Chapter 640 Let you see what I look like when I attack with all my strength
"Our lives should not be cut off!"
Compared with the people fighting fiercely, Dong Fu, who retreated to the side, felt that he was really close to death today.
When he was captured by Ding Run, he was really desperate. He hated how he fell into such an obvious plot, and at the same time regretted why he had to be tempted by Ming Zunjiao.
Then Dong Fu no longer regretted it, because he was saved.
In a twist of events, those who were captured were rescued by Bishop Mingzun, but the elite soldiers of the Imperial City Division were massacred.
Surviving a catastrophe is bound to bring good fortune, and the team is getting stronger and stronger.
The few people caught by Ding Run are undoubtedly the staunch Ming Zun sect internal agents, as well as these traitors from the Imperial City Division. As long as they take care of them, next...
"Whoosh!"
Just as he was thinking about it, a ghost figure suddenly grabbed an elite member of the Imperial City Division, and amid screams, he was greeted by a bright sword light.
Then the second person! The third person...
"ah--"
Under the shrill screams of Dong Fu and others, the seven traitors from the Imperial City Division who had taken refuge in the Ming Zun Cult were dragged by the ghosts of the men in black robes in the blink of an eye, blocking the edge of the chain knife.
But just like the divine arm bow blocked Ding Run and Gongsun Zhao, this only gained a moment of respite. However, under the fierce hands of the black-robed man, the flesh and blood of the dead were scattered regularly, turning into ghost formations.
The most needed essence and blood.
Just like Wuwozi's Blood Talisman Array at that time, because too many people died in Wuyou Cave, its power became astonishing. At this time, the flesh and blood of the seven warriors with strong blood also turned into the resentment and evil spirit soaring into the sky, and further
Aroused the power of the formation.
"Hoo-ho-ho-!"
The dark wind began to swirl and howl, mixed with wailing echoes, one after another, as if ghosts came out of the cave and demons danced wildly. Almost in the blink of an eye, the backyard was shrouded in black mist, and a depressing and heavy feeling came over the face, making people feel heart-shaking.
Dong Fu originally screamed when he saw the people of the Imperial City Division being slaughtered. At this time, the houses in the distance turned into ghostly shadows, and they attacked his face ferociously. He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split apart. He held his head and squatted down.
On the ground.
After completely activating the formation, the man in black robe screamed, his voice no longer as soft and charming as before, but instead seemed to be heartbreaking and fierce: "'Zuo Ming,' you can break my Nether Control.
A ghost formation?"
"Is this what is called a ghost?"
Li Yan's eyes moved slightly, and he discovered that this kind of ghostly figure that specifically harms people in battles seems to be just that. It does not have the kind of white clothes fluttering, long and endless sadness, but pure resentment.
and fierce.
Countless phantoms roared back and forth, attacking crazily, with a solid impact that blasted the ground into craters, and even the pavilions and pavilions were beaten to pieces. They madly vented the hatred in their bodies and attacked everything around them indiscriminately.
Facing this kind of offensive, there was no fluctuation in his heart. Not only the spiritual realm of the sixth consciousness, but also the Buddhist magical powers that had not yet been fully understood were all ready to move and prepare to show their majesty.
But Li Yan suppressed the impulse of Buddhist magical powers, fully used the power of consciousness only, and walked forward with a knife.
With every step you take, your sense of presence decreases.
Breathing disappears, body temperature disappears, smell disappears...
Even the collision of airflow becomes difficult to detect due to the swing of the blade.
Except for what can be seen with the naked eye, his whole person seems to have ceased to exist.
Li Yan had appeared in this way before, so it was difficult for the man in black robe with his back to notice. If he hadn't discovered that there was a bishop in the dark, he would have directly taken down this wise bishop who knew ghost magic.
It was not too late now. He used his sixth sense to restrain all the auras of his first five senses and jumped out of the situation. Those ghosts who had no intelligence in the first place were naturally unable to lock onto his existence and passed by him one after another.
The key is that as he gradually went deeper, a sense of hatred, anxiety and indescribable panic appeared in the induction.
"Got you!"
When Li Yan penetrated the layers of ghost mist and locked onto the location of Bishop Wisdom, dressed in a leisurely toga and disappeared into the formation, Gongsun Zhao and Ding Run rushed to the edge, watching this scene worriedly.
Gongsun Zhao pursed his lips: "Taoist Master Dongyun has repeatedly stressed the power of the formation. My current level of Taoism was also achieved through understanding the blood talisman formation. 'Zuo Ming' took the initiative to join the formation, will everything be okay?"
Ding Run was seriously injured just now, and he bared his teeth and said: "If something happens, we can't help. I used to underestimate the power of these heretical people. Next, I need to find some countermeasures... Now go rescue me first." Be smarter!"
When the two of them bypassed the range of the formation and arrived at the corner of the backyard, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
Because what caught his eyes was the almost collapsed Dong Fu and others, as well as the unconscious Gao Qiu.
After checking Gao Qiu's breathing and confirming that the Imperial City Siti Dian had just been knocked unconscious, Gongsun Zhao said: "I'll guard here. Senior brother, please save Gao Tidian and leave!"
Ding Run nodded and struck out with lightning speed, knocking Dong Fu and others unconscious: "They must also be taken away, otherwise so many people in the Imperial City Division have died, and I still can't account for just rescuing Gao Qiu!"
