The more Zhuang Shichen beat him, the more frightened he became.
The evil ghost at the tenth level of Qi training is so powerful.
The edge of the fist shone with a pale golden light, able to compete with his majestic magic power.
The evil ghost should have been suppressed by monks of the same level, but he didn't expect that the other party could actually compete with him.
Forget it, the banner-controlling monk at the seventh level of qi training also performed the Three Rainbow Sword Jue to perfection, faintly suppressing him.
"Am I a disciple of Yuanling Sect, or is he?"
Zhuang Shichen couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind.
Cultivation itself consumes a lot of energy. Cultivation is boring and painful. To be able to practice to the late stage of qi training at such a young age must be a good talent. If you add this great achievement to the Three Rainbow Sword Art, it will be amazing.
This kind of understanding is simply incomparable to him.
Little did he know that it was not Wen Yue who was controlling the magic sword, but the tenth level evil ghost in front of him who was controlling the magic sword.
"Why bother to punch to the flesh? I can also use the banner master to use magic weapons and talismans. The magic power can also be used as a monk of the same level."
"This is right, this is how I should fight."
The previously impenetrable places became instantly accessible.
The reason why monks are powerful is that they can use magic weapons, talismans, and other external objects to strengthen themselves. If we talk about how powerful the physical body is, the physical bodies of spirits and zombies are actually much stronger than those of monks of the same level.
Tu Shanjun is different. He not only has a powerful physical body condensed with evil energy, but he can also draw mana from the banner master.
Therefore, his fighting style does not need to be limited to boxing and close combat. He can also use magic weapons, talismans, and chant magic spells.
Diversified fighting methods can give full play to his strength.
"Three rainbows."
The two magical swords turned into six condensed sword lights, intertwined and rushed towards each other, swishing and exploding in the air.
At the same time, Tu Shanjun had already arrived in front of Zhuang Shichen, standing on the ground with a bow and horse, and his boxing frame had already been integrated into all the movements.
The demon on the forehead suddenly grew, and the three inches of horn became transparent.
Tu Shanjun, who was already familiar with Yuanling Kung, was able to use the transparent ghost horns to see the flow of aura nodes on his body after approaching Zhuang Shichen at close range, and found an opportunity to attack.
boom.
The huge force staggered Zhuang Shichen, his robe rolled up, and it was covered with spiritual talismans to form tiny lines covering his body.
‘A hundred ghosts walk at night.’
Wen Yue suppressed the ghost's shadow again and did not give Zhuang Shichen a chance to breathe.
"Damn it!" Zhuang Shichen was furious, but even more frightened.
Turning around and taking a look at the formation, the formation was already activated.
You can't get in now. Only after seven days can the evil spirit inside be released and the formation completely unlocked.
At this time, not to mention a little Qi training, not even a great foundation-building monk can change it.
When the thought came to him, Zhuang Shichen threw out three spiritual talismans, and the spiritual snakes intertwined into a blue anaconda dragon, spiraling towards Wen Yue.
When Tu Shanjun came back to help, Zhuang Shichen swung the flying sword, stepped on the flying sword, turned around and ran away.
If he doesn't run away, his life will be in danger.
He still has a bright future and doesn't want to die in the hands of this white-haired monk.
Moreover, Zhuang Shichen couldn't figure out what the white-haired monk was doing, and his technique was somewhat familiar.
The control of the Soul Banner is exquisite.
The Soul Banner Evil Ghost is so powerful and possesses superb swordsmanship that even he is suppressed.
If it weren't for the fact that Wen Yue only had the seventh level of Qi training, he would have felt like he was facing an eleventh level monk.
But this is not a shameful thing. If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. Why should you throw your life here?
So Zhuang Shichen ran away. The speed of the flying sword was very fast, and the quality must be at least mid-range.
In just a blink of an eye, it disappeared into the red mist.
After holding down the anaconda dragon with his sword, Tu Shanjun looked towards the direction where Zhuang Shichen disappeared.
The man ran so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the bloody mist was so thick that it obscured his consciousness.
The direction of Tongguan City.
The sweeping bloody evil energy has spread over the city wall, and the originally blood-stained city wall has been dyed red, touching the distance like a tentacle.
"What is this?!"
The fog began to sink from the sky and was about to bury the entire Tongguan.
The people in Tongguan became increasingly pale and weak, their black pupils soaked in blood. When they coughed, traces of blood gushed out from the corners of their mouths, their eyes rolled over and they fainted.
The soldiers who retreated from the battle tower looked ferocious.
An Nambo's face was a little distorted. He didn't know what was wrong. He felt that he was more irritable than usual today. It was like there was a suppressed anger in his heart that wanted to well up from his chest. He couldn't help but feel unhappy.
He could see that it was not just him, but also other soldiers, some of whom had even drawn their swords.
An Nanbo's reason told him not to let it go, otherwise, without the soldiers of the Northern Wei Dynasty rushing to kill them, they would fight first.
"Song Kui, go organize the soldiers to fetch water and cover their mouths and noses with wet rags. There is something wrong with this bloody mist that blocks the sun."
"The seriously injured people were evacuated to the commander's mansion, and the lightly injured people followed."
"Skin injuries, soldiers with no major wounds left behind."
"Iron Head." Annenberg roared.
The iron head in blood armor raised his hands and said: "The end will be here."
