The seal held in his left hand disappeared, leaving only the black soul-inducing flag in his right hand.
The solemn green face became ferocious and terrifying, and the fangs in his mouth could not be hidden.
The appearance of a living evil ghost.
If it is a simple evil ghost, the ghost's figure is distorted, and the ghost flag is pulling it, and it actually dances.
"It seems like a play."
"What?" Li Shengli heard the murmur of his junior brother beside him and couldn't help but ask the previous sentence.
After the words fell, Gu Xiaocai covered his mouth belatedly.
At this critical moment, subtle changes will have an impact on the battle situation. They can't help or disturb the black-robed evil ghost who is dancing on the river of blood.
“When I was a kid, there was a Nuo opera in my hometown!”
"Ordinary people will wear evil ghost masks and woven costumes to drive away disasters, plagues, mountain spirits and ghosts through this play."
"But, today I actually saw the evil ghost dancing in person, which is really shocking." Gu Xiao lowered his voice as much as possible.
Different from the cultivating families, they were selected into the sect because of their outstanding qualifications, and they were all eight years old and above.
It takes a few years to learn how to read and write, and then after the age of ten, one can select exercises based on different spiritual roots for practice.
Seeing that the situation had eased, the two of them were not as nervous as before.
However, Ding Xie is different.
He is under great pressure.
Brother Tu Shan advanced to the Golden Elixir in a short period of time, and he used the gathered evil energy to condense three Golden Elixir-level Yinhun Dan.
He had taken two pills just now and only had the last one left.
The elixirs in the foundation-building stage could not keep up with the consumption of mana, and the golden elixir-level elixirs, not to mention, had a greater impact on his body.
There was no time to refine the flowing Yin evil spirit. Now half of his body was numb and he could only rely on magic power to support him.
"Two quarters of an hour, where can I get those two quarters of an hour?"
Ding Xie's half-closed eyes flashed dimly. In the end, he could still support Tushanjun to fight for half a quarter of an hour. If he couldn't win, his magic power would be at its lowest, waiting to be slaughtered.
Tu Shanjun didn't know what Ding Xie was thinking, but by this time, he also understood that the battle could not last long and that the battle must be ended as soon as possible.
The three-foot-long shrine behind the golden elixir of the Rakshasa Void clan became brighter and brighter under the candlelight, and the black silk thread was firmly pierced into the body of the warrior's Yin God.
The upper body of the illusory Yin Shen has been pulled out by the shrine, so that the body of the warrior stayed in place with eyes blank.
"Good opportunity!" Li Shengli muttered.
Most of the golden elixir of the Rakshasa Void Clan has left the body. If someone could attack his immobile body, he would definitely be severely damaged.
At that time, the balance of victory will tilt to their side.
Regardless of the purpose of the black-robed ghost cultivator, as long as he can hold back the golden elixir of the Rakshasa Clan, he is a friend.
Even if the other party has a purpose, he will negotiate with the sect's Jindan elders.
"Senior brother, I'm going."
"Your cassock cannot stop you, let me come."
He felt that this was the best way. Regardless of success or failure, he had to give it a try.
Gu Xiao's cassock was running low, and his cassock was the last to be activated. Even if the opponent had any means, it would be impossible to kill him with one blow.
The opportunity to severely injure Jin Dan was right in front of him, and Li Shengli didn't want to let it go.
Use magic power to open your palms, write the seal with blood, and combine your hands to form a spell: "Blood Sacrifice Technique."
Flying forward, with the magic weapon in front, it turned into light and shadow and rushed towards the Jindan monk who was in a stalemate with Tu Shanjun.
Tu Shanjun's eyes flashed, and it was already too late to stop him.
The warrior who was trapped by the thread showed an angry look on his face.
It’s really like being tricked by a shrimp in Longyou Shoal.
When will the battle between Jindan Zhenren and Foundation Establishment monks be able to participate?
Even if his body is bound and the Yin Shen is half separated from his body, no foundation-building monks can shake him.
"River of blood falls."
The Yin Shen formed a seal, and the already turbulent blood river set off a wave several feet high and crashed down hard.
Li Shengli performed his magic, and the magic sword shone brightly.
"Boom."
Accompanied by the flashing blood and the surge of blood, a golden figure broke through the river of blood and rushed in front of the warrior. The technique was formed, and the sword was used to hold the seal on the ground.
With a pop, the magic sword pierced the soldier's chest.
"You are looking for death!" the soldier roared angrily.
The magic power bursts out, and the blood river rolls into waves.
He abruptly broke hundreds of black silk threads protruding from the shrine.
While taking a breath, the spell has been formed.
Li Shengli was overjoyed, and just as he was about to take advantage of the victory, he saw two bloody handprints coming towards him, hitting him heavily.
"Brother!" Gu Xiao hurriedly flew over to pick him up, but the speed was too fast. He could only see the flash in front of his eyes, but he couldn't keep up with his body.
Jindan Zhenren's angry attack was a full-strength attack from the legal domain. Li Shengli immediately flew backwards. His figure flashed and was imprinted on the boundary of the legal domain. His body slowly slipped down and fell into the river of blood, where he did not know whether he was alive or dead.
Gu Xiao fled into the blood river and chased Li Shengli's body.
At this moment, Tu Shanjun used his technique again, and the left surgical technique condensed. The original shrine shook open the blood river around it, and the thin threads came out again, and the ones that were not torn off actually sank deeper.
