Finally, in a blood mist exploded, Silver Hook Feilian, who had paid a terrible price, rushed out of the blockade of the blade.

A severe, slender silver arm flew up at the same time as two translucent blade blades flew up and fell far to the ground.

Without the obstruction of the blade leaves, Wang Xuan and the other three naturally rushed out of the house. Looking at the silver hook Feilian who was lying on the ground with the fishtail spread out on the ground after a broken arm, and dripping blood was oozing from the bird's beak, the cold color flashed in the eyes of the Hongyuan monk.

As soon as he raised his hand, he was beaten out by the rosary he held in his hand, and in mid-air, it turned into dozens of golden light clusters, and flew straight towards the silver hook.

And Wang Xuan's Shadow Sword also drew a black light, following closely behind. As for Han Yue, he also raised his hand after gritting his teeth. It turned out to be a cloud of gray mist, condensing into a skull in mid-air, and the fangs rushed towards the silver hook Feilian.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them attacked together.

Silver Hook Feilian, who was already seriously injured, didn't expect that the Hongyuan monk who had agreed with him before would turn his face when he said that he would turn his face, and the two pairs of thin eyes that turned his head were obviously angry.

The hiss in the distance became weaker and weaker, and even though Silver Hook Feilian was anxious in his heart, he couldn't ignore the three of them and rushed over. In desperation, there was a terrible and miserable hiss, and the silver scales all over the body stood upside down, looking like a fried cat at first glance.

At the same time, behind the silver hook Feilian, there were two pairs of extremely thin meat wings, which were shining with silver light, and they were quite extraordinary from a distance.

After the flesh wings appeared, with just a slight fan, they knocked the incoming rosary light cluster and the black sword upside down and flew out. As for the skull, it was even more unbearable, and it was directly smashed into a gray mist and dissipated into the air.

Seeing this, the pupils in Monk Hongyuan's eyes shrank slightly.

He knew a little about this monster, and immediately stepped back a little, and said cautiously,

"Be careful, this demon is going to fight hard, Lord Wang, you should retreat! Yue'er, sacrifice the treasure bowl with your uncle!"

"What!"

Han Yue was stunned when she heard this,

"You're going to sacrifice now... , but uncle, haven't you arrived in that ghost town yet?"

Monk Hongyuan didn't look back, and the small round bowl had already surfaced in his hand.

"Baoyu is just an evil soul, that is, there is no soul of a yin ghost, and it is not much worse to take a demon soul! Yue'er, don't you think this demon soul with a silver hook is quite applicable?"

"This..."

Hearing this, Han Yue actually glanced back at Wang Xuan, her eyes flickered slightly, and she immediately replied firmly,

"Yes, uncle, I'll cast a spell with you!"

Wang Xuan, who took a few steps back, looked at the silver hook Feilian, whose momentum suddenly skyrocketed, and squinted at the Hongyuan monk with the bowl in his hand, and thought silently in his heart.

But suddenly, a small voice sounded in his ears,

"Wang boy, I advise you to either hurry up and find an opportunity to attack that monk, or hurry away!"

Wang Xuan's ears moved slightly, and he also lowered his voice and asked,

"Oh, what do you mean by that?"

The black unicorn sneered and replied,

"That soul condensing bowl is about to reveal its true form!"

At this moment, after the silver hook Feilian, who had been cornered, forcibly forced out his meat wings, his red eyes stared at Monk Hongyuan, and his wings shook suddenly.

"Whew!"

A fierce silver wind whistled with countless silver scales, as if it was going to scrape off the flesh and blood of the monk Hongyuan before he could relieve his hatred.

However, the monk Hongyuan was not in a hurry, and raised the bowl in his hand.

A cloud of gray-white mist that Wang Xuan was familiar with was like a stream of water flowing out of the bowl, and it quickly formed a thin wall of mist in front of Monk Hongyuan.

The fog wall seemed shallow, but the fierce wind only blew away a small half of the fog, and then it stopped with insufficient stamina.

"Dead air!"

Wang Xuan, who felt the gray-white mist, was suddenly shocked!

In addition to the aura, Wang Xuan is very familiar with the dead aura that he has experienced in the dancing ghost city.

The Hongyuan monk under the branch of this golden cloud platform, the bowl and bowl magic weapon in his hand gushed out of the pure and incomparably dead air, it seems that his Ami Bao Yu statement is really just nonsense!

"Heiqi senior, what exactly is the Soul Condensing Bowl? You only said half of it before, please make it clear!" Wang Xuan said in a deep voice,

"The so-called soul condensing bowl is a secret treasure of the evil Buddha sect that was very poisonous in ancient times. At this time, the black unicorn's soul was already full of dragon qi, and his speech was also full of qi, "At that time, the Buddhism Sect did not have such a big power as Jinyuntai, so although there were many branches under the seat, they did not have a big climate. But it just so happened that this evil Buddha sect had caused quite a stir!"

"Senior!" Wang Xuan looked at the bowl in the hand of the Hongyuan monk with some anxiety, and one after another dead qi gushed out, lightly blocking the many attacks of the silver hook Feilian.

Obviously, this Silver Hook Feilian, who had been seriously injured, was by no means the opponent of the Hongyuan monk who used the Soul Condensing Bowl.

"Don't talk about the secret talk of the ancient times, let's talk about what this soul condensation bowl is for!"

"Function?" the black unicorn was interrupted by Wang Xuan, and his tone seemed to be a little dissatisfied.

