The next moment, Taoist Aunt Shenwei's natal magic weapon, the Nine Nether Ink Script, trembled in the air, soared into the air, and flew straight in the direction of Xiao Wukian's location.
"Fellow Daoist Xiao, I leave this natal magic weapon to you to control. Even if I am to kill evil spirits, I will not hesitate to sacrifice this treasure."
"But it's really possible. I still hope that Fellow Daoist Xiao can preserve this life's magic weapon as much as possible."
The magic weapon flew out, and Taoist Aunt Shenwei had a look of pain on her face, and couldn't help but give instructions.
In the world of cultivating immortals, regardless of the level of a monk's cultivation, any object that can be used as a natal magic weapon for sacrifice is something that has been refined with great effort and has been with the monk for many years.
As time goes by, it is inevitable that some feelings will remain.
The relationships between people are full of all kinds of intrigues, schemes and betrayals.
But magic weapons...especially treasures that have been stored for many years rarely eat their masters.
"Fellow Daoist Shenwei, you can rest assured that we are working together to prevent this evil demon from resurrecting."
Xiao Wujian spoke calmly.
The Nine Nether Blood Lotus was taken by Su Twelve. Naturally, he would not interfere if the other party made the decision.
As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and before the nine-ethereal ink book in the air could fly to him, it changed direction and floated to Song Chunqiu beside him.
"Fellow Taoist Song, the next key point is up to you. Xiao and all the fellow Taoists present will do their best to protect you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sword skills in his hand changed.
Wen Tian, Wen Tian's two flying swords intersected in the air, and the glory flourished again.
In the light, the sky-wide sword energy erupted from it, like a roaring wave, taking the lead in launching a counterattack against the swarm of Soul-eating Insects ahead.
As Xiao Wujian took action, all the monks present were busy urging their efforts.
Various colors of brilliance bloomed, and magic weapons of different shapes flew and intertwined to form a magnificent and gorgeous scene.
Deep in the insect swarm, the Nascent Soul of Ding Shoudian, amidst the strange evil aura, also seemed to be aware of the crisis.
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> The evil energy fluctuated violently, and the insect swarm's death rate suddenly increased by three points.
Among the crowd, Song Chunqiu, who is a hundred years old from the academy, holds the magic weapon of writing brush, and his eyes fall on the two top magic weapons of Jade Clear Ruler and Jiuyou Ink Calligraphy in front of him.
Taking a deep breath, he suddenly picked up his pen and swung it in the air.
The true essence of Pei Ran escapes from the tip of the brush magic weapon, leaving thick ink strokes like smoke in the air.
The smoke swirled and spread, fading away from black in the blink of an eye, turning into pure white and holy clouds.
Among them, it is full of the awe-inspiring spirit of Confucianism.
As the clouds and mist dissipated, waves of tyrannical aura filled the Jade Clear Ruler.
The next moment, the jade clear ruler suddenly trembled and changed immediately.
It originally looked like a long ruler, but with a snap of your fingers it turned into a Tai Chi circle diagram.
Song Chunqiu's strokes continued one after another, and the Tai Chi diagram rose in the wind, and the energy fluctuated, exuding the aura of the formation.
In an instant, the Tai Chi Diagram covered a thousand-foot radius, encompassing everyone present.
In this move, his own Yuan Gong was used to urge the magic weapon in his hand to form a formation in the air.
The moment the formation was formed, Song Chunqiu suddenly paused with the brush in his hand, and moved forward a little. The Nine Nether Ink Calligraphy Treasure handed over by Taoist Aunt Shenwei turned into a stream of light and was thrown into the formation, landing right at the Yang Yuyan position.
In the Spring and Autumn Period of the Song Dynasty, the true energy was fully raised, and when one step was taken, it landed in the Yin Fish Eye position.
Yin and Yang returned to their proper positions, and in an instant, an astonishing amount of evil energy appeared all over Song Chunqiu.
As for Jiuyou Mo Shu, it was instantly enveloped by abundant awe-inspiring righteousness.
