Chapter 237: A hundred operas, singing ghosts and gods!

Author: Gunpowder is heavy

Chapter 237: A hundred operas, singing ghosts and gods!

The battle is about to break out.

"roar!"

Ningyou was at his feet, the red cloud dragon no longer covered its own color, the rich elixir fire was surging, and it attacked Jingyang Yan with a terrifying high temperature.

Jing Yangyan's eyes were cold, and the black magic flame behind him also turned into a black fire dragon, sweeping up with a more terrifying temperature and burning towards Ning You.

Mars flew everywhere in the sky, but in the end, the black fire dragon was better.

The demonic flame of the view of killing is essentially the sixth-grade spiritual fire.

However, the killing demon flame is even more fierce and can grow.

Jing Yangyan has devoured so many moon wheel cultivators, and the killing demon flame has long evolved to the limit of the sixth grade, and Chixia Dan Fire Cloud is far from his opponent.

The black fire dragon roared in the air, biting the red dragon's neck fiercely, trying to swallow the cloud dragon into its abdomen.

But Chixia Yunlong is just an appetizer for Ning You.

Next to Ning You, the other golden cloud dragon opened its mouth and suddenly vomited!

Golden Fire Xuanyin Tianle Thunder Clouds!

"call!"

The endless clouds filled the sky and covered the entire sky in an instant.

It was like before the heavy rain in summer came, the air was dull, and there was dazzling thunder in the dark black clouds, flashing endlessly.

"boom!"

Thunder sound shocked, accompanied by the bombardment of flames.

In the clouds, a golden dragon shadow could be seen faintly, revealing a small scale and a half claws.

Jing Yangyan's expression changed slightly.

The cloud came very quickly, and he didn't even react, and his whole body was completely wrapped in the cloud.

The clouds were misty and uncertain, but Jing Yangyan felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

There seems to be some terrifying existence, hidden in the clouds.

"boom!"

Just as he raised his magic power, held his breath and was waiting for the battle, thunder suddenly fell in the clouds.

The blue light shines on the sky, and the surging power tear down everything.

It was like a long whip, raised by the gods in the clouds and smashed hard at Jing Yangyan.

Jing Yangyan's eyes were solemn, and the demonic flames rolled behind him, forming a barrier like an eggshell, wrapping himself firmly.

This is the first time he has entered a defensive posture since his battle.

"Bang!"

The lightning flashed and fell on the demonic flame in an instant.

The demon flame made a sizzling sound.

It was like a hot iron block, suddenly attacked by ice water, and white smoke rose and sizzled.

Jing Yangyan frowned slightly.

Although the killing demon flame behind him is strong, it is naturally restrained by the power of thunder. In just an instant, the demon flame is dimmed by 10%.

But this is just the beginning.

"boom!"

"boom!"

In the clouds, endless thunder surging, like a silver snake dancing wildly. In an instant, hundreds of long whips of lightning bombarded the barrier of the demon flames.

The endless sparks exploded on the barrier, like mercury pouring into the ground, desperately trying to pour into the eggshell.

Jing Yangyan's face was slightly pale.

Under the terrifying thunder, the magic flame's spiritual light quickly dimmed. After a few tight breaths, ninety percent of its power was lost.

He had to increase the output of his magic power and desperately maintain the existence of the barrier.

If he hadn't had strong magic power, he would have been unable to hold on if he had any other person and would have been dying on the spot in the thunder.

But thunder is just one of the changes in this cloud.

"clang!"

It was like a Hong Zhong Dalu, or a jade bone hitting a wooden fish. Inexplicable mysterious sounds sounded in the clouds.

This mysterious sound went straight into the sea of ​​consciousness and resounded in the ears of Jing Yangyan's Yin Shen.

He couldn't help but tremble and had the urge to kneel down.

It seems that there is a great Buddha in the clouds that is forcing himself to convert.

Not only that, as Xuanyin entered his ears, wisps of golden flames appeared quietly in Jing Yangyan's sea of ​​consciousness, staring at his Yin God with a fierce look.

Jing Yangyan had a premonition that as long as his thoughts were instantly relaxed and he sank in the mysterious sound for a second, the golden fire would roar and completely burn his Yin God.

He let out a long sigh and felt the difficulty of the clouds in front of him again.

"Three ghosts protect me!"

Jing Yangyan shouted lightly, and in the sea of ​​consciousness, a pure yin energy rose, turning into three-headed ghosts, floating above the sea of ​​consciousness.

These three little ghosts, holding banners, holding swords, and blowing snails, had a purple complexion, and were painted with colorful oils on their faces, and with a strange smile, they hovered around the Yin Shen of Jingyang Yan.

"The banner~ the clouds rise~ the way out, protect my vagina~ the god!"

The little ghost holding the banner sang opera, waved his arms, and the green banner swayed. In Jing Yangyan's sea of ​​consciousness, blue smoke suddenly rose, like layers of curtains, firmly protecting Jing Yangyan's Yin God in the deepest place.

As the curtain fell, the mysterious sound suddenly decreased.

"Sword~ Fire~ Extinguish, kill~ My soul~ Enemy!"

The little devil holding the sword also sang opera, with a sarcastic and weird smile on his face.

"bass!"

The sharp sword energy flew out from the long sword held by the little ghost and turned into wisps of sword flowers, like pear blossoms blooming, beautiful and cold.

The golden flames hovering in the sea of ​​consciousness of Jing Yangyan were quickly annihilated under the attack of the sword light.

Then, the last little ghost with colorful oil on his face blew up the magic snail in his hand.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Blow~ my method~ snail, destroy~Ruyin~Shen!"

The little ghost was blowing the magic snail, and there was a sensation in his mouth. Invisible sound waves rushed out of the sea of ​​consciousness and attacked towards the distance.

These three little ghosts were obtained by Jing Yangyan from Nanyazhou, a strange Yinshan sect. This sect is called Baixi Sect.

A opera song, singing to ghosts and gods.

Three hundred years ago, it was also a strange force and was well-known in Nanyazhou.

But with the great disaster three hundred years ago, ghosts and gods could not respond, and the Hundred Dramas soon disappeared.

However, its "three ghosts" are still a secret technique of soul Tao, which can not only protect the Yin God, but also turn attack into defense and kill enemies.

The sound waves rolled, turning into invisible power, carrying an annihilation aura, rushed towards Ning You with a thunder without rushing.

"boom!"

But the foggy clouds in the sky have not yet disappeared.

As soon as this sound wave surged out of Jing Yangyan's sea of ​​consciousness, it was shattered by thunder, exploded and annihilated in the endless mysterious sound.

"bass!"

And when Jing Yangyan summoned the three ghosts to protect his Yin God, Ning You had already arrived.

The golden dragon shadow circled in the clouds and mist, carrying Ning You, and in an instant, it crossed the space and came within three feet of Jingyang Yan at an unparalleled speed.

Ning You pointed with a sword, and the Yin-Yang Sword Sword in his body was running at a terrifying speed. The rich sword energy turned into the chaotic Yin-Yang color, like a gray sun, blooming at Ning You's fingertips.

Losing the fifth-grade Dragon Elephant Sword, the sixth-grade spiritual sword can no longer fully exert the power of the Yin-Yang Immortal Sword Technique.

The best alternative is Ning You's own body.

He is a yin and yang vein, and uses fingers as a sword, which can perfectly condense the sword energy.

When killing the wolf spirit Sanren, Ning You used the pointing sword.

But that time, Ning You had not tried his best yet.
To be continued...