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Chapter 142 What is this?

Although Xuan Song has lost his consciousness, his sword still has a rainbow-like intent and a murderous intent that seems to be able to chop the moon in the sky with one sword.

To be able to issue such a sharp sword without spiritual consciousness is of course due to his already perfected Qiankun Sword Intent.

There are many methods that cannot be used without spiritual consciousness. This is also his strongest attack in the current situation.

"boom"!

The eighteen people on the other side were unexpectedly vulnerable to a single blow, and they were all destroyed by this sword.

Is this the end?

Xuan Song held the sword in astonishment.

He originally thought that since he had no spiritual consciousness now, it would be difficult for him to display his strength and there would be a bloody battle.

But...that's it?

The eighteen people on the other side didn't even have bodies, but disappeared into thin air.

There was no sense of relief in Xuan Song's heart. He turned back to look at Uncle Lang, "What do you think, Uncle Lang? Are we in an illusion?"

Uncle Wolf shook his head, "It's definitely not an illusion." He pointed eastward, "They're here again."

When everyone took a look, they saw exactly the same eighteen people emerging from the mist behind the tombstone.

The first person was still "praising", he smiled and said: "I am praising the word Gong Jin..."

"Death!" A sword energy came out across the sky, and the eighteen people on the other side were once again wiped out in ashes.

"No!" Uncle Wolf shouted, "This is the Five-Dead Ghost!"

Mo Yin also remembered, "Senior Brother Xuan, stop! This is the Five Decline Ghost!"

Xuan Song broke into a cold sweat instantly. At this time, he looked at the eighteen people who appeared for the third time, and no longer had the courage to swing his sword.

"Five declining ghosts?" Jiang Yao had never heard of such ghosts, but seeing everyone acting like they were facing a formidable enemy, he became nervous.

Jiang Yao secretly communicated with Pisces Jade Pendant. If Xuan Song and others couldn't handle it, he would immediately take his "sister-in-law" and run away.

As for other people, he definitely couldn't care less.

Jiang Yao relaxed a little when he thought that the Pisces Jade Pendant was of a very high level and that this ghost would be unstoppable.

At this time, Jiang Yao suddenly discovered that Uncle Lang's hair was whiter and Aunt Huan's hair was also whiter.

"What's going on? Uncle Wolf, you..."

Jiang Yao asked in surprise.

Uncle Lang looked haggard, "Originally, the old man still had thirty years of life, but now he has lost several years. The five-year-old ghost is the life-destroying inner demon. Every time he attacks, one-fifth of his lifespan will be cut off."

He has lived for more than two thousand years and has rarely heard of the Five Deceased Ghosts. This is the first time he has seen one.

Jiang Yao understood that the five declining ghosts were manifested by stripping away his own life span. Killing them meant killing his own life span.

Kill them five times and your life span will be gone.

But the question is, why were their longevity vitality stripped away and manifested as five-decay ghosts?

This is terrible.

Jiang Yao suddenly saw again that Li Xi was no longer a girl, but a woman between 700 and 800 years old. Although she was still very beautiful, her age suddenly increased by 700 to 800 years!

Everyone is!

The remaining lifespan is reduced by one-fifth with each kill.

If Xuan Song kills the five dead ghosts twice, everyone's remaining lifespan will be reduced by two-fifths!

Needless to say, he must have grown almost two hundred years old. Of course, this is not normal growth. Otherwise, if his medicine spirit body was over thirty-six years old, he would definitely be dead.

At this time, Xuansong had become a handsome middle-aged uncle with a long beard. However, this middle-aged handsome uncle looked frightened and lacked the coolness and calmness before.

The Wusei Gui is an extremely rare self-evil that exists in ancient books. How come you are so unlucky to encounter it so easily?

Seeing the other eighteen people coming over again, Xuan Song suddenly came to his senses.

"wrong!"

This is not the real Five Deceived Ghost.

This should be similar to the longevity-extending magic of the Five-Delayed Ghost, but it just looks like the Five-Delayed Ghost recorded in ancient books.

There is a life-devouring evil demon here.

"Wrong! It's not the Five Decline Slash! They did it through the evil demon of longevity! There are evil demons here that are devouring our longevity!"

Xuan Song shouted.

The life-devouring demon!

Isn't it the Five Decline Slash? Jiang Yao was confused again. At this turn, he was confused again. He was about to communicate with the Pisces Jade Pendant, when suddenly the Jade Pendant took the initiative to "sell" him an idea.

Xuan Song and others are very knowledgeable, and they understand that the longevity-devouring demon is not as mysterious as the five-degeneration ghost, and it is easier to deal with than the five-degeneration ghost.

The five-decay ghost is essentially a kind of inner demon that was born by itself under special circumstances. The longevity-devouring demon is an external enemy. Since it is an external enemy, it is of course much easier to deal with than the inner demon.

The five-decay ghost is the projection of one's own inner demons. The longevity-devouring demon is of course the secret of evil magic.

Originally, they definitely had some means to deal with it. But now, this ghost has made their consciousness useless, and those powerful means cannot be used at all.

There are so many magic weapons, but none of them can deal with the life-devouring evil demon hiding in the dark.

"Xuansong" on the opposite side looked at Xuansong and said with a sinister smile: "Why don't you kill me? Come on, kill me, kill me, kill me..."

It pressed forward like a leisurely stroll, and the "seventeen people" behind it also pressed forward.

How dare everyone dare to kill them? They can only be forced to retreat.

As long as you kill one more time, you will be hit by the opponent's secret technique again and your life span will be reduced by one-fifth.

How much life will they have left?

Although this kind of life-extending magic sounds very advanced, it is actually not something that humans can practice. Those who can practice this magic are inherently weird monsters.

