Chapter 070

He jumped forward, turned into a light rainbow, and flew down before the others, sweeping straight to the top of the peak where the man was. At this moment, the remaining disciples are also watching carefully. The calamity has been measured for thousands of years, and although the two ways of good and evil have not yet been taken seriously, there is bound to be a battle.

However, for thousands of years, the disciples of the Evil Dao have mostly known about the Daoist supernatural powers of the Ten Original Wenzong, but they have not yet figured out the details of their opponents.

Although the other party is an evil person, he has a very good appearance, with a clear beard under his chin, long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a slender body, a wide robe and big sleeves, and a fairy wind and bones.

Then he looked at the root of the ear playfully, as if waiting for him to choose how to break his spell. Ergen only hesitated for a moment, then resisted the urge in his heart and ignored the evil wind.

Instead, he pointed forward, and a peachwood magic sword behind him flew out from behind, and with a bang, it stirred up a black light and slashed downward. The man smiled slightly, his figure suddenly blurred, and with the sword light, the whole person turned into a little blue light, shattered like a bubble, and there was not even a trace left.

Ergen also knows a thing or two about the methods of the pirated Demon Sect, and he can't see that what he killed is just an inconsequential blood, but his true body is hiding somewhere, he took the peachwood sword back and held it in his hand.

He looked left and right with great vigilance, and mocked: "Evil Dao Xiaoxiao, are they all hiding their heads and showing their tails like this?" he shouted a few times, but no one answered, frowned, and raised his finger to the side of his eyes.

Suddenly he opened his eyes, and a fine light shot out from his eyes, and swept back and forth on the mountain several times, but he still couldn't see any clues. He couldn't find where the other party was, and he didn't stay here for long, so he rushed down with the wind.

The evil wind was blown by the river wind and went to the shore again. There are hundreds of writers standing in this place, most of whom are lowly cultivated, and the highest ones are only in the realm of being on the shelves. One of them saw an evil wind blowing towards him.

There was a foul smell wafting from the evil wind, and when it came to his eyes, he couldn't help but reach out to take it, but in Fang Hand, a bloody light suddenly flashed out, drilling into his body, but in the blink of an eye, he was nailed to the spot, his whole body convulsed, unable to move, and he had to scream.

The wind swept out of his body and drifted away. And when they saw the monk go, how could anyone dare to take it, as if they were avoiding the plague, they all dodged in fear.

But this thing shook in the air, and a bloody light flew out from it, and it spun around in a circle, but in an instant, these people passed through one by one, and immediately they were like clay sculptures and wooden tires, standing there and unable to move.

The root of the ear just rushed over, saw this scene, sneered, shook his sleeves, shook out a pair of bamboo books, sacrificed them in mid-air, and then made a joke together, only to hear a loud sound, the book was opened, and a blue light shot out at the lower end, covering the edict, and said, "Close!"

The light was suddenly closed, shrunk from Zhang Xu Kuaner to the size of a needle, snorted, a wisp of green smoke drifted by, the spell had been broken, and the edict floated to the ground. When the remaining ordinary writers saw the root of their ears here, as if they had seen a savior, they all shouted: "God help!"

Ergen frowned unconsciously, he knew that he needed to find the other party's main spirit or the real body to deal with it, so that he could break this method. As soon as he took the magic trick, he still had the magic eye and swept it away, but after a while, he still couldn't find a clue.

He pondered for a moment, flipped his palm, took out a dark iron astrolabe, held it on the crook of his arm, shook it, and the needle on it turned around, and immediately pointed out a direction. He raised his eyes, looked at an empty corner, and said coldly: "So here, just a little trick, can An hide it from me?"

As soon as he pointed his hand, thousands of bamboo sticks flew out, caged the area of several zhang, and fell down together, submerged into the soil, and the roots were straight to the sky.

He pinched the magic trick, boom, and the bamboo sticks exploded together, and then with a wave of his sleeves, a gust of wind swept away the smoke and dust, and then looked at that place, it was already a mess, the mud and stones were turned over, and there were broken branches and leaves everywhere.

As he was glancing, he suddenly heard the exclamations behind him one after another, turned his head to look, and was surprised that there was actually a writer who was blown apart, and the corpses were all over the ground.

As soon as he thought about it, he guessed what kind of substitution the person used to replace his death, so that he could end up here. The monks were all frightened, and they were obviously afraid of the same fate. A representative who was watching the battle on the peak saw it very clearly, and said, "But borrowing things for the god of death?"

When the fried buns fought with the pirated Demon Sect, they suffered under this method, and they remembered it deeply, so they nodded and said: "Yes, it is this method, I don't want the Demon Sect to have someone practice it, and I don't know where it came from." ”

At this moment, several Demon Sect elders hidden in the Demon Cloud also pointed and pointed, and someone said: "If this technique of borrowing things for death is refined, even the Divine Passage Technique can be suppressed, as long as you are careful not to be caught by it, you will be fine." ”

Another humanitarian: "As long as this ear root god has all the magic weapons, and then there is a mystical skill to complement him, he is a big opponent of my demon gate, and if you want to deal with this person, you need to try to break its artifact first." After looking at it for a while, the other person judged: "This person is not a senior brother's opponent." ”

The people who opened their mouths commented: "This ear root is not bad, judging by its neat behavior, magic spells are at your fingertips, and it is not a person who works behind closed doors, but the senior brother has few enemies among my generation, even I dare not say that I will win, if this ear root retreats early, maybe I can save my life." ”

Ergen didn't find the other party, his face was stupid, and his heart was secretly hateful, although he knew that the other party must be hiding in it, but there were hundreds of people here, and as a person in the righteous path, it was impossible for him to kill all of them.

His face changed several times, he snorted, and sneered: "You demon, do you think you can restrain me like this?" He pinched the spell, shook the Dao clothes, and in an instant, a fierce beast with the body of a dragon head and a horse flew out from it.

The ferocious beast rushed to one person, opened its mouth and bit it, dragged out a bloody head, swallowed it in one gulp, and then rushed to the next person, and did the same, after a circle in the field, everyone collapsed to the ground, apparently the spell had been broken.

And the beast roared, shook its mighty body, and returned to the root of the ear robe. He patted his robe, as if to brush off the dust, stood proudly in the air, and said proudly: "I know that your pirated Demon Sect is good at concealing and absorbing writers to cultivate, if you come out of one, I will destroy one, and see how many you have for Dao Master and me to kill!"