Chapter 98 I just want to run now, don't you think it's too late?
Rumble! There are dark clouds outside, there are even purple lightning and green thunder flashing on the earth, and the strong wind howls like the end of the world.
Wherever the Black Dragon Soul Demon dared to show its body, it had shivered and shrunk, turned into a ball of black mist, and hid in the corner, shivering. Even the evil soul on the Soul-Eating Pan was too frightened by the thunder to move.
Evil ghosts, once contaminated by the thunder and punishment of heavenly tribulation, will definitely die! "You, you can summon thunder and tribulation, this is impossible!"
The old man surnamed Luo was extremely surprised and stared at Tang Ming with a stern expression: "Junior, even if you don't use the soul-eating pan, you are no match for me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of blood suddenly condensed on his right hand.
Whoa! A bloody claw print burst out and flew forward at great speed. The old man followed closely behind with a soul-eating pan in his hand, his eyes filled with absolute confidence.
How could he, a monk at the ninth level of Qi Refining, still be unable to control a junior at the seventh level of Qi Refining?
As long as you control it, you can immediately use the soul-devouring pan to capture its soul, so that you can be reborn! "Give it to me!"
The old man surnamed Luo shouted, and the bloody claw marks suddenly grew larger and trapped Tang Ming in his hand. Five illusory bloody fingers trapped him in place like chains.
"It's done!"
The old man surnamed Luo's eyes were filled with joy, and he waved the soul-eating pan to come up and seize the soul.
But suddenly, he saw Tang Ming's indifferent eyes, with a strange green light glowing in them, and even two pupils appeared.
The old man surnamed Luo was slightly distracted for a moment when he saw the Qingming Divine Eyes.
Then - "Broken."
Tang Ming's whole body's energy vibrated violently, and the bloody claw marks were crushed with a bang.
What! The expression of the old man surnamed Luo changed slightly. The bloody claw marks condensed most of his cultivation, but he was defeated before being trapped for two seconds.
Tang Ming said calmly: "What other methods are there?
Let's do it together, otherwise you won't have a chance later." "That's unreasonable!"
The old man surnamed Luo turned livid with anger, bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The essence and blood condensed without dissipation, and merged with the soul-eating pan. The vicious spirits inspired by the blood energy howled again, ignoring the power of thunder from the outside world and came up to kill them.
Dozens of vicious spirits bared their teeth and swooped down, causing gusts of sinister wind.
When the elite members of the Wei family saw this scene, their legs and feet were already weak with fear. Even martial arts masters like Wei Tianhao could not control their trembling, and their martial arts hearts were so frightened that they almost collapsed.
First came Dragon Soul, Thunder Cloud, and then Wu Xiu and Li Gui, which were completely beyond their endurance limit.
ahead.
Fierce spirits and ghosts are coming.
Tang Ming stood motionless, and at the moment when the two sides were about to collide, a crazy killing intent suddenly burst out of his body.
Boom! The violent murderous intention was vented out with thick blood.
"Hiss—" The first few evil spirits that came into contact let out sharp roars, and then were devoured by murderous intent and blood, torn into pieces, and their souls were scattered.
The murderous intention and blood are strong and yang, and they are the nemesis of the evil spirit. This is just like the ancient dynasties, the bloody battlefield generals are not afraid of the evil spirit at all.
Even now, many secular people stick portraits of men in front of their doors as door gods to drive away ghosts and ghosts. The most famous ones are Qin Shubao and Yuchi Gong, the fierce generals of the Tang Dynasty.
This custom can last for thousands of years, and it naturally has wonderful functions.
"hiss!"
"hiss!"
Evil spirits and ghosts rushed towards him one after another, and then were crushed into powder with killing intent. Tang Ming's killing intent was overwhelming, and his Qi and blood were as thick as the sea. These ordinary evil spirits could not break through within two meters in front of him.
Destroyed one after another like moths to a flame.
"Come back quickly!"
The old man surnamed Luo recalled the evil spirits with a distressed look on his face. These were evil spirits that he had spent decades refining. In just a short while, more than half of them had been lost.
"Boy, I admit that I underestimated you!"
The old man surnamed Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a solemn voice: "Which cultivating sect are you from?"
"I said, I'm just a casual cultivator."
Tang Ming smiled calmly, looked at the old man and spoke slowly: "Although the wizards of Southern Xinjiang control Gu insects, the most important thing is to cultivate the body. Instead of cultivating the body, you practice the ghost way. It seems that you were driven out by the wizards of Southern Xinjiang.
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"Most of your cultivation is based on crooked ways. Your true combat power is fragile. At most, it is only the strength of the eighth level of Qi refining."
Tang Ming's tone was cold and emotionless: "Since you have nothing to do, it's my turn to take action."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, he stamped his foot on the ground, his spiritual power surging.
Bang! The hard floor tiles shattered suddenly, and then with this violent violence, Tang Ming punched it hard.
"Hmph, even if I only have the combat power of the eighth level of Qi refining, I'm still stronger than you."
The old man surnamed Luo spoke solemnly, waving his sleeves, and dozens of tiny black poisonous insects flew out from his loose sleeves. These poisonous insects fluttered and flew over, bringing with them a foul smell.
The special skill of the shaman cultivators in southern Xinjiang is to control Gu worms. Almost every shaman cultivator has his own unique method of refining Gu worms.
And his voodoo has an extremely strong corrosive effect. Not to mention being bitten by the voodoo, even a single touch will melt a piece of flesh and blood. It is extremely poisonous.
Buzz buzz.
The poisonous insects swarmed over.
Tang Ming rushed in with a normal expression, and then made a magic formula with his right hand.
"Wind Blade Formation, rise!"
Wow! The Qi energy around the body rotates rapidly like a blender, and every energy energy turns into a blade cutting into the void, making a whistling and chopping sound.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! All the tiny Gu insects in the air were chopped into pieces and fell to the ground. The bones melted instantly, melting the floor tiles into a small pit that was soon dark.
"Starting the formation with nothing, you, you... you are the master of the formation!"
The old man surnamed Luo was so frightened that his back went cold and he looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief.
The power of formations is extremely powerful, which is recognized by the cultivation world, but formations require long-term arrangements and require careful calculation and deduction by the formation masters. Almost every formation master is an old man who is over seventy years old.
But Tang Ming was so young.
And with a pinch of his hand, the formation emerged out of thin air, which was countless times more powerful than those so-called formation masters.
"The frog in the well."
Tang Ming spoke indifferently without bothering to explain, and had already rushed within five meters of the opponent.
The expression of the old man surnamed Luo suddenly changed, and he suddenly gritted his teeth and turned around to run away.
"You just want to run away now, don't you think it's too late?"
Tang Ming sneered, his fist suddenly stretched out two fingers and put them together, and his sword finger drew a few inscriptions at random into the void.
Zheng! The sound of swords resounded suddenly, and before the old man could run ten meters, a dense formation of swords suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking all his retreat routes.
"Sword array?"
"Are you still a swordsman?"
The old man surnamed Luo finally felt fear and moved his body to turn around and escape, but suddenly, the cold light behind him suddenly rose sharply.
Invisible energy burst out five meters away and penetrated directly from the back of the old man's neck, bringing out blood all over the sky.