"Boom -" there was a loud roar, and in the sky, the ghost energy surged and turned into a ghost general. Endless ghost energy swarmed out, wrapping the ghost in the soul-eating flag, giving it the purest power of the netherworld.
"Hundred Ghosts Walking at Night"! This is a magical power, a technique specially taught by Tang Ming to You Yue. It can cast a ghost gate, penetrate the netherworld, and absorb the power of the netherworld to brew the evil ghosts in the Soul-Eating Banner.
At this time, the fierce ghosts who were nourished by the power of the netherworld continued to rise in aura and turned into ghost generals.
Especially the sword-wielding ghost, who condensed his body to a height of more than 20 meters, holding a black sword, and his aura was extremely aura.
"Roar!"
The sharp ghost holding the sword roared from his mouth, and slashed with the sword. The ghost energy turned into dark fire and tore through the void, slashing hard on the black turtle's Dharma.
He had also been stabbed just now, and the black turtle's appearance was unharmed, but now the strengthened sword-wielding ghost struck him again, leaving a dark knife mark on his huge body.
There was still fire burning at the knife mark.
In an instant, hundreds of fierce ghosts swooped over.
The Black Tortoise Dharma Form let out a roar, and its huge body suddenly shook, as if the earth-like force suddenly burst into pieces.
Bah! Bah! Bah! Dozens of fierce ghosts were directly shaken to pieces by this powerful force.
But the strange thing is that these evil ghosts did not disappear after they were defeated. Instead, they turned into two and two into four. They were constantly being irrigated by the power of the netherworld. Not only did they become more numerous, but their strength also became stronger.
"Damn it, what kind of magical power is this!"
Yang Rusong's expression changed slightly. He was also a Feng Shui warlock who was proficient in the way of souls. Refining imps and driving ghosts was a piece of cake for him.
But he has never seen anything like this today. These evil ghosts are killing them endlessly. The more they kill, the stronger they become, and the more they kill, the more they become.
"Ang——" The Black Tortoise Dharmaman wailed in pain.
Yang Rusong's face also turned pale, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He merged his soul into the Black Turtle Dharma, and the two became one.
Nowadays, the surroundings of the black turtle's dharma image are completely covered by evil ghosts. The dense ghosts swoop in like locusts, slashing with knives, punching, kicking, biting, and gnawing... Every time they attack, they will leave a group of dark scars on the black turtle's dharma image.
, and there is ghost fire clinging to his body and burning him.
"We can't sit still and wait for death, we must take the initiative!"
Yang Rusong's face turned extremely ugly. He suddenly raised his head and stared at Tang Ming in front of him with his fierce eyes.
I saw him take out a bright red rope from his arms, with runes engraved on it.
"The Tao and Dharma are unified, life is tied to the soul, the soul is cut off and the soul is destroyed, the true spirit is killed, the urgency is like the law, huh..." a mantra was read out.
Yang Rusong threw it with one hand, and the bright red rope flashed in the void like a spiritual snake, and then turned into a long blood-red snake.
Hiss! The long snake spat out a message and came in an instant, wrapping Tang Ming around it. Then the snake's mouth suddenly sucked in, and the spiritual energy within a radius of several hundred meters was crazily devoured by it.
The foundation of a monk lies in spiritual power.
Without spiritual power, it is like water without a source, unable to be replenished.
Yang Rusong took a step forward, stirred up the wind and appeared above Tang Ming's head. He slapped it down with both hands, and the violent pressure condensed into a towering giant peak, which was suppressed head on.
Rumble! Yang Rusong mastered the transformation of void into spirit. At this time, the giant peak condensed with his hands was like a real mountain, so real that it shook the void and made a buzzing sound.
Tang Ming raised his head and said with a sarcastic smile: "Why, do you think you can defeat me by relying on these things?"
Yang Rusong's cold eyes narrowed, unmoved, and the speed of his attack increased again.
A huge peak fell from the sky, but Tang Ming stood motionless on the spot, not even trying to avoid it, nor making any move to stop it.
