Volume Four: Taiqing Disciples 456 j The Art of Gathering Spirits
Then, a low and deep mantra slowly came out from Jialan Xing's mouth.
Countless golden Sanskrit words surged out from the beads and formed a golden magic circle in the blink of an eye, trapping Wei Zhong within it.
Amidst the bursts of "buzzing" Sanskrit sounds, Wei Zhong felt that his head was as heavy as a flash, and the light yellow rune on his forehead suddenly trembled slightly and broke with a "pop" sound.
"ah!"
Wei Zhong's consciousness suddenly sank, and the illusions he had been suppressing suddenly burst out. His whole body felt as if he had fallen into a nightmare. All he could see were the illusions of Jialan, with different expressions, some bowed their heads in deep thought.
, some frowned and were angry, and some smiled faintly.
Every illusion is so tempting that one can't help but pity him. The flag in Wei Zhong's hand suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes gradually became dull, and his face was twisted in pain due to the struggle. He almost cried or laughed along with these illusions.
stand up.
Purple light condensed in Jia Lan's eyes, and the green-white jade fingers began to change like wheels, increasing the power of the nightmare method and making the struggling look on Wei Zhong's face become even more intense.
"You...woman, don't...get carried away...ah!"
Wei Zhong's face was twisted and almost deformed. After letting out a low-pitched cry that was almost like a beast, he suddenly raised his head. His eyes were blood red, and his face was extremely ferocious.
One of them bit the tip of his tongue in a cruel move and spat out a ball of essence and blood in his mouth. Finally, a glimmer of clarity flashed through his eyes. Taking this opportunity, he quickly picked up the magic weapon in his hand, and a burst of red light appeared all over his body, and he turned wildly.
Down, a red vortex slowly formed, causing the hot breath in the Flame Valley to converge on him one after another as if receiving a summons, causing the air temperature to suddenly increase.
After a few breaths, the red vortex surrounding Wei Zhong expanded several times. It expanded and contracted, and exploded in an instant. In a flash, it turned into two fire spirits about ten feet in size, floating beside him.
In mid-air.
From a distance, the fire spirit looks like a human being. Its whole body is made up of blazing flames, with only a ferocious face that is as black as coke exposed. When its sharp claws are grasped in the void, it stirs up a burst of crackling sparks, and its momentum is so strong.
, much more powerful than the Fire Phoenix just now.
Even the people watching around felt a burning heat coming towards their faces and at the same time, they all backed away a little distance.
Feng Zhan on the side felt happy when he saw this.
Others might not know it, but he knew in his heart that what Wei Zhong was performing at this moment was the Wuling Sect's unique secret method of gathering spirits.
As soon as the two fire spirits appeared, they continuously danced their sharp claws to attack the golden magic circle. The black and red rolling flames continuously intertwined and collided with the golden light curtain, causing a burst of golden light to tremble.
Wei Zhong, in the middle, activated his spells with a solemn look on his face, intent on breaking through the magic circle before his mind fell.
When Jia Lan saw this, the purple light in her eyes did not diminish, and Sanskrit words came out continuously from her fingertips. They continued to sink into the golden magic circle.
While Wei Zhong urged the fire spirit to attack the magic circle, he was enduring the erosion of the nightmare body. Most of his magic power was used to resist the illusion in the sea of consciousness. He knew that he could not hold on for too long. Suddenly he gritted his teeth, changed the magic formula in his hand, and let out a low voice.
Amidst the roar, the two groups of fire spirits turned towards him.
Under the collision of black and red firelight, Wei Zhong's body suddenly burst into flames with a "boom". However, in just a few breaths, the flames turned from red to black and turned into raging black flames, while Wei Zhong's figure
The fire gradually blurred and surged. The next moment, a huge fire spirit several feet high suddenly appeared in the magic circle, but its face was suddenly replaced by Wei Zhong's appearance.
"What secret technique is this?"
Xin Yuan let out a low cry, with a look of shock on his face.
In this form, Wei Zhong's aura is now more than half stronger than before, and he is already infinitely close to a crystallized existence.
Liu Ming's eyes flashed, and he sighed in his heart.
The world of cultivation in Zhongtian Continent is indeed unfathomable, and the skills and secrets are indeed far beyond imagination. Even he can't help but feel a little yearning for it.
At this time, the black fire spirit had swept up the sky with black flames, turned into a black shadow, and suddenly rushed towards the corner of the magic circle.
"Boom!" A loud rumbling sound that destroyed the world came out.
Countless black sparks mixed with golden light are flying in all directions!
The golden light formation was punched by the black demon spirit, and the golden light suddenly trembled wildly. Although this formation blocked Wei Zhong's dying blow, it was not as calm as before.
Wei Zhong's transformation or spirit saw this, and with a roar, the giant arm wrapped in black flames once again blasted towards the golden light curtain.
Seeing this, Jia Lan's eyes flashed with surprise, and with a flick of his wrist, he suddenly took out a small wooden fish, and then activated the magic technique, and a long and clear sound of "buzzing" came from the wooden fish.
The sound was like the sound of a hollow valley, causing the black demon spirit to be distracted, and the giant arm it raised in its hand slowed down.
Such a sound of wooden fish was heard in succession, and the sound of Sanskrit sounds in the golden magic circle suddenly became urgent. Although the black fire spirit raised its arms a few times to try to resist, anyone with a discerning eye had already seen it.
The flames on his body seemed to gradually dim, and the roars in his mouth were gradually covered up by the bursts of Sanskrit sounds in the magic circle.
