Zhou Qing used all his strength to carry the Xuangong, and his hands formed the seal of the immovable Ming King. The six-zhang golden body giant behind him released like the sun rising, and the yīn soldiers who surrounded it were scorched by the golden light emitted by the six-zhang golden body, and the black smoke rose straight out, and the six-zhang golden body giant was much clearer than before, and I faintly saw that this giant was on all sides, with eight arms, and each hand seemed to be holding something, but it was really vague, it seemed that Zhou Qing's jīng divine power had increased greatly, but it was still far from enough.

With this golden body amulet, coupled with the fact that the warrior soul and fierce ghost were attracted by Wen Lanxin's hundreds of gold-armored gods for a while, Zhou Qing's pressure was not great, and the divine thought of the imperial envoy turned into a blood divine knife, and violently slashed over a wide mouth, biting the head yīn soul towards him, and the black qi was instantly sucked into the blade, and a ball of white light spit out from the double-headed wolf's mouth on the handle of the knife and entered the center of Zhou Qing's eyebrows, blending into the relics the size of a grain of rice.

The divine power of jīng poured down from the center of the eyebrows like cháo water, and after the magic of the Ming King Seal was poured into the golden body behind him, the golden light of the six zhang golden body was great, and the face was a little clearer! The military souls that rushed up one after another were blocked by this golden light, Zhou Qing's knife was sometimes erratic, sometimes wide and wide, and he actually used the knife technique that he had just stolen from the ghost general, originally, Zhou Qing only needed to use the true yuan with all his strength, open the Dutian Great Array of the Blood Transformation God Knife, and under one knife, there was no problem in killing one hundred and ten military souls, but then the true yuan was consumed, which was tantamount to suicide.

Now Zhou Qing Zhenyuan does not move, relying on the power of the sword, the true yuan is almost not consumed, more relaxed than the Xuanyuan Dharma King Wen Lanxin, and within a moment, he cut down a few yīn soldiers who were caught and killed by the golden armor god, and the pure jīng divine power dissolved into the small relic in the center of the eyebrows with the divine thought of controlling the sword body, and every time a yīn soldier ghost was cut over, Zhou Qing's relics increased a circle, and the mental power was also a huge point, and the golden body behind him was also a point clear!

It wasn't until Zhou Qing absorbed the mental power of more than a dozen soldiers' souls that the original relics in the center of the eyebrows, which were the size of rice grains, actually increased to the size of soybeans, and the golden light emitted by the huge appearance of the six-zhang golden body behind them was like a sea surging, even the most ferocious yīn souls and fierce ghosts were excluded from the golden light, but those fierce ghosts were not afraid, and they roared one after another to rush into the golden light, and for a while, the squeaky ghosts in the channel were squeaky again and again, and the black smoke was loud, and the weaker head ghosts were directly refined into nothingness by the golden light, and those corpses were complete, and the violent and fierce ones were also dispersed into black smoke, and then re-condensed into entities, but one by one they were much weaker in momentum, apparently burned by the golden light.

King Xuanyuan also received more than a dozen yīn soldiers, and the power of the soul and blood hand was raised to a higher level again, and he was complacent, and suddenly felt the golden light dazzling, and the fierce and violent aura in the passage decreased a lot, so he noticed the anomaly on Zhou Qing's side, and saw the six-zhang golden body giant with four faces and eight arms standing behind Zhou Qing, and the four faces were facing each other, and the expressions were different, or happy, or hideous, or indifferent, or solemn, especially each face had a raised eye, but the eight arms were still blurry, and I couldn't see what weapon was in my hand。 "What is this?" Wen Lanxin was not blind and noticed the change in Zhou Qing, and glanced at King Xuanyuan and asked at the same time. Rao is two people are well-informed, and they don't know that the golden body behind Zhou Qing is the fairy Buddha of the road, and King Xuanyuan has also seen it once in the valley, thinking that it is the Liujia Golden God, and Wen Lanxin's secret method of sprinkling beans into soldiers has the same secret method, but now it seems that it is not the case at all.

