Monk Zhenhai looked at the silhouette in the white smoke, quite horrified. Even if he couldn't see the figure or appearance, he could feel the faint power of the other person, restrained yet sharp.
It was also the first time for Chen Yuan to see him. Although he didn't see his face, the Xiaotian dog over there was crouching down and wagging its tail crazily like a licking dog. Except for Erlang Shen Yang Jian, he couldn't find anyone else.
"Yuan pays homage to Erlang Xian Sheng Zhenjun."
He stepped forward and bowed his hands in greeting. As for the barbarians around him, Chen Yuan probably didn't need to take action anymore. Just a three-pointed two-edged sword fell down, leaving corpses everywhere. If the real body came out, it would probably be blown up for miles around.
The white smoke bird circled around and gradually sank to the ground. The figure standing with hands behind his back turned his face slightly, looked at Chen Yuan blankly, nodded, and walked towards the screaming and writhing bald man in front of him.
"I have never beaten a Xiaotian dog..."
In the falling smoke, the figure of Erlang Shen raised his hand slightly, and the arm of the bald barbarian who picked up the broken leg suddenly broke, and a long blood arrow spurted out.
Perhaps because he knew he was about to die, the bald barbarian no longer screamed or panicked. With only one arm left to support the ground, he dragged his body back and pulled out a bright red blanket of blood.
In the open mouth, the black teeth were stained with sticky blood, and as the lips kept moving, red 'silk threads' were drawn out, and he muttered an incomprehensible barbarian language.
In just two short breaths, the fingers of the arm supporting the ground quietly drew a bloody talisman array. Then, he sneered at Chen Yuan and Erlang Shen, who was half-figured in the smoke.
"He...is summoning gods?" Chen Yuan frowned and looked at the runes drawn under the other person's fingers. It was almost impossible to interrupt.
Immediately, he raised his hand, held the sword, and slashed down with a slash, and his whole body was suddenly filled with a layer of aura.
——Dragon-killing Qi.
He tilted his head and called to the row of wooden frames: "If Old Sun is not dead, bring my master here!"
"Hey, boss, you don't care whether I'm injured or not." The fat Taoist held his arms, with the big toad lying on his shoulders, and quickly pulled the crazy old man and ran around the side of the wooden frame towards Chen Yuan.
Here, while the Zhenhai monk also inserted the Zen staff into the ground, Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his eyes away from the dying barbarian, looked at the half-tilted altar in the distance, raised his hand to grab it, and floated above the pit.
The three-pointed, two-edged knife flew towards him and fell out of his hand.
The muffled sound of "boom" caused a circle of air waves mixed with dust to spread out in a circular shape.
"Dharma image!"
The sound of the Dharma echoed, and the golden light suddenly overflowed from his body. His hair was neatly combed upwards, revealing the three-mountain flying phoenix crown. Two immortal belts wrapped around the arm armor behind the platinum robe were dancing in the air. In the middle of the eyebrows, there was a vertical vermilion, and silk threads under his feet.
Auspicious clouds and birds circle around, and a short-haired white dog on the side draws golden thunder and roars, baring its teeth and roaring in filial piety.
"I'm pretending to be a ghost, but I still haven't come out!"
Yang Jian flicked his hand, and golden light the size of jade beads flew toward the collapsed altar. The next moment, a big black hand stretched out from the crooked altar talisman, grabbed the light ball, and crushed it to pieces.
The ground was shaking at this moment, and the sunlight in this area of the world converged back into the clouds at this time, and a black shadow slowly rose up from the huge outstretched arm.
There are also hoarse and overlapping sounds.
"I am the god of darkness, the source of fear, the omen of sleep, Kargader!"
"snort!"
Yang Jian glanced at the bald barbarian. He was already dead, his face was pale, and even the blood that flowed out had not entered the magic circle. It was obvious that the magic circle summoned such a thing.
He turned his face slightly and looked sideways at Chen Yuan and others.
"You guys step back three feet."
The moment the words fell, the three-pointed two-edged sword was shot straight out. Parallel with it, the Xiaotian dog bared its teeth and ran wildly. With a kick of its tumbling feet, it pounced on the black giant who walked out of the talisman formation like an arrow.
Biting the opponent's calf, it was as if there was no flesh and blood, and the sharp fangs sank directly into the layer of black.
Unlike ordinary beasts, Xiaotian Dog's teeth instantly caused the black giant to cry out in pain. He blocked the flying three-pointed two-edged knife with his right hand, and used the other hand to fan out a strong wind with thick black air.
Yang Jian, who was facing over there, wanted to fly away the white dog on his calf.
The wind roared, and the black air contained therein suddenly stopped two feet away in front of Yang Jian, and the black air was dissipated by the wide platinum sleeves that were blown away.
"Uh-huh!"
The dark god of the West named Kagadeer stomped in pain and vibrated several times, but the white dog on his calf seemed to be hanging on it, and it was shaken back and forth without letting it come down.
The black giant's eyes glowed with green fire, and the moment he roared, the ground beneath his feet suddenly cracked, and the black soil suddenly became speckled with green color, which was one of his spells, dirty soil.
"Wither bug tricks."
Yang Jian took back his weapon, flew into the sky with his hand, raised his hand, and a golden bow appeared, hanging in the air to pull the string, and an arrow appeared, and shot out at the head of the black giant below. The latter endured the pain in his feet and did the same with his backhand.
Grab it, turn it into a black bow and shoot it out.
The two arrows collided in mid-air, and there was a bang. The golden light connected with the darkness shook away, and the cliffs around the valley rumbled and shook.
Kagadel's huge body shook slightly and leaned back. The moment he was returning to his body, he leaned forward and sprayed out a stream of thick black smoke, pouring out like a flood. The smoke touched the trees and buildings and burned instantly.
Black flames arose and followed the air in all directions.
"Return to the wind and return to the fire!"
Yang Jian stroked his sleeves and stretched out the spell in his hand. The strong wind roared between the sky and the earth, swirling the black smoke and the black flames that were already jumping wildly. The speed visible to the naked eye shrank towards the position when it burned.
"Destroy!"
After the last sound of the Dharma fell, a long golden rope flew out of Yang Jian's sleeve. When the storm rose, it stirred Kagader out several times. Black smoke filled his huge body and outlined the lines of his muscles.
"God of a foreign land, Kagardel will not let you defeat me!"
Regarding the strange gods, Cagader naturally understood that the other party might come from the east. The Supreme once said that he must be careful with them, but as soon as he came out, he started fighting before he could see clearly. Even if he recognized the other party when he arrived, he could
It's already difficult to fight.
The huge figure quickly shrank under the golden rope.
During the struggle, his strength surged again, trying to break him free. Since he was not here, his divine power was naturally not enough, so he looked at the figure standing in the sky with hatred.
The black figure gradually disappeared into nothingness. When the golden rope was loosened, the black smoke dispersed, leaving only a pool of unpleasant-smelling black liquid.
"The gods of the East, I haven't learned yet..."
Yang Jian's robes fluttered, he stepped in the air and pointed his finger, and the long soldiers turned into golden light and flew over. Before Kagardel's words echoed in the empty air, Kagardel's voice came out: "Ah!"
He screamed, and then the sound and the fluctuations of his divine power completely disappeared.
"This story tells us something."
Looking at the sky where the winter sunshine gradually returned, he shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Don't leave harsh words when you run away, especially in front of people who are stronger than you."