Liang Yan shouted low, raised his hand and threw out a square jade seal with a simple shape.
As soon as the jade seal appeared, it exuded a mighty and majestic aura, suddenly like an iron horse on a glacier, and golden drums flying to the sky. The scene of thousands of monks fighting bloody battles reappeared in Liang Yan's mind.
"The heaven and earth are righteous, the great road connects to the mysterious, the soul is locked in the soul, and the thousands of troops are ordered."
Liang Yan followed the formula taught by Fang Liren and began to chant the incantation, injecting the spiritual power in his body unreservedly into the jade seal in front of him.
As he continued to chant, the murderous aura on the jade seal became stronger and stronger. It didn't look like a magic weapon at all, but more like a murderous beast.
Liang Yan was secretly surprised in his heart while making the secrets and chanting the incantation.
He has traveled around the five countries over the years and has seen many Confucian monks, but none of them are similar to the aura emanating from this jade seal. Fang Liren told him that the Wushuang City Lord cultivated the hegemonic line of Confucianism, but he did not know what this lineage was.
The details?
However, at this moment, he was not allowed to dwell on it. In just a moment, the jade talisman seemed to sense some powerful enemy, and its aura suddenly surged.
The phantoms of human monks wearing battle armor appeared out of thin air above the jade seal. These phantoms just glanced at Liang Yan and stopped looking at him. Instead, they looked at the ghost figures in the air with solemn expressions.
"kill!"
Among thousands of troops, suddenly a leading general shouted angrily.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
All the phantoms of the monks shouted in unison. For a moment, the shadows of swords and swords and the drums of war were heard. One after another, the phantoms of the monks rushed into the air like a tide and started fighting with those ghosts.
Some of the phantoms directly faded and turned into streams of extremely pure spiritual power, which finally merged into the flying sword left by Ying Long.
The twelve flying swords in mid-air, with the help of these monks' phantoms and the spiritual power coming from the jade seal, instantly surged in momentum, killing the entangled ghosts around them one by one.
"It's done!"
Liang Yan felt happy in his heart, but he didn't dare to relax at all about the techniques he was holding. He still kept mumbling words according to the secret techniques taught by Fang Liren.
The Yinglong Sword Formation now had strong reinforcements, and gradually turned defeat into victory, beating all the ghosts back and forth, and almost annihilating all the ghosts that escaped from the entrance of the passage.
However, at this moment, a strange sound came from the entrance of the passage between the Yin and Yang realms, just like the cry of evil spirits and the neighing of beasts.
"Watch out, something is coming out!"
Wu Xin, who was outside the sword formation, suddenly shouted loudly.
Liang Yan also realized that something was wrong, but at this moment, he was activating the City Lord Talisman with all his strength and had no time to care. He could only grit his teeth and said: "No matter what it is, we can only rely on the sword formation to fight against it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the passageway between Yin and Yang began to shake violently, and then a huge withered and cracked hand poked out from inside!
As soon as this palm appeared, it brought an aura of death, as if just a slight touch from it would make your soul fall under the Nine Springs no matter how high your cultivation level is.
"It's Gui Si!" Wu Xin's voice could no longer remain calm and actually trembled slightly.
Liang Yan felt a shiver in his heart. When he looked again, he found that the hand was scratching near the entrance of the passage, as if he wanted to use this force to pull out the entire body from behind.
"He's not completely unblocked yet!"
"We must not let Gui Si come out. We can only use the Yinglong Sword Formation to kill one of his arms before he is completely unsealed!"
Liang Yan saw the clues at a glance. At this moment, he was connected with the sword formation and Yuxi. But with a slight thought, the twelve flying swords in the air seemed to understand his thoughts.
I saw these simple black flying swords sliding down from mid-air like meteors, one after another slashing towards the huge palm.
The already shriveled and cracked palms were even more torn under the blows of these flying swords, but strangely, no trace of blood flowed out.
In just half a cup of tea, this huge palm had no trace of skin and flesh, leaving only a crystal-clear white bone palm.
However, it was this set of white bones that actually made those flying swords unable to do anything. Even though they were cut with countless cracks, they never completely shattered.
The owner on the other side of the palm seemed to sense the trouble here, and suddenly waved his hand, and an unparalleled force surged out, hitting the Yinglong Sword Formation directly.
The entire sword formation shook violently, and the twelve flying swords were slightly bent in mid-air. It was not known whether it was Liang Yan's imagination, but he actually heard the faint cry of the flying swords.
"Oops! He's going to use his strength to break the formation!"
Liang Yan secretly thought something was wrong, and the magic formula in his hand became even more urgent, almost pushing the City Lord Talisman in front of him to the extreme.
The phantoms of countless monks merged with the flying swords, making the flying swords even more majestic and murderous. However, the owner of the palm seemed unmoved. He raised his bone-white palm and slapped it towards the Yinglong Sword Formation again.
boom!
There was a loud noise in the darkness, and Gui Si's palm was harder and more poisonous than before. The Yinglong Sword Formation almost collapsed after receiving this palm!
Liang Yan was mentally connected to the sword array. At this moment, his chest felt tight and uncomfortable. He couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out a blood arrow.
"It's true that God is not as good as man. I didn't expect that this ghost boss has been unsealed to this extent. Now that a hand has come out, I'm afraid it's not far away from him being completely unsealed!"
Liang Yan was anxious, but the only things he could rely on at this moment were the city master's military talisman and the Yinglong sword formation.
But these two magical powers, in front of the giant white-bone hand, seemed unable to sustain it for long. As the giant hand struck one after another, the originally powerful sword array began to gradually collapse.
"We can't last much longer."
Liang Yan seemed to have seen his fate. He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Wu Xin behind him, only to find that the witch was also looking at him.
The two looked at each other, and both saw a trace of despair and unwillingness in each other's eyes.
What Liang Yan was thinking at this time was: "She was so deceived! If I had known this, I shouldn't have coveted that kind of soul magic in the first place!"
But what I was thinking unintentionally was: "It's ridiculous that I claim to be extraordinary, but I didn't expect that not only would I not avenge my revenge, but I would eventually die in a foreign land. Is it destined by God that I will die in the same cave with a human race man?"
Just when they both felt despair at the same time, a bright light suddenly shone down from the abyss above.
This ray of light is like a ray of dawn in the eternal darkness, dispelling all the coldness and deathly silence.
"Evil beast!"
An old voice shouted.
Liang Yan and Wu Xin were startled at the same time and couldn't help but look up.
I saw an old man with gray hair and chicken skin, holding a bundle of bamboo slips in his arms, riding a donkey upside down, coming from the top of the abyss.
Liang Yan's sharp eyes discovered that there was actually a tattered wine gourd tied to the donkey's tail.