"Do you need us to protect the Dharma?"

The old Taoist priest squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the coastline and asked softly.

The consensus of the Xuan Cultivation Circle is that the Feng Shui Master's positional battle is almost invincible, but if it is an unprepared encounter, it is even more wasteful than the Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Basically, it represents the lower limit of metaphysical cultivation.

And now, although it is not a complete encounter, there is not much time for the feng shui master to prepare.

Even if this mysterious noodle man could start the feng shui bureau in an instant, the old Taoist priest didn't believe that since so many people had gathered over there, he would be unprepared.

The satellites are too cheating, especially the satellites used by the occult forces, which all have metaphysical sensors on them.

Not long ago, the movement of the noodle people in Haijiang can be found as long as they are not blind here.

There is no invincible method of metaphysical cultivation in the world, and there are not too many ways to counter Feng Shui masters.

Once the noodle man did not start the feng shui bureau at the first time, then he would definitely be greeted by hundreds of onmyoji's fire splits.

But coincidentally, the biggest advantage of the Quanzhen people is that the blood is thick and high, and it is also an all-round kind.

Even if you don't fight the physical body and find a way to attack the soul or consciousness, then the Quanzhen Sect people will make you realize what it means to have a big mouth from the Yang God.

That's why the old Taoist priest asked if he wanted to protect the Dharma.

"Protect yourself."

The noodle man said four words in a hoarse voice, which made the three old Taoist priests stunned for a moment.

At the same time, the whale of the four, which was less than five kilometers away from the shoreline, could even see the eerie light from the Yin-Yang Jutsu and the roar of Shikikami.

Among them, a bright red Shikigami is particularly eye-catching.

It is a wine-swallowing boy, and it is also a wine-swallowing boy who is summoned by fifty onmyoji, and has eighty percent of the strength of the body.

Shikigami's memories will be passed on to the ghost god body, and the defeat in the jungle that was not even called a battle before made the drunken boy extremely angry.

A sneak attack guy actually dared to defile the invincible exploits of the drunken boy!

Be sure to make you pay!

In order to wash away his "shame", the drunken boy even did not ask for *** as a sacrifice for the first time, but took the initiative to cooperate and appear here.

In the eyes of the ghosts and gods, the man with the face can already be said to be close at hand, and the wine-swallowing boy can see the lines on the pale face and the eye holes that shine with black and gold light.

The black-gold light filled Jiang Qi's eyes, and even in the galloping state, he pulled out two brilliant bands of light.

The three old Taoist priests looked at the back of the noodle man in unison.

A panic and horror for no reason lingered in the hearts of the three old Taoist priests.

"Moan"

The whale hissed and rushed forward almost with its eyes closed.

As soon as I get to the coastline, I'm free!

The whale, who has an aura and already has a little wisdom, thinks so.

Both groups of people could not afford to offend, and in order to save their lives, the whale could only say: I just want to be a mount, I don't care who is on my back.

Thinking so, the whale began to sprint, and the tail fin began to move, hoping to turn back to the depths of the sea as soon as it reached the place.

But as it rushed, the whale found that its tail fin was getting lighter and lighter, not like it was slapping the sea, but like slapping the air?

….

The whale opened its eyes in confusion, and suddenly found that its head had completely left the surface of the sea, and the whole fish was rising, and this rising process was far from stopping.

The unsighted whale did not see the dull, frightened, and even unbelievable expressions on the faces of the hundreds of people in white robes on the other side.

There's nothing wrong with the whale's feelings, and it's not wrong, it's really rising.

Similarly, the sea is rising.

Dozens of kilometers long waves converge on the sea at some point, gradually rising little by little.

Five meters!

Ten meters!

Fifteen meters!

Thirty meters!

Forty meters!

In the eyes of the Onmyoji on the shore, it was not a wave, but a sudden tsunami!

Dozens of kilometers long, more than 40 meters high waves rolled over the sea, and in the waves, there were countless sea fish and some inexplicable things.

And at the peak of the whole wave, there is a whale, occupying a proper position.

But no one looked at the whale, and everyone's eyes involuntarily focused on the person above the whale's head.

The pale face is so small in the contrast of the endless blue water, but no one can ignore it.

Pale, people subconsciously think of the judge, think of the mourner.

There are also things like death, silence, emptiness, etc.

In short, it's not a good word.

The eyes with black and gold tracer light make people feel chilled from the heart.

"Fall."

Jiang Qi spoke softly.

The sound is not loud, it is really not loud at all, but it is clearly sent to everyone's ears.

"Run!!"

I don't know if it was the Onmyoji who spoke first.

The poignant and piercing voice seemed to open a light.

The originally well-organized formation, after a moment of stagnation, turned into a headless fly in a sea of fire.

But it's too late.

It stands to reason that the wave that should have receded after getting closer to the coastline violates the perception that the closer it is to the shoreline, the higher it rises.

until

"Boom !!!!"

It was like a great flood that destroyed the world, and the overwhelming sea water poured down in mid-air.

