The Divine Thorn, according to the master, is his most pressing yin and yang technique, and it is also the secret of the Nine Palace Sect.

Under normal circumstances, Song Ziyang would not easily cast this type of yin-yang technique, because it was not something that a monk in the Tibetan Sea Realm could perform, at least until he reached the Mountain Moving Realm, he could use it without damaging his soul.

However, with the assistance of the Yin-Yang Mirror, performing this style will not damage the soul, but the pain of splitting the soul must be endured.

"Roar!"

With a low shout, he forcibly split the power of his divine soul into a trace and poured it into the Yin-Yang Mirror.

In an instant, the intense pain made his body tremble, but he forcibly held back and continued to cast the spell.

His eyebrows cracked, and the Yin-Yang Mirror shimmered with a dazzling golden light, and a sharp, arrow-like thorn formed on the mirror.

And in the four words on the back of the yin-yang mirror, the word "sacred" suddenly flew up, as if it was fused with this long thorn.

The four words on the back of the yin-yang mirror, "Yin and Yang Holy Pass", each of their respective roles, he vaguely groped out some, the words Yin and Yang, at present, are the effect of protecting the soul, the holy word, more is to assist in casting, and the word is reflected in cleansing the body and cleaning the external invasion.

It's just that what makes him puzzled is why the Yin-Yang Mirror didn't remove and purify the weird white mist that entered the body, does it think that they will not cause damage to the body?

But this is obviously not the time to think about this, and the long thorn under the blessing of the word "holy" appeared in front of his eyes, shining with a terrible cold light.

But this long thorn cannot be seen by the naked eye, as if it is invisible, and it is not noticed.

It was a fragmented trace of divine soul, fused with all his spiritual thoughts, and under his command, it stabbed straight towards Zhang Kaitai silently.

"Whoosh!"

Shoot a man first and shoot a horse first, and capture a thief first and capture the king first!

The speed of the spirit thorn was extremely fast, as if it was traveling through a different dimension, under the guidance of Song Ziyang's thoughts, it disappeared from in front of him in an instant, and when it reappeared, it had already reached the center of Zhang Kaitai's eyebrows.

At this time, Zhang Kaitai didn't have any reaction to this, and was still shouting wildly: "Boy, death is coming, how do I see how you still pretend? Didn't you deliberately lure Lao Tzu here? Since you have chosen a cemetery for yourself, then we have no choice but to fulfill you and use this place as your burial place!"

"No, no, no, you can't even bury yourself here, because your physical body must be a tonic for Lao Tzu's evil ghosts, hahaha...... Ahh

His wild laughter stopped abruptly, followed by a terrible scream.

He didn't notice the invisible stab until it pierced into his mind.

But at this point, any resistance is already too late!

He looked up to the sky and fell, and red blood flowed out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

This is the external manifestation of the great impact of the divine soul, although it is not enough to bleed to death, but he is destined to be in a coma for a long time, and even if he is not awakened in time, maybe the divine soul will fall into an eternal sleep and cannot wake up.

Now this power is much more powerful than the last time he used the Amazing Thorn.

Last time, Song Ziyang used a shocking stab, but he still fell into the trap laid by Qiu Ruoyu and almost fell.

At that time, the strength of his divine soul was far from what it is now, and it could be described as a world of difference.

In the ruins of that temple, with the help of "Death Qi", he had already raised his divine soul to the limit that his current realm could improve, almost comparable to an ordinary mountain-moving realm first or second cultivator.

And the countless evil ghosts and ghosts released by the Hundred Ghost Night Walking Talisman also turned into cyan smoke one by one after another after losing control, and returned to the spirit rune.

Song Ziyang only felt that the pressure was suddenly relaxed.

Ordinary spirit runes are basically one-time consumables, and after use, they disappear, but many unique spirit runes in the Yin Rune Gate have changed their attributes after being combined with witchcraft.

Just like this Hundred Ghost Nocturnal Talisman, it can be used as a magic weapon all the time.

After the evil ghosts and yin spirits in them are killed, they can still capture new ones and add them, which is almost comparable to the famous magic weapons in the Yin and Yang Gate, such as the Soul Conjuring Banner and the Soul Suppression Banner.

And at this moment, the flames of the two Yuan Spirit Holy Talismans were also extinguished at this time.

The blood-colored spear that had been transformed by the wave of blood, unhindered by any means, stabbed at his throat again.

Song Ziyang had a splitting headache, but he still gritted his teeth, burst out all the power of yin and yang in the sea of knowledge, and his hands danced quickly, striking out one seal after another.

"Inner Bond!"

I saw that in front of him, a spiritual net appeared in an instant, and the word "saint" in the yin-yang mirror flew out, blooming with golden light, fused on the spiritual net.

Then, this spiritual net shining with golden light was wrapped in a menacing blood-colored spear in the future, and it was fixed in mid-air, and no matter how the eightfold monk of the Tibetan Sea cast a spell, the blood-colored spear could not move.

