Yang Chengzi only looked at half of it, it was obvious that it was a Maoshan spell, Chen San was stamping while stamping, and the two ghosts flew over when they saw Chen San start casting a spell.

The ghost servant pulled out a pitch-black long knife from behind him and slashed at Chen San, and the resentful soul turned into a dark red ghost qi and rushed towards Chen San, and the spirit tiger jumped in three steps to block the way of the ghost servant.

At the last moment, Chen San took the last step, and in an instant, a huge body appeared from Chen San's body, constantly getting bigger.

Although there was only a half-body phantom, it was only big enough to despise the common people in the blink of an eye, and when Yang Chengzi was surprised, the white half-body phantom had already leaned down and grabbed the resentful soul and the black-robed man.

The black-robed man saw the huge phantom grabbing towards him, his eyes widened and he unconsciously took half a step back, but he had no intention of running away.

He took out a black charm from his bosom and threw it into the air, pointing his fingers up, and the black charm ignited a dark blue flame and floated in the air.

The resentful soul was close at hand, and it had already arrived in front of Chen San, and was grabbed by the giant hand that swooped down and pressed it to the ground.

The other hand of the white phantom reached the front of the black-robed woman, but a huge ghost hand suddenly stretched out from the black spell, grabbed it in the air and blocked it.

Linghu also bit the ghost servant's hand at this time, but was kicked back by the ghost servant and smashed into the tree.

Yang Chengzi saw that the situation was unfavorable, so he wanted to cast the Heavenly Thunder Spell to split one by one, and took steps to prepare to cast the spell, the huge ghost hand grasped the white phantom, and most of his shoulders had come out of the black talisman.

Chen San kept changing his handprints, his eyes were always fixed on the black-robed woman and the ghost hand stretched out from the spell, and the giant hand that grabbed the resentful soul and threw it towards the black-robed woman.

Although the resentful spirit flew back like a stone, it pierced through the black-robed woman and appeared behind her in human form, seemingly unharmed.

After the white phantom left his free hand, he was about to catch the black-robed woman.

At this time, the thunder was rolling, Chen San looked up, and knew that it was heavenly thunder, changed his handprint, the white phantom disappeared, and at the same time, his hand was sealed with the heavenly thunder curse mark.

In an instant, two heavenly thunderbolts fell, one really slashed on the tree, and the other slashed on the huge ghost hand, the black spell turned into a fire and burned, and the ghost hand dissipated and turned into ashes with the burning ghost qi of the spell.

The black-robed woman gritted her teeth and glared at Chen San, eager to eat him alive.

At this time, Chen San was the spirit of the old man, without any fear, the ghost servant had already rushed towards him with a big knife, and the spirit tiger jumped and pounced towards the black-robed woman.

Chen San's feet kicked back, bit his fingers, and a palm thunder slapped towards the ghost servant, who took a knife to block it, and took a step back with a "boom", but continued to rush over after just one step.

The resentful soul also rushed towards Chen San at this time, and the black-robed woman deftly dodged the spirit tiger's claws, and knocked down on the spirit tiger's head with the pole in her hand, and at this moment, the spirit tiger lost consciousness, fell straight to the ground, and slid forward, not moving.

It's not that Linghu is too weak, it's just that there's nothing good about following Chen San.

The pole in the hands of the black-robed woman has a lot of origins, and the soul scattering lamp that has been passed down from generation to generation hundreds of years ago, let alone stun the spirit tiger, a few more hits, and the soul is scattered, but she only has Chen San in her eyes, and she doesn't care about the life or death of the spirit tiger.

Yang Chengzi looked at the situation in front of him and knew that he couldn't retain his strength, and Chen San might not be able to defeat this evil magician alone, so he closed his eyes and began to perceive the divine thoughts, and a familiar divine thought appeared in the divine consciousness, isn't it......

Without the slightest hesitation, he stepped on the gang step and asked God to come up.

For ordinary people like Chen San who have no Taoist foundation, the divine sense will be temporarily closed, so the invited divine soul will not have the memory of the time after leaving the body, but for a Taoist priest like Yang Chengzi who has a Taoist foundation, his divine soul will still be conscious and can clearly see what is happening.

A pale golden divine thought rushed straight from a distance and submerged into Yang Chengzi's body.

Sure enough, Yang Chengzi did not guess wrong, this familiar divine thought was the Guangyuan Patriarch who brought himself to Maoshan Mountain, Yang Chengzi opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him made the Guangyuan Patriarch also frown.

Chen San next to him grabbed the big knife cut down by the ghost servant with both hands, and the resentful soul had already grabbed Chen San's soul and began to pull out, Chen San drew a spell with his feet, recited the spell with his mouth, stepped on it with his feet, and then formed a curse mark, and his whole body was golden.

