Those sharp sounds echoed, directly making the houses and buildings on both sides of the streets and alleys turn into powder, as if a punch hit the flour pile, there was no earth-shattering explosion, and there was no roar in people's ears, as if every tiny particle was trembling wildly, causing all the material structures to fall apart in an instant, it can be seen what kind of lethality these high-frequency sound waves are difficult to distinguish in the ear, but rushed into Zhang Qian's ear cavity, but was swallowed by the auditory palace acupoint behind the ear, like a copper bell, those high-frequency sound waves kept reverberating and refracting in it, but could not break out, gradually dissolved, the original messy sound, also cleared out of the head.

This is the wonderful use of the listening acupoint, and now only one-tenth of the potential of this acupuncture point has been developed, if it can reach the extreme, no sound in the world can escape his ears.

The five acupuncture points sealed in Zhang Qian's body are related to the five senses of the human body, such as sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch, while the divine sense is the sixth sense.

If you can elevate these five senses to the extreme, they are actually not inferior to the mysterious sixth sense.

Zhang Qian took advantage of the convenience of listening to the palace acupuncture point, and analyzed the sound of the ghost howling clearly, and naturally found out some flaws in the magic power of this crying stick. In the turbulent place, although these howls are invisible, they contain substantial power, and they can really be touched, if they hit a person, they will inevitably turn people's bodies into blood and mud, even if his leakless spirit body is as tough as a high-level spirit treasure, and it is not easy to be damaged, but it can effectively hinder his body shape, making his speed greatly reduced, and now he is outnumbered, as long as his speed decreases slightly, he falls into the encirclement of the four ghosts, and immediately falls into the depths.

Although he didn't know what threat the four ghosts could pose to him, many of the methods were inconvenient to use now, and it was a bit troublesome to deal with, and it would take at least a lot of time.

Now that he knows the flaws and sees the stitches, this voice has not affected him in the slightest.

Behind the yin god who shook the mourning stick, a ghost pinched the right time and threw the iron lock in his hand suddenly, one end of the iron lock was a sharp hook and claw, like a butcher's instrument used to kill a cow, bloodstained, but as huge and heavy as an iron anchor on a sea ship, exuding a chilling ferocious aura, thrown violently, the bowl of thick iron locks were pulled straight, like a spear pierced, strong rust, The bloody breath came to the face, the iron locks collided rings, making a deafening friction sound, this Yin God was transformed by the murderer after his death, his body was more than a foot high, his arms were like pines, and the power was terrifying, and this iron lock was also cast by the deepest 'Rakshasa Blood Soul Iron' in the deepest part of the Yin Cao.

This 'Rakshasa Blood Soul Iron' is forged by the power of the earth's centric magnetism, and absorbs the most gloomy grievances in the underworld, and its weight is extremely heavy, and it is often used by the ghosts and gods of the Yin Si to suppress the powerful ghosts of the hungry ghost path.

Let your supernatural powers cover the world and your mana reach the sky, let this 'Rakshasa Blood Soul Iron' make of soul suppression nails be nailed, and you will not want to break free.

This iron lock alone has more than 100,000 catties, and it is thrown with such arm strength, and the destructive power can be imagined?

Although it is not as varied as a flying sword, it can take a person's head thousands of miles away, but in a place close at hand, it is not inferior to any flying sword, and even the swordsmanship of the Scarlet Dao people will be overshadowed in the face of the destructive power of this iron hook.

And the timing chosen by this yin god is also very tricky, at the moment when Zhang Qian was trapped by the sound of ten thousand ghosts crying, his four ghosts have known each other for a long time, since the outbreak of the ghost plague, they have also joined forces to kill many people who cultivate the Tao in the world, and they are naturally familiar with each other's methods, although this person was not injured by the crying sound, but he will definitely be contained, but the moment the iron lock is like a spear piercing, Zhang Qian's body is like a phoenix wearing flowers, smart and ethereal, interspersed along the weak gap in the sound tide, the iron lock only pierced an afterimage, but not even half of Zhang Qian's placket was touched, and then the iron hook was in the air, making a loud bang, as if it shattered and collapsed that piece of void.