If it's just a simple sea water, no matter how big the scale is, all the people present are the elites of the Onmyoji, and each one of them is the pride of the Tuyumen family.

For them, an ordinary tsunami only needs a water avoidance charm, or the corresponding Shikigami, to withstand it almost unscathed.

But now it's different.

This wave condenses and pours water, and it is heavy.

It's not the weight of the weight, but the weight of the gas engine.

Every onmyoji who was covered by the sea water was suppressed by the power of yin and yang in his body almost instantly, and he could no longer use half of it.

As a result, the original high-ranking Onmyoji found out in despair that he had become an ordinary person.

Hundreds of Onmyoji wailed in the seawater, but most of them had just opened their mouths before they were filled with endless waters of water surging in all directions, and they fell into a hell of despair.

Occasionally, a few lucky people successfully let out a scream for help, but soon they were even more desperate to find that no one could save themselves.

….

Nearly 50 meters high, the sea water with the ocean air engine covers almost the entire coastline.

It's a long story, but in reality, it's only a few breaths of time from the time the waves fall to the time they recede.

But just a few breaths almost wiped out the elite combat power of the First Onmyoji Family and the Tuyumen Family.

And the reason why I say almost, is because there are still so few people still alive.

The most striking thing is a young man wearing a bright red feather, obviously very handsome, but with the smell of bloody blood.

The drunken boy had a gloomy face, and the tsunami just now didn't have much impact on him.

But it still took nearly half of his aura, and with the death of the onmyoji who summoned him, he couldn't maintain this god for long.

The drunken boy saw not far away.

The man with the pale face stepped on the waves, step by step to the land.

The waves that had just swallowed hundreds of lives were as tame as cats at the feet of the noodle man.

"Whoosh!"

wine

The swallowing boy did not hesitate, and the extreme speed burst out in an instant, like a winding blood line, striking the faceless man who had just landed at the most tricky angle.

Even if the three old Taoist priests beside the noodle man reacted at the first time and blocked in front of the noodle man, the drunken boy did not have any intention of dodging.

On the contrary, instead of anger, he rejoiced.

In his opinion, it is impossible for the noodle man to have any spare strength just to dominate such a big wave, and the reaction of the three old Taoist priests is the best proof of this!

Die!

Trade your life for just one god!

The drunken boy already had a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, and the joy of washing away his shame.

Closer, closer! 、

The noodle man is already close at hand!

There was a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of the wine-swallowing boy's mouth, and his palms turned into hideous ghost claws!

Even if the three old Taoist priests' attacks on the soul had already reached their immediate eyes, the drunken boy didn't care.

Because it only takes another blink of an eye to catch the head of the noodle man!

At this moment, the drunken boy noticed that the noodle man raised his hand.

Two fingers, to be exact, with a black-gold glow on the fingertips.

With the black gold light shining, the wine swallowing boy found that he could not move.

It's obviously close at hand, but it's still close at hand.

He saw the noodle man flick his fingers lightly.

In an instant, the sea-blue qi filled the sight of the drunken boy, and this was also the last scene that he, the Shikyu, saw before it was shattered.

As the figure of the wine-swallowing boy turned into a meaningless paper figure and collapsed, Jiang Qi blinked suspiciously.

Where did this dude get the courage to play decapitation for himself?

Along the way, Jiang Qi kept moving the feng shui line, forming a linear feng shui bureau.

Or rather, a trumpet-shaped feng shui bureau.

The tsunami-like wave was formed by the extreme compression of the ocean air engine that burst out at the narrowest channel mouth.

But who knows if the ocean air engine after the explosion and spread can be condensed again?

The result of the wine swallowing boy test was: yes.

After the diffusion, the qi used to seal and control the aura of the onmyoji present reunited around Jiang Qi after the waves receded.

In other words, the wine swallowing boy thought that he was facing the exhausted Jiang Qi, but in fact he was facing the qi of the entire wave just now.

The three were a little embarrassed, and the old Taoist priest glanced at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes, no wonder the faceless man only said to let them be careful.

In that scene that seemed to be punished by heaven just now, even if the target was not them, then they had to be careful and careful.

Moreover, even if it was the last surprise attack of the drunken swallowing boy, it was stopped by the noodle man himself and then killed, and before the attack of himself and others reached the drunken boy, the other party exploded.

What is the origin of this noodle man?

Jiang Qi didn't care about the psychological reactions of the three old Taoist priests, but looked at the only person who was still alive except for the drunken swallowing boy present.

It was a very old onmyoji, and there was a gold medal hanging on his waist, and on it were the three words Tuyumen, and at first glance, he knew that it was the high-level of the Tuyumen family.

Jiang Qi took two steps forward, his voice hoarse.

"Hand over all those who practice Sun Simiao's scriptures, Rao Er and others will not die."

Wait?

The head of the Tuyumen family, who was seriously injured and dying, looked around.

There was only a corpse all over the field, and he couldn't help but have a doubt in his heart.

Are there any living people here besides themselves?

Beanie flies, flies