A moment later, a Taoist boy walked in, fell to the ground, and asked. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What does the Ancestor command?"

This monk's way.

"You go to the spell room, bring nine spells over, Ancestor I want to cast a soul spell!"

When the boy heard this, he seemed to have thought of something terrifying, and he couldn't help but tremble, and hurriedly retreated.

The monk looked at the back of the Taoist boy as if he had fled, and he laughed strangely and muttered to himself.

"Such a cowardly person, what's the use of keeping, it's just that you can wait for the time to refine it into a curse, and let that stupid emperor send some more good materials and good quality!"

After a while, the Dao Tong led nine blood-colored charms all over his body, like a stupid person, to come in and replied.

"Ancestor, the curse has been brought!"

The monk had already decided the fate of the Taoist boy in the future, so he no longer paid attention to him, but only answered and told him to retreat.

The boy retreated in a hurry, as if he had been pardoned.

When the monk saw this, he did not delay any longer, pinched a mantra, recited the mantra silently in his mouth, and then broke off.

"Formation!"

The nine originally confused cursers immediately responded to the call, and quickly formed a formation to surround the monk in the center.

The magic in the monk's hand changed, the spell in his mouth rose again, sat in the center, and played a mana, submerged into the nine spell people, as the magic changed more and more rapidly, the mantra chanting became more weird and loud, the blood-colored spell on the nine spell people suddenly brightened, blooming nine blood-red brilliance, staining the entire stone room into a blood-colored piece, as if coming to a blood-colored hell, very terrifying.

Seeing that the time had come, the monk stretched out his hand towards the nine mantras and grasped them, only to see nine blood-colored figures rising from the mantras, and the nine blood-colored figures were empty and empty, not like entities, and flew into the black flags with the monk's spells.

At this time, the monk suddenly got up, pinched a magic trick in his left hand, held a golden bell in his right hand, walked with strange steps, circled around the black flag, and the incantation in his mouth continued, and every time he circled the black flag, he would shake the golden bell, lean down and bow to the black flag, and shouted loudly in his mouth.

"Soul come, soul come!"

I saw inexplicable mana leading away along the Void Spirit.

In the Pure Yang Palace, Ye Zhiqiu was concentrating on mobilizing the Qinghe Yang Qi to continuously melt and drive away the black qi, and the magic power that aroused his mana agitation had already dissipated, and with less of this annoyance, he could concentrate on dealing with the black qi, and the progress was much faster, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, but he thought that the person who cast the spell secretly would not give up so easily, and would inevitably make some moves, so he had been secretly paying attention.

Sure enough, only a moment later, he immediately noticed an inexplicable spell bursting out from the black qi, this spell was completely different from the previous one, more dangerous, more weird.

Ye Zhiqiu only felt an inexplicable chill enveloping his heart, and even the Yang God sitting on top of the green lotus trembled inexplicably.

The mana burst out, and it rushed straight to the Yang God, and suddenly Ye Zhiqiu's entire mind sounded with a terrifying ghostly cry, which disturbed his mind.

Fortunately, he had been secretly paying attention to it before, and at this time, he reacted immediately, pinched the magic trick in his hand, recited the heart-clearing mantra, and one after another clear light rose from his heart, guarding his heart, and letting the ghost cry wolf howl without disturbing it.

However, this magic power is so simple, suddenly his heart sounded a crisp bell, this bell seems to have an inexplicable magic power, straight through the spirit platform, into the yang god, passed to the three souls and seven spirits living in the yang god, the three souls heard this bell is a foggy nightmare, but the sound of chanting in the mouth of the yang god is brilliant like thunder will also come over, and the three souls will wake up.

As soon as he woke up, Ye Zhiqiu's heart was drowsy, he almost couldn't hold the magic trick, and he couldn't recite the mantra, so he was immediately shocked, and hurriedly stuck to the spiritual platform, calmed his mind, and recited the Taoist Sutra together with the Yang God to appease the three souls.

However, this strange bell rang from time to time, and it was accompanied by an inexplicable call of "Soul come, soul come!", which became even more intensified, as if there was magic power, the three souls called Ye Zhiqiu involuntarily went towards the void several times, if it was not for the last luck to wake up, the consequences would be unimaginable.

At this time, Ye Zhiqiu was already in danger, and the Pure Yang Hall was all plunged into a brilliant chanting sound like thunder.

But it was the head of the eight veins and the five bamboo people who were originally guarding Ye Zhiqiu's side, seeing that Ye Zhiqiu suddenly recited the Taoist Sutra, and the law above his head was changing, knowing that the real person in charge of the sect was fighting against the person who cast the spell, they had no way to help each other, so they could only recite the Taoist Sutra separately, hoping to help the master.

However, Ye Zhiqiu's situation has not improved, as the soul power of the dementor becomes more and more ferocious, the life soul among the three souls has been half out of the yang god, and it seems that it will be taken away at any time, and the situation is already extremely dangerous, and it is on the line of life and death.