Not far away, everyone in the Zheng family was filled with excitement when they saw this scene.
An elder of the Zheng family said solemnly: "If Mr. Yang takes action, he will definitely be able to suppress this son. The Feng Shui master who can transform the void into spirit will be an absolute qualitative change."
Another person echoed: "Yes, even though Mr. Yang is in the middle stage of divine transformation, his combat power at this time no longer requires the late stage of divine transformation. If this battle is successful, Mr. Yang will definitely take a big step forward on the Heavenly Ranking."
"Looking at that man standing there, he must be scared out of his wits."
"That's right. He must have known that he couldn't resist, so he just sat there and waited for death."
"Thanks to Mr. Yang's intervention today, the Zheng family's troubles were resolved..." Everyone commented and all breathed a sigh of relief.
But Zheng Xiaoxuan was the only one who did not relax. On the contrary, after seeing the calm expression on Tang Ming's face, her heart suddenly tightened.
Something is wrong! Absolutely something is wrong! Tang Xuantian will never sit still and wait for death, unless... Zheng Xiaoxuan was suddenly stunned, because, facing Tang Ming under the mighty murderous intention, he still had time to turn his head and look towards her, and the corners of his mouth were still exposed
A smile.
This smile is full of sarcasm! "Not good!"
Zheng Xiaoxuan's heart thumped, and without thinking, she shouted: "Mr. Yang, retreat quickly..." Bang! Boom! The towering giant peak suddenly fell down, making an explosion sound, directly drowning Zheng Xiaoxuan's reminder.
In front of me, I saw the big mountain falling with great force, shaking the void, and then slamming into the ground.
The earth trembled and the mountains shook.
A raised hillside was directly dented by the impact, and the ground within a radius of tens of meters was cracked and densely packed like a spider web.
"The earth spirit suppresses the soul, locks the heaven and seals the destiny, with my spirit, the earth prison will be suppressed forever!"
Yang Rusong muttered something, then spread his hands and slapped downwards hard.
Bang! The thorns shot up from the ground one by one, and then collapsed. One by one, they intertwined with each other, directly sealing off the mountain that suppressed Tang Ming.
The wind howled.
Yang Rusong stepped on the void and stared coldly at the hell below, then glanced at Zheng Xiaoxuan: "Xuan'er, you have so little confidence in me?
I have been studying this hell magic power for decades, and I will definitely be able to suppress it."
Zheng Xiaoxuan's words were paused, just when she was about to say something.
The sudden change.
"Crack——" The earth thorns covering the earth prison broke and shattered one by one.
The surface of the mountain sunken deep into the ground began to crack, and the cracks continued to spread, gradually filling the entire mountain.
And there were even muffled sounds coming from inside.
"Um?"
Yang Rusong frowned, his eyes were as bright as a torch, and he kneaded the magic formula and slapped it hard.
Wow! Dozens more thorns rose from the ground, directly surrounding the hell.
But this.
Just in vain.
"Boom!"
The entire mountain exploded, and a figure reappeared in front of everyone. It was Tang Ming, and there was no injury on his body. Not even a trace of dirt or dirt was stained on his body.
"Yang Rusong, are you worthy of suppressing me?"
Tang Ming raised his eyes, looked at Yang Rushong coldly, and then turned his eyes to glance somewhere in the void.
After a while.
"It seems that the Smoky Mountains have given up on you."
Tang Ming's tone was indifferent.
He has been waiting for Li Daoyi to take action.
Therefore, he never fought back just to lure Li Daoyi out of the Great Smoky Mountains. As long as Li Daoyi left the Great Smoky Mountains, Tang Ming would be sure to suppress him together.
Unfortunately.
Li Daoyi is still hiding in the Great Smoky Mountains, never leaving.
"Since Li Daoyi doesn't want to leave the Great Smoky Mountains, I don't have the patience to waste time with you here."
Tang Ming withdrew his eyes and said calmly: "Yang Rushong, your life is at stake!"