Just when Fazhi and others were surrounded by evil spirits and resentful souls, Zhuang Wudao was walking leisurely through the corridors of the underground palace using the magnetic escape method. It seemed aimless, but in fact it was
Try to make a circle with the previous fierce battle as the center.
All the evil spirits nearby have been attracted over there, and even if there are some left, they won't be a problem. With the Forbidden Lake Holy Seal in hand, he can ignore the legal prohibitions here. Therefore, Zhuang Wudao can do nothing.
Take care of it, let go of your escape speed, and fly freely through the air.
Every time he escaped for about a hundred feet, Zhuang Wudao would always stop, choose a suitable place for his spiritual eye, and draw the spell.
"Yin Gathering Soul Resurrection Curse?"
Yun'er's voice was full of connotation: "Sword Master, your move is really insidious. You will definitely kill these four people and then hurry up. There are at least nine third-level evil spirits in there.
Coupled with the Xuanming Shadow Lifting Curse in his body and your hand, I am afraid that none of these four people will be able to come out alive."
"What's wrong?"
Zhuang Wudao admitted calmly: "If you can destroy your opponent without losing both sides, why not do it? If it were that Dharma wisdom, would it give me a way to survive? I just hate that I don't have enough materials in my hand, otherwise I will never die.
It’s more than that.”
The method of gathering yin and summoning souls is usually only used by demon cultivators and evil cultivators. Although Zhuang Wudao worships 'King Abiping, the demon lord, he will not specially prepare these.
Most of the materials he used at this time, such as corpse water, vaginal silk, and purple river blood, were taken from Ye Zhen's small Sumeru ring. He had not thrown it away before, but now it is put to use.
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In fact, he didn't do much research on this art, and he wasn't very good at it. The level of the 'Yin Gathering Soul Recruiting Curse' he drew was very limited. However, with Yun'er's guidance, it seemed to work.
"You want to borrow a sword to kill people, right? But Master Sword, if you arrange it like this, the Three Saints Sect may not be able to see it afterwards -
"So what if you can see it? Can you still raise an army to find me?"
Zhuang Wudao shook his head disdainfully: "The mountains are high and far away, and there is no evidence. What can they do? On the contrary, these people have made things difficult for me again and again. Even the Three Saints Sect needs to give me Zhuang Wudao first."
An explanation.”
“That’s quite true.”
Yun'er chuckled softly: "How about adding another set of Qianli Jieyin formation? It is a formation from the Shangqing lineage. It is a ghost-controlling and soul-controlling formation that can greatly increase the combat power of all Yin evil soul cultivators. Once
Bu Cheng, these four people must be dead or alive, even if there are Yuanshen monks, they can't be saved. Now the sword master happens to have enough materials in his hand.
Zhuang Wudao suddenly felt a sense of affinity. The temperament of this sword spirit was really in tune with him. There is nothing in the world that would make him happier than his enemy falling into the well water and then stepping on him a few times.
When he was in Yuecheng, he and Qin Feng had experienced this kind of immoral behavior several times.
"Do you want to cut off the Yin Formation? I've heard of it. How should I start?"
"I'll teach you, go to the Kun position first. To set up this formation, you need to start from the Kun position -"
As Yun'er spoke, he transmitted a thought and imprinted a complete formation diagram into Zhuang Wudao's consciousness. However, before he finished speaking, he let out a light sigh and said in a strange tone: "It seems that it is
There is no need, this is actually a fourth-level evil spirit? The sword master can retreat quickly, otherwise it will definitely bring disaster to himself. The luck of these people is really bad. I don’t know if they were caught by your Yin Gathering Soul-Calling Curse.
attract o”
Without Yun'er's reminder, Zhuang Wudao had already fled frantically. He could hear the heart-rending roar from far behind, it was the voice of Sima Yuntian. It was shrill, desperate, and filled with unspeakable meaning.
He was so frightened that he seemed to be experiencing something extremely terrifying.
Zhuang Wudao was too lazy to pay attention, and he didn't even feel the emotion of gloating. He just wanted to escape at this time, and the farther away the better. He could barely cope with the third-level evil spirits. But the fourth-level evil spirits were Yuan Yuan.
Beings of the same level as gods. Even if the strength of evil spirits is half a level lower than that of monks of the same level, it is definitely not something that a mere foundation-building monk can handle.
Unless the Nirvana Sangzheng is here, he can compete with him.
He shuttled back and forth in this corridor at the maximum speed while identifying the direction. It was not until thirty miles away that Zhuang Wudao stopped. There was finally a trace of relaxation in his eyes.
It was only then that he completely got rid of the soul lock of the fourth-level evil spirit. All evil things like food rich in blood and devouring souls. Although they are naturally attracted by the 'Xuan Ming Liying Curse,
However, in the eyes of that fourth-level evil spirit, he, Zhuang Wudao, was obviously a good prey.
"It seems that it is not just a simple evil spirit, but more like the soul cultivation recorded in "Xuan Ming Ji Yin Lu"——
Zhuang Wudao asked his question, and then looked up. He didn't stop just because he got rid of the evil spirit here. The main reason was that the soil above was soft and the stone on the roof of the cave was decayed.
If most of it is lost, it can be easily opened.
