The sound of thunder rolled, concentrated on a line, and the ghosts vaporized like boiling water, revealing a human-high hole in front of the ancestral hall. A sword light protruded from the guard, extinguishing the ghosts, and directly attacked Ma Yiyuan from a hundred meters away.
"Ha, the trapped beast is still fighting?" Ma Yiyuan chuckled. Needless to say, an officer gave the order and a wave of arrows accurately blocked the area.
The light of the talisman flashed, and the sword light shot out instantly, throwing away the rain of arrows behind him.
Is it this move again...body and sword merge into one?"
Ma Yiyuan frowned. This man's swordsmanship is incredible, but he is not a swordsman: "It is the martial art of swordsmanship. He has reached the state of proficiency and controls the sword with Qi, which creates this kind of sword light."
"Taoism cannot resist the rain of arrows, but this kind of unique use can resist. It's hard for me to have such a method... But that's it." Ma Yiyuan glanced at the front of the ancestral hall, and most of the guards died from the ghost attack.
After death, even Wang Yun protected himself with the protection of his official aura and sword.
"Kill Wang Yun" Ma Yiyuan knew his main goal very well. Taoism is difficult to be effective against such high-ranking officials. He only has physical attacks. The big yellow crossbow is very slow to reload. Su Wei immediately drew his sword and rushed forward: "Kill"
Ye Qing ignored these, stared at Ma Yiyuan, and rushed ten meters closer, just waiting for an opportunity.
"Hmph, pawns can just jump around." Ma Yiyuan pointed the seven-section staff in his hand, and countless ghosts turned back with a "swish" and surrounded Ye Qing. Suddenly, a thick fog filled the area and no one could be seen. This was the formation of the underworld.
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The next moment, several muffled thunders came from inside, but they only caused the entire dense fog to expand and contract.
"The Yin Realm is already 10%, and I can't attack you everywhere, but you will still be able to break out?" Ma Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and the seven-section staff in his hand flashed with light: "Unless you can melt the entire Yin Realm, you can just wait for death in it.
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Once the underworld is formed, it will undergo a qualitative change. In the face of this power gap, winning with quality is just a dream. Although I think so, there is always a shuddering feeling that lingers in my heart.
Ma Yiyuan frowned, remembering that this kid had escaped from danger just now, it was better not to be careless. He immediately narrowed his eyes, and without hesitation, he slapped his staff and said: "All Spirits Yin Fire"
A sudden change occurred, and the Yin Qi gathered into the air, forming a pair of blood eyes, and the Yin turned into Yang, "booming" and ignited a ball of red fire...
Some fireballs exploded and escaped, flying like red meteors in the air. Several trees in the courtyard withered instantly. There was no damage on the outside, but there was a burning smell coming out from the inside... This was yin fire.
Amid the fanatical shouts of all the guards, the sky was filled with yin fire, which collapsed towards the enemies in the domain. The sword light inside just shined before being drowned by the yin fire.
"Even if you have golden veins, you are still restrained by fire and crushed by the staff. This is the power of my holy religion..." Ma Yiyuan admired and stared at the red fire ball, longing for the night when the Tao staff was born, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.
"It is not easy to create a seven-section staff. Each one requires refining thousands of souls, condensing yin energy, and turning yin into yang." I still remember the master's original words: "In order to achieve the effect of turning yin into yang, old, weak, women and children are used."
The soul will fall into the lower reaches, and it will never be able to withstand the momentary yang energy that turns from yin to fire - and even this cannot be sustained. What is the use of putting it on the battlefield of masculine energy and blood? How can we talk about conquering the world and establishing the immortal Taipei Holy Dynasty?
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It must be cultivated with the soul of a masculine soldier, which requires a large battlefield. It is not easy to practice even one in times of peace. No one can hope to collect all ninety-nine and eighty-one to revive Huang Tian.
"I took advantage of the chaos and massacre in the world to gather thirty-six sticks. Every time I use them, I use the main stick to separate them in the big battlefield. I heard that my stick was sacrificed on the Youzhou battlefield.
A local tycoon broke into thirty thousand with three hundred thousand. The scene was very fierce... It's a pity that this is something you can't see in the Central Plains." Ma Yiyuan thought with some fascination, surrounded by a large ball of yin fire, scorching like the sun, and the temperature made his hair curl.
Getting scorched...
The seven-segmented staff touched the Yin Fire Domain, and the domain membrane was beating endlessly. There was still struggle inside, and he laughed at this.
"No matter how clever the Jinde monk is, he can't withstand the suppression of fire and gold. Let alone the boundary... It just depends on how long this guy can last in it."
This Yin Realm is not without its weaknesses. I have warned you not to rely too much on external objects. If your own cultivation is insufficient, there is a possibility of outstanding kills. Moreover, the time in this spiritual realm is too short... The time in the realm after Yin transforms into Yang is shortened to 100%.
One, only time for a cup of tea.
It's only useful in critical situations like this.
"The Yinhuo Realm is actually not designed for fighting, but for battlefield battles. Think about it...how long does it take to reverse a battle? This is the method of my Taiping Cult, and it will definitely shine when we compete for world hegemony in the future."
Ma Yiyuan thought to himself, but at this time, his main attention was already focused on Wang Yun.
In Ma Yiyuan's mind, Liu Bei was just a little shrimp, and his main target was Wang Yun. He saw corpses lying everywhere in front of the ancestral hall, and the two sides were fighting fiercely, but the people in the palace were defeated one after another.
If it weren't for the yellow air that filled the air in front of the ancestral hall, ghosts couldn't enter and there wouldn't even be a fight.
The moonlight shines in the courtyard and falls in Ma Yiyuan's eyes. All chaos fades away. The world can always return to peace after chaos...