That's right, the so-called demons and monsters are big clans that rule their own areas, and they are upright. Only ghosts and monsters are weird and evil and never see the light of day.

What is more evil than ghosts is actually a monster.

Even the demons do not admit that monsters such as the "Great Sage of Intestine Refining" and the "Shou-Devouring Demon" have anything to do with them.

But it would be a big mistake to think that the power of ghosts and monsters is declining.

Ghosts, especially monsters, are extremely mysterious and terrifying. However, monsters are difficult to define. They do not have unified characteristics or a unified way of cultivation, and cannot become an independent major force.

But in fact, their sorcery and secret methods are not only powerful, but also very mysterious, and it is difficult to understand their principles.

For example, why can this kind of evil magic continue to create shadows that are exactly the same as one's own, and why can one know the origin of his own name? It's very mysterious and evil.

At this time, before the devouring evil demon appeared, everyone had lost two-fifths of their life expectancy and was forced to retreat step by step.

Suddenly, the "preacher" stopped and looked thoughtful.

"Why are you wielding a sword against yourself? Shouldn't you love yourself while you are still alive?"

"You can't leave today, you absolutely can't leave. No one who comes here will be spared. But as long as you are willing to bear the mark of slavery on the altar, you can live!"

"After you are branded as the slave of the Lingtai, you can still go back to your own homes and remain aloof. However, when the master needs you, you must obey his orders and serve."

What? Lingtai slave seal?

Xuan Song tried hard to suppress the anger and panic in his heart, and took a deep breath, "Who are you branding as a slave? Who deserves our allegiance?"

The other party sneered: "Anyway, if you don't agree, you will die. It doesn't matter if I tell you. Your master is... Lord Xisheng! Lord Xisheng, is he worthy of your allegiance?"

"Although you are descendants of a powerful vassal, you are nothing but slaves in front of Lord Xisheng. Even your lord is nothing in front of Lord Xisheng."

Lord Xisheng!

Everyone was stunned when they heard the title.

Uncle Lang, who used to be the personal guard of the Western Saint, looked even more shocked.

There is only one person who is qualified to be called the Western Saint: the Western Saint of the Tianping God Sect.

The problem is that the Western Saint has fallen for more than two thousand years.

At that time, countless people saw the fall of the Western Saint with their own eyes, and his body and soul were destroyed.

Xi Sheng was extremely powerful, but it was also a fact that he completely fell.

At this time, Xuan Song completely lost his graceful demeanor. He tried to maintain his airs and said, "Didn't Lord Xisheng fall for more than two thousand years? Even if we are willing to be loyal, how can we be loyal?"

The other party was obviously controlled by the devil and became invisible. He said in a sinister tone: "I am about to die, but I still want to find out the news. Hmm, forget it, so what if I tell you. I might as well make you lose all confidence."

"That group of trash can make Master Xisheng fall? It's really ridiculous. However, you are not qualified to see Master Xisheng yet. You don't need to know where Master Xisheng is. You just need to brand him as Master Xisheng.

The soul mark."

"When you work hard to become a clan leader or a military leader, you will naturally be qualified to have a drink in front of Lord Xi Sheng."

Xuan Song smiled bitterly: "So, there are many feudal lords and military lords in Shenzhou, and they are all members of Lord Xisheng?"

The other party narrowed his eyes and said, "You are not stupid. This place is just one of the many hunting grounds of the Western Saint. You have good status and are qualified to survive. Okay, do you want to brand the Lingtai slave seal to be loyal to the Western Saint, or should you?

Go to hell..."

"I'll give you half a stick of incense to consider."

After it finished speaking, it drew its sword and pointed it at its own neck. The other seventeen people also pretended to commit suicide.

"With this strike of our sword, you will lose another fifth of your vitality and longevity. Hahahaha..."

"Hehehehe..." The other seventeen people also sneered.

Suddenly, a young man holding a snake staff emerged from the crowd. He looked at the other person and said coldly: "I am from the Void Sea. I'll give you some face. Let's go."

"Void Sea? Never heard of it." The face of the person opposite Xuan Song suddenly turned gloomy, "You are so arrogant, you actually spoke to me, Devouring Evil Lord, like this."

He turned to look at Jiang Yao, another member of his own camp, "You will die in front of him."

"Okay." Jiang Yao smiled jokingly and was about to kill himself.

Everyone didn't know why Jiang Yao came forward at this time. Didn't he think he died quickly enough? There are evil spirits that even Uncle Wolf can't do anything about. What's the use of a little Martial Lord like you?

But while they were astonished, they suddenly heard Jiang Yao say: "Then I want you to see the bloodline mystical skill of Void Sea!"

With the mental reminder of the Pisces Jade Pendant, Jiang Yao dared to take action. As soon as he raised his hand, countless golden lights suddenly appeared.

Seal of Great Compassion!

At the same time, a burst of Sanskrit music sounded loudly.

"Om mani padme hum..."

An angry Buddha statue appeared in an instant, raising a huge Buddha handprint and pressing it down condescendingly towards the demon, seeming to have the majesty and will to suppress everything!

In the golden light like a glass world, the cold atmosphere around him also dissipated.

"What, what is this?" The other party was shocked.

"What is this!" In the dark underground, a strange figure in a coffin suddenly sat up and screamed like a ghost.

This golden light, this voice, and this bald appearance made the Devouring Evil Lord feel fear from the bottom of his bones, a fear he had never experienced before.

Xuan Song and others couldn't believe it as they looked at the bald Dharma image that suddenly appeared. They were dumbfounded when they heard this mysterious and mysterious voice.

What kind of skill is this?


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