After the soul power of this tomb evil ghost suddenly increased, it was not much different from the soul power of a strong man from the other side.
The vicious soul aura echoed in the cave, making people involuntarily feel a sense of terror.
"Pah! Pah!"
The two flame chains originally wrapped around the demon of the clothes grave were broken in an instant!
The two twin True Gods of Dzogchen were directly dragged over by the Demon from the Tomb of Clothes. With almost no room for resistance, they were stuffed into the mouth of the Demon from the Cloth Tomb and their heads were twisted off by it.
When the young man in purple saw the sudden change, his expression suddenly changed. He twisted his body slightly in the air and quickly retreated backwards.
The young man in purple is worthy of being born into a famous family, and even at this moment, he is not too panicked.
But the evil ghost in the clothes grave was obviously unwilling to let go of the purple-clothed young master. A pair of big hands came towards the purple-clothed young master's arms from left to right, and blocked his retreat first.
Seeing that he could not retreat, the purple-clothed young man's eyes suddenly flashed with a stern look, and a small seed suddenly exploded from the top of his head!
"Hermit's magical power!"
As a direct descendant of a large family in Tiandu Prefecture, the family would naturally plant hermit magical powers on him to save his life.
A figure of a graceful woman suddenly emerged from the small seed. The woman curled up and started singing a strange song!
As the woman's phantom chanted, her voice spread out like ripples around the head of the purple-clothed young master, forming a ten-foot-wide sphere to protect the purple-clothed young master!
Although the demon of the clothes grave is extremely ferocious and tries to break the sphere formed by the sound ripples, the sphere is almost indestructible!
The young man in purple also understood that the hermit's magical power could not protect him for long. As the Tao Yun spread out from his body, he was about to use the great teleportation to escape from this place, but the space fluctuations had just condensed in front of him, and the evil ghost of the tomb suddenly let out a crazy cry.
Roar.
The voice pointed directly at the soul. Even Luo Zheng felt dizzy. How could Lai Huabei and others behind Luo Zheng be able to bear it? They rolled their eyes and fell on their heads to the ground...
The purple-clothed young master was in the arms of the evil ghost in Yizhong, and he was affected the most. When the roar hit his soul, a soul magic weapon in his chest shattered directly, and the space channel that had just been condensed
It’s already in disarray!
The purple-clothed young man finally realized that he was cornered by the evil spirit from the tomb. Even though his eyes were black and his mind was in severe pain as if it was being hammered, he still gritted his teeth and used the Great Teleportation again.
But when the power of space condensed again, the evil ghost of the tomb roared again.
This time the young man in purple dropped his head and fainted, leaving only the shadow of the woman on top of his head still singing softly and protecting him.
The hermit's magical powers are often one-time and do not last too long. The woman's shadow has become darker and darker, her singing voice has become smaller and smaller, and the sphere formed by the sound ripples is also constantly shrinking.
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Once the hermit's magical power fails, the young man in purple will inevitably become a meal for the evil spirits in the tomb.
At this moment, 9527 said to Luo Zheng: "It's time to take action!"
Luo Zheng's current soul power is definitely unable to compete with the evil ghost of the Tomb. If it weren't for the existence of 9527, he would have left long ago.
However, 9527 just told him that although the Tomb of Clothes Demon itself is terrifying, all its soul power comes from the Tomb of Cloths. As long as the Tomb of Cloths is destroyed, the Demon of the Clothes Tomb will also be destroyed!
After Luo Zheng heard what 9527 said, his figure floated and he rushed towards the tomb.
The moment he approached the tomb, the long green sword suddenly burst out with a sharp sword light!
The sword glowed like a tiger or a dragon, containing the most powerful power, and swept towards Luo Zheng!
"This...the eternal true meaning of sword movement?" Luo Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank.
The cenotaph stands here, and there is no reason why Master Ziyi and the others cannot see it.
Thinking back to this, Master Ziyi also planned to destroy the Tomb of Clothes, but the Tomb of Clothes itself was an extremely powerful formation, so they shifted their target to the evil ghost of the Tomb...
This Tianluowei, as a powerful person in the other side realm, has been dead for countless years.
The eternal true meaning of sword movement contained in this Qingfeng sword has also declined layer by layer as the years have passed.
But even today, the sword intention inspired by the eternal true meaning of sword luck cannot be underestimated. As Luo Zheng flew past the ground, he slapped his hands on the ground suddenly, and turned around to avoid the sword light.
, and at the same time, the Soaring Snake Sword is already in hand!
"Whoa!"
"Sword of Fusion!"
The sword light released by this Qingfeng long sword is extremely strong and strong, and Luo Zheng's Fusion Dao sword is also extremely explosive.
The moment the two sword lights touched, the light burst out as dazzling as a small sun. With the terrifying energy dissipating everywhere, Luo Zheng had to retreat a distance. After the energy dissipated, he continued to rush forward.
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Just when Luo Zheng rushed to the Tomb of Clothes, the singing woman above the head of Young Master Zi also disappeared, and the sound ripples that originally protected Young Master Zi also disappeared completely. The evil ghost of the Tomb of Clothes swallowed Young Master Zi into the big mouth without any hesitation.
At this time, the movement on the Tomb of Clothing also alerted the Evil Ghost of the Tomb. Seeing Luo Zheng approaching the Tomb of Clothing, the Evil Ghost of the Clothing Tomb suddenly let out a shrill scream. It regarded the Tomb of Clothing as its taboo and home, so how could it
Tolerate Luo Zheng's touch?
It roared sharply while rushing towards Luo Zheng!
The sharp roar made Luo Zheng's soul tremble constantly. If he encountered other fierce beasts, he could still fight with his powerful body, but this evil ghost is a soul thing, and Luo Zheng's Yang Soul is far inferior.
My physical body is so powerful, you can imagine what will happen if you are caught by this evil ghost.
At this moment, Luo Zheng also tried his best to use the natural meaning of Taoism. His whole body was like a swallow flying into the dense forest, rising and falling, constantly avoiding the sword light released from the green-edge long sword.
"咻咻咻咻..."
Seeing the Qingfeng long sword approaching, the surface of the simple sword body suddenly glowed with green light, and more than ten sword lights burst out and spread in all directions, quickly turning into a sword net, heading towards
Luo Zheng came over head-on.
There was a sword net flying in front of him, and there were ghosts from the tomb chasing after him. Luo Zheng's face sank, his body twisted slightly, and he hit a part of the sword net hard!
"Pfft!"
As severe pain came, Luo Zheng had a bone-deep wound from his right shoulder to his back, and blood spurted out.
But after paying the price, Luo Zheng finally rushed to the tomb. (To be continued)