The hand that was holding Chen San's soul was burned and let go, and he kicked out with the body of the ghost servant, and took a few steps back, which was temporarily out of the predicament.

The mud and sand under the ghost servant's feet began to flow, and the entire ghost body slowly sank in, but with the help of the ghost qi broadsword, he quickly broke free, and the resentful soul did not have any respite, and pounced on Chen San again.

Guangyuan Patriarch bit his finger, and in an instant, he drew a soul-calming talisman in the air, and with a palm of his hand in the void, he knocked out the soul-calming talisman drawn by finger blood.

The ghost faintly flashed, but the soul charm continued to fly towards the ghost servant behind the ghost, and the ghost servant didn't have time to dodge, and the soul charm was directly imprinted on his body, and there was no movement in an instant.

The black-robed woman saw that something was wrong, and it was another curse mark, summoning a short ghost from the pole, and she turned around and ran without the slightest hesitation.

She could see that both of them had asked God to come up, and it was not so easy to kill Chen San, so she could only wait for the opportunity in the future.

When Guangyuan Patriarch saw the black-robed woman fleeing to the depths of the forest, it was a heavenly thunder curse seal, and a heavenly thunder fell instantly, but it was blocked by dense trees, split on the tree, and watched her disappear into the darkness.

In front of him, the ghost servant had been calmed by the soul charm and was silent, and the resentful soul retreated to the side of the dwarf ghost.

Patriarch Guangyuan and the old man both stared at the dwarf ghost and frowned.

This ghost thing is steaming, not small, black and purple skin, there are no eyeballs in the eye sockets, black gas is constantly bubbling out, the mouth is to the left earlobe, a long wound has been sewn up, the clothes on the body are tattered, and it is impossible to tell which age it is.

The surrounding leaves began to slowly wither under the steaming of the ghost, and the old man clenched his fist, surprised that this ghost thing actually had a physical body.

Chen San didn't have any magic weapons in his hand, and even the peachwood sword was broken when he was in Fuxi Village, and he didn't find it later.

Yang Chengzi also doesn't have a magic sword, for a Taoist priest like him, whether there is a peach wood sword or not is about the same, but whether there is a magic sword or not is much worse.

At the moment, the two of them have no magic weapons to fight, and Yang Chengzi has some spells on his body, which is equivalent to bare hands for the divine thoughts of Guangyuan Patriarch, not to mention facing this kind of ghostly ghost.

Just when the two of them looked at this ghost thing, the ghost thing raised its hands like a corpse, dragged the ground on its toes and rushed over, and the resentful spirits on the side also made the same action and rushed over.

Chen San still dealt with resentful spirits, and Yang Chengzi fought against ghosts.

The speed of the ghost was obviously faster than that of the resentful spirit, and after rushing to the middle, it disappeared with a shake, and when it reappeared, the long claws were already in front of Yang Chengzi's eyes, grabbing towards Yang Chengzi's face.

Yang Chengzi kicked his feet backwards, his hands quickly sealed, biting his fingers, a drop of finger blood fell to the ground, and when he landed, his left foot drew a semicircle on the ground, and in an instant, a hand covered with magma quickly stretched out from the semicircle, grabbed the rushing ghost and dragged it down.

The ghost was pulled down by a sudden hand, and before it could be pulled into the ground, it waved its hand and slashed, and its claws directly cut off the hand covered with magma.

Without delay, knowing that this time he would definitely not be able to deal with this ghost, his left fingernail drew a bloody mark on the palm of his right hand, and he made a seal on his fingers, and he led the thunder spell, but how to guide the thunder without a magic sword?

The curse was completed, the thunder in the sky was rolling, but there was no lightning, Yang Chengzi pointed forward with his right hand, and a drop of finger blood flew out and fell on the body of the ghost, and before the ghost thing had any reaction, a silver thunder fell.

With a "boom", the surrounding trees were smashed and the ghost was solidly smashed.

Yang Chengzi himself was also affected because he was too close, and as the thunder landed, he was also bounced off the tree, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Chen San is also quite difficult to deal with the resentful soul, in addition to the formation seal, the resentful soul can only be killed by thunder splitting, in such a dense woods, it is really inaccurate, the thunder spell cannot be used, there is no sword to guide it, not to mention, the speed of the resentful soul is not slow, and the heavenly thunder may not be able to split it at once.

Looking at the resentful soul rushing over, Chen San's frowning brows did not relax at all, his hands were sealed, and his feet were stepping, and the white phantom overlooking the common people appeared behind Chen San again, and he grabbed the resentful spirit, and when he saw the white phantom, the resentful soul immediately turned into a dark red resentment and fled around.

