Sure enough, someone was doing something wrong, Wu Zhiyuan thought in his heart, and rushed straight in the direction of the firelight, he didn't need to worry about whether his whereabouts would be discovered by the caster, because the caster was tracking him with a fireball, and he already knew his whereabouts well, and he must have known that he was coming in his direction at this time; The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info updated so fast.

Wu Zhiyuan was not traveling fast in the 'chaotic' branches, but the big fireball above his head did not follow, obviously the caster of the spell had unloaded his mana, and it seemed that the other party was ready to deal with it.

Not far in front is a vacant lot, Wu Zhiyuan saw at a glance that there was an offering table on the open space, and there were two flags on both sides of the table, and the name of Taishang Laojun was written on the flags, and at a glance he knew that it was a Taoist altar.

There was a person standing in front of the altar, holding a peachwood sword in his hand and waving it, stepping on the 64 hexagrams of Fuxi under his feet, and reciting the mantra quickly in his mouth. The man seemed to have expected that Wu Zhiyuan would find this place for a long time, so he wore a mask on his face. The mask looks hideous and abnormal, but it is actually the image of a big 'flower' face in Peking Opera.

Wu Zhiyuan was furious, shouted, jumped up, and rushed towards the altar, he had to knock over the altar first, so that he would not be harmed by the spell of the caster, otherwise with his own mortal strength, against the magic power of the person who opened the altar, he would definitely die.

The distance between the two was only five steps, and there were no longer any branches in the middle, and the caster had obviously seen Wu Zhiyuan's appearance, but he didn't have any panic at all, he was still stepping on footwork, and the peach wood sword in his hand was dancing towards the sky.

Wu Zhiyuan knew some of the footwork and swordsmanship in the Maoshan sect's practice of opening the altar, but it was completely different from this set of the caster, so it can be judged that he was not a disciple of the Maoshan faction, but another Taoist 'sect'.

At this time, there was no time to think too much, Wu Zhiyuan rushed up with an arrow step, and was about to kick over the altar, however, just when he was about to touch the offering table, suddenly a strong repulsive force came from around the offering table, shaking him into the air and falling backwards heavily, fortunately, the ground was full of rotten branches and leaves, and the fall was not serious.

Wu Zhiyuan got up and stood five steps away, staring at the masked spellcaster.

As if he hadn't seen Wu Zhiyuan, the man was still waving his sword and chanting incantations, and his footwork under his feet was getting faster and faster, and at this moment, a 'yin' wind rose from the ground, blowing the surrounding 'chaotic' branches whining, like a ghost crying.

This 'yin' wind came strangely, and it was obviously caused by what this person was doing;

Although Wu Zhiyuan has no experience in opening the altar, he still knows some of the general principles of the practice. This flat 'yin' wind indicates that the caster is summoning the 'yin' spirit of the underworld. At this time, it is noon, the sun is shining, although the light in this 'chaotic' forest is dim, but there is still sunlight 'shining', so if you want to successfully summon the 'yin' soul of the underworld, the caster also needs to have the magic power of calling the wind and rain, and summoning the dark clouds to cover the sky and the sun.

In other words, when the dark clouds cover the sun, it is the time when the 'yin' spirit appears.

Wu Zhiyuan's most urgent thing at the moment is to overthrow his altar before the caster summons the dark clouds. But there seemed to be an invisible barrier around the offering table, and Wu Zhiyuan couldn't get close at all.

Just as he was hesitating, the footwork under the man's feet had been completed, and he saw him pick up a Dao talisman with a peachwood sword, light it on the candle, and the words in his mouth vibrate, and the Dao talisman immediately turned into ashes. Putting the peachwood sword behind him, the man picked up another token from the offering table.

Wu Zhiyuan saw that the situation was not good, the token was a command to call for wind and rain, and at this time, the person had already finished doing it, and he was just about to summon the dark clouds. As long as he has the slightest way, at the sound of an order, dark clouds will appear.

