The sword light flashed, and the Yin Soul that rushed to the front was split in half, only to heal again in an instant.

The white-robed soldier standing in the first row didn't have time to react, and was pounced on by those ghostly creatures. The ghostly creature did not cause any damage to the white-robed warriors as expected, nor did it pass by as in the story, but directly submerged into the bodies of the white-robed warriors and disappeared.

The ghosts that were surging behind rushed forward one after another, and then rushed to the second row of white-robed soldiers, and in just an instant, the white-robed soldiers behind were also submerged by those ghosts.

Those white-robed warriors who were submerged in their bodies by the feminine object seemed to be crazy, desperately tearing the clothes on their bodies, as if they were crazy.

Seeing that the elite of the white-robed warriors in the world had collapsed in an instant, the more than a dozen "embroidered clothes and straight fingers" standing in the third row staggered their swords in their hands, and the ink-colored long swords stabbed straight at the yin ghosts that rushed in their faces. The moment the sword came into contact with the yin object, those yin objects were like burning paper, and their whole bodies were filled with sparks, quickly dissipating into the air. At the same time, the spell on the long sword erupted with dazzling golden light, igniting all the ghostly yin things that had just rushed into the building.

As soon as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the white-robed soldiers in front of them who were invaded by the ghosts of the yin suddenly turned around, naked, and frantically slashed at the dozen or so "embroidered clothes and straight fingers" behind them. The latter was caught off guard by this sudden counterattack, but the well-trained "Embroidered Clothes Zhizhi" raised the short knives in their hands horizontally to block the opponent's slash, and the ink sword followed, like a spirit snake spitting letters, quickly stabbing into the bodies of these white-robed soldiers.

These white-robed warriors couldn't stop it, allowing the ink sword in the hand of the "embroidered clothes to be pointed at" into their bodies. The white-robed warrior who was stabbed seemed to have no pain, did not react, and threw himself at the "embroidered clothes and straight fingers" in front of him with a cruel smile, one side was well-trained, and the ink sword could not be eroded by the yin matter, and the other party was crazy, not afraid of pain, and the two sides soon entered a stalemate.

Gao Yangzhi, who was holding a peachwood sword, had already joined the battle group as soon as those black shadows rushed out, but he didn't expect that this white-robed soldier would suddenly go crazy and turn against him, and at this moment, he was also forced by those white-robed soldiers to be clumsy and embarrassed.

In just one round, the elite white-robed soldiers left behind by Wu Bao just now were all wiped out. The rest of the "embroidered clothes are pointed at" is even more injured by everyone. Qiu Ye looked at the three-story bridge behind the blazing flames that were constantly pouring out more ghosts, and saw that the civet still had no intention of making a move, he couldn't help but be anxious, and kept looking at the civet beside him, the latter didn't seem to notice Qiu Ye's gaze, his fists clenched, staring at the depths of the blazing flames.

Qiao Zongshen thought that he had paid enough attention to this trip and was well prepared, but he didn't expect to underestimate the danger of this time. Seeing that more yin objects continued to pour out from the blazing flames, and the dozen or so "embroidered clothes Zhizhizhi" brought by him were trapped by the white-robed warriors who had lost their minds, they knew that it was only a matter of time before those yin objects rushed in front of him. At this moment, I only hate that I didn't bring more people over, even if it was a monk from Gaochang Kingdom.

It's not that everyone didn't think about withdrawing, but the location where the blazing flame appeared happened to be between the upper and lower stairs in the center of the room, and the only way to retreat was sealed.

It's just that in the minds of everyone, the yin ghosts gushing out from behind swarmed again, rushing towards more than a dozen "embroidered clothes straight fingers" who were blocking the front. More than a dozen people who were already overwhelmed, after the arrival of those yin ghosts, were instantly killed by the crazy-like white-robed soldiers.

"I was thinking of waiting a little longer to catch some big fish, but now it seems that time is running out. ”

Qiu also looked for prestige, and a middle-aged scribe in a Confucian shirt gently opened the folding fan in his hand, and stepped forward in four directions.

Mr. Yang。。。。。。 Qiu also wanted to stop it, but when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back.

After Yang Shiqi stepped out, as the folding fan in his hand opened, Qiu also saw the content of the folding fan in Yang Shiqi's hand for the first time, which is different from the famous poems written on the fan of most literati and scholars, that is the content of the fan is extremely special, there are only eight big characters, four words on the front and back, the main book "Luo Shan Seal", and the endorsement "Controlling the Yin Demon".

Yang Shiqi gave an unfathomable smile to Qiu Ye beside him, threw the folding fan in his hand high, and the words "Controlling Yin Demon" hung high in the air, and Yang Shiqi said with words in his mouth:

"Qingni buckles his forehead and calls the palace god, and the dragon and jade dog open the gate of heaven. ”

As these fourteen words came out of Yang Shiqi's mouth, a gust of wind rose from the ground, facing the yin wind gushing out of the blazing flames.

The wind is fierce, and the wind is treacherous.

Even so, the gang wind seems to be born to restrain this weird yin wind, where it passes, the yin wind dissipates, and many yin ghosts and ghosts are even more eager to retreat, those yin ghosts who have no time to dodge and retreat are quickly wrapped in the gang wind, and the yin qi on the body is gradually dispersed with the gang wind, wailing endlessly.

Seeing that many yin ghosts were forced back into the blazing flames, Yang Shiqi flipped his wrist, and the folding fan in the air suddenly changed.

Yang Shiqi was not in a hurry, and read again in his mouth: "The waist hangs and seals the capital, and the yin wind roars the Heavenly King Banner." With the fourteen characters blurted out, those yin ghosts who fell to the ground, the cold and black air on their bodies disappeared, and their figures gradually appeared, each wearing a navy blue yin soldier ghost suit, with an unrecognizable ancient character on his chest, standing with a halberd in his hand, with Yang Shiqi waving with one hand, a "go" word, these ghosts in Yin soldier ghost clothes turned around and rushed towards the white-robed soldiers who were fighting with the "embroidered clothes Zhizhi" in the field.

Seeing Yang Shiqi's hand just now, he raised his eyebrows lightly, and finally understood why he didn't like Yang Shiqi when he saw Yang Shiqi for the first time, not because he didn't like Yang Shiqi's frivolous personality, but because the strange smell on this person's body was actually a dead body.

What a Luo Shan seal!

The halberds in the hands of those Yin soldiers surprisingly did not pass through their bodies like the previous Yin Things. Instead, it was inserted into the bodies of those white-robed soldiers who looked like crazy, and with the sound of a terrible wail, the white-robed soldiers who were stabbed were no longer injured by swords and guns, but fell to the ground one after another, without any breath.

On the three-story bridge within the blazing flames, many yin ghosts who were cowering suddenly launched a commotion, and scattered like crazy, and many ghosts on the side of the three-story bridge were squeezed into the river one after another, and were dragged underwater by the hungry ghosts in the river.

As a passage spread out in the middle of the three-story bridge, a team of Yin soldiers who also held halberds appeared neatly on the bridge, unlike Yang Shiqi who had just pardoned the Yin soldiers by means of spiritual detention, this team of Yin soldiers were all pale and dressed in black helmets and black armor transformed by Yin Qi.

A tall ghost general dressed in black armor and wearing a black six-petal phoenix helmet stood in front of many Yin soldiers, holding hammers in both hands, staring at Yang Shiqi, who was pardoning the Yin soldiers.

Yang Shiqi withdrew the folding fan in his hand, looked at the tall ghost general with the same interest, and said to himself: "Not bad!"