It didn't take long to hear the sound of Yang Chengzi's thunder falling, Chen San didn't dare to relax a little, stared at the resentful soul, and manipulated the white phantom to keep approaching the resentful soul, but Chen San's soul was relatively weak, and the speed of the phantom was not fast.

Just as he was about to catch it, the dark red resentment seemed to have been sucked by something, and floated towards Yang Chengzi, and the white phantom grabbed the air.

Chen San was startled, looking at the direction where the resentment floated, a black ghost qi floated in the air, constantly condensing, it was this black ghost qi absorbing the resentment, how could there be a black ghost qi, why didn't he find it just now, the old man muttered to himself in his heart.

Suddenly, he was shocked, this black ghost qi was not the ghost thing just now, could it be that the heavenly thunder just now didn't split his soul away, but his body was split?

In an instant, this group of ghost qi had almost absorbed the resentful spirit, the resentful spirit was gone, and the black ghost qi slowly turned into a humanoid phantom, and before the old man could see it carefully, three hideous ghost qi faces rushed out of the black phantom, rushing towards Chen San.

Chen San hurriedly controlled the white phantom to turn around and resist, the white phantom was directly penetrated by the pure ghost qi, and rushed straight towards Chen San, "Knock, knock, knock" three times, and the collision was solid.

Chen San was knocked out and fell to the ground on a tree.

The white phantom disappeared, and the old man's spirit was also severely injured by the ghost qi, and he broke away from Chen San's body and returned to the body sitting in Chen San's house at the other end.

The old man's soul was agitated, the three souls and seven spirits continued to impact outside the body, and some time ago he used the secret soul control technique for Chen Wan'er, the three souls and seven spirits had been forcibly separated, and after these three impacts, he fainted, and when he woke up again, it was two days later.

Please the magic technique was broken, Chen San naturally fainted, mainly because his soul was not strong enough, otherwise it would be impossible for the ghost qi to penetrate the white illusion.

When facing the black-robed woman before, the old man knew that it was impossible to deal with the past easily, and the ghost servants and resentful souls alone were enough, so he urged Chen San's soul power at the beginning and cast the Maoshan Forbidden Technique-Phantom Heaven God Spell.

The Phantom God Spell needs to be driven by the soul power of the main body, and after use, it will consume a lot of soul power, and the phantom god that appears when the spell is cast changes according to the strength of the caster itself.

Chen San is an ordinary person, and the half-body of the phantom god summoned is quite large, but the statue of the god is blurry and can't be seen clearly, and the divine power is naturally much weaker.

The reason why the Illusory Heaven Divine Spell is called a forbidden technique is because of the consumption of soul power, the light soul is damaged, the coma is a few days, and the heavy soul is scattered, in short, there is no good result.

Fortunately, Chen San has no Taoist foundation and cannot urge all his soul power, if any Taoist master casts the Illusory Heaven God Spell, once the spell is broken, his soul will definitely be scattered.

At this time, the black ghost qi is still slowly changing, the human form is getting clearer and clearer, it is no longer the short body just now, the lower body has been condensed, and it looks like it should be the body of an adult woman.

Yang Chengzi stood up slowly, just because the distance was too close, he was hit by the thunder under the lightning spell, and injured the soul base.

Fortunately, Guangyuan Patriarch's divine thoughts were still in Yang Chengzi's divine consciousness, and he got up and glanced at Chen San, who was lying on the ground and did not move, and looked up at the ghost qi that was still slowly condensing.

"Yang Chengzi. ”

In the middle of his consciousness, Yang Chengzi called out nostalgically, "Master".

"You have excellent talent since childhood, the soul is domineering, you have reached the realm of the soul at a young age, and you will become a great weapon in the future, and it is also the opportunity to meet this demon today, the Shangqing Sword and the Eight Great Divine Spells are passed on to you, I hope you can protect the world in the future." ”

After that, the Guangyuan Patriarch began to quickly seal his hands, reciting the Beidou Great Divine Mantra in the Eight Great Divine Mantras, the cyan Dao robe floated upwards with the steaming of Dao Qi, his brows furrowed, and he roared angrily, "The sword is coming." ”

On Maoshan Mountain, in the bedroom before Guangyuan Patriarch Yuhua, the Shangqing Sword that had been placed on the bed began to shake violently, and with a sword roar, the Shangqing Sword rushed out of the bedroom and rushed straight towards Yang Chengzi.

In the blink of an eye, with a "bang", the scabbard was inserted into the big tree beside Yang Chengzi.

