"Sect Master, these two people from the Demon Sect have been famous for a long time, are extremely powerful, and have disappeared for so many years. If the situation goes bad in a while, you can take the disciples of the sect and leave first, and I will stop them." At the critical moment, Zhu Neng
Seeing that Luo Yangtian was in low spirits, he quickly rushed to the sound transmission channel.
Although the sect leader was surprised and slightly defeated the horse-faced young man, but now that his old injury has not healed, he is no match for the hunchbacked old man.
Luo Yangtian stood there quietly, without speaking, looking noncommittal.
At this moment, a gloomy voice sounded in Luo Yangtian's ears:
"You want to escape, can you escape?"
"I think back then, your Xinghe Sect relied on the protection of Guanxing Pavilion to bloodbath our Demon Sect."
"Do you think this can go away?"
"You think you are strong, but what about now?"
When Luo Yangtian heard this, his heart suddenly trembled.
With a "pop" sound, the black light around the hunchbacked old man suddenly exploded, and his figure suddenly blurred in the black light and turned into a gray skeleton.
Luo Yangtian was startled when he saw this, and Zhu Neng, who had been hiding here for a long time, also flashed his eyes slightly.
At this moment, the void above the galaxy suddenly fluctuated violently, and a beam of dark light spurted out from it without any warning. The figure of the hunchbacked old man appeared out of thin air in the black light.
He waved his hands, golden light flashed in front of him, and a huge golden tower more than ten feet high appeared out of thin air and slammed down on the galaxy.
A terrifying pressure suddenly fell, and the spiritual light on the surface of the galaxy fluctuated violently, and it was about to shatter immediately.
Luo Yangtian groaned, made lightning strikes with both hands, and thrust the sword spells into the long black sword above his head.
The long black sword trembled violently, and countless dense sword shadows emerged, slashing towards the giant tower.
Boom!
Countless explosions sounded!
The dense sword shadows struck the giant tower and immediately shattered and disappeared, leaving no trace on the tower.
However, the huge tower fell, and it also stopped for a moment.
Luo Yangtian took the opportunity to shout lowly, and a silvery-white light flew out from his hand. It was a small silver drum that roared in the wind, blooming with a dazzling silver light.
The phantoms of mountains and rivers vaguely appear on the surface of the snare drum, exuding amazing spiritual energy.
Luo Yangtian's tense expression softened, a cold light danced in his eyes, and he clenched his sword a little.
The black flying sword immediately spun around, the black light emitted, and suddenly it swelled up. In the blink of an eye, a five- to six-foot-long black giant sword slashed at the hunchbacked old man with incomparable speed.
The old man sneered and waved his hand to create a spell.
The bottom of the golden tower cracked open with a roar, and a black hole emerged. Dazzling golden light erupted from it, forming a huge golden aperture.
A terrifying suction force suddenly emerged from it, and the airflow within a radius of dozens of feet was reversed.
The black giant sword immediately stopped, spinning like a heavy weight, and flew towards the round hole at the bottom of the golden tower.
Luo Yangtian desperately tried to stabilize the giant sword with his hand, but it had no effect because of his injury. After only two or three breaths, the giant sword was sucked in by the White Tower with a "swish" sound.
Luo Yangtian's face turned pale, and his mental connection with the black flying sword was completely severed.
The golden light emitted by the golden tower was even more dazzling, making a rumbling sound and pressing down.
The small silver drum was faintly dented. Pulled by the suction force from the golden tower, the phantoms of the mountains and rivers that emerged on the surface were also distorted and deformed, as if they were about to be sucked in by the giant tower.
Luo Yangtian hurriedly made the secret, holding his hands against the snare drum, and the spiritual energy in his body surged into it.
The mountain and river patterns on the surface of the snare drum shone brightly with silver light, emitting bursts of howling sound, and finally stabilized again.
The hunchbacked old man sneered and raised his hand to do something.
boom!
A muffled sound came from a distance, and the gray light around the horse-faced young man burst out, revealing his figure. There was a black scroll floating in front of him. It was the one that was taken out earlier, but it had been unfolded at this moment, and the surface was densely covered with paintings.
It has a pattern of hundreds of ghosts and emits a strong black light.
"Boy! How dare you hurt me! Brother, don't do anything, I will make her taste life worse than death!" The horse-faced young man glared at Luo Yangtian resentfully and growled.
The hunchbacked old man raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and stopped slightly in his movements, but his eyes did not leave Luo Yangtian at all.
At the same time, the horse-faced young man turned over his hand and took out a black dagger, and slashed his arm hard.
A large amount of blood gushes out, turning into a thick blood mist and blending into the Hundred Ghosts Picture.
The black energy emanating from the black scroll suddenly became thicker, gusts of sinister wind appeared out of thin air all around, and the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling became loud and frightening.
Hoho!
Two ferocious ghosts jumped out of the scroll and swelled in the wind, turning into four to five feet in size.
The upper bodies of these two ghosts resembled wolves, with short dark green hair, and their mouths were filled with snow-white fangs that protruded out of their mouths. The two wolves had thick arms, and their fingers had blood-red claws that were about feet long.
The lower body was shrouded in a black mist, as if it had no entity.
The wind around the scroll became stronger, black air rolled, and fierce ghosts flew out one after another.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of ghosts appeared.
Most of them are in the foundation-building stage, but there are also five or six ghosts that are obviously much larger in size, and the aura they exude has reached the core-building stage.
"Is there anyone who bullies our demon sect? Kill!" The horse-faced young man laughed ferociously and pointed at Luo Yangtian and others.
"Kill you, and you sect disciples will become our slaves!"
Ho ho ho!
Hundreds of ghosts rushed towards Xinghe with an astonishing momentum.
Luo Yangtian's expression changed drastically. He removed his hands from the silver brocade handkerchief and patted it on the storage bag at his waist. Four white lights flew out from the storage bag and landed around him. However, they were all about ten feet tall.
A humanoid white jade puppet, wearing armor and holding a large white flag with a flash of light on it.
This is his best treasure. Today, their Xinghe Sect cannot lose!
The four puppets just waved the flags in their hands, and brilliant white light bloomed from the puppets, quickly connecting with each other to form a white magic circle, shrouding the galaxy inside.
As soon as the magic circle was formed, nearly a hundred ghosts rushed over and surrounded the white magic circle.
Hoho!
These ferocious ghosts roared, clawed and bit, desperately attacking the white magic circle.
Especially those ghosts in the pill-formation stage, which continuously sprayed out streams of green light from their mouths, bombarding and crushing the formation.
The white magic circle immediately shook violently.
Luo Yangtian hurriedly made a secret, white light fell on the four puppets one after another, and the magic circle gradually stabilized.
The figure of the horse-faced young man flickered and flew to the vicinity of the white magic circle. As he muttered something, a large gray-white flame appeared on his body again, forming a sea of fire that was more than ten feet in size.
He grasped the void with both hands, and the gray-white flames in the sea of fire immediately separated into a small piece and condensed into two flame spears several feet long.
As he waved his arm, the flame spear immediately shattered, but the white magic circle also shook violently, and even the body of Luo Yangtian inside shook, and his face turned pale.
The horse-faced young man continued to sneer, and fire spears were projected from his hands, bombarding the magic circle one after another.