But in the end, a remnant soul sent people under the fence, and the black unicorn had to respond,

"The soul condensing bowl uses the so-called Buddhist magic weapon as a cover on weekdays. In fact, it is used to collect all kinds of dead yin souls and refine them into pure death qi. This death qi is also different from the death qi created by such powerful yin ghosts. Due to the blessing of the Buddhist scriptures, the dead qi in the soul condensing bowl is not afraid of the sun and the law, and it is very powerful! In ancient times, the evil Buddha sect was disguised as a disciple of the righteous Buddha, and with the help of the opportunity to surpass the dead for the dead, he took the opportunity to seize the yin soul and refine the dead qi!"

"This death qi is so powerful, and I am not afraid of the Demon Elimination Method, could it be that there is no weakness?" Wang Xuan frowned and asked,

"If you really refine the Soul Condensing Bowl to the Great Completion, there really won't be much weakness!" the Black Qilin chuckled lightly, and then said, "It's a pity that this monk's Soul Condensing Bowl is indeed what it says, and there is still a powerful Yin Soul to use as a soul-calming thing, and the fire is still insufficient!, but if he really takes the demon soul of this silver demon, after the Soul Condensing Bowl is completed, I am afraid that he will have few opponents under the five extremes!"

"What does the predecessor mean...?" Wang Xuan tightened the floating light sword in his hand, and glanced at the palm-sized round bowl in Monk Hongyuan's hand.

"If you can snatch this bowl, even if there is no secret method to actually urge this treasure. But with the death qi of his iniquity, it can also help you hide in that ghost city, so that you will not be discovered by the ghost king! What's more, the magic weapon in his hand has not been completed, and with my help, the possibility of taking this treasure is not impossible! Of course, if you have no intention of making a move, just take advantage of it! Otherwise, when his magic weapon is completed, he will urgently need all kinds of yin soul filling, and he will not let you go!"

"How can seniors help me?" In the blink of an eye, Wang Xuan had already made up his mind. Either way, be sure to get your hands on this Soul Bowl. Otherwise, without its lifeless protection, I am afraid that it will be difficult to move an inch in that dancing ghost city!

"Hmm!" the black unicorn seemed to have expected Wang Xuan's answer, and replied immediately without hesitation, "In that case, you will listen well." Even if I add a little dragon energy, I only have one hit, so I'll only strike once. This time I'll block him from using his mana for three breaths. It's up to you whether you can succeed or not!"

"Okay!" Wang Xuan agreed, a cold color flashed in his eyes, and a faint black light appeared from the Glimpse Sword above his head.

At this time, Han Yue, who was waving his palm and pouring out a large cloud of gray mist into the soul condensing bowl in the hand of the Hongyuan monk, seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned his head to look over.

But he saw that Wang Xuan pressed the floating light sword with a golden light blade in his hand, and his eyes seemed to be a little casual looking at the silver hook flying cheap. Although there were some doubts in his heart, the big enemy in front of him was still Silver Hook Feilian. Han Yue still turned her head and concentrated on passing the gray mist into the soul condensing bowl.

Another moment passed.

Forced to force out the last resort, Silver Hook Feilian was unable to break through the defense of the Soul Condensing Bowl's lifeless breath, and his decline was already in full swing.

Not only did the silver scales that exploded on his body settle one after another, but even the already shallow fleshy wings on his back began to disappear one after another, and it seemed that he was about to disappear.

Seeing this, the Hongyuan monk was overjoyed, and he fought in his hands. Suddenly, the dead qi gushing out of the soul bowl was great, and in the blink of an eye, there was a gradual counterattack on the silver hook Feilian.

Seeing that the one-armed silver hook Fei Lian was a little overwhelmed by the dead qi coming from all directions, Monk Hongyuan took a deep breath, turned his head sideways and said in a deep voice towards Han Yue,

"Yue'er, use the secret technique together!"

"Yes, uncle!"

Han Yue also replied in a deep voice, and the gray mist in his hand suddenly stagnated, and then formed seven or eight gray villains in his hands. These little people were no more than three inches in length, but none of them hugged their heads and shrunk outside the column, and even if they couldn't see their faces, they showed a posture of great pain.

The Hongyuan monk on the side was hit on the soul condensation bowl with a magic decision, and suddenly the soul condensing bowl floated up and hung in front of it.

Different from the seven or eight in Han Yue's hand, the dead gas villains spewed out of the soul condensation bowl were endless, floating in the air in a row. Wang Xuan, who was left behind, only counted them roughly, and felt that there were more than hundreds, and he was suddenly a little frightened.

Come to think of it, these are the ghosts that the monk Hongyuan plundered!

After the dead villains appeared, Monk Hongyuan pointed again, and all the villains exploded at the same time, turning into a cloud of extremely rich dead air.

The dead qi approached the rest of the nearest dead air masses, and finally adhered to each other, forming a dark gray chain of dead air.

The chains are ready, just waiting for the prisoners to be detained!

Monk Hongyuan's eyes looked at the silver hook Feilian who was kneeling on the ground again, and the corners of his mouth already showed a deep smile.

However, at this moment, a sharp whistle sounded!

The black light that was almost impossible to see flashed by, and it only took a moment to reach the back of the Hongyuan monk, and he was about to pass through without mercy.

At the same time, the wind was flowing under Wang Xuan's feet, and the floating light sword in his hand was raised, and a golden sword light slashed out at the Hongyuan monk.

Han Yue on one side had just opened her mouth, and before she could shout in surprise, the black light and sword light had already passed over her.

"Whew!"

After a stab from the lightning-fast Shadow Sword, he immediately turned around and turned back. The golden sword light slashed through the body of the Hongyuan monk, cutting a deep chasm on the jade brick ground in front of him.

It's done??

Wang Xuan's brows furrowed, but the hand holding the floating light sword did not relax at all.

The monk Hongyuan is a deep thinker and a very deep strategy. Under Wang Xuan's thunderous blow, he also took advantage of his unpreparedness to hit him hard. If you say that you will be put to death like this, the probability is too low!

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