Even, this flickering spiritual net seemed to be psychic, and it actually followed the fluctuations of the invisible divine consciousness and directly extended to the past, trapping this eightfold monk of the Tibetan Sea.

After casting the Inner Binding Seal, Song Ziyang's eyes turned black for a while, and he staggered back a few steps, almost falling to the ground, dizzy.

At this time, the power of yin and yang in his sea of consciousness had been consumed, and there were still about twenty percent in his body, suppressing the strange white mist.

"Cheng Hai, this kid is already at the end of the crossbow, you hurry up and kill him!" The Zhang family disciple who was desperately urging the blood-colored spear looked at Song Ziyang's movements, and suddenly shouted, "The eldest brother was knocked down by his evil spell, kill him and save the eldest brother!"

Zhang Chenghai, the yin-yang warlock who was carrying the white bone sword, smiled fiercely and shouted: "Don't worry, second brother, this kid will definitely die!"

As he spoke, he rushed to Song Ziyang's approach without hesitation, and raised his hand to slash down with a sword.

If this sword is split, Song Ziyang will inevitably be in a different place.

In the hole of the white bone sword, not only did a large amount of white mist emerge outward, but also let out a wail, like a cuckoo crying blood, affecting the minds of the people around him.

Song Ziyang has indeed reached the end of the strong crossbow, with one enemy and four, he killed one, abolished one, trapped one, and only this last one remains.

Such a record is already very amazing, and if it spreads, it will definitely shock the entire Qingzhou and become the leader of the younger generation.

However, it is not enough......

The crisis of life and death has not been resolved!

He decided not to pay attention to the white mist in his body, and let them rampant first, and solve the trouble in front of him.

But as soon as he withdrew the suppressed power of yin and yang, and wanted to cast the spirit rune, he only felt an explosion inside his body, and the white mist that was originally suppressed completely exploded, filling every piece of flesh and blood in his body.

Suddenly, he only felt that his body stiffened, and he could no longer control it.

The hand that was originally raised was halfway up, and then it froze there.

"Hahaha, this white mist is not poison, but Chenghai miasma, the antidote pill is useless, and now the whole body is stiff, right?"

Zhang Chenghai smirked, the white bone sword in his hand had reached the top of Song Ziyang's head, "Boy, go die!"

"This ...... Are you going to die eventually?"

Song Ziyang's heart was desperate and a little frustrated at the same time.

What he was frustrated about was not that he didn't use the Thunder Bottle, but that he was too careless.

I thought that I could easily kill the four people in front of me, so I led them into this no-man's land, but I didn't expect that these people would have such a strange yin and yang technique, forcing themselves to such an embarrassing situation.

It seems that after all, he still underestimates the monks of the world!

"The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength, the goshawk pounces, and kills with one blow!"

"Don't underestimate any individual, no matter how weak his strength is, there are no wonders in the world, any strange trickery, any strange treasure, may make a powerful monk capsize in the gutter!"

At this moment, he remembered Master's warning words to him, and he suddenly had a realization in his heart.

It's a pity that this realization came a little late......

But at this moment, he only felt a sudden burst of heat in the palm of his hand.

Immediately afterward, he saw the flame imprint of the purple pole heavenly fire in the palm of his hand, blooming with a faint purple glow.

Then a small flower appears.

The flower was tiny, smaller than the little finger, with five petals, facing each other, the last petal on top of it, covering the other four, beautiful and enchanting, but exuding an aura of destruction.

Bauhinia, burn the eight wildernesses!

In the previous fluctuation of divine consciousness transmitted by the purple pole heavenly fire into the divine soul, he was never able to comprehend it, but looking at this little flower, this thought miraculously flashed in his mind, and then some words came out of that fluctuation of divine consciousness, so that he understood the secret method of this bauhinia flower in this instant.

Then his fingers flexed and stretched, making a strange mark, this tiny redbud flower, silently decomposed, a petal merged into his body, and the white mist was directly incinerated away, and there was not even a residue left.

The remaining petals turned into a thin layer of purple flames, covering his palm.

Between the lightning and flint of the bone sword slashing into his skull, he stretched out his hand and held the bone sword in the palm of his hand.

"Haha, boy, you're crazy!"

Zhang Chenghai sneered and said disdainfully.

Then he slashed it down with great force.

In his eyes, there seemed to flash the image of the young man's body being cut in two, blood flowing wantonly, broken internal organs scattered all over the ground, the scene was bloody and terrifying, but it was hearty......

But the next moment, his eyes widened, and his eyes flashed with horror and disbelief, and he muttered in horror: "Impossible......"

He only saw that the ancient magic weapon white bone sword he got by chance did not smash the opponent's palm, but was surrounded by a layer of purple flames, ignited, incinerated, and became smaller little by little, and finally turned into white, crystalline bone powder, floating in the wind.

Gone......

This ancient mysterious magic weapon, which is indestructible and unbreakable, has been burned all in this way, and there is not even the hilt of the sword left!

He stared blankly at the scene, unable to believe his eyes.

Then, purple flames spread over and set his fingers on fire, setting his body on fire......