"Organize manpower to suppress the riots in the city. Anyone who commits rape, robbery or robbery will be killed without mercy." This rule cannot be used. Once there is chaos in the city, government orders and troop deployment will be completely unable to keep up, and the only option is to destroy it.
"Here."
"Is it God who wants to kill me?" An Nanbo looked at the sky in the distance, sadness flashed in his eyes. No matter what level of martial arts people he was, he was like an ant in front of the monks, and he was even more helpless in the face of this thing that seemed like a natural disaster.
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"Boss, what did uncle say?"
"Keep your heart in mind. Anyone who commits crimes or commits crimes in the city will be killed without mercy." Tie Tou suppressed the rage in his heart and his eyelids twitched slightly. Even though his face looked normal, he could still detect signs of evil spirits entering his body.
The casual cultivators standing in the sky looked surprised.
"What a huge blood evil energy."
They were also attracted by the abnormal scene in Tongguan.
Moreover, Wen Yue had arrived first, so naturally they would not be far behind. If a great opportunity did arise, if they did not fight for it, they would regret it in the future.
Not to mention immortality, every step they take is a great temptation for them.
"What should we do now? If the evil spirit is allowed to rush in, it will be almost impossible for the people in the city to survive." The beautiful woman monk looked at the people around her, with worry in her expression.
The momentum is getting stronger and stronger, and the stack is already taller than Tongguan.
Just one last push and it will be completely covered.
Today's Tongguan is in danger.
"Do you want to block it?" Monk Yuan Gun looked at the crowd with questioning eyes. In fact, there was a slight flicker in his eyes, and he felt that he couldn't block it.
The cultivators dispersed in silence.
If they block it now, they will have to face the dilemma of evil spirits entering their bodies. Even if they can use their magic power to resist and kill it, their progress will be delayed. Even after their magic power is exhausted, they may not be able to stop it.
In fact, the more important thing is to ask everyone, 'Can you stop it?'
Even if they try to block it, can they really stop it?
Looking back at the people of Tongguan, all the monks were unwilling to be regarded as this evil person, so let him, an old man who was half buried in the earth, speak.
Lu Laodao said helplessly: "We can't stop it."
"Amitabha." Monk Laitou chanted the Buddha's name softly and lowered his head.
The taciturn middle-aged man who was always in the crowd stood up.
Without saying a word, he directly activated his flight, and his body's magic power formed light-colored wings.
"Isn't this an obvious way to die?"
The young man holding the sword looked at the middle-aged man flying up. With his fourth level of Qi training, how large an area could he block, and for how long?
Lu Laodao sighed. He was old after all. If he had still retained his passion, he would have gone there, but today he was afraid.
"I'll go too."
The beautiful woman in the palace dress flicked her colorful sleeves and rushed into the evil clouds.
The stern man with the fifth level of Qi training stood up and rushed to where An Nanbo's banner was.
At least let their mortal officers and soldiers know what this is. This city is not safe and they must evacuate all the people quickly. With the obstruction of Tongguan City, some people may be able to survive.
The evil blood mist that has reached forty feet is still growing.
The taciturn Zhang Zhichen stood in front of the blood mist with a solemn expression. He only had the fourth level of Qi training, and he knew it, but he didn't want to lie to himself. He wanted to save the people in the city, and he could see the lives on the ground.
Zhang Zhichen turned around and looked at the huge wave of blood evil in front of him: "Cultivation of immortals is as good as a bird immortal!"
With a wave of his hand, nineteen spiritual stones engraved with French characters were arranged in front of him, forming a light shield.
An Nanbo saw the figure in the sky: "Immortal Master?"
Then he looked around. If the Immortal Master was here, Wen Yue should have also arrived.
It's a pity that he didn't find Wen Yue at all, and the figure in the sky was lonely.
Perhaps after hearing Zhang Zhichen's cry, the huge wave of blood evil that was ready to go crashed down.
The mask in front of me immediately cracked, and it might only take a few breaths for it to completely shatter.
At this time, Zhang Zhichen realized that he had entrusted himself with too much power, and that this was simply not something that human power could contend with.
A figure appeared next to him, with his palms pressed against his back, pouring in mana.
The light shield that already had cracks showed no tendency to spread.
Zhang Zhichen looked back and saw that it was Xu Qing.
The magic power of the fifth level of Qi training forms a light-colored shield.
Xu Qing smiled: "Why are you so surprised? You can come, but I can't?"
The colorful sleeves grew in the wind and turned into a long silk ribbon surrounding Liang Ran's body, alienating the evil spirits.
…
Wen Yue sacrificed the soul flag and stood at the center of the formation. As mana poured in, the soul flag seemed to have turned into a black hole, continuously absorbing the bloody evil energy around him.
With the evil spirit washed away, the main pole of the soul flag turned a bright red color as if it was being calcined again.
Boundless evil energy poured in crazily.
Wen Yue sat cross-legged in front of the soul flag, held the magic formula with both hands, and used the seal to guide the soul flag.
The main pole has been refined into a seamless whole, and the soul flag suddenly stretched out, and the rectangular flag cloth turned into a long dragon circling around the main pole, spiraling in the sky.
It's like a huge funnel.
The larger the area, the faster it absorbs evil spirits, so for the sake of the people in Tongguan, the magic power in Wen Yue's body poured out desperately.
The originally thick blood-evil mist around him dropped rapidly.
The uncoordinated lines on the flag were also corrected, as if the stitches were removed and re-sewed.
Tu Shanjun can clearly feel that the soul flag is evolving and getting stronger.