Although the ghost cultivators in the Netherworld Domain are strange and vicious, they are seriously restrained by the magic powers of the fire and thunder attributes, so as long as they are prepared, the monks of the same rank will not be afraid to fight with the ghost cultivators of the same level. And they can often win the battle.

It's just that in the northern region of the Xuanhuang Great World, the possibility of encountering ghost cultivators is relatively low, plus the wood, water, and earth spirit roots tend to monks, and cultivating fire and thunder attribute spells is half the effort, so monks of the same level will suffer when they fight with ghost cultivators.

In addition, there was no preparation in advance, and no one expected that the battle would last for such a long time, and after a month, the fire and thunder talisman in the hands of the Golden Rainbow Valley monk was exhausted, and the magic weapon was damaged, and he was more and more at a disadvantage in the battle with the ghost cultivator.

The ghost cultivator, who had already built the ninth layer of the foundation, quickly integrated into the body of the young man who had just been killed by it, and in the face of the fire banner and flying sword in front of him, he or it quickly grabbed the magic trick, and raised his hand to sacrifice seven or eight magic weapons from the Qiankun bag to block it.

The monk killed by it only had a cultivation of the Qi Realm, and naturally there were no third-order magic weapons in the Qiankun bag, but he was worth a fair amount, and there were actually seven or eight second-order magic weapons of acceptable quality, which temporarily blocked Zhang Lie's double sword attack during the boom.

Boom, bang, bang.

In the sound of the successive magic weapons shattering, with the body of this possessed ghost cultivator as the center, a large area of gray-black mist spread, suppressing the divine consciousness and diluting the aura.

Whoosh, swish, bang.

The sword qi shuttled, because the pressure that Zhang Lie brought to this ghost cultivator was relatively too great, the sword light was fast and ruthless, and under the care of one or the other, the body occupied by the ghost cultivator was bombarded by several spells and magic weapons.

It's just that it only defends against fire and thunder and even attacks that can pose enough threat to itself, and the rest of the attacks are left to bombard the body, and the occupied body is quickly tattered, but it still does not affect it like a boneless evil thing, moving freely and with amazing speed.

"Through the method of possession and seizure, harness the magic weapon to reduce the restraint of fire and thunder? It's only been a month, and the spirit has grown to this point, if they are allowed to escape outside and mingle among mortals, I really don't know how many deaths it will take to get rid of this fang. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Lie in mid-air secretly used Xuangong.

The flying fire fox banner and the fire virtue sword spread out a crystal pure white aura from the inside out, faintly turning into the shape of a tiger's roar: innate gangqi, divine element turned evil!

The quality of the innate Gang Qi is not inferior to the Great Sun Purple Qi, and the evil qi of the Divine Yuan also has a suppressive and restrained effect on the Yin Matter.

What's more, there is cooperation between the two.

The Fire Fox Banner and the Fire Virtue Sword, which were originally blocked and restrained by several magic weapons and the dark mist, the latter's sword light was full of light, strangling and discharging the magic weapons around them, and the former suddenly burst out with astonishing speed, tilting like a javelin, penetrating and nailing into the ghost cultivator's body, directly nailing it obliquely in place.

"Senior Brother Zhang, good means!"

At this time, an old monk with a white beard exclaimed.

Immediately after that, he raised his hand and threw out a rune sword, and then bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of spiritual blood, feeding it on the rune sword, and the next moment, this rune sword turned into a pure white spiritual energy lightsaber, and flew violently towards the nailed ghost cultivator.

Zhang Lie's methods are clever, and the other monks in the Golden Rainbow Valley are not all weak, especially some of them are old monks who have been cultivating for a long time, no one knows what kind of means they have hidden in their bodies and what kind of magical powers they have in their cultivation.

It's just that these old monks usually pursue the principle of self-preservation, and of course they will do what the sect has explained, but they will not do their best, let alone at the cost of losing their own interests and endangering their own safety.

But in this kind of situation of beating the water dog, you can shoot with all your might.

The aura lightsaber directly pierced through the ghost cultivator's chest, and the powerful spiritual power that spread out also made the ghost cultivator no longer able to possess this lifeless body.

And yet the next moment, bang......

Suddenly, the body suddenly split, burning into dozens of blood-colored burning Yin Thunder Light Flames, flying in all directions.

In the Netherworld, ghosts have no concept of time, and even if they don't have spiritual intelligence, they can survive for hundreds of years, thousands of years.

In this long period of time, it is possible for them to condense any kind of fierce supernatural powers, after all, the cultivation of human cultivators still has a time cost, and they do not need it.

Between the spread of blood flames and thunder, almost all the monks around them flew away and retreated, even if it was Zhang Lie, the blue wave blue bull flag slipped out of his sleeve and fell into his hand.

Between the micro scrolls, an incomparably thick aqua-blue barrier enveloped its entire body.

Several blood flame yin thunderbolts slammed into it, shaking like rippling water, and its body also drifted backwards slightly.

At the same time, a blood-colored yin qi rose into the sky, suddenly breaking through the encirclement of the foundation building realm cultivators present.

Zhang Lie stared at the hideous ghost face in the yin qi, and the blue wave green bull flag in his hand moved slightly, but looking at the direction in which the ghost face fled, his mind changed, but he still didn't really make a move after all.

"Chase!"

"Catch it up and avenge Master Qian's nephew!"

Four or five Qi Cultivation Realm cultivators who built the foundation and followed them rose to the sky, chasing down the high-level ghost cultivator who had been badly injured.

Killing this fang, not only can they ask for merit in the sect, but also the spiritual things of the third-order ghost cultivation are often of good value, even if there is no merit in the sect, being able to win this treasure is not considered that they have fought for this battle in vain.

However, Zhang Lie did not follow and catch up immediately, but flew down, recalled the fire fox banner and flying sword, and at the same time, saluted the senior brother Wang of the Golden Rainbow Valley.

The one who had just been possessed was the disciple of Senior Brother Wang, and at this moment, the old monk came to the front, holding the remnants of his disciple's body and bursting into tears.

Decades of getting along with immortal cultivators and apprentices, as long as it is not the kind of relationship between demon monks, most of them will have deep feelings.

Before, it wasn't that he didn't want to save his disciple, but he really couldn't do anything.

"Eternal life, freedom and eternal life! If you don't master the great supernatural powers, what's the use of asking for immortality in all disciples? Immortality is just a Dao fruit, but it is not my ultimate pursuit. ”

"I do my own way, when I live, I live, when I die, I have no regrets!"

Looking at the crying and powerlessness of the old man in front of him, Zhang Lie recalled many, many things in his past and present lives.

In the last life, when the fire came to his face, he had no regrets in his heart, and in this life, he obtained the inheritance of the Taihao Gold Medal, and he was expected to prove the immortal Dao fruit, but he could practice self-discipline for it, and work hard for it, but he would not wear out his own spirit for it, so he became a stone that only knew how to chase immortality frantically.

I will laugh for happy things, I will cry for sad things, I will also be happy, sad, painful, thousand-year-old, and spiritual.

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