The terrifying wave of qi swept away from the iron lock, and it actually shattered a withered willow tree at the entrance of the alley ten zhang away.

However, all this is completely useless, Zhang Qian easily broke through the encirclement and interception of the sound tide and the iron lock, the figure is more ethereal than the ghost, almost impossible to fathom, although the cultivator can use the magic power for thousands of miles, but in the close range of tossing and turning, it is not as good as the ghost to occupy the advantage, the body is too intense, it is very easy to cause the flesh furnace Ding can not withstand the backlash of the power and fall apart, which is extremely undominant in the struggle, it is precisely because the cultivator's supernatural power is far more powerful than the ghost, but it can only be equal to the reason that the supernatural spell is difficult to hit, and all this is not a problem for Zhang Qian。 In an instant, he had already broken into the place outside the body of the Yin God of the leader.

The empty door is wide open, close at hand, and there is no room for defense and dodge.

Zhang Qian flicked his sleeves, and the fire pill in his palm flew out of his hand, directly submerging into the chest of the Yin God, and before he even let out a scream, he saw wisps of white light like thorns shooting out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Then the entire skull directly turned into nothingness, and in an instant, the entire body also disintegrated inch by inch, and disappeared.

From this Yin God shaking the mourning stick, to the Sun God Fire engulfing it, the whole process is less than a blink of an eye, the iron lock that flew out is still hovering in the void, Zhang Qian's judgment can be described as extremely accurate, if it is directly baked and burned with the true fire of the sun, the four ghosts can completely resist it together, and it is difficult to cause substantial damage to it by relying on the weird and erratic body of the body, but he chose the right time to approach the Yin God body, and then directly hit the fire pill into his body, perfectly combining the power of the flesh with the magic spell, it can be said that the fighting technique has been deduced to an extremely exquisite level, to the point of no return, like the difference between a knife to seal the throat and a knife to slash, as long as the two are compared, the judgment is made.

Zhang Qian rolled his sleeves and suppressed the mourning stick into the Linglong ** Tower, and then the shadow under his feet was full of shadows, and the whole person was like a gust of wind, abruptly pressing towards the burly demon.

Although his body is as tall as the waist of the evil ghost, but this time it is approaching, wrapped in a terrifying killing machine, oppressing people's hearts, but it is forcing the evil ghost to retreat again and again, frightened, the iron lock is slammed back, the front end of the iron hook is like a poisonous snake back, towards Zhang Qian's back, even if it can't hurt him, it can also make him throw a mouse bogey and stay away from himself, as long as he distances, with the light body of the ghost has no substantial advantage, and fight with it, as long as he is not hit by the white dangling bead, this person is not impossible to deal with, but he never thought that the person he saw in front of him was just an afterimage, and the iron lock passed through his body silently。

This yin god was horrified, and his eyes radiated, wanting to find his traces.

I saw that where he stood before, there were only two deep footprints, and the hard bluestone was directly trampled into dust and floated leisurely.

And the afterimage faded, and there was still half a trace of it.

As soon as he subconsciously raised his head, he saw that a foot or two above his head, a figure hovered there like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, his sleeves flying like wings, and his hands were strong, like hooked claws, grabbing at his heavenly spirit cover, and in his palm was the one that made all the ghosts frightened. Talking about the fire pill, this is going to let it succeed, he will immediately follow in the footsteps of others, he was shocked, and now the iron hook rolled back, shattered the phantom, the residual power was undiminished, and stabbed towards his own chest, and it was too late to change the direction to block, and after seeing the terrifying power of the fire pill, he also knew that this thing was definitely not contaminated by the ghost's body, so he simply sat back and waited, as if he had given up resistance.

Then I saw the iron hook hit the chest, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared.

The iron hook was like a poisonous dragon, passing through his chest, and the rough iron chain directly tore his body into wisps of blood mist, and then with that strong inertia, it flew out and stuck to the iron lock, as if he was injured by himself, and he also dramatically tore himself to pieces, and saw a bloodstained one. The iron lock of minced meat flew away diagonally, like an iron arrow shot by a giant crossbow, and he was about to escape, but Zhang Qian fell from the air suddenly, stepped on the end of the iron lock with one foot, and his legs were like two sacred mountains, nailing the iron lock to the spot, and he saw that the chain was suddenly tightened, as if it was torn by two forces at the same time, making a tooth-sore sound.