"Knot."
Tu Shanjun waved the soul-inducing flag in his hand and started the show again. The green-faced and fanged evil ghost looked very ferocious in the candlelight.
"Gentlemen, help me."
As the words fell, all the Yin gods in the shrines with weak candlelight came out and started playing with Tushanjun.
The dance of thousands of evil spirits must be truly spectacular.
But I can also feel the horror.
Threads protruded from the shrine behind the soldier, like hooks, piercing into his Yinshen body. As long as he pulled it, he would feel heartbreaking pain.
"ah."
The soldiers waved fiercely, and a river of blood covered the sky.
"Sea of blood!"
Half of the sky in the blood cave turned into a river of blood.
The turbulent brown-red sewage rushed through the air, and finally fell under the wave of the soldier.
Boom.
Like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, it hit the three-foot-long shrine hard, and the shrine was shattered into pieces.
Tushanjun spit out a mouthful of black and purple blood, and even his scarlet eyes were covered with a layer of darkness.
Golden elixir-level toxins cannot be contained by sealing a few nodes.
Smaller half of the body has been covered in toxins.
If he separates his mana to suppress the refining, he won't be able to fight. If he doesn't separate his mana, it will greatly affect his body.
"Is this the only place we can go?" An illusion appeared in front of Tushanjun, and the influence of poison made him unable to tell whether what he saw was real or false.
The soldier who smashed the shrine pulled out the long sword that was only half an inch into his chest and shuddered violently.
In the end, he was forced to use the Blood Sea. This ghost cultivator was too strong, especially the evil sect's domain.
There were extremely terrifying things hidden in the condensed small palace, and he didn't dare to let his ghost fly.
Fortunately, he had already laid out his plan from the very beginning of the battle.
After such a long time, the ghost cultivator's mana has bottomed out and he has managed to extract most of his spiritual consciousness and mana to suppress the poison. Otherwise, when the poison enters his heart, he will die.
"Kill!" The soldier said no more.
He was afraid, afraid that Tushanjun would still use that evil technique.
The earlier contempt and laziness had long since disappeared, and now he just wanted to kill Tushanjun to avoid future troubles.
"Rakshasa Thorn."
Phew.
Thousands of tiny bone spurs are covered like arrow clusters.
Tu Shanjun has tried his best to open up the magic barrier and the realm of ignorance, but he still can't resist it.
Black and purple blood flowed out.
The two people who were originally chasing and escaping exchanged positions. Tushanjun could only avoid its sharp edges first, but the wounds on his body became more and more numerous.
Blood overflowed everywhere. Looking at it briefly, he had become a bloody man.
Tu Shanjun stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood, and the originally purple-black blood turned scarlet.
A bone spur flew over and pierced Tushanjun's shoulder. The moment he stopped, the soldier flew over and his arm turned into a huge white bone blade and raised high.
The warriors were condescending, and the pressure came upon them, as cold as a bone knife.
The thick river of blood was behind him.
"It's a pity that such a powerful and terrifying legal domain will be cut off here."
After the soldier finished speaking, he slashed at Tushanjun's head with the bone knife.
There was no regret in his voice, only immense joy that he met the ghost cultivator when he was at his weakest.
The soldiers were very happy to see such a terrifying realm disappear from the world.
What's more, he personally annihilated this evil thing.
Ding Xie's eyes widened and his face was distorted. He wanted to shout to Tushanjun to escape, but most of his body was frozen by the Yin evil spirit. His voice stopped in his throat and could not be uttered at all. He could only hear "ho...ho"
The squeezing sound.
"After all, we still failed." Ding Xie felt disappointed in his heart. He hated his lack of strength.
Tu Shanjun's solemn green face showed no trace of panic.
At the same time as the bone knife descended, he seemed to have formed some kind of magic spell.
"Keng!"
A bloody figure crawled out of Tushanjun's body and blocked the soldier's bone knife with his hands and his own head.
At the same time, Tushanjun stepped forward.
He stabbed the bone spur already in his hand hard into the wound on the soldier's chest.
"Poof!"
The bone spur penetrated the warrior's chest.
Such a change made even the golden elixir of the Rakshasa Void clan widen his eyes, and he was extremely horrified.
But there are more doubts.
The poison has penetrated into the lungs, and the body should be unable to move. Why can the opponent still fight?
Tu Shanjun grinned, revealing a set of sharp teeth. The upper and lower fangs fit perfectly together: "It seems that I am more skilled."
Toxins mainly affect the body through the blood, and what Tushanjun is least afraid of is injury.
So he drained 80% to 90% of his blood and used the evil spirit absorbed by the Crushing Yinhun Pill to regenerate blood.
Rounds of blood transfusions were the reason why his blood was soaring.
The toxins left in the body are no longer as powerful as before.
Taking advantage of the soldier's eagerness to kill him, Tu Shanjun used a trick to lure the enemy deeper, and at the critical moment of the opponent's victory, he inserted the bone spur into the half-inch wound on the chest of the Rakshasa Void Jindan.
This blow,
Penetrate!
It can destroy at least 30% of the opponent's combat power.
After expanding the magic domain twice, the magic power of the Rakshasa Void Clan's golden elixir shouldn't be too much.
Tu Shanjun was not greedy at all and quickly distanced himself.
The blood shadow that resisted the bone knife climbed up and exploded when the soldiers wanted to pursue it.