"Where did you come from?",

Seeing the lark's fingers writing in the air, arranging the thousand Yin Souls into a formation with skillful techniques, the young man of the Six Dao Demon Sect couldn't help but become solemn in his heart. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Although the lark and Wuchen have only been defensive so far and have not been able to take advantage of anything, the spells he has performed since the two of them have always been restrained by the lark, and the Demon Talisman Array has restrained his Five Yin Array Technique, and this Yin Soldier has restrained his own technique of turning qi into wind.

If it weren't for the Seven Absolute Sealing Realm's Bone Xiao Qu Ling and the Ghoul Sect's Soul Evil Monarch by his side, I was afraid that he would already be in a bitter battle.

He was born in the Hell Path, and since he was a child, he has studied ghost art with his brothers and sisters, and knows the dangers of this fighting method, not to mention fighting against others, even if it is a competition between the same sect, there are often deaths and injuries.

He was able to live in the Hell Dao until now because he had stepped on a corpse, and he was confident that his attainments in magic had already been quite successful, otherwise the old demon in the Hell Dao would not have let him come to the Seven Kingdoms to carry out the mission, but the Taoist priest in front of him made him feel that he was constrained everywhere.

The ten small arrays behind the lark spread out to form a huge fan, and he sneered: "Do you deserve to know my mastership?"

Fingers condensed, and a stream of ghosts roared by.

The yin wind was instantaneous, knowing that this formation that turned qi into wind was useless to the yin soul, the young man quickly pinched the trick, and the demonic qi on the six small flags surged, converging and condensing into a huge ghost shadow in the sky.

The demonic aura was swirling, and the ghost's facial features were blurred, but two bloodthirsty rays of light shot out from its face, penetrating three feet away.

He can summon Yin Spirits, and naturally he also has a way to restrain them, and this Hell Evil Spirit is born for Yin Spirits.

"Boy, your spells are impressive, but not to the point where you can be presumptuous in front of me",

He laughed darkly, and the huge ghost in the air opened its mouth and sucked in a few Yin Spirits, and then flew upwards involuntarily and was sucked into its mouth.

Qu Ling's flute sound became sharp, a sound, a wave of inspiring, Wuchen knocked on the wooden fish against the ever-increasing flute sound on the other hand to deal with the two golden corpses and two imps, the dull sound was endless, his eight-armed demon body is beyond the body of the Buddha King Kong martial arts, the strength of the battle body is rarely matched in the world, but these two golden corpses are also like steel cast iron, can be hard to shake him head-on, although the chest has been shaken by him, but it is not easy to destroy these two golden corpses for a while.

The lark's Yin Soul did not benefit from the young man, he had neither hard skills nor changing spells, but simply divided the Yin Soul into three, only fighting with the young man, and attacking Qu Ling and the Evil Monarch of the Scornful Spirit.

The yin wind was howling, Qu Ling knew that once this yin soul entered the body, it would be like a soul devouring curse, as long as it was contaminated with a little bit, it would be entangled like a maggot on the tarsal bone until death, she resolutely swept out, and the red clothes flew away, no more, no less, just kept a distance of one zhang from the screaming yin spirit, and the tune of the bone flute was not affected at all.

The Evil Monarch of the Soul Evil Monarch smiled "Suddenly", any Yin Soul entered the body, and the breath on his body immediately became disordered, but he didn't care at all, any Soul entered the body.

As a ghoul, the Shade is both companion and food for him.

It was only after a moment that the aura on his body stabilized, and the aura of those yin spirits all disappeared, while the demonic aura on the Evil Monarch of the Soul Cult increased by three points unconsciously.

The lark frowned slightly, his fingers rushed out, and he decisively changed the formation, except for the yin souls besieging the young man, the army of yin spirits rushed towards Qu Ling.

A hideous smile appeared on the zombie-like face of the Evil Monarch, and he stepped forward, preparing to break the game with both hands, but at this moment, the wind sounded in his ears, and the gray lark's figure flashed in an instant, and a cold air came out of his palm.

"Peng",

The Evil Monarch instinctively stretched out his palm and slapped it with him, but when he wanted to palm, he heard a slight sound, and the cold air penetrated into the skin through the palm, and the ice crystals condensed, and the two palms were frozen together, and then the cold air came through the bones.

"Huh?",

The gray lark didn't say a word, just passed the cold qi in his body into his body endlessly, without any spells, any martial arts, just simply pressed by the yin evil cold qi.

However, the face of the Evil Monarch became ugly, and his body became stiff after the cold air entered his body.

Ghouls don't care about the flesh, they don't care if they are injured, badly injured, or destroyed, generally speaking, a ghoul will prepare more than ten bodies, as long as they don't be lonely ghosts for too long, their strength will not weaken, and as long as they have a body to nourish them, they will never die, ordinary spells and martial arts can hurt their stored bodies, but it is difficult to hurt their bodies.

But the cold qi that entered the body was completely different, and the pure yin clone in front of him obviously had insight into the ghouls' weakness, and the cold qi froze the blood and veins of this body, first trapping his body in this body, and then forcing it into his body, the soul stored in this body.

And he had no other choice but to use his spirit to resist this cold air.

The demonic qi surged out to resist the cold aura of the gray lark, and the Evil Monarch did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

As a result, the battle situation suddenly became a stalemate, the lark and Wuchen fought the three demons, the lark and the young people of the Six Demon Sect changed their formations several times, and it was difficult for anyone to suppress the other party.

Everyone knows that whoever runs out of spiritual power in this battle will lose, and it will be difficult for the losing side to escape from Ascension.

The lark and Wuchen are jealous of the three demons, and how can the three demons not be afraid of these two people in their hearts? This monk seems to be harmonious, but his temperament is worse than that of the demons.

The yin wind shouted, and the time passed minute by minute, but the seven kingdoms resented day and night, and it was always so gloomy, no one knew how long this vicious battle lasted, and the aura on the five people was depleted little by little, and the sweat beads on their foreheads were dense, but no one dared to give up first.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a century long, the chests of the lark and the dustless both rose and fell sharply, and the three of Qu Ling were also out of breath, but they still tried their best to maintain each other's offensive.

And unconsciously, the clouds in the sky above have gathered again, and the sound of "hissing" came, and the red thunder penetrated through the clouds, like a red snake poking out, and then several people heard the roar of the wind and clouds, and an extremely powerful coercion approached quickly.

"Zka",

"Boom",

With a loud bang in the sky, a red figure suddenly descended, and the Xiayi that crossed the air was like a sharp rainbow.

It's her....

Seeing that figure, the lark and Wuchen were shocked.

And at this time, there was a sword sound in the distance, Qingyue was excited, echoing sound, and a voice came into the ears far away.

"The dragon is the head of the beast, the birds are the phoenix, only my sword is out, and there is no edge in the world",

....... (To be continued.) )