A long knife with a deep ghostly aura suddenly appeared, and the light of the knife changed again and again, no matter how Zhou Qing dodged, he didn't escape the entanglement of the long knife, so he had to fight hard. The Blood Transformation Divine Knife is worthy of being an ancient demon soldier, and its own instinct urges, a blood light bursts out, directly shattering the big knife condensed by the ghost power, but Zhou Qing is a jīng god fluctuated, and the divine thought almost couldn't control the blade, that knife came really ingeniously, directly cutting at the weak point of the connection between the divine thought and the knife body, if it wasn't for the instinctive urging of the Blood Divine Knife, this time was enough to make Zhou Qing temporarily lose control of the Blood Divine Knife. Zhou Qing hurriedly took the knife back and held it in his hand, now this knife is the stuff of his own bottom box, if he loses it, not to mention the great reduction in strength, it is a question of whether he can get out alive.

The ghost aura is deep, and it gathers into a three-pavilion long knife, Zhou Qing crosses the chest of the knife, looking at the ghost general who is three zhang away from him, the ghost will not continue to do it after slashing Zhou Qing, a roar, rushing into the middle of the golden armor god who is caught and killed by the ghost soldiers, the long knife flies for a while, every time a knife comes out, there must be a golden armor god who is split, like a tiger into the wolf pack, when Xuanyuan Fawang and Wen Lanxin come back to their senses, those golden armor gods around the three people are less than half, and many military souls yīn soldiers swarmed up, and several yīn souls surrounded a group of golden armor gods and beat up。 King Xuanyuan secretly screamed that it was not good, this kind of golden armor god can just protect the body, so that the three of them will not fall into the siege of the military soul yīn soldiers, if they are surrounded and killed, I am afraid that the three of them will end up with hatred.

Huge bloody hands, gods and demons, invariably rushed towards the fierce ghost general, both of them knew that if they didn't solve a fierce ghost leader, it would be useless to kill more yīn soldiers, and the two of them shot with all their strength at the same time, this is a matter of life and death, and there is no room for sloppiness. The ghost general is different from the ordinary yīn soldiers, as if he knows that these two things are not easy to mess with, and he doesn't even take it hard, relying on his own not being an entity, gathering and scattering, dodging the pursuit of bloody hands and gods and demons, and from time to time taking time to hack to death the golden armor god who was torn apart with a few yīn soldiers, Xuanyuan and the two met such a cunning ghost general, and they were helpless for a while, both of them were in a hurry, and the means were even used, but whenever the danger was urgent, the ghost general dodged in a mysterious way. After this pause, the golden armor god was torn apart a lot by the ferocious yīn disease, and there were only a few dozen left, and more yīn soldiers surrounded them, densely packed with a radius of more than ten zhang, although the three of them had also killed a lot of yīn soldiers before, but compared to the total of nearly two thousand, I am afraid that it was only a few tenths.

Finally, Wen Lan's newly summoned golden armor god was slaughtered, and the two pursued the ghost general to no avail, and the yīn soldiers were unhindered, and they all rushed up, and the ghost turned into a puff of black smoke and ghost qi and disappeared into the many yīn soldiers, and even the divine thoughts of the two were blocked by the evil aura of the souls of many yīn soldiers, and they couldn't detect it in the slightest.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, King Xuanyuan roared, bit the tip of his tongue, and a mouthful of bright red jīng blood spurted out, and the blood hand of the soul got this jīng blood urge, doubled in size, and grabbed a few fierce yīn soldiers who rushed in front, and then Xuanyuan divided his hands, and the space actually cracked a crack, and he didn't even care about the sword formation, and King Xuanyuan escaped directly into the space and disappeared, but he didn't want to suffer, and even took a handful before he finally ran away!