"Juniors don't know whether to live or die·····"

The man in black snorted coldly and looked up to the sky and opened his mouth, only to see that the flames surrounding him were sucked into his stomach like ten thousand streams returning to the sea, and the dark blue flames in his eyes became even more wild, Xie Ling and Zhang Ting both looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, Fu Huo was not ordinary fire, let alone a ghost cultivator who cultivated the way of corpse puppets, even ordinary monks would not dare to let it be contaminated with a little, let alone swallow it into their stomachs.

However, both of them were experienced in fighting techniques, and after a little hesitation, three lines of fire shot out from Zhang Ting's hands again, and hundreds of grinding stones, wind blades, and ice cubes in the firelight flew towards the man in black like raindrops. As the largest rune sect today, the Yang Fu Sect is more than one step higher than other sects in the use of talismans, and this successive stimulation talismans against the enemy, even Xie Ling, who is proficient in refining weapons, sighs to himself.

The man in black naturally sensed such a big move, he first lowered his raised head and glanced at Zhang Ting opposite, and then raised his head to look at the stone tower rotating above his head, hesitated for a moment, and suddenly the dark blue flames in his eyes jumped suddenly, and the whole person suddenly seemed to be dozens of years old, his face was full of wrinkles, and his body became stiff.

Xie Ling and the others couldn't help but be stunned when they saw it, this kind of change was something they had never seen before, and under the ghostly gaze of the man in black, they only felt a chill down their backs, and an indescribable feeling came to their hearts. The man in black looked at them and sneered, and flattened his arms to the sides, and immediately the gray-black cyclone around him continued to increase, expanding more than ten times in the blink of an eye, but swallowing the golden glow wrapped outside, and the arrogance continued to linger around his body.

And Xie Ling, who was urging the 'Six Gates Demon Tower' with all his might, only felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, and the howl of ghosts and wolves was incessant, and the person felt extremely uncomfortable as if he had died. At the moment, he was shocked, but before he could react, the gray-black cyclone had already rolled up the remaining flames nearby and rushed straight towards the 'Six Gates Demon Tower'.

He secretly said that it was not good, knowing that the Six Gates Demon Tower would never be able to resist, and with a move of his right hand, the 'Six Gates Demon Tower' shrank to the size of a palm and flew back towards it, and the gray-black cyclone lost its target and twisted in the air, trailing, the flames turned dark red in the black gas, and emitted a scorching light in the surge, and along the way, the grinding stones, ice cubes, and wind blades released by Zhang Ting were all swallowed into it, like an ancient giant beast rushing towards them.

Xie Ling's heart sank, and he hurriedly sacrificed the black water heavy sword again, only to see that a ten-zhang wide black water had just protected him and Zhang Ting inside, and the gray-black cyclone had arrived. The outer layer of black water was knocked up several feet high, and the powerful impact made Xie Ling feel a sweet throat, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Ting secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the black water was blocking the attack of the gray-black cyclone, the power of the gray-black cyclone was far beyond his imagination, and at that moment just now, he really felt like he was about to fall.

However, when he looked at Xie Ling, his heart immediately sank to the bottom.

Xie Ling's face was pale at this time, and his brows were tightly knit. The gray-black cyclone did not attack again, but surrounded them, it was like a magnet constantly absorbing Xie Ling's vitality through the black water, making it feel like it was gradually moving towards decay and death.

On the other side, the man in black had fewer and fewer wrinkles like folds, and his old face gradually recovered under the visible eye.

"Soul Snatching Method!" Zhang Ting shouted in shock.

"Soul Grabbing Great* Law ·····" Xie Ling's face was even more difficult to look at. If he remembered correctly, this exercise was the unique supernatural ability of the sect leader of the Cathode Sect thousands of years ago, the senior brother of the White Bone True Person, the 'Necromantic Daoist'. In its heyday, it once trapped more than 100 Yuan Shen monks at the same time, and it only took less than an hour to seize their vitality and refine them into corpse puppets.

"Junior, I'll see how long you can hold on!" the man in black laughed.

Although Xie Ling has many magic weapons and is proficient in spells, he has no way to directly devour the 'Spirit Snatching Great * Method', not to mention that the other party used the secret method to forcibly raise his cultivation to almost the Jindan stage cultivator, even if he wants to fight hard, he is not his opponent, so at this moment he is ready to use the 'Biluo Sword'.

Snort, a line of fire around him shot out through the air, and then the sky and earth suddenly changed color after a flash of fire. The thunder rolled, and the dark clouds in the sky gathered from all directions, and in the dark clouds were wisps of bouncing blue arcs, and the dazzling light attracted the black-clothed people and Xie Ling below in the thunderous sound*.

"Thunderstorm Fu!junior, you don't want to die?" the man in black gasped and said angrily at Zhang Ting on the other side.

Thunder-attribute runes are rare in the world, and ordinary rune paper cannot carry its violent power, so the runes refined are all high-level runes. The high-level talisman is divided into upper, middle and lower grades, and its power roughly corresponds to the full force of the Jindan Hou, middle and early monks, because it is extremely difficult to refine, there is no market in the Fang Market of the cultivation realm, and often one or two will be coaxed by many monks, which is very cherished and rare!

