Chapter 82: Killing the God in vain, the soul returns
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The hunched figure is as skinny as wood. From a distance, it looks like a bamboo pole stuck in the grass. His head is drooped as if his lumbar spine has been broken. From a distance, this figure looks like a scarecrow in the corn field in the countryside.
generally.
A dark wind suddenly blew in the courtyard, and the nearly half-meter-long grass moved with the wind, making a rustling sound. The scarecrow actually floated slowly over with the wind.
The moonlight in the sky was obscured by a dark cloud at some point, and the entire resort courtyard looked dark and eerie.
"Gudu" Dandan and the others swallowed, their mouths opened but they couldn't even say the word "fear".
Tang Xia whispered: "It's not a ghost, it's a human being... He has a shadow."
Xiang Que squinted his eyes and said, "It's more terrifying than a ghost. You go back to the building."
"Ah? Ah?" Li Mingwen turned around, looked at the dark club, and asked, "What if we encounter those little guys in red again?"
"It's better than running into him. Just do as I say." Xiang Que handed them a few talismans and said, "Take them with you. Even if you run into the kid, he won't be able to get close to you."
Xiang Que said to Tang Xia again: "Protect them, I will deal with this person."
Tang Xia hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and returned to the building with a few people. She could see that people can float rather than walk. They use their own cultivation to stimulate the Tao Qi to drive the body forward.
, it is impossible for people in the ordinary realm to achieve this. At least in the Tang family, only the old man who has lived to be over a hundred years old can do this. No one in the remaining Tang family has reached this level.
Tang Xia really didn't understand what confidence Xiang Que had to dare to face this person. At least Tang Xia didn't think that Xiang Que's moral conduct could reach the level of the other person.
People in the Yin and Yang world of Feng Shui have cultivated it overnight. Even a genius like her is only in the late stage of Qi gathering. This was achieved with the help of the Tang family. She had already stepped through the Condensation Condensation in her twenties.
Qi realm, but as far as Tang Xia knows, there is no such person with the surname Xiang.
The figure floating towards him became more clear as he got closer. It would be a bit flattering to say that he was so skinny, but the figure was completely covered with skin and bones, with no flesh at all on his body. The skin covering the bones was dark and dry.
His eyes were sunken deeply into his sockets, and his hands had long turquoise nails.
"It was you who killed my little devil? That's right, you still have their breath on your body. Do you know how many years it took me to make these little devils?" His voice was hoarse, as if his vocal cords had been cut.
It looked like it was damaged after being cut many times, and the sound was like fingernails scratching on the board, which made people feel quite uncomfortable.
His accent is very strange. Although he speaks Mandarin, he obviously has a very strong regional accent.
"You can make my little ghost fly away in an instant, disappearing between heaven and earth, leaving only a trace of ghost energy. It seems that you must have used the fire of the sun to burn it." The scarecrow laughed dryly and said: "Can you do this?
This is a trick, I think there is some background behind your sect... I will temporarily immortalize you, extract only one of your souls and imprison it here, and let your sect send people to redeem it. Is the price natural?
Worthy of all my dead brats"
"You want to imprison me? I'm afraid you can't afford the price." Xiang Que pointed at the scarecrow in a very unscrupulous manner and said, "You can pretend? You are very confident to speak with your words. I'm just kidding you.
Today I have to make you kneel down and sing "Conquer" for me. If you don't kneel down, I'll fart on my head."
Xiang Que scolded the Scarecrow so hard that he didn't answer the question.
In the Yin and Yang world of Feng Shui, the level of Taoism is the dividing line. There is an insurmountable gap between different levels. He felt that Xiang Que would definitely not be able to catch up to half of his strength even if he practiced training from his mother's womb. But he was so arrogant and suddenly
I completely confused myself.
The scarecrow said in a daze: "Why do I think you are more confident than me and more powerful than me? Where do you learn from?"
Xiang Que said speechlessly: "Do you think we are just children fighting? If we can't do it, we will drag the parents out? Are you a tiger? Are you a tiger? Grass, you and I are not fighting in the same direction.
, Just do it and that’s it, don’t be polite.”
Xiang Que held half of the sword tip between his index and middle fingers, stood facing the wind, pointed at the opponent in a rather domineering manner, and said: "What the hell are you doing? You are so good at what you do? There are so many people in the world, do you know who is the dragon walking on the road?"
Who is Feng? Today I have to let you understand a truth, martial arts in the world are not just about speed..."
Xiang Que frantically summoned the Dao Qi in his body to activate half of the iron sword. As soon as he released his fingers, the sword tip flew towards the scarecrow.
The Scarecrow's eyes were widened. The sword of Bai Qi, the God of Death, was filled with evil energy. When it flew towards him, he could already feel that the boundless evil energy seemed to be able to cut through his body in an instant.
As if he felt a hint of crisis approaching, he tapped the ground with his toes, and his body floated to the side. The Scarecrow slowly raised his right hand, pointed a finger at the iron sword out of thin air, and suddenly seeped out from his fingertips.
A stream of green energy wrapped around the tip of the sword.
The green energy was very strong, like a green dragon that tightly wrapped half of the iron sword.
"Sure enough, it is the state of concentration. It's a little bit troublesome." Those who can release Dao Qi must be people in the state of concentration. Gathering Qi can only allow the energy of heaven and earth to gather in one's body, but concentration can allow
The Dao Qi is released externally to drive the response to the enemy.
"Come, soldiers, fight, all are in formation, in front." Xiang Que quickly changed nine hand gestures in succession, and after chanting the nine-character mantra in sequence, half of the sword tip was fighting with the green energy.
At this moment, it suddenly started to tremble wildly, and the sword body shook crazily.
Xiang Que bit the tip of his tongue and held a mouthful of blood in his mouth. He took a deep breath and spit it out, and the blood containing nearly half of Xiang Que's own energy was sprinkled on the half of the iron sword.
"We can all see the mysterious ghosts, ghosts and gods look far away, the soul-calling ancestors descend the golden steps, and the ghosts and ghosts soldiers will come on the clouds..." Xiang Que suddenly raised his neck, opened his lips slightly and sang in the direction of Fengdu Ghost City: "
The soul is at ease, and there is nothing to worry about... The god of killing comes in vain, and the soul comes back. The god of killing comes in vain, and the soul comes back. The god of killing comes in vain, and the soul comes back..."
As Xiang Que chanted the Soul-Calling Sutra, there was a loud roar in the void that resounded between heaven and earth.
A shadowy figure suddenly emerged from the tip of the sword.
The figure condensed out of thin air was nearly one foot tall. He was wearing a suit of armor and holding a long sword, with the tip of the sword pointing far into the sky.
Although it is just a blurry shadow, a boundless evil spirit seems to penetrate the sky, and it is extremely domineering!