However, Haoran's righteousness and Xiebao's evil qi, which were originally restrained from each other, did not have any conflict at this moment. They seemed to get along extremely harmoniously with each other.
No waiting
Song Chunqiu made unnecessary moves, the yin and yang rotated, and the entire Tai Chi diagram seemed to come alive in an instant.
One good and one evil, two completely different forces, surrounding each other, formed an invisible huge storm, spreading outward at an astonishing speed.
Under the auspices of Song Chunqiu, the formation moved forward slowly.
The magic weapon formed by the formation also absorbs all the evil spirits emitted by the surrounding soul-eating insects and the death of the soul-eating insects.
The strange evil force rotates with the storm, dyeing the invisible storm into a strange dark gray. As the power expands, more evil force is drawn in.
In the center of the storm, Song Chunqiu was still writing.
Waves of Haoran's righteousness spread from the brush magic weapon in his hand. With the blessing of the Tai Chi Liangyi Zhoutian Formation, Haoran's power doubled in power as if he had divine help.
Wherever the power goes, countless evil spirits dissipate from heaven and earth.
On the other side, Jiuyou Mo Shu was clearly surrounded by great righteousness, but the evil spirits within him continued to rise.
The magic weapon is spinning and spinning continuously, absorbing the evil power in the storm into the magic weapon.
For a while, it doesn’t matter whether you sincerely cooperate or not.
With the joint efforts of everyone, the soul-eating insects in the sky and the strange evil energy deep in the insect swarm are on the verge of being suppressed.
A cup of tea, a stick of incense, a quarter of an hour, an hour.
As time passed, the Nine Nether Ink Book continued to tremble violently, absorbing too much evil power, causing the aura of the magic weapon itself to fluctuate.
As for Song Chunqiu, under the continuous urging, the true energy in his body almost bottomed out.
Even if you continue to swallow spiritual elixirs and use the spiritual crystals to restore your energy, it can be converted into your own true energy at such a speed that the consumption of your true energy can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket.
Song Chunqiu and Jiuyou Mo Shu have reached their respective limits.
Fortunately, the overwhelming and strange evil atmosphere in the venue is much better than the most open
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At the beginning, it was also weakened to less than half of its initial strength.
"Fellow Taoists, Fellow Taoist Song has done enough."
"The evil Nascent Soul has appeared. Whether this battle can be successful depends on the last blow."
"With this opportunity of the evil spirit resurrected, we can leave this place with peace of mind!"
Staring at the 'Ding Shoudian' Yuanying who reappeared in his sight, Xiao Wujian shouted loudly.
Even the true energy in the body is also greatly depleted in the continuous battles in China.
However, Xiao Wukian's aura did not decrease at all, and under his control, the two flying swords became even more brilliant.
As soon as he finished speaking, two rays of sword light led, and the sword energy filled the sky formed two sword aura fields, rushing towards the Nascent Soul of 'Ding Shoudian'.
At the same time, everyone in the field was shocked, and each of them launched shocking and powerful moves.
Success or failure depends on this, no one dares to be careless.
However, at the moment when everyone's offensive was approaching Nascent Soul.
Suddenly, 'Ding Shoudian' Nascent Soul's originally dull eyes as big as grains of rice suddenly revealed a radiant look.
The eyeballs rotated rapidly, and a stern gaze came out of them. Wherever he looked, the space seemed to be still.
Everyone joined forces to attack and was defeated.
The moment everyone in the formation met this look, their heartbeats accelerated uncontrollably, and they felt that the blood in their bodies was boiling, as if they were about to rush out of their bodies!
"Not good! This evil spirit...is resurrected?!"
A voice sounded from the crowd.
In sight, the Nascent Soul villain ‘Ding Shoudian’ suddenly formed a seal with his hands.
In the blink of an eye, the strange evil force all over Nascent Soul was immediately pulled, spiraled and intertwined, condensing into an evil pattern.
The veins exuded evil light, condensing in front of him to form a half-empty and half-solid barrier of evil energy.