Chaos didn't dodge, his entire head was smashed into his chest, and then he snorted, and another head grew.

Zhang Cheng didn't think that he could take down the chaos with one blow, but he just took advantage of the opportunity of the other party being interrupted, and used the ghost qi to roll the soul of the dream and pull it hard to his side.

But Chaos didn't seem to want to continue to tug of war with Zhang Cheng, and with a gentle rub of his hands, the soul of the Dream Mage suddenly let out a terrible scream, turning into countless spirits and drifting away.

"Aren't you able to help people gather spirits, or do you want to go to the yin again?" Chaos chuckled.

"Bastard!" Zhang Cheng's face was as black as ink, and his teeth were clucking, but he could only watch as the spirit of the Dream Mage dissipated.

First of all, whether he is willing to run for the dream mage again, Sister Xiao Man can reunite her spirits, in addition to the emperor's action, mainly because the spirit was protected by the Yin and Yang Bagua Mirror in time, which gave Zhang Cheng valuable time.

The Dream Mage did not have a nine-stage light magic weapon, so naturally he would not have such a good treatment, after the soul was scattered, the spirit was quickly absorbed by heaven and earth, and from then on, there was no trace of the Three Realms and Six Realms.

Chaos doesn't want to delay any longer, now that Zhang Cheng is overwhelmed, he will not be able to resist sooner or later if he drags on, so he still has to find a way to escape as soon as possible.

Seeing that Zhang Cheng was angrily pressing, with a wave of his chaotic hand, a large amount of white smoke was released from his cuffs, which instantly filled the entire room and enveloped everyone inside.

The people in the room had a limited field of vision, and they were all white in front of them, and they didn't dare to move for a moment, and they groped and gathered together.

"If you want to get from me, I'm afraid it's not so easy!"

A red light flashed, and Ye Xiaoman's voice immediately sounded from the door.

Zhang Cheng understood that Chaos wanted to escape, so he immediately cast the body of the corpse demon, and two golden-red rays of light shot out of his eyes, forcing away the white mist in front of him.

Under the eyes of the corpse devil, chaos has nothing to hide, and it is slowly revealed, and white smoke is rising on his body, obviously he has suffered a loss on the yin and yang gossip mirror just now.

"Let's go together! Take him down! ”

Zhang Cheng roared, and rushed over with a mourning stick, and those mages gathered together, and under the command of Hou Jingshan, they sacrificed magic weapons one after another, hitting Chaos.

With a flick of Hualong's wrist, the dust of Jiuyang suddenly skyrocketed, and the dust tail extended out like tentacles, surrounding the surroundings.

Although Lin Wan'er and Wang Dafu's cultivation is low, they are not idle, and one after another yellow talismans flew out of their cuffs, cooperating with Zhang Cheng to attack together.

Most of the people present did not have any friendship with the Dream Mage, but after all, it was Zhang Cheng's servant, and seeing him being beaten to pieces, everyone was both angry and breathless, and they spared no effort to make a move, and each used the strongest trick.

In the face of the overwhelming attack, Chaos's face changed continuously, and his hands kept interlacing in front of him, combining them into complex handprints, and then pushed them out violently.

Strands of white qi escaped from Chaos' hands, enveloping him inside, forming a pure white cocoon, and the magic spell was bounced off the moment it landed.

The more everyone fought, the more frightened they became, so many people went up together, and chaos could still block it, which was a bit incredible.

Although Chaos's strength is far inferior to that of the Corpse King, after all, it is one of the four murderers of the ancients, and it has survived for an unknown number of years.

A pig can become a fine after thousands of years of cultivation, not to mention chaos, the means are really endless, and it is not easier to deal with than the corpse king.

"Zhang Cheng, you can't kill me!" Chaos hid in a white cocoon, sneering.

Zhang Cheng ignored it, brandished a mourning stick, and smashed it the white cocoon.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the mourning stick was bounced open, and slight cracks appeared on the cocoon shell, but before Zhang Cheng could continue to attack, a stream of white gas covered it, and the cracks were repaired instantly, as smooth as ever.

"I like to be a turtle with a shrunken head, don't you? I'll see how long you can hide! ”

Zhang Cheng snorted angrily, his hands slammed together, and with a roar, the base of a huge mountain peak pressed down from the ceiling.

Using the ghost first cultivation as the casting of the Yin Mountain Curse, the power is several times greater than when the ghost is on the top grade, even if the chaos has not been able to hide, Zhang Cheng is confident that he will be suppressed.

Chaos is relaxed on the surface, but in fact, he is also very anxious in his heart, he was not Zhang Cheng's opponent in his heyday, let alone now.

If he was given time, he could solve the group of mages besieging him one by one, but Zhang Cheng was there, so he didn't give him this opportunity at all.

Chaos is also full of emotion in his heart, he has survived since ancient times, and he has encountered many opponents, but it is really the first time that he has encountered a difficult and treacherous person like Zhang Cheng, and he has been deflated again and again from the beginning to the present.

Feeling the pressure above his head getting heavier and heavier, Chaos finally couldn't hide anymore, and broke through the white cocoon and rushed out.

However, Zhang Cheng had already prepared, and as soon as Chaos appeared, the mourning stick smashed over with the momentum of a landslide.

At the critical moment, Chaos didn't have time to think about it, and spewed out a breath of white gas to temporarily resist the mourning stick, and at the same time pulled his own clothes and tore them to both sides.

When everyone saw it, they immediately gasped, there was no body under the chaotic clothes, only a cloud of white gas, countless grimaces appeared between the tumbling, and the ghosts cried wolf howls.

"Do you think that if there are more people, you will win?" Chaos sneered, looked at Zhang Cheng and said, "These are the evil spirits that I have accumulated for thousands of years, and now that they are used on you, you are proud enough!" ”

After saying that, the white qi under the clothes suddenly dispersed, and the evil spirit lost its restraint and flew out with a huge evil qi, rushing towards the surroundings like locusts.

"I'll deal with the evil spirits, you go on!" Ye Xiaoman's figure flashed in the center of the room, and with a movement of his slender hand, the Yin and Yang Bagua Mirror soared up.

"Yin and yang move, ghosts and gods are frightened! The power of gossip gathers the heavenly spirits! ”

A gossip phantom was released from the yin and yang gossip mirror, spun up rapidly, and the evil spirit hit it, and it suddenly seemed to fall into a millstone.

The cultivation of the low was ground in the blink of an eye, and the cultivation of the high was struggling, trying to break free, and when the flying behind saw that it was wrong, they all bypassed the gossip map and attacked a group of mages behind Ye Xiaoman.

There were too many evil spirits released by Chaos, and the mage was suddenly in a hurry, desperately trying to resist it.

Zhang Cheng was trembling with chaos at this time, and when he saw that his subordinates were in danger, he frowned, stretched out his hand and slapped it on the mourning stick, and the stick immediately let out a scream and flew over on its own.

A huge amount of black qi emerged from the stick's body, wrapping around it, roaring like a pitch-black dragon and crashing into the evil spirit.

The weeping and mourning stick gave birth to a tool spirit, and now it is a ghost weapon of eight stages of light, only one line weaker than the Yin and Yang Bagua Mirror.

The evil spirit had no power to resist at all, and was shattered by the black qi, and more than half of them died in the blink of an eye.

The pressure of the mages dropped sharply, and together they wiped out the remaining evil spirits one by one, and attacked Chaos again.