At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly blessed his soul, only to see his Yang God sitting on the green lotus suddenly open his eyes, and then pinched a mantra with his small hand, and the chanting sound in his mouth changed, and he actually recited an unfamiliar scripture.

This scripture was obtained from the treasure house of the Pangu Great Realm, and manifested on the platform of the main hall when it was nameless, Ye Zhiqiu obtained it before, and saw that although its scriptures were subtle and profound, they were plausible, and they were not a practice method, so they did not study it deeply, and they did not want to recite it at this time.

This scripture is called, the Taishang Cave Xuanling Treasure has no measure of people's superior quality Sutra, there is an infinite amount of power to create Dao power, mysterious and profound, difficult to penetrate.

This sutra is extraordinary, once it is recited, there are visions, only to see the three-foot green lotus under the seat of the Yang God swaying with the sound of chanting, and a cyan aura is then emitted, rolling up the mana river in the green river, turning into a cyan Dao seal flying up, arranging into a Taoist sutra in the air, the blue light is clear, and the mystery is extraordinary.

The mana of the soul dementor spell was shattered at the touch of this sutra blue light, and it was difficult to do it.

At this time, Ye Zhiqiu's flesh furnace also recited this Taoist scripture together, the chanting sound was brilliant like thunder, echoing in the pure yang hall, a mysterious and mysterious and wonderful Taoist rhyme achievement, the sound of everyone's chanting was all suppressed, only this Taoist rhyme flowed, everyone listened to the scriptures and realized the Tao, and gradually entered a wonderful realm, immersed in the surrounding of the scriptures and Taoist rhyme, as if there was gain, as if there was understanding, or joy, or sadness, or sadness, or hand dancing, or silence, all kinds of situations.

Ye Zhiqiu also entered a mysterious realm, constantly reciting the Taoist scriptures, blessed with inexplicable Taoist power.

The three souls that were dazed and drowsy had already regained their consciousness and returned to their positions.

At this time, the sound of chanting followed the void spirit lead upstream, and actually reached the stone chamber of the cave where the monk who cast the spell was.

The sound of chanting like thunder suddenly appeared, filling the stone room, startling the monk who was casting a spell on himself, and almost interrupted the spell.

Fortunately, he is a good hand in this way, and he has been invading him for many years, and he hurriedly collected his mind and urged the spell even more.

However, this brilliant chanting sound has an inexplicable power, penetrating the heart and pointing directly to the heart.

Although the monk resisted in every way, he still couldn't help but hear the sound of chanting, gradually, the pace of his spell slowed down, the spell in his mouth gradually became silent, the magic in his hand has been loosened, the golden bell can not sound, the soul comes, the soul comes to the call is no more, with the magnificent, mysterious and profound chanting, the monk is immersed in a mysterious rhyme.

In the stone room, the strange black banner suddenly gushed out a black gas, and then the black gas surged violently and rolled, as if something was about to break free.

At this time, with the sound of chanting in the void, Mouran fell a blue light, shrouded in the black gas, the original turbulent black gas fell silent in an instant, after a few breaths, a white light rose from the black gas, faintly visible in it There is a humanoid phantom, this phantom seems to be pulled by an inexplicable force, gradually introduced into the void, flew to the inexplicable place, when leaving, this phantom in the direction of the chanting sound, bowed, as if thanksgiving.

Subsequently, clusters of white light, large or small, broke away from the black gas one after another, before and after, totaling no less than 10,000.

This group of light is a living soul taken by the black flag, usually imprisoned in it, used as power, at this time, with the help of this strange scripture, finally broke away from the black flag and re-entered the reincarnation.

This black banner lost these tens of thousands of souls, and its natural power was greatly damaged, and the treasure light was dim.

The monk who had cast the spell was connected to the black flag, and the black flag was damaged, and he was immediately implicated, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he also woke up from his state.

As soon as Fang regained his consciousness and heard the sound of chanting like thunder, the monk immediately made a decision, pinched a magic trick in his hand, and cut off the black qi that was contaminated on Ye Zhiqiu's body, and lost this void spirit guide, and naturally the source of the chanting was cut off, and the void was gradually hidden.

Seeing this, the monk finally breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered to himself with palpitations.

"What a weird Taoist scripture, if it is one step later, the mind of this seat will be photographed, and the spell will be devoured, it will be difficult to escape, fortunately, there is a black flag to remind you!"

As he spoke, he looked at his own black flag, and when he saw the miserable appearance of the black flag's vitality, he couldn't help but be so angry that the three corpse gods jumped violently, and the seven orifices were about to erupt into fire.

The monk laughed angrily, gritting his teeth and saying angrily.

"What a pure Yangzi, what a pure Yangmen, this seat is really a light enemy, such a wonderful means, not only bad for my cultivation, but also destroy my treasure flag, from now on this seat will never die with you, wait for me to be a lord, mobilize troops, and scatter your bones and ashes, and raze Chunyang Mountain to the ground!"

Talking to himself like this, his heart suddenly trembled inexplicably, as if he was being watched by others, and he blurted out.

"Who! who's snooping on this seat!"