained by the holy light of Buddhism, the headless soldier soul was still fierce and powerful, and the collision again and again made the white-eyed monk's expression solemn to the extreme.

The rest of the people surrounded the other soldiers' souls, constantly offering all kinds of spells and magic weapons, trying to kill him.

But these soldiers are extremely violent.

Each blow has the power of the grandmaster, and those who kill are defeated and retreated.

And at this time, the cracks in the ground lost the suppression of the formation flag, and those black fogs rushed more and more violently, click, the cracks inside became bigger and bigger, and the black fog had shrouded the entire valley, the stars and the moon were dark, and the five fingers could not be seen.

Crash!

A group of soldier souls rushed out of the black mist.

These soldiers' souls are either decapitated, or have fewer arms and legs, or have a broken stomach and intestines, and their bodies are full of arrows.

The people outside couldn't support it, and they rushed out so many fierce soldiers, and the situation was immediately critical.

Bang!

A long Ge slammed into the body of the white-eyed monk, and a golden light of swastika exploded on the white-eyed monk's body, although the talisman worked, but the power of the soldier's soul was too strong, and the white-eyed monk still vomited blood.

On the other side, the old man in the yellow robe also seemed to be difficult to be the ferocity of the soldier's soul, and he was stumbling to kill left and right.

These two are the strongest.

They are still like that, let alone others.

Yan Bing and the others arrived one after another, and when they saw this scene, they were shocked: "How did so many soldiers run out." ”

These soldier souls, any one of them is a ghost king, comparable to a grandmaster, and in this kind of ghost place, these soldier souls are even more fierce than ordinary grandmasters, and now a group of them are running out, and they can't resist it with the current strength of the dragon group.

"I'm coming!"

Long Xiaoshan sacrificed the black and white thunder seal.

Although the black and white thunder seal ate the whip last time and was almost broken, the spirit weapon is a spirit weapon, and even if it is damaged, it is far stronger than an ordinary magic weapon.

He pinched a trick, and the black and white thunder seal rushed into the air, rising to a radius of several meters, and the power of thunder converged, and immediately dispersed most of the black fog around him.

Thundered!

The black and white thunder seal shook violently, and a thunderbolt as thick as a thigh snaked nine times, slashing at a fierce ghost soldier's soul, crackling!

The soldier's soul was blasted to pieces, and there was a fierce howl in the void, even if it was shattered, the black mist that the soldier's soul dispersed was still wriggling, full of unyielding fighting spirit.

"What a powerful soldier's soul. Long Xiaoshan was taken aback.

Even if the black and white thunder seal is damaged, it can easily kill a ghost king with a single blow, after all, this is the magic weapon of the Heavenly Master Dao.

Sure enough, it is not a loss that the murderous soul that has been sealed for thousands of years on the battlefield of Changping Ancient has such a strong will.

Long Xiaoshan's heart moved, and the black and white thunder seal once again blasted out a thunderbolt and slashed at the scattered fierce soul, this time the fierce soul finally couldn't support it, and the remaining fierce thoughts were completely dispersed.

Long Xiaoshan rose into the air, his clothes were shocked, and the blue light bloomed all over his body, like a fairy god.

He controlled the black and white thunder seal, wandering around the field, bursts of thunder came from the void, and one after another brilliant thunder light fell, slamming on those fierce soldiers' souls, constantly splitting them apart.

In the blink of an eye, the souls of those soldiers who rushed out were all beaten to pieces by Long Xiaoshan.

After exterminating those soldiers' souls.

Long Xiaoshan snapped out a series of jade talismans with his fingers, these jade talismans shot into the surrounding void, he stepped on the void, five fingers and one finger, and roared: "Array!

Bang!

The surrounding golden light rose to the sky like a star, gathered on the dome, like a tide of vitality surged, squeezing all those black fog, the black fog roared continuously, wanting to rush away from the vitality tide, and even turned into a firstborn double horn, extremely hideous devil statue, rushing those vitality tides continue to set off huge waves, stirring up the void storm raging.

Long Xiaoshan snorted coldly.

A golden light rushed out from the center of his eyebrows, turning into a golden Buddha Dharma, although his divine soul was damaged, and the power of the Dharma was less than one-third of the peak, but the divine power was divine power.

As soon as the law came out, he pressed down with a palm and slapped it on the huge devil phantom.

Whew—

The Devil Phantom Monster screamed, and was torn apart by the Law Phase, and the resistance of those black mist evil qi was also weakened, and it was forced to be continuously compressed by the tide of vitality, and finally all retreated back to the crack mouth.

"Town—"

Long Xiaoshan roared again, and the golden light shuttled through the mouth of the crack, turning into countless tiny swastika characters, flowing, looming, although those black fogs were still trying to break out of the cracks, but as soon as they touched those swastikas, they would be golden on them, forcing those black fogs back.

At this moment, the dust settled, and Long Xiaoshan slowly fell.

There was a burst of cheers below, this time the seal broke out, much more intense than usual, and ran out of so many fierce ghost soldiers, I thought that I would definitely not be able to resist it, who would have thought that killing a master halfway would solve this disaster in three or two clicks.

After the dragon hill landed.

"Thank you for your help. ”

The yellow-robed old Taoist and the white-eyed monk came forward to salute, and when they got closer, they were stunned, so young, could it be an old monster with good looks.

And the white-eyed monk always felt that the person in front of him was a little kind, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Long Xiaoshan smiled at the white-eyed monk: "Master Enlightenment, we meet again." ”

(End of chapter)