Gongsun Zhao frowned: "But without Senior Zuo Ming, we wouldn't be able to escape unscathed. Wouldn't it be a waste of money now?"
Ding Run grinned and said: "Tell Zuo Ming that I want to be an official for a while and make more money... Anyway, I can't survive in the future, so I will follow him in rebellion and sell my life to him." , It’s not too much to bring a few people with you now, right?”
Gongsun Zhao knew that although this senior brother had many bad habits, he would keep the promises he made, but he still said: "You can tell Zuo Ming this in person. I am not qualified to convey it."
Ding Run said helplessly: "I'm just afraid that he won't agree, so I want to kill him first and then tell him later. Junior brother, when are you going to change your stubborn mind?"
"call--"
Just as they were talking, the hairs on the two men's bodies stood on end, and a fighting spirit and aura surged out that made people feel chills, like thousands of troops coming from across the sky.
"Zuo Ming" is out!
Immediately afterwards, the screams of the men in black robes were heard coming from the formation.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ding Run praised: "I really didn't expect that two of the four bishops of the Ming Zun Sect, who are said to be the most capable of fighting, were actually no match for one 'Zuo Ming' ',I am leaving!"
Just as he was talking, he picked up three people on his left and right shoulders, threw them out of the wall, and then climbed over the wall to leave. Gongsun Zhao was unable to stop him, mainly because there seemed to be another change in the formation, so he turned his eyes away.
"Sacrifice my heavenly soul and return to the early Ming Dynasty...sacrifice my earthly soul and transform myself into Taixu...sacrifice my heart bond and rely on the gods to come to you!"
"King Ming has sent down the law! King Ming has sent down the law!"
Just when the ghost formation failed to block Li Yan and the chain knife was about to strike at Bishop Wisdom, a figure rushed over, blocked the blow with its armor and stomach, and then made a chant-like sound.
Along with the incantation, a majestic and solemn majesty like a sea and a prison was born.
It is not only the pressure of momentum, but also an impulse that makes people bow down, surrender loyally, and dedicate their souls.
"God fight?"
Li Yan experienced this magical pressure for the first time, and when he saw the change in the bearded man, his eyes lit up.
Although the Qi and blood of this powerful bishop is extremely powerful, the martial arts style in this world relies on the love of heaven and earth to open and close. In the subtle changes, it is not as powerful as the world of the Tang Dynasty.
The change in power is much worse, let alone compared to his Qianqiu Jue, which combines true energy and strength.
Therefore, in Li Yan's eyes, the threat of the man with the curly beard is far less than that of the man in black robe who uses magic. The previous solution of three strikes, five divided by two also proves this point.
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But at this moment, when the bearded man stood up while chanting a mantra and his eyes focused on him, everything was different.
In the eyes of this powerful bishop, there is a kind of coldness without joy, anger, sorrow and desire, a kind of ruthlessness that regards the common people as ants and indifference to all things, just like...
god?
It wasn't just a simple change in temperament. Immediately after the bearded man touched his fists, a wave of air suddenly burst out, filling the air with a desolate and majestic evil spirit. The already tyrannical energy and blood increased incredibly.
Floor after floor, combat effectiveness instantly increases.
King Ming descends to seek God’s method!
Li Yan was very satisfied: "Sure enough, you have magical powers in martial arts. Why didn't you use this move earlier?"
Compared to his joy, the man in black robe spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body's mana fluctuated, and he shouted sternly: "No!"
Even Ming Zun does not dare to use this method of inviting gods rashly, because once used, the lightest price will be a great loss of vitality and blood. It is equivalent to sacrificing to Ming Wang, and a lifetime of hard work will be wasted. In serious cases, it is simply on the spot.
Violent death!
"'Zuo Ming', die!"
But the bearded man had no other choice. The indifferent emotion in his eyes did not last long. The first thing he did after regaining his humanity was to look at him with a look of deep hatred, and then he rushed towards him.
"clang--"
The golden glove collided with the edge of the chain knife again, and then there was a series of dazzling confrontations.
The two of them were both dragons and snakes, so fierce that the air was torn apart by the shock, so that their bodies were distorted and became ethereal.
This is the use of the Immortal Dream, and being able to use Li Yan's Qianqiu Jue also means that his opponent has indeed been greatly strengthened, making him feel evenly matched.
"It's so happy! It's so happy!"
In a short period of time, after thirty or forty rounds, Li Yan accurately judged the strength of his opponent, his long robes rustled, and he smiled with satisfaction: "The warm-up is over, it's time for you to see what I look like when I attack with all my strength. !”
As soon as these words came out, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.
That intensity just now...
Is it just a warm-up?
Even Gongsun Zhao outside the court showed incredible shock. The bearded man's body trembled violently, and his eyes subconsciously showed fear. The man in black robe simply screamed: "You are no match for the god I taught you." Don’t brag about Dafa. King Ming will protect you and fight against all odds..."
The next moment, the sound stopped suddenly.
Because Li Yan looked up at the sky, a clear spiral column of air rose into the sky, spinning out a tornado.
Drawn by the tornado, the power of the moonlight poured in like a baby swallow returning to the forest, causing a layer of clear and translucent silvery white light to flow on the originally ordinary robe, and even made his feet lift off the ground out of thin air, majestic. The body slowly hangs in the air.
Zhenwu Holy Body——Open!
Since you asked God to descend, then I will take it seriously!