The locks flew out not by inertia, but by the demon's dissipated form and possessed in it.

The reason why ghost cultivation is difficult is that the body is between the virtual and the real, it can be aggregated and dispersed, and it is extremely difficult to be eliminated, if the body of the cultivator is torn into flesh and blood, it is that there are nine lives that are also exhausted, but the ghost cultivation is different, that is, it turns into a puddle of water, and it can also be recovered in a very short time, and it can only be completely erased with the magic spell of restraining ghosts, so the dramatic scene before it is just a trick used by this yin god, trying to avoid Zhang Qian's edge, but he did not expect to be directly recognized by him, and a kick actually stepped on the iron lock he possessed, this kind of rapid change is simply beyond imagination, and the outrageous is even more unbelievable。

He is attached to the iron lock, and urging this thing may be able to generate millions of catties of dragging force, even a mountain can penetrate it.

And this man actually trampled on this thing with one foot, so that he could not escape from the clutches of the devil.

Is this a human, or is it an ancient beast that has been changing into a human form?

However, before he could think about this problem clearly, he felt a terrifying power coming from the other end of the iron lock, which was uncontrollable, and the iron lock was forced out of his control, and was pulled out of that layer of bloodstains, like a python molting, the evil ghost and spirit were violently torn, as if the will and divine thoughts were about to fall apart, in order to be thorough, he had to give up the ghost spirit treasure that had been cultivated for a hundred years, although it was heartache, but it was better than being taken away by Zhang Qian with people and things, The seal should be good, the blood stains quickly peeled off from the iron lock, and then quickly condensed in the void, and in an instant, it changed into its previous appearance, but before he could calm his mind from the panic, his eyes suddenly went black.

I saw a long black shadow attacking through the air, and the sound of rubbing against the iron lock was like thunder, and the air was like gelatin, as if it had been smashed out of a hole, and the sound only echoed in it, so it was unusually dull.

This power is ten times more ferocious than when he uses it himself!

Before he could react, he was swept through his chest by an iron lock, and his body was no longer torn into a blood line, but directly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and even the blood mist disappeared without a trace in an instant, and was eroded by the wind.

Although the body of the ghost can be aggregated and dispersed, it is shattered to such an extent that it is extremely difficult to recover. The environment is damp, the slightest change is the end of the soul, Zhang Qian naturally could not give him this opportunity, the fire pill in his hand flashed white, the high temperature swept, and the lingering yin qi in the air was suddenly incinerated away, the last bit of imprint left by this yin god in the world has been completely wiped out, and two yin gods were killed in an instant, Zhang Qian did not stop, the iron lock in his hand shook, like a bridge across, directly to a skinny yin god on the eaves on the right side of the street.

The old ghost held a white skull in his hand, and chanted a long and intricate incantation in his mouth.

I saw that the skull's eye socket gradually ignited a touch of green light, like a ghost fire in the cemetery, the fire light illuminated the void, as if opening a portal, a fierce and cold breath came from the desolate world behind the portal, mixed with the sound of a dog barking, all of which were like thunder, and the roar seemed to make people's souls tremble. This old ghost saw that the situation was not good, and knew that Zhang Qian's magic power was vast, and it was difficult to deal with it, so he actually broke through the barrier between the hungry ghost road and the human world, and wanted to use the strategy of driving the tiger and devouring the wolf, but he didn't expect Zhang Qian's methods to be so domineering, it seemed to be devastating, and the two yin gods couldn't pull much time for him, so they ended up in ashes.

And his spell was also completed, how could the barrier between this hungry ghost Dao and the human world be so easy to break through, and it would take at least ten years to cast it once, and the spell casting process was also complicated and long.

"Oops!" the old ghost secretly said that it was not good, and if it was wise at this time, he should interrupt the spell and dodge immediately.

But the capital has been smashed in, and all the results of seven or eight years of penance have been burned, and it is about to succeed, but how can it be willing to fall short, gritting his teeth and persevering, it is also a battle against the water.

