Ye Lianxing looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile for a while, then smiled and said:
"Sister, I'm going to test you. If it were you, how would you force them out and kill them?"
Ye Chen opened his mouth and said:
"It's easiest to go back and ask the elders of the sect!"
"Be serious!"
"Ambush outside, arrange senior sister's magic weapon outside, come out and kill one by one, forcing them to give up, or if there is a trapping magic weapon, you can trap Xuan Wuzi before he can react, and kill him without touching the fire poison of the earth's lungs.
Behead."
"Then do you have that kind of magic weapon?"
Ye Chen raised his eyelids and said:
"Does Senior Sister have it?"
"have!"
Ye Chen: emmm....
He couldn't answer these words. Seeing his senior sister's smiling face, he was a little speechless.
At this time, Monk Kusheng and Master Qingyun came over to deal with their opponents one after another. Kusheng put his hands together and said:
"Amitabha, Monk Dafang has done many evil things and deserves to die!"
A monk would say this. It seemed that what he saw was much worse than what he saw. Ye Chen clapped his hands and said:
"These people deserve to go to hell. Don't waste your time and prepare for an ambush."
The four ancient tree formation eyes have been extinguished, and the people below will definitely notice it. Based on the distance from the bottom to the ground, they will have to wait for more than an hour.
There was nothing to prepare, and none of them were good at formations. They could only stand at the entrance of the cave in a certain direction and wait.
An hour later, a black shadow sprang out from the dark cave. Ye Lianxing waved his hand with a sword, and a blue light surged out and hit the black shadow. There was a "bang" and cold air spread out, and the black shadow was volleyed into the air.
Cut into two pieces, turn into nothingness and disappear.
It was a fierce ghost looking for a path, and he was killed with one sword.
"No, there's an ambush!"
Of course, this move could be sensed below, and they could only hear someone shouting, and the cave immediately fell silent. Just when they thought the other party had retreated, suddenly the black light at the mouth of the cave expanded, and countless ghosts spewed out like a volcano, rushing towards the four people forward.
come over.
The fire dragon gourd that Ye Chen had already held in his hand changed in size, he slapped the bottom of the gourd with his palm, and bunches of flames spurted out, turning into a fire dragon four to five feet long and rushing into the group of ghosts.
Senior Sister Ye raised her sword and stabbed it. The blue sword in her hand burst out with dazzling blue light, and the layers of the void froze into ice. The sharp cold air even froze the black air in the void.
The monk Kusheng, who had been chanting sutras with his eyes closed, suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes. The golden Buddha's light shone in his pupils. He spread his clasped hands and slowly pushed them out. Two huge golden palms formed and pressed down slowly. The terrifying power made the void rise.
The ripples and the overwhelming black fog disappeared like smoke when encountering the sun, and the ghosts hidden in it were crushed by the Buddha's hand and shattered into smoke.
The master of Qingyun Temple thought, and the wings made of fine iron on his back opened with a "swish". The iron feathers spread out, and the wings quickly expanded to cover several feet in radius. They plunged forward overwhelmingly, and they would pounce with one blow.
Several ghostly figures stabbed him to pieces.
This should be the method used by Master Qingyun to keep things under control for more than ten years. This pair of wings reminded Ye Chen of the famous magic weapon of an Emei disciple named Dan Chenzi who he had seen in a movie. He had hundreds of thousands of flying weapons.
The sword forms a pair of wings, which can be used to attack, defend and fly. It is a very powerful weapon.
It's a pity that the refining material of his pair of wings is mediocre, just ordinary fine iron, with limited strength and limited growth limit. If it is made from high-grade materials such as Taiyi fine gold, Taibai fine gold, black iron, star iron, etc., then
The power is first-rate.
But even so, this magic weapon is very magical and powerful among low-level casual practitioners.
The one who drives these hundreds of ghosts is Monk Dafang. This monk from the Demon Sect is wearing a golden cassock. He has a kind face and kind eyes. He looks like a Buddhist monk, but he is holding a white bone made of human spine and human skin.
The ghost-calling banner, however, destroyed the appearance of an eminent monk. With the help of the resistance of hundreds of ghosts, he and other companions rushed out of the cave. When they saw Master Qingyun and Ye Chen at the first sight, they snorted coldly:
"You dare to come to my lair, you are asking for your own death! It just so happens that this magic weapon of mine is missing a main soul. When I kill you, I will extract your soul and sacrifice it into the magic weapon, so that you will never be reincarnated!"
Ye Chen smiled slightly, raised his hand and cut a ferocious ghost figure in half with a sword, and said:
"Whether you are seeking death or not, that depends on your ability!"
As soon as he slapped the bottom of the fire dragon gourd, the magic weapon grew even bigger, and fire dragons spurted out one after another, fighting with ghosts all over the sky.
Putting the gourd away, Ye Chen jumped into the air and slashed at Monk Dafang with a five-foot-long sharp sword energy.
On the other side, Taoist Wild Dog took out a circle with seven bells hanging on it, but if you look closely, it was not a bell, but seven human heads and skulls that had been refined into the size of a child's fist and strung together in the circle. Taoist Wild Dog started from
A skull was pulled out from the circle in the palm of the hand, and a mouthful of pure mana was sprayed on it. The skull immediately flew out of the hand and hung in the air. It quickly expanded into a skull as big as a basin. Wisps of black flames came from the bones of the skull's seven orifices.
It spurted out and turned into a demon head burning with black flames. It shook wildly and sprayed out black flames, condensing into a jet-black demonic flame and spraying it towards Taoist Qingyun.
Taoist Qingyun snorted coldly, folded his wings forward, and countless iron feathers intertwined and merged into one, turning into a sword pillar as thick as an ordinary person's thigh, and stabbed down hard.
The jet-black flame pillar separated like tofu. The thick sword pillar hit the skull, making a deafening sound. The skull exploded to pieces on the spot, turning into a circle of black flames and exploding in a ring. The sword pillar also collapsed into a sky full of iron.
The feathers reunite.
The destruction of a skull made Taoist Wild Dog feel a little distressed. He gritted his teeth and took out the skull ring again. He hesitated for less than a second and then threw it. The remaining six skulls flew out and transformed into six demon heads that were exactly the same as before.
They were attacking Master Qingyun from all directions.
Seeing this scene, Master Qingyun's face changed slightly, he bowed, and the iron feathers on his back dispersed and shot up into the sky again, turned back in mid-air, quickly rotated around him, and slammed into the charging skull.
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Compared to the evenly matched match between Taoist Wild Dog and Master Qingyun, Monk Kusheng on the other side not only faced one more Taoist, but also had to deal with three other men of Xuan Wuzi.
Although there are only four murderers in Yangzhou, they refer to the leaders. In addition, there are a group of subordinates. Although their strength is not as strong as the leaders, they are still somewhat capable, equivalent to the four people they just killed.
With the help of the defense of Little Guangming Buddha's Light, Monk Kusheng was able to withstand the attacks of more than one Taoist and three other demon cultivators without showing any disadvantage. The defensive power of that layer of golden Buddha's light was astonishing, and any of the remaining Taoists' flying swords could hit him back and forth.
There was no ripple, but he would swing out a palm from time to time. The force was so powerful and heavy that they had to concentrate on dealing with it. If they didn't pay attention, they might be killed by his palm.