Chapter 1195: Withered Witch Knife
Chapter 1,195: Withering Witch Sword
The bright sunshine pierced the darkness.
Pour it again in Jiyang City.
However, these sunshine did not bring warmth to people.
Millions of spectators.
At this moment, everything felt cold and chilly in my heart.
High in the sky, the Yin and Yang ghosts will disappear.
Only the Demon Spirit Master and a soul-forbidden gourd exist.
This is for everyone.
This is all sad news that is hard to accept.
"The ghost general? Gone?"
The ancestor of Northern Wu could no longer remain calm.
At this time, I stared blankly at the sky, feeling that my hands and feet were cold.
No one knows the importance of Yin Yang Ghost General better than her.
With these two yin and yang ghost generals, the Holy Son of the Witch Cult is the supreme genius.
But without these two yin and yang ghost generals.
The Holy Son of the Witch Cult is just an ordinary genius.
Although it is stronger than ordinary people.
But they lost hope for the future.
It’s just that the ancestor of Northern Wu couldn’t imagine it.
Such a strange and powerful Yin Yang ghost general.
How could it be snatched away by others?
You must know that the Holy Son of Witchcraft has a witch spirit body.
Able to communicate with ghosts and gods and control souls.
Therefore, these two ghost generals can not only protect him, but also fight for him.
Ghosts will become invisible and invisible.
It exists in the soul of the Holy Son of Witchcraft.
I have never heard of it being stolen.
This...this is simply incredible!
"What kind of treasure is that gourd? Is it a holy weapon? But ordinary holy weapons don't have such power!"
At this time, Shanyu focused all his attention on the Soul-Forbidden Gourd.
He knows it very well.
No matter it’s the hundred thousand ghosts from before.
It's the Yin Yang ghost general this time.
They are all absorbed by this magical gourd.
And there is a soul inside that is stronger than the ghost general.
It’s definitely a treasure!
For a time, Shanyu's heart was filled with greed and desire.
If not for the Northern Wu Ancestor beside me.
Maybe he will take action at this time to snatch it.
And the hardest hit.
Naturally, he is the Holy Son of Witchcraft.
He could feel it clearly at this time.
The connection between myself and the two ghost generals.
Completely broken.
Not only was he unable to contact the Yin Yang Ghost General, he couldn't even sense him.
He stared blankly at the Soul-Forbidden Gourd.
I just felt cold all over my body, like falling into an ice cellar.
"Demon spirit, come back!"
At this time, Xiao Changfeng reached out and made a move.
The soul-forbidden gourd returned to his hands.
After the Demon Spirit Master grinned, it turned into a pale golden rainbow and disappeared into the soul-forbidden gourd.
"These two ghost generals are equivalent to two strong men in the Imperial Martial Realm, which is pretty good!"
Xiao Changfeng shook the soul-forbidden gourd.
Then he put it into the storage ring with satisfaction.
The strength of these two yin-yang ghost generals is not weak.
If there is no soul-forbidden gourd.
I'm afraid Xiao Changfeng can only use the painted earth as a prison talisman array and the Void Flying Sword.
But now he has taken it for his own use.
As for being injured by the demon master.
Xiao Changfeng didn't care.
The Soul-Forbidden Gourd can not only absorb the trapped souls.
It can also warm the soul.
In addition, ghosts have extremely strong recovery capabilities.
I guess it won't take long to recover.
As for subduing, this is not a problem for Xiao Changfeng.
He has his own means to make the Yin and Yang ghost generals surrender.
"Give me back my ghost general!"
A roar like the roar of a fierce ghost suddenly sounded.
I saw that the face of the Holy Son of Witchcraft was extremely gloomy.
The scarlet light in his eyes seemed to condense into flames.
Burning blazingly.
The loss of one hundred thousand ghost figures can only make the Holy Son of the Witch Sect feel heartbroken.
Then the two Yin Yang Ghost Generals were taken away.
It literally cost him half his life.
At this moment.
He has completely fallen into rage and madness.
"Blighted Witch Knife!"
The Holy Son of the Witch Cult suddenly tore open his own chest.
He pulled out a small blade from his body.
The blade of this knife is only the size of a finger.
As thin as cicada wings.
I don't know if it's because of the blood, but the whole body is glowing red.
