Chapter Seventy-Six: The Battle of the Beasts

After being wounded, the golden eagle did not participate in the battle anymore, it just hovered at a low altitude above the battle situation, and the old man surnamed Diao on its back had already begun to play pleasant syllables.

This old man surnamed Diao is indeed from the Purple Immortal Cave of Spirit Beast Mountain, one of the four ancient sects, and what he is best at is the world-famous beast magic trick.

This so-called beast control method is just to use the "qi" to add fuel to the fire, and the rhythm like music is infiltrated into the consciousness of the wild beast, so as to resonate with it, gradually wear out the wild beast's anger, and accept it for its own use.

The strength of the "qi" also directly determines the strength of the beast control technique, and the more advanced the beast control technique, the greater the amount of "qi" required.

Therefore, every disciple of the Purple Immortal Cave should not only pay attention to the cultivation of "qi" on weekdays, but also spend more time on it, but also familiarize himself with all kinds of complicated movements and keep them in mind.

However, for the old man surnamed Diao, the music played by him himself was enough to interfere with the three beasts fighting below.

As the only spectator on the field, He Yifei also personally experienced the so-called beast control trick once. However, in He Yifei's ears, there was nothing special about this beast magic technique, in his opinion, this so-called Purple Immortal Cave stunt was just mixed with music that imitated the roars of various wild beasts.

Although He Yifei couldn't feel the power of the beast magic technique, it was full of challenges for the three beasts below.

Especially the weak beast that was a little closer to the battlefield here, when the music poured into their ears, they fell into a momentary stupor. Even, as the rhythm of the music rose, those weak beasts turned into meek lambs with blurred eyes and trembling limbs.

"Poof!

When those weak beasts stopped their frantic attacks, the human soldiers who fought against them did not show the slightest mercy to their subordinates. At this moment, the soldiers, blinded by hatred, had mercilessly stabbed the blades in their hands into the bodies of those weak and desolate beasts.

"Whew!"

All of a sudden, there were bursts of wailing from the city walls.

Originally, the phantom silver fox and the white tiger below, because of the interference of the beast magic technique, the murderous intent in their eyes had faded.

However, as the sorrowful screams of those weak desolate beasts before they died entered their ears, the eyes of the three beasts were filled with blood again, and the next moment, their fighting actions were even better than before.

"Rabbit cubs, accumulate some virtue, but if there is a wild beast that gives up the attack, don't create any more senseless slaughter!

Seeing that the three beasts fell into madness again, the old man surnamed Diao was also angry, and in desperation, he could only temporarily stop playing the piccolo, make a sound, and stop the superfluous actions of those soldiers who had lost their minds.

"Herald: All the desolate beasts that have lost their resistance must be captured alive! If you dare to kill those who stop the war again, you will be punished for the crime of rebellion!"

The shouts of the old man surnamed Diao naturally reached the ears of the human commander, and they knew that the situation was critical, so they hurriedly followed the requirements of the old man surnamed Diao and strictly ordered the crazy actions of the soldiers.

It's a pity that the old man surnamed Diao's previous efforts were all in vain. At this moment, it was already very difficult for him to contain the three beasts with the magical beast control technique.

As the leader of the desolate beasts, witnessing the scenes of human slaughter of the race, the phantom silver fox has become even more crazy than before. Perhaps at this moment, for the three beasts, there is really only one way to stop the war by killing.

They all belong to the Xianmen, and there are several people in Yunqi, so they naturally have some understanding of the exercises of the Purple Immortal Cave. At this time, they also launched an attack by unscrupulous means, just to deter the crazy three beasts, so as to make the beast control technique of the old man surnamed Diao work.

However, the three beasts have been driven by their murderous nature, and perhaps the only way to settle them down is to defeat them once and for all.

"Whew!Whew!"

The Phantom Silver Fox, which faced the three Martial Sect disciples alone, increased its speed again, and even, occasionally, it almost broke through the alliance of the Martial Sect disciples, and had the opportunity to threaten the Zen disciples in the rear.

"Roar!"

Losing the attack of the golden eagle, the white tiger is also stronger than before, and the tiger is also the disciple of the life and death sect who is persecuted, and it keeps dodging.

"Boom!"

Although Yunqi's imperial weapon technique has reached the point of perfection, the phantom silver fox does not hesitate to be attacked by the sword shadow, and is also trying to find an opportunity to fight in close combat. All of a sudden, the swords and claws struck each other, and the crisp sound was endless.

Since you are bent on death, then the old man will fulfill you!"

Seeing that the Phantom Silver Fox was almost a life-for-life fight, Yun Qi was also furious, since he stepped into the immortal gate, how could he have been so provoked?

"Huh!"

After swinging his sword to repel the phantom silver fox that wanted to get close again, Yun Qi rubbed his palms together, and the long sword in his hand was thrown above his head.

"Whew!"

The "qi" in Yun Qi's body was stimulated, and the robe outside his body was dancing without wind.

"Jingle bell!"

I saw that with the control of Yunqi, the long sword that was pulled by the "qi" turned into ten, scattered in a circle, hanging above Yunqi's head, dripping and turning.

"This is Yun Yao Palace's Imperial Weapon Technique?"

He Yifei looked at every long sword so real, he couldn't believe his eyes for a while, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, just to see the flaws in those sword shadows.

"Hit!"

Yun Qi spat out a mantra, his left hand clenched his right wrist, and his right index finger and middle finger swung forward at the same time, and the ten long swords hanging above his head were already like arrows off the string, stabbing towards the location of the phantom silver fox one after another.

Seeing the clouds rising, the phantom silver fox did not have the slightest fear, its limbs exerted its strength, and when its body flickered, it was already heading towards the stabbing long sword.

"Boom!"

The phantom silver fox moving at high speed struck a long sword at the front with sharp claws, and a crisp sound suddenly came out. At the same time, the long sword was also fanned out by it.

"It's a pity! I didn't expect the Yunqi Immortal to put the true body of the long sword at the forefront! Next, it's going to be miserable!"

Seeing that the long sword was knocked away, He Yifei, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, couldn't help but secretly sweat for Yunqi's situation.

"Boom!"

In the next second, the second long sword arrived, and the phantom silver fox swung its claws again, and a crisp sound came out again.

Moreover, the second sword that had been knocked away, like the previous one, showed no signs of shattering. It's as if they're all the real body of the sword!

"Boom!"

An explosion resounded in He Yifei's mind, and his cognition had been completely subverted.

"How is that possible?"

At this moment, He Yifei was so shocked that he couldn't stop talking, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him at all.

"Which one is the true body of the sword?"

He Yifei, who was muttering in his heart, unconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his hands, he took a deep breath, tried his best to control his eyes, and did not dare to blink at all, lest he miss any wonderful moment.