Murong Bai unfolded the folding fan in his hand, and an ink-colored landscape was reflected. The dazzling sword light seemed to be completely integrated into it the moment it touched the ink-colored landscape. In the picture, a huge rift valley appeared between the two peaks, but the reality was different.
Not the slightest ripple.
"One sword makes a difference! Fairy Yanyun is really merciless. In this case, I can only offend you more."
Seeing the changes in the scroll, the smile in Murong Bai's eyes disappeared, and the expression on his face turned serious.
One glance at her revealed the whole situation. Such sharp swordsmanship was only one of her methods of killing. I was afraid that I was really no match for her.
As Murong Bai's voice fell, Grandma Shenmu took action boldly. She waved her snake-headed crutch, and dozens of strange and powerful auras emerged.
The resurrected ghost Buddha on the lotus pedestal laughed wildly, thousands of arms stretched out behind themselves, each arm was covered with red eyes, tens of thousands of ghost eyes looked at Chai Jiangcui, and the strong desire seemed to have turned into reality.
The Buddhist temple here has been arranged as a ghost realm of misery. In addition to the strong yin energy and ghost energy in the air, there are also countless negative emotions in the world. It doesn't take half a minute for a mortal to degenerate from a kind person to a cannibal here.
Evil ghost.
Such an environment was perfect for the evil cultivators to perform. The evil cultivators following Murong Bai scattered and retreated, casting all kinds of strange evil spells.
Hundreds of ghosts screamed, and demons danced wildly. That pretty shadow looked so thin in front of the sea-like wave of ghosts.
Looking at the terrifying appearances of many ghosts in front of him, Chai Jiangcui looked calm, with a sneer on his lips.
"A group of unworthy monsters, this is what you are preparing for?"
"Thunder from Heaven·Zhiyang"
Chai Jiangcui pointed his finger at the sky, and nine thunders with pure Yang aura suddenly appeared in the void.
The ink landscape spreads to cover all directions, and the smiling shaman faces the sky.
However, the thunder struck down too fast. Even though Murong Bai and Shen Mu were on guard, they only blocked six of them. The remaining three Zhiyang Thunder successfully exploded in the strange wave of ghosts.
The dazzling thunder was accompanied by countless wails, and all the weird ghosts affected by the thunder had no chance to struggle and were turned into ashes.
The Thousand-Handed Ghost Buddha was even more miserable. He caught a thunderbolt from the Zhiyang with his body, and 30% of the arms behind his back were instantly wiped out. Most of the red eyes that were lucky enough not to be destroyed were also slightly sluggish.
Killing a large number of ghosts in an instant, Chai Jiangcui did not stop and continued to use the Heavenly Thunder Spiritual Method to clean up the evil spirits. Even though this place has become a ghost land and the Yin Qi is extremely full, thunder is still their biggest nemesis.
"Yu Lei·Five Thunders Strike the Top"
What fell this time was the Five Elements Thunder, which was weaker than the Yin-Yang Divine Thunder, but the number of thunder was frightening.
Dense roars filled the hall, five-color lightning overflowed, and there was no place to stay.
At this moment, all the Huaqi evil cultivators no longer cared about attacking, and used all means to protect themselves.
The thunder gradually stopped, the wave of ghosts disappeared, and the world became clear. There were also three charred corpses in the corner of the hall.
The ink landscape at the feet of the ghost Buddha disappeared. Murong Bai looked around and couldn't help but exclaimed:
"I just said that your arrangement is not good. It was almost completely destroyed even though it didn't use much energy. You and I still need to work together."
"Stop talking nonsense, if you are so easy to deal with, why do I need to wait for you?"
Grandma Shenmu glanced at Murong Bai angrily, and evil energy surged around her body.
"Under the nine springs, there are but withered bones."
The old voice rang in everyone's hearts, the magic circle arranged under the God's Eye shone brightly, the bull-headed Dharma Prime Minister stood in the sky, and his tall body dug a huge hole in the entire palace.
With rubble raining like rain and smoke filling the sky, the Dabao Hall of Denghong Temple has finally come to an end.
In the previous street battle, the Niutou Dharma Appearance was greatly damaged, and even the evil energy of the five turbidities of the underworld was somewhat weakened.
However, Grandma Shenmu was already prepared for this. She suddenly waved her snake-headed crutch, and pieces of bright white withered bones crawled out from under the pagoda in the distance.