There is also a strong smell of blood that permeates the world.
In an instant, a shadow of a sea of blood appeared above the sky.
"The Holy Son actually used the holy weapon!"
The Northern Wu Ancestor's pupils shrank.
Every saint son and saint will be given a sacred weapon.
The Holy Son of Witchcraft is naturally no exception.
And his holy weapon was given by the Wizard Saint.
It is this withered witch knife that is as thin as a cicada's wing!
This knife is made from the bones of alien beasts.
Able to suck blood, like a living creature.
And once struck by this knife.
Whether it's a living thing or a stone.
They all withered instantly.
This sword is extremely evil and is also one of the trump cards of the Holy Son of Witchcraft.
Previously, the Holy Son of the Witch Cult wanted to defeat Xiao Changfeng with his own strength.
However, now even the Yin Yang Ghost General has been snatched away.
Naturally, he no longer held back.
Finally the sacred artifact was taken out.
"I'm going to kill you!"
The Holy Son of Witchcraft roared.
Then he activated the withered witch sword and turned it into an extremely weak stream of light.
This stream of light is completely invisible to the naked eye.
And the speed is incredibly fast.
It actually reached three times the speed of sound.
"Move the mountain seal!"
However, no matter how fast the Blight Witch Sword is, it cannot escape the observation of divine consciousness.
Suddenly Xiao Changfeng controlled the Moving Mountain Seal, trying to block the Wither Witch Saber.
when!
The sound of gold and iron clanging sounded.
However, moving the mountain seal was cut with a knife mark by the withered witch sword.
And the breath is rapidly weakening.
It seems to be withering.
Moving Mountain Seal is refined from a large mountain.
It was also sacrificed by Xiao Changfeng with the fossilized dragon spine.
Its hardness is not weaker than that of a sacred vessel.
But under the withering witch sword, it was somewhat irresistible.
Suddenly Xiao Changfeng did not dare to continue.
Received the Moving Mountain Seal back.
"Here comes the sword!"
Xiao Changfeng opened his mouth and spat out.
The Void Flying Sword flew out from his Dantian.
Turned into a bronze light.
Cutting through the world in an instant, facing the withered witch knife.
Bang!
The swords collided, and the harsh clang echoed throughout the world.
The Blight Witch Knife is very strong, but it cannot wither the Void Flying Sword.
But the Void Flying Sword cannot do anything to wither the Witch Saber.
Dang Dang Dang!
Swords were flying high in the sky.
Sparks kept flying.
The harsh clanking sounds came and went one after another.
However, whether it is the Blight Witch Sword or the Void Flying Sword.
Neither can suppress the other.
Like the tip of a needle against the awn of wheat!
"Three Talents Sword Formation!"
Xiao Changfeng did not just wait.
The Void Flying Sword is controlled by the sword spirit, so he doesn't need to be too distracted.
At this time, he controlled the Sancai Sword Formation.
Kill towards the Holy Son of the Witch Cult.
"No, the Holy Son is in danger!"
The ancestor of Northern Wu was shocked when he saw this scene.
At this moment, the Holy Son of Witchcraft and Ghost will be taken away.
The Blighted Witch Sword cannot break through the Void Flying Sword.
It's when you are at your weakest.
How can we continue to face Xiao Changfeng's fierce attacks?
"Human skin drum!"
The Holy Son of Witchcraft was startled, and he immediately took out the human skin drum and used sound waves to interfere.
"Witchcraft: Skeleton Poison Claw!"
"Witchcraft: Gloomy Palm!"
"Witchcraft: Blood Barrier!"
The Holy Son of Witchcraft continues to perform various witchcraft.
However, Xiao Changfeng's spells were stronger than his.
The White Tiger Divine Fist, the water from the Yellow River comes up from the sky, the Three Talents Sword Formation, and the Mountain Seal.
In an instant, the fiercest battle broke out in the sky.
But anyone can see it.
The Holy Son of Witchcraft is obviously at a disadvantage.
And as time goes by, the disadvantages become more and more obvious.
In the end, the Holy Son of Witchcraft was forced into a desperate situation.
"Soul-eating Gu!"
The Holy Son of the Witch Cult finally used his own poison!
This chapter has been completed!