"The mission is over." He thought like this, spread out his hand and looked at Yu Jingjing under the bright moonlight.
Having power is that simple.
When I was a farmer, I had to swallow my anger and never dared to think that a big shot could just make a decision like this without even a trace of blood on his hands.
"As for the women, children, old and young...it doesn't matter. Our Taiping Holy Dynasty also needs the obedience of our people. Everything will be fine. The yellow sky that belongs to our poor farmers will surely come...Huh?"
"Boom" The ancestral hall was enraged, and a golden light with a murderous aura rose in the field of vision, instantly turning a group of approaching ghosts into nothing.
Speaking of which, when the netherworld was covered, he could faintly hear the shouts of thousands of troops to kill, and Ye Qing knew something was wrong. The impact of the cluster attack on the ghost body was resisted by a layer of masculine murderous aura. The illusion of the blood-stained battlefield gained a trace of reality.
Even lightning can't break it
"Perhaps the real thunder method can break it with force, but this is a real person's method... The demons say that I am a small role, do I need to use such full firepower?" Ye Qing continued several times, but couldn't use the thunder method, and felt in his heart
Cold, only a sword energy protects itself.
The only thing worth celebrating is that my sword energy, which comes from the Great Book of Changes, can overcome almost all changes and can still resist for some time.
"Hold on for a while longer. The city guards are about to arrive. I can't control the Wang family anymore. Ling Ling should be able to take the opportunity to escape, so don't be stupid... No, she is still here, so the girl probably won't be stupid..."
It only happened in a moment. The eyes in the sky were filled with red light, burning into balls of yin fire. They gathered in an instant, and the space within a few feet was as hot as the sun.
The sword energy twisted: "This is... the second level of Bai Emperor's energy aimed at me."
Ye Qing instantly withdrew the White Emperor's Qi and returned to the fourth level of the Black Emperor. He sat down cross-legged, and a layer of water film suddenly appeared all over his body to protect him from the high temperature. It even formed frost. The quality of the fourth level of the Heavenly One Classic passed down by the Black Emperor was even higher.
Excellent, but countless ghosts turned into fire and attacked, and they were also consumed rapidly.
In order to last longer, the thickness of the black film can only be reduced.
Even if the scorching air passes through the black membrane, it still makes the lungs boil, making it seem like the breath is not air, but magma.
"This is obviously a big move, a killer move. Even if a real person comes in person, can it be used continuously for one minute?" With such a trace of vitality and faith, Ye Qing mobilized the Black Emperor Tianyi Jing and gritted his teeth.
Second after second, it was the same as every year. At this moment, a faint call was suddenly heard: "General?"
Ye Qing remained motionless, but the voice became clearer: "General Liu..."
"It's General, it's General Liu..." More voices came, which were definitely not hallucinations, and the temperature beside him seemed to have dropped a bit.
Until the latest voice suddenly sounded: "Master, save me"
Ye Qing was startled. He turned around and saw several sergeants in tattered clothes kneeling in the fire, with wounds all over their bodies. Instead of blood, they were filled with hot lava.
"Who are you……"
The leader of the group raised his head. Although his eyes were filled with sinister fire, his face was extremely familiar. Overlapping impressions from two previous lives came to his mind. Ye Qing was suddenly shocked: "Old Han."
This is clearly his old subordinate Han Dangzhong, who has attended two funerals in his past life...if you include the other world, it can be said to be three times.
This sounds ridiculous, but Ye Qing can no longer care about so much. Looking behind Han Dangzhong, there are all the non-commissioned officers who died four years ago in this life, and they are all here.
"Master, save me"
"General Liu, please help me"
More ghosts of Yin Fire kowtowed down, and Han Dangzhong glanced at Ye Qing: "We are detained by the Taiping traitors. We are in fire every day, and in ice at night. We are sacrificed day and night. This is to make us wait for eternity.
Not allowed to be reincarnated..."
Pointing to the people behind him, there were nearly a hundred people: "These are all the officers and soldiers who lost their lives that night, and they have all been sent to this purgatory."
Regardless of whether it was true or not, Ye Qing took advantage of the interruption of the fire to secretly change his mind and restore his spiritual power to coordinate his body, feeling that he could hold on longer.
Looking at the stalemate in the surrounding area, there are six or seven thousand ghosts of Yinhuo: "These are all dead bandits... Many of them asked me to burn them to death, and then burned me in turn. No wonder just now
The servants and servants are fighting tooth and nail, the injustice is the same, the debt is the debtor, and we are not willing to die together?"
The eyes of some Yin Fire Ghosts ignited and started to move again, but most of them remained silent and motionless.
Ye Qing knew in his heart that the most hateful and desperate people just now had committed suicide and charged. These ghosts seemed to be transformed from military souls, which worked on the same principle as military spirit. They were broken by more than 30% but did not collapse. They were completely restrained by the power of the realm.
Can escape.
"No one wants to die. As long as the head of the family swears to go out and destroy the seven-segmented staff, I can convince them..." Han Dangzhong lowered his head and did not look at Ye Qing as he said.
Ye Qing was startled and looked a little strangely: "Old Han, you have really changed..."
"When a person dies once, he will always change." Han Zhong said in a deep voice. After going through hell and suffering, will he still be the same as before? In despair and no way out, it is inevitable for people to have evil sides, so there is a saying about evil ghosts.
They are all refined by military souls. Being in this seven-section staff, you know more clearly what kind of treasure it is on the battlefield. Which hero would not be tempted by it?
Looking at the current battlefield, it is a huge advantage and can reverse the situation of the battle.
They have become inhuman, ghosts or ghosts, how can they still believe in the morality of a living person?