The man in black didn't understand why Zhang Ting had such a high-level talisman, he was also from the Yang Fu Sect, he knew very well that this kind of high-level talisman was not necessarily able to have one or two even if it was the elder of the Jindan period of the sect, and the thunderstorm talisman was a very powerful one among the high-level talismans, the two sides were so close now, Zhang Ting himself was also shrouded in thunderclouds, the talisman was just a medium for accumulating strength, and its attack was an indiscriminate attack after it was stimulated, and it was no different from suicide with Zhang Ting's cultivation in the later stage of the foundation!

The man in black cursed twice, how could he have the heart to entangle with Xie Ling, and hurriedly gathered all the black cyclones back to the top of his head, according to his judgment of the size of the thundercloud above, this must be a high-grade mid-grade thunderstorm talisman.

Xie Ling was also shocked by the thunderclouds above, and eagerly collected the black water, sacrificed the Biluo Sword and grabbed Zhang Ting beside him, about to stimulate the spatial magic power of the Biluo Sword and escape. But who knew that this one grabbed the air, turned his head and saw Zhang Tingfei lean upwards and sacrificed a talisman, and in an instant, a huge red lotus appeared above the heads of the two of them, Xie Ling hesitated, after all, he did not activate the Biluo Sword, and at this moment, dozens of thumb-thick arcs in the black thunderclouds in the air fell down in the thunder, and the arc hit the red lotus and made a sneering sound, although the seemingly soft huge red lotus would drop a petal under each blow of the arc, and the huge flower body was crumbling. But after all, it resisted and did not collapse instantly.

The man in black in another place did not have such good luck, the black cyclone was originally condensed by dead air, and the thunder and lightning were its nemesis, and most of the black cyclone dozens of zhang thick above it was wiped out in just one stroke, and the thunderclouds above were still gathering, and the arcs that fell from it also turned into thunderballs the size of fists, pouring down like raindrops, and the momentum was very amazing.

Similarly, after the arc turned into a thunderball, the red lotus on the top of Zhang Ting and Xie Ling's heads seemed to be a little unbearable, and the petals fell in pieces, and in a moment, only one flower heart was still resisting, but it didn't seem to last long.

"Xie Daoyou, wait a minute, let's shoot together!" Zhang Ting said in a low voice.

"Hmm!" Xie Ling nodded, no matter what, the huge red lotus had already consumed most of the power of the thunderstorm talisman, and if the two of them joined forces, they should be able to resist the last remaining strength.

Half a sound passed, the roar finally stopped, Xie Ling and Zhang Ting leaned together tiredly, in order to fight against the last thunderball, they almost exhausted the spiritual power of their bodies.

The black-clothed man on the other side was even more unbearable, only to see that his body was covered with black smoke, and the whole person looked like a piece of charcoal, which was extremely ugly.

He gasped and looked at Xie Ling and the others angrily, at this time he was also exhausted of spiritual power, and he did not fall down by holding on.

"Junior, you actually forced me into such a situation, if it weren't for it, it would really be possible for you to succeed this time. With that, he raised his right hand, and at some point there was a small yellow-green crossbow in his hand.

"Boxwood Crossbow ······" Zhang Ting's tired eyes suddenly lit up, and the whole person stood up straight.

Xie Ling looked curiously at the small yellow-green crossbow pointing at him, as if he remembered something, and his face became a little strange.

"Yes, this is exactly what you have been chasing for thousands of miles Xi Mou, today I will let you see its power with your own eyes before you die!" He smiled and pulled the bowstring up, and immediately a small arrow the thickness of a thumb and as white as a full moon appeared on the crossbow groove.

Now that the spiritual power of both sides has dried up, this boxwood crossbow that can deliver a full blow comparable to the full force in the early stage of foundation building seems to have become the key to deciding the battle situation between the two sides.

Zhang Ting's heart continued to sink, the power of the thunderstorm talisman was beyond his imagination, and what he didn't expect was that the man in black actually resisted its attack, and now he didn't have the ability to sacrifice any talisman, it seemed that he was really going to fall here today.

Xie Ling first tightened his eyebrows, but his gaze fell to the mountain behind the man in black, with an extremely strange look on his face.

"Why, I'm scared!" the man in black stretched out his hand with a sinister smile, and his divine sense moved back and forth between the two, finally locking on to Xie Ling. Xie Ling gave him a feeling that he couldn't see through, not to mention that he remembered that Xie Ling had two spirit worms, one of which was injured by him, and the other was now unknown, so he decided to deal with Xie Ling first.

The arrow had been wound, and at this moment, he suddenly turned around and pointed the boxwood crossbow at the mountain behind him, and the thumb-thick light arrow struck something through the dense forest with lightning speed, making a loud bang!

A moment later, a long laugh came from the opposite side, and a tall, sturdy old man slowly walked out of the dense forest.

"Nanion is your ······" The man in black saw the face of the person opposite, and his face immediately became difficult to see.