"This is natural. Once the evil spirits here are born, they will be at least the second level, originating from the dead foundation-building monks or even golden elixirs. There are fewer resentful souls that need to be swallowed to advance to the level, and there are also fewer messy thoughts. After millions of experiences
In a matter of years, a resentful spirit, no matter how serious its obsession, can develop spiritual wisdom and regain some of its past life nature. It is not surprising that it can be transformed into soul cultivation——"
Yun'er's tone immediately stopped: "But it's a little strange. Those evil spirits seem to be divided into two groups - no, there are people here, sword master, be careful."
When he heard this last reminder, Zhuang Wudao was also shocked. In the thick death fog, a vague palm force suddenly penetrated the air.
It was even more sudden than the silver needle that He Tan sneaked into Zhiyuan. There was almost no warning beforehand. Not only was the power of the palm restrained but not released, the direction was unpredictable. It seemed to be from above, but also seemed to be hitting from below, sometimes from left to right.
Right, difficult to identify
Zhuang Wudao felt horrified. An unprecedented sense of crisis rushed into his heart.
Without even a moment's hesitation, Zhuang Wudao had already used the 'Ox Demon Dance', a natal mystical art. In addition to protecting the body of the Ox Demon, he instantly struck out with ninety-nine and eighty-one palms and a big stone-breaking hand, covering his body.
Side all regions
Since he can't tell the specific direction, he simply doesn't distinguish left, right, front, east, west, north, south, up and down. It's impossible for this person's palm movements to go beyond these ten directions.
Sure enough, the next moment, there was a roar. When the palms came into contact, Zhuang Wudao felt as if he was hit head-on by a huge beast. His whole body was completely out of control, and he was thrown backwards like a broken sack.
Retreat.
When this palm burst out, its power was astonishingly over 4,800 elephants, which was at least half the limit of his strength.
If it weren't for him now, he already has a magnetic body of up to the third level, which is invulnerable to swords and all kinds of attacks. Just this palm has broken his muscles and bones.
At this time, his spiritual thoughts were still unable to lock this person's position.
Zhuang Wudao's heart had sunk to the bottom, but there was no trace of panic in his heart, and he was extremely calm.
He was halfway there, and before he could stabilize his figure, he was already punched out.
False unparalleled, shaking seas and collapsing mountains
The power of 2,400 elephants bombarded the surrounding area hundreds of feet without distinction or blind spots. The entire underground palace was constantly shaking under the agitation of the two fists.
However, after the palm strike, there was still no special sound. It seemed that Zhuang Wudao's palm strike with all his strength did not pose a threat to that person at all, and did not even cause the slightest disturbance.
Zhuang Wudao's eyes were slightly shiny.
On top!
The spiritual thoughts spread, and the power of the fist covered the person. The figure of the sneak attack was finally invisible. However, in the next moment, Zhuang Wudao was so happy to find the true location of his opponent that he disappeared without a trace.
That mysterious energy was at the top of his head, coming from top to bottom, and struck again. It was like a hunting shark, as powerful as a mountain, unrivaled.
Seven Thousand Elephants, this palm no longer needs to be hidden, the power is even more powerful than the previous palm
Zhuang Wudao's eyes were horrified, and he sensed with his spiritual mind that this man's cultivation was obviously only at the foundation level, but it was so tyrannical that it gave him such desperate will that he could overwhelm mountains and rivers, even if it was gold.
Monk Dan was afraid that the power of his fist was so strong that it seemed to smash his soul into pieces, and he would not give him a chance to use it to transform it.
Sure enough, can we only use the last trump card? Even Yun'er may not be able to deal with the game in front of her.
The only hope is the secret that Sikong Hong wants to keep even if he kills people.
But at this moment, a stream of heat surged out of the sword's orifice.
"No need, there is still life under this stone palace, let me take care of it."
Yun'er's thoughts went straight to Yuanhun. Zhuang Wudao followed the good example and knew that he was definitely not able to resist the person in front of him. Although he was doubtful in his heart, he still obediently gave up the control of his body.
When the sword spirit took over, he directly struck with a palm upward.
Pseudo-innocent, big cracked stone
The power of seven thousand elephants impacted down, and Yun'er's palm position only lasted for a moment before completely collapsing.
However, Zhuang Wudao's body was still unscathed, not even internally injured. The Bull Demon Tyrant had been in his body for forty breaths, and the Hua Jie Mu he had used before had not expired.
Zhuang Wudao couldn't borrow and resolve this person's palm power, but Yun'er was able to handle it with ease.
The magnetic energy all over his body trembled in a very regular pattern, and most of the power was transferred to Zhuang Wudao's feet.
"Huh?"
The man seemed quite surprised and let out a cry of surprise. The stone slab under Zhuang Wudao's feet also shattered and collapsed.
The ground here was surprisingly fragile and could be shattered with just one blow. Under Yun'er's control, Zhuang Wudao's figure blended into the flying rubble and quickly escaped from the second floor of the underground palace.
Leave.
The Magnetic Element Escape Technique, in Zhuang Wudao's hands, was already extremely fast. Now when it was Yun'er, it was improved by at least half a time.
With the 'thousand-mile magnetic killing', it covered a distance of three thousand feet, and the whole person was like a fleeting shadow, so fast that even the naked eye could not spread it.