Chapter Eighty-Five: Defeat

is different from Hai Penglai, the Ninth Master's action of resisting the thunder at this time does not seem to be based on defense, no matter how you look at it, it seems that he is fighting back with God.

If you give me a kick, I'll give you a mouthful.

When the Ninth Master was resisting the thunder with both hands, the black mist scattered up and down his body suddenly became a little thicker.

Originally, it looked like a black mist soaked in ink, but what can I say when I look at it at this time

The fog seemed to be extremely dark, able to absorb light, and with the naked eye, there was an indescribable sense of illusory.

"Hiss!!!"

Suddenly, the sound of evil spirits rang out in the field.

It was so piercing that it gave me goosebumps when I heard it, and there were some signs of tinnitus in my ears.

"Old Nine !!!"

Huang Baoshan saw that the Ninth Master's hands trembled and couldn't help shouting: "Can you still fucking hold it?!! Don't brace it!! ”

"I'm fine!!" The Ninth Master replied.

When the thunder light completely dissipated, the Ninth Master trembled and put down his hands, and the color of the black mist coiled around his body seemed to become lighter.

This phenomenon is probably not good news for us.

"The thunderclouds are almost gone." The Ninth Master said coldly.

Hearing this, we were all stunned for a moment, and then we reacted, the rain is indeed getting lighter now, but whether the thunderclouds have dissipated, I really don't see this.

Who told us that there was a black fog in the sky that blocked our view?

"The thunderclouds are about to disperse?!" Huang Baoshan said happily: "This is a good thing!! ”

"But there are still a few thunderbolts that have not fallen"

The Ninth Master didn't know how to see or feel this.

It raised its head, looked at the black fog in the sky motionlessly, and said with words in its mouth: "Those two thunders just now are stronger than the other, and if you look at this situation, I'm afraid it won't be long."

When he said this, the Ninth Master's voice was already very low, so we couldn't hear what it was saying.

Just as we were about to ask a few words, the Ninth Master's body swelled up without warning.

No.

It wasn't so much its body as the black mist that coiled around its body.

The process of expansion looked like there were many insects drilling in the body of the Ninth Master, one moment it was a protruding point here, and another time it was a conspicuous pit that was concave there.

In just five or six seconds, the Ninth Master's body swelled, and naturally there were no more cases where there seemed to be insects drilling in his body.

From the side, the body of the Ninth Master is very burly now, at least seven or eight times larger than at the beginning, and the height of the whole person has been elongated, which should be about two meters and a half.

"How did Lao Jiu vent all his evil spirits" Hu Tiansheng squinted, looked at Jiu Taiye carefully, and shook his head: "It seems that the situation is not optimistic." ”

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

"Previously, Lao Jiu relied on his own evil qi to support himself, and with the help of the power of the corpse, he strengthened his true body for a short period of time to achieve the purpose of resisting the thunder." Hu Tiansheng slowly explained to me: "But now it has vented all the evil qi in its body, although its evil qi is still wrapped around its body, but this method is obviously chicken ribs, it is not as good as using evil qi to make a real body with a hundred limbs and bones."

"Then what" When I heard this, a layer of cold sweat appeared on my forehead, and I asked worriedly, "What is the old lady doing here?" ”

Hu Tiansheng frowned, was silent for a while, and sighed.

"Fight for your life."

According to Hu Tiansheng, the strength of the second thunder that was shot down just now should be about the same as the thunder that slashed the sea Penglai, although it didn't look so loud, but the energy contained in it could be felt by them.

The Ninth Master was so hard-fought to carry a thunder, so at this time, its physical body, no, its true body, was on the verge of collapse.

If it weren't for Hu Tiansheng to say it, I'm afraid I wouldn't have thought of it, the Ninth Master, who seemed to be quite relaxed, would have forced Tianlei to this point.