After half a cup of tea, Wei Zhong was finally unable to maintain his demon spirit form, and the black flames around his body dissipated. His body returned to its original appearance, fell down, and fell into a deep sleep.
In this battle, Jialan surprisingly won.
"In the second competition, Tianqin Sect won." Seeing Jialan win, the nun in green robe announced with joy.
Feng Zhan's face at this time was really ugly. In order to win over Wei Zhong to participate in this gambling fight, he paid a huge price in private. The location of this gambling fight in the Flame Mountain was also to cooperate with Wei Zhonggong.
The method and spiritual weapon were selected, but I didn't expect that this boy would be defeated in the first round.
What makes Feng Zhan even more depressed is that the Buddhist bead spiritual weapon and the wooden fish used by this woman can be seen at a glance to be Buddhist objects, and the grade is no less high than the top-quality spiritual weapon in Wei Zhong's hand, and the secret method used is also
It is obviously a Buddhist secret technique, and these must have something to do with Qingshui An.
But Wei Zhong himself was also a disciple of the Wuling Sect, which made him really feel miserable and unable to speak out.
After watching the battle between Jialan and Wei Zhong, the beautiful woman surnamed Xiao couldn't laugh anymore, and the Taoist priest surnamed Shi beside her also looked a little gloomy.
The two of them knew that Jialan must have a lot to do with Qingshui An, but they couldn't offend Qingshui An, and they couldn't find any clues on the surface, so you can imagine the anger in their hearts.
After witnessing the second competition, the scarred young man from the Jinyu League also showed a solemn look for the first time.
It’s no wonder! Jialan’s nightmare technique can directly affect the opponent’s spirit. No matter how powerful he is in physical training or holding the best spiritual weapon like Wei Zhong, if he accidentally falls into this technique, he will probably only
Able to surrender obediently.
Feng Zhan sent two disciples with a dark face to lift the sleeping Wei Zhong back. Seeing that the pain in his expression had receded, but a stream of foam slowly flowed out of the corner of his mouth, he immediately snorted secretly, but still took it out.
A blue pill was given to him to take, and then he was told to take care of it with a reluctant face.
After tidying up the scene, the nun immediately announced the start of the third competition.
The third game was between Liu Ming of Changfeng Hui and Zhu Hao of Tianqin Sect.
Zhu Hao was the skinny Tianqin Sect man who stared at Liu Ming during the lottery draw earlier.
"Fellow Daoist Liu, I leave this to you. I, Feng Zhan, am a man of my word, and I will definitely fulfill my original promise!" Feng Zhan turned to Liu Ming and said word by word.
With Wei Zhong's defeat, he could only place his hopes on Liu Ming and Xin Yuan.
Liu Ming heard this, nodded to Feng Zhan, and then stepped into the magic circle.
"Boy, you, a cultivator in the middle stage of liquid condensation, dare to enter this arena. If you are going to die, get down quickly. I will not show mercy." The tall and thin man looked Liu Ming up and down and sneered.
No wonder!
Regardless of appearance, body shape, and aura, Liu Ming is really ordinary. Anyone who takes a first look at him will most likely regard him as an unknown ordinary practitioner.
Liu Ming looked at the person in front of him and just smiled and said nothing.
When the tall and thin man saw this, his face turned cold and he stopped talking. He waved his sleeves and his hands flashed with green light!
There is a loud "chichi" sound!
"More than a dozen green wind blades spread out and shot toward Liu Ming.
"Wind Blade Technique Great Perfection." This technique is very familiar to Liu Ming. He has practiced this technique to the Great Perfection state during his spiritual disciple period. He clearly understands its attack characteristics and characteristics. After his figure blurred,
More than a dozen wind blades actually pierced through the body.
After another flash, Liu Ming appeared on the spot again.
Seeing his opponent avoid the wind blade so calmly, the tall and thin man was slightly surprised, but then he waved his sleeves, and seven or eight cyan wind blades condensed in front of him again, and then he took out a cyan wind blade with one hand.
Lupine.
The feather fan shows the misty green light. With one fan, the misty green light emitted by the wind blade in front of the body becomes even more solid!
This Feather Fan Spiritual Weapon has a certain blessing effect on Wind Blade Technique!
The tall and thin man jumped up into the air. A burst of green light flowed from his feather fan, and he suddenly fanned it. A burst of dazzling green light flashed, and it turned into a dozen identical shadows, and his body shape also moved into the mid-air.
The cyan wind blade instantly turned into hundreds of feet long wind blades, flickering in the air.
For a moment, the midair in front of Liu Ming was covered by more than a dozen phantoms of opponents and dense wind blades around them.
The next moment, the silhouettes of a dozen tall and thin men sneered at the same time. With a wave of the feather fan in his hand, countless dense wind blades flashed towards Liu Ming in a flash of green light.
If faced with other spell attacks, Liu Ming might be in a hurry, but his opponent insisted on using the wind blade technique that he was very familiar with, which was exactly what he wanted.
Liu Ming smiled and released his powerful mental power. In an instant, he could clearly see the seven or eight true wind blades mixed in the green light that hit his face, as well as the location of the opponent's true body.
He immediately flashed black light in both hands, grabbing a heavy water droplet in each hand, and then twisted his body in an incredible way, and easily passed the seven or eight true wind blades. After another flash, it turned out to be ghostly.
Appeared in front of one of the phantoms of a tall and thin man. (To be continued...)