Guangyuan Patriarch looked at the Shangqing Sword, touched the scabbard and said, "This is your new sword master. ”

It was another sword roar, the Shangqing sword was unsheathed, and on the sword body, the curse of the Big Dipper God was shining through the moonlight, and the spirit was overwhelming.

As soon as the sword came out of the sheath, the black ghost qi that was about to be condensed in front of him began to drift backwards, as if being oppressed by the Shangqing Sword, Yang Chengzi jumped and stabbed it.

The black ghost qi did not dodge, and was stabbed by the Shangqing Sword, Guangyuan Patriarch frowned, and sure enough, the ghost qi had been condensed, and one hand grabbed the Shangqing Sword in the ghost qi.

There was no trace of whites in the black eyes, long hair fluttering in all directions, one hand grasping the Shangqing sword, the body of the sword that was caught was still bubbling black, and there was a hint of a playful smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Chengzi abandoned his sword and retreated, pointing his finger as he retreated, reciting the Great Dipper Mantra, the spell resonated on the sword body, and the sword body burned as if it had been calcined by flames.

At that moment, the ghost hand let go of the Shangqing sword, fell straight into the ground, and the red Big Dipper God curse was particularly dazzling, and it appeared on the sword body.

didn't give Yang Chengzi any chance, and the increasing ghostly faces around him rushed over together, and the leaves withered instantly.

Guangyuan Patriarch knew that it would not work to go on like this, and if it dragged on like this, if he got on the body of the kid next to him, it would be a big deal.

He said to Yang Chengzi: "Yang Chengzi, Thunder Spell, Nine Heavenly Thunder." ”

As soon as the words fell, a divine thought broke away from Yang Chengzi's divine consciousness, turned into a ball of golden light, wrapped around the rushing ghost, and dragged it towards the sky.

At this time, the ghost thing had lost its playful laughter, and instead struggled frantically, and the ghost energy continued to overflow, full of divine thoughts, but it was too late.

Yang Chengzi's magic technique was broken, and the weakness of his body spread all over his body at once, but his consciousness was immediately restored, watching the divine thoughts of the master ancestor drag the ghost thing to fly into the air, he gritted his teeth, stretched out the Shangqing Sword in his right hand and flew into his hand like a summon, slashing into the palm, blood overflowed, and the feeling of weakness dissipated instantly.

Closing his eyes, stepping on the Seven Stars, his blood-stained hands quickly formed handprints, and he couldn't tell the taste in his heart.

In an instant, the handprint had been completed, and the last step of the Seven Star Gang Step needed to attract the power of the stars, Yang Chengzi urged the power of the soul, his whole body was flooded with golden light, and he gritted his teeth and stepped down.

The moment he stepped down, the soul power spread out under his feet like ripples, and the soul began to stir in his body, and he roared.

"Heavenly thunder, fall!"

As the Shangqing Sword in Yang Chengzi's hand fell towards the ghost thing, in an instant, the nine heavenly thunders rushed straight towards the ghost thing with the fall of the Shangqing Sword, the first heavenly thunder fell, the Guangyuan Patriarch's divine thoughts were shattered and dissipated, and the ghost thing was locked by the heavenly thunder and sealed in the air.

In the second heavenly thunder, the ghost qi resisted the impact of the heavenly thunder, the third heavenly thunder, the ghost qi dissipated, and the fourth heavenly thunder, the ghost body was shattered, and the black ghost qi was scattered.

In the fifth heavenly thunder, four ghost hands stretched out from behind the ghost to resist, the ghost hand was broken, and the ghost body began to collapse.

The sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth heavenly thunders fell, and the soul flew away, and there was no trace of ghost energy in the air.

The forest was also knocked out of its original appearance by the impact of the nine heavenly thunders, and the surrounding trees fell down, broken, and dusty.

Yang Chengzi knelt down extremely weakly, relying on his will to support him without fainting, his vision began to blur, panting, in order to cast the Nine Heavenly Thunder, he consumed too much soul power, and the soul stirring in his body continued to impact outward.

He glanced at Chen San next to him, gritted his teeth and sat down, reciting the Taoist soul fixing mantra, and after two hours of recovery, the soul in his body calmed down.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and when he opened his eyes, his vision was still a little blurry, and he patted Chen San's face, Chen San was like sleeping dead, and there was no reaction.

Yang Chengzi could only get up, pull out the scabbard of the Shangqing Sword from the trunk of the tree that had fallen to the ground, and return the Shangqing Sword to the sheath.

He looked at Shangqing Sword, and felt very uncomfortable, although it was just a divine thought of the ancestor, but the "reunion" after so many years was actually such an ending.