These dead bones are the slaves who were sold to Hexi City. If Yuwen Jie had not ruined the plan last time, there would only be more dead souls buried here.
The withered bones were engraved with light blue runes. After crawling out of the ground, they immediately turned into bone powder and flew towards the bull-headed Dharma.
After the Ox-Head Dharma Appearance absorbed the bone powder, the aura around his body rapidly increased, and a thick layer of silver armor even appeared on his body.
"Qingyu·Destroy the Strong"
"Yin Yang·Destruction Formation"
Naturally, Chai Jiangcui would not just sit back and watch the Bull Head Dharma become stronger. The Water Moon Sword was swung, and dozens of surging sword lights, together with the yin and yang divine thunder, headed towards the pagoda.
The rough skin and thick flesh of the Bull Head Dharma Appearance are difficult to solve at once, but as long as these dead bones are destroyed, the enhancement spell will naturally be interrupted.
"Don't even think about it!"
Murong Bai saw Chai Jiangcui's intention, but saw him flash and appear on the pagoda together with the ghosts and Buddhas.
Murong's white hair was flying, and his right hands pointed forward a little. A giant mountain peak and a big river flew out of the ink painting.
The river covers the sky to resist the divine thunder, and the mountain peaks hang in the air to resist the sword light.
The water mist surged, the rocks cracked, and a steady stream of Yin Qi was drawn over, quickly patching the mountain peaks and the river. At this time, the advantages of the formation's blessing were fully revealed.
The mountain peak gradually sank under the constant bombardment of the sword light. When the ghost Buddha protecting the withered bones below saw this, he immediately used his body to lift the mountain peak.
Mountains were moved to control the river, swords roared in all directions, and thunder shook the sky. If an uninformed person saw this scene, they would think that gods were casting spells, trying to use the mountains to suppress the shocking ghosts below.
At this moment, after witnessing the horror of the divine thunder, all the surviving evil cultivators were hiding in the ruins, and no one dared to take action again.
Seeing that there was a stalemate, Chai Jiangcui decisively used the Taichu Star Seal.
The magnificent divine soul star rushed into Murong Bai's sea of consciousness, and with a silent star explosion, blood surged from Murong Bai's mouth and nose, and the aura around his body dropped by more than one degree.
He felt that he had tried his best to overestimate Chai Jiangcui's secret skill of the soul, but only after seeing it truly did Murong Bai realize how wrong he was.
‘My God’s eyes misunderstood me, a bullshit little injury doesn’t matter. Can you please stop caring about face when discussing the enemy’s strength!’
Murong Bai's molar teeth were almost broken. The secret technique of defending the soul that he practiced was far inferior to that of the divine eye. After this blow, he might not be able to recover in ten or eight years.
This trip was truly a loss of blood!
Murong Bai tried his best to maintain the technique, and anxiously transmitted the message to the divine eye:
"Are you okay? I can't hold it anymore!"
"Hold on for a while and it will almost be absorbed."
God-Eye Granny's eyes were fixed on the bull-headed Dharma form, and at the same time, she continued to release a large number of strange things in an attempt to interfere with Chai Jiangcui, but the effect was always minimal.
However, at this moment of scrambling, a huge golden light pillar suddenly descended from the sky and struck directly above the ghost realm.
Countless patterns circulated in the golden light pillar, and it was so powerful that it penetrated the entire ghost realm in one go.
"The Yuwen family's city defense formation has finally been activated. Fortunately, it came at the right time."
Looking at the broken ghost realm, Chai Jiangcui's eyes showed a smile.
When she entered the Buddhist temple, she had already sent a message to Yuwen Pengtao. As long as she did not send the message twice within two minutes, she would immediately activate the city defense formation.
Although it's cool to go to a meeting alone, it would be foolish not to use it if you have support.
As the ghost realm was destroyed, the Yin Qi in the air dissipated like rootless duckweed. Without the compensation of Yin Qi, Murong Bai's mountain peaks and rivers could no longer be maintained.
The remaining half of the withered bones were buried by the collapsed mountain peaks. The Yin Yang Divine Thunder continued to wash away the ground. Seeing that the situation was not good, the ghosts and Buddhas wanted to retreat, but Chai Jiangcui seized the opportunity and cut off half of the ghost body with a sword.