Sure enough, the man held the token high and said a few words silently, and the sky suddenly darkened. Large black clouds grew out of nowhere in the sky, instantly obscuring the sun.

The last ray of light shone down through the gap in the dark clouds, and Wu Zhiyuan knew that it was too late. His mind was racing, and he no longer chose to overthrow the other party's altar, but sat down cross-legged without hurrying, and at the same time took out a piece of yellow paper from his arms.

It was a blank rune paper, Wu Zhiyuan bit his index finger and quickly drew a five-thunder talisman on the yellow paper with finger blood.

After folding the five thunder talismans into triangles, Wu Zhiyuan stuffed them into his mouth and swallowed them in his stomach.

At this moment, the last rays of sunlight were also obscured by dark clouds, and the surroundings fell into darkness, and almost at the same time, there was a sound of rustling on the ground around them, accompanied by patches of green light, and a skeleton emerged from the ground.

The skeletons were all dressed in clothes, but their faces and exposed hands and feet were all bones, like a corpse with flesh and blood rotting away, leaving only a skeleton.

"The 'Yin' spirit has been summoned!" Wu Zhiyuan was horrified in his heart, and he forced his mind to not let himself panic. He used the finger blood of his right index finger to quickly write six "thunder" characters in the palm of his left hand, with the largest "thunder" character in the center, surrounded by a total of five "thunder" characters; He quickly read as he wrote, "Five hundred thunder gods are in the palm of their hands, pushing open the earth and cracking the sky, and if the demons and ghosts come to this, they will turn into dust in an instant." I am as anxious as the law! ”

After the incantation was recited, the six "thunder" words in the palm of his hand were all written, and Wu Zhiyuan faintly felt a burning sensation in the palm of his left hand, knowing that the five thunder palms had already worked.

Five thunder palms is a more common palm method, many 'door' sects have five thunder palms, but its meaning is not the same, Shaolin Temple's five thunder palms are a kind of qigong, the palms of the two hands are frustrated and crackled, such as the sound of thunder and lightning. Some other Jianghu 'sects' also have five thunder palms, all of which are similar. The five thunder palms of the Maoshan faction of the Taoist 'gate' school are not the same concept as the five thunder palms of the martial arts 'gate' faction.

Wu Zhiyuan did not have a vitality cultivation, and the power of the five thunder palms he issued was much weaker, but it was more than enough to deal with the 'yin' soul.

There were about seven or eight 'yin' souls that came out of the ground, all of them slowly walked around Wu Zhiyuan, Wu Zhiyuan was not panicked when he saw this, he shot a palm at the skeleton closest to him, and a red light flashed in the palm of his hand, and a red 'colored' pillar of light shot straight out and hit the skeleton's 'chest'.

The skeleton screamed as if it had come from the ground, and it fell to the ground, barely struggling, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed in this world.

Seeing that this method worked, Wu Zhiyuan no longer hesitated, and kept waving his palms at the 'yin' souls around him, and the red 'colored' pillars of light hit those skeletons like lightning, all of them disappeared after falling to the ground.

Destroying one with one palm seems so simple, but in fact it is not what Wu Zhiyuan imagined, those 'yin' souls are constantly emerging from the ground, and there are actually more and more, and he only has his left hand to send out five thunder palms, and he is a little tired of coping. Those skeleton ghosts glowing with green light kept pouring towards him, making him suffer so much that he could only fight and retreat, but there would still be 'yin' spirits suddenly emerging behind him.

Wu Zhiyuan complained bitterly, and he was hesitating in his heart whether to use the Five Thunder Palms to deal with the spellcaster.

The reason why he hesitated was because the Five Thunder Palms were a palm technique to restrain the 'yin' soul, and those who practiced the Five Thunder Palms could only use this palm technique to hit people three times in their lives, and those who were hit by this palm technique would have a palm print on their injured part after death. This technique can be used to fight ghosts, but there is no limit.

The spellcaster is obviously a human, and it is this that Wu Zhiyuan hesitates, after hitting people three times with five thunder palms, he will never be able to send five thunder palms again in his life.