However, before his determination could bear fruit, the iron lock had already swept in, and the terrifying force directly blasted him into powder, turning into a cloud of green smoke in the air and still desperately condensing the body, while controlling the skull, the phosphorus fire shook like a candle shadow, but it was not extinguished, it was actually a thief's heart that was not dead, and it was still maintaining the operation of the spell, how could Zhang Qian let him do what he wanted, with a flick of his fingers, the fire pill in the palm of his hand shot directly into the eyes of the skull, and the green light was suddenly dyed with a touch of variegation, and the portal phantom was torn apart, and then it was a crazy tremor, and the old ghost's body had re-condensed the outline, although the facial features were not clear, but his horror could still be seen.

It looked heavy and struggling, as if it was trying its best to suppress the power that seemed to break through the skull.

In the end, even at any cost, the fast skull was stuffed directly into the abdominal cavity, wrapped with a soul, and suppressed with all his strength, but the skull trembled more violently, and it did not stop at all, but the green ghost fire in the eye socket has been gradually replaced by white light, and then a wisp of fire rose from it, this time it seemed to ignite a powder keg, a huge and white flame suddenly swept away, directly extinguishing the ashes of the old ghost, leaving no trace at all, the skull was suspended in the air for a moment, and then fell down, Zhang Qian raised his hand to take back the fire pill, and the fire was extinguished, leaving only a pile of scorched black charcoal with green smoke。

The four Yin Gods who blocked the way were gone in an instant, and the third one was gone, and only one was also frightened.

But those who can cultivate into the Yin God, most of them are great traitors and evildoers in their lifetimes, and they have deep resentments after death, and they refuse to be reincarnated obediently. Stubborn, life and death are like dung for him, but now he was frightened by Zhang Qian, he didn't even have the courage to fight, turned around and fled, his body was like a wisp of yin wind, through the wall and through the courtyard, although it was unhappy, but it was better in a weird and ethereal, elusive, Zhang Qian did not chase, the iron lock in his hand shook, like a giant sword flying out of his hand, invincible, nothing to stop, more than a dozen houses were razed to the ground, and the smoke and dust swept the world for a while.

The Yin God thought that he could escape with his innate advantage and cross the courtyard through the wall, but he knew that Zhang Qian's methods were so domineering, and before he came back to his senses, he felt a huge force invade his whole body.

The body was shattered in an instant, and before it could be recondensed, Zhang Qian was already like a violent wind, chasing after him.

With a wave of his hand, the true fire of the sun swept out like a tide, incinerating the yin qi.

Zhang Qian waved his hand and accepted a few ghost dao spirit treasures, although these things were useless to him, and cultivators disdained to use them, but they were a kind of credential that could build momentum for himself in the future.

At this time, in the Taoist temple, the ghost fairy with the face of the national character was already pale, and a gloomy cold light erupted in his eyes, changing too quickly from beginning to end, making his emotions rise and fall in an instant, and he was extremely ashamed, and he was also extremely dignified, and the four Yin gods went to stop a monk in the early stage of the realm of Qi Xing Zhoutian, no matter how you look at it, it was a foolproof arrangement, but it was swept away by the other party with lightning speed, which was beyond the limit of what he could understand, but his heart was also clear, and he was not carried away by anger。

And at this time, he must take care of the big array, otherwise it will be even more harmful for the girl to break through the ban, if this person can't be easily out as he wants, then he doesn't want to continue to provoke.

"Wu Na Dao people, this king is the king of Jing among the five ghost kings of the ghost city of Xudu, leading all the ghosts under his command to besiege and kill an enemy again, and do not want to make branches, if you are just a passerby, I advise you not to intervene horizontally, you take your Yangguan Road, I cross my single-plank bridge, the well water does not violate the river water, if you don't listen to the persuasion, you can only meet with swords, and you secretly figure it out, you are alone but the opponent of the ghost generals under the command of the old man?"

A voice of implicit anger swept up from the Taoist temple in the city, soaring into the sky, condensing into a large cloud above the heavenly dome.

(To be continued)