"It doesn't dare to use its body to carry the thunder now, so it can only desperately urge the corpse demon out and let the corpse demon help it ward off the disaster." Hu Tiansheng sighed: "Let the previous two thunders split, Lao Jiu has lost at least a few decades of Taoism, this third thunder should be able to be blocked by it, but it is impossible for it to be unscathed."

"I'll replace it now." Huang Baoshan gritted his teeth and said.

"Nope." Hu Tiansheng shook his head: "At least let it block this third thunder, if you go up now, you will add to the chaos, beware of the old immortal whipping you." ”

"What if it can't stop this third thunderbolt?" Huang Baoshan glared at Hu Tiansheng viciously: "You can't just watch it take risks, right?!" ”

"It does it for our good." Hu Tiansheng said calmly, although there was some sadness in his eyes, but his tone did not show it: "What Lao Jiu wants now is to carry the thunder as much as possible, how much can he bear, if this thunder is finished, and then the thunderclouds will disperse, won't it be able to avoid the end of our life with the mountains and rivers?" ”

Huang Baoshan clenched his teeth and did not speak.

"Just this thunder, it should be able to carry it." Hu Tiansheng smiled and said: "Lao Huang, it's Lao Jiu, do you still think it's not strong enough?" ”

"When it gets past this thunder, I'll pick it up." Huang Baoshan said.

"Well, that's what I thought too." Hu Tiansheng nodded: "If it still doesn't want to come back, let's smoke this old thing." ”

At this time, Old Man Dong had already dressed up all the equipment that should be used.

There is a thing like a crown on his head, I heard the old man Dong say, this is called a god hat, it is a thing that shamans need to use when they dance gods, there are not only brass charms on it, but also some things like beast skins, wrapped around the edge of the crown, and there are antlers on the left and right sides.

After Old Man Dong put on this crown, he picked up the divine drum and knocked it lightly a few times.

Then, he took out nine more artifacts from his backpack that resembled spirit flags.

These nine magic weapons are all exactly the same, and they don't look like a difference.

Unlike traditional spirit flags, these ritual vessels are only about 30 centimeters long, supported by a copper stick engraved with incantations, and hung on them are not ordinary spirit flags, but a colorful painting.

In the painting, there are animals, landscapes, and some people dressed in extremely strange clothes.

Under each painting, one on the left and one on the right, three small copper bells are tied to each other.

When I held it in my hand, it was full of tinkling sounds.

"I'm ready." Old Man Dong raised his head, looked at the Ninth Master suspended in the air, and whispered to us: "If God doesn't give face, you have to use the heavenly thunder to continue to chop down, then let's give it a fight." ”

"Old man, it's all up to you." I sighed, "If you can't make trouble, just replace me." ”

"Okay." Old Man Dong grinned, and there was some relief in his eyes: "I want to see if the person who finally solves this mountain and river vein is me or you." ”

"Boom"

At this moment, the muffled thunder in the sky sounded again.

Maybe it has not been able to split the veins of the mountains and rivers, and God feels a little faceless, so at this time, its movements are getting more and more urgent.

As soon as the muffled thunder sounded, a heavenly thunder that was not weaker than before suddenly fell from the sky, dispersing the black mist floating in the air.

That's right.

It's a dispersal.

Instead of punching out another hole.

When the thunder light passed through that layer of black mist, only a scream was heard, accompanied by the explosion of the evil spirit, and all the black mist that emanated from the Ninth Master turned into nothingness.

If the thunder is compared to a blackboard eraser, then the black fog floating in the air is the words on the blackboard.

In an instant, the "blackboard eraser" easily wiped the "words on the blackboard", as if these things had never appeared, and it didn't look clean.

But the heavenly thunder only dispersed the fog like black clouds, and the black fog coiled around the Ninth Master was not affected in the slightest.

A thunder.

One cent.

It's just a hard match.

"Lao Dong! Get ready! Hu Tiansheng yelled violently: "Lao Huang!! Go pick it up and get it back now!! ”