Chapter 27 Life is like a play all depends on acting
"Hahaha, you don't have any trump cards anymore, just go ahead and capture him!"
The beast messenger let out a strange and arrogant laugh, the seals in his hands were flying, and the phantoms of spiritual beasts flew out of his hands, accompanied by a faint, ferocious and strange roar.
The Yiling cultists coming from all directions were shining with auras of different colors, with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes and hooks, and even some strange weapons that couldn't be described as being mixed in among them.
"kill!"
There is nothing to say until now. Since the deployment is useless, there is only...
Fight to the death!
As the leader of the Taoist sect, the Daoxian Sect is at odds with the Demonic Sect. No matter what happens, it is impossible to surrender or reconcile. Only blood and war can end all grudges.
In an instant, the flash of swords and shadows filled the entire battlefield, and the most eye-catching one was the battle between Dao Ming and the Beast Messenger.
Under the control of Dao Ming, the five long swords with different auras flew up and down, left and right; sometimes they were like snakes coming out of their holes, swift and strange; sometimes they were like dragons taking flight, majestic.
Daoming's five long swords each contain the power of one line. When the five swords fly together, the trajectories are mysterious and complex, with some faint shadows of formations. Whenever the swords intersect with each other, the powers of the five elements will stimulate each other, making the sword control skills more powerful.
The power has been taken to the next level.
Compared to Daoming, Beast Messenger's moves are more bizarre, but extremely direct and effective. He can deftly resist Daoming's killing moves every time at the critical moment, but every time, a tame beast will be the scapegoat.
However, the Beast Messenger doesn't care. The tamed beasts used for death are just ordinary ones. Even if thousands of them are wiped out at once, it won't make him feel bad.
The truly precious tame animals are all fighting with Dao Ming, and that is the reason why he can be feared by Dao Ming.
The Dragon-armored Demonic Ape and the Sky Spider are just two of them. The three-eyed Blood Flame Snake with different eyes and red armor is his most popular tamed beast.
The Blood Flame Snake with Different Eyes is born with divine power. Heaven and earth bestow upon it powerful and fiery demonic flames, which are very difficult to deal with. The most frightening thing is the third eye on the head of the Blood Flame Snake with Different Eyes, which contains the power to destroy one's mind and destroy one's soul.
of terrifying power.
With one eye, sacrifice to all living beings!
Fortunately, the aftermath of the battle between Daoming and the Beast Messenger was well controlled. Although the battle between the two was fierce, it did not spread, and all fluctuations were controlled within a few inches.
Taoist Yanbao and the secretly hiding elder Tiantu Peak also found their respective opponents. Suddenly, the battlefield was full of flowers, and the situation was out of control.
As a representative sent by the Dao Immortal Sect Dan Ding Peak, "Mu Xu Ling" has a great reputation and will naturally attract correspondingly powerful opponents.
A sinister sneer came from the black mist, drifting over slowly and unhurriedly, without any sense of tension that a battle was about to begin.
"Mu Xuling, please leave your last words quickly, otherwise you will have no chance."
"If you want to blame me, it's because you are from Danding Peak, and I have an sworn hatred with Danding Peak, so just obediently serve as a sacrifice, hahaha..."
The laughter coming from the black mist became more and more wild, almost like madness, making people confused.
"It's him!" Zhang Ruozhuo seemed to have remembered something, and his face instantly became a little ugly.
"What, what, who is this?"
Wu Daimeng was still smiling. Even though she was in danger, she had no sense of crisis. It seemed that nothing could worry her.
"Thousands of years ago, Yi Ling Sect and Burial Ruins jointly attacked our Taoist Immortal Sect. The battle was extremely brutal. Many seniors of our sect died in this battle, and many masters of the Demon Sect also never returned."
"One of the magic sect masters is extremely special, that is the old man withered bones. And this master died at the hands of Ding Zhongyan, the former master of Danding Peak and now the Supreme Elder."
"There have been frequent rumors over the years. Some people said that they had seen an old man with a skeleton wandering around the cemetery of gods and demons, but they were all laughed off by the elders in the sect and did not take him to heart."
"After all, everyone who participated in the war saw that the withered old man was trapped in the Nine Refining Cauldron by the Supreme Elder and was completely destroyed. There was no possibility of survival at all."
"Now it seems that he is just a skeletal old man."
Although it was a guess, Zhang Ruozhuo's tone was extremely determined for some reason, as if he had full confidence.
"Hehehe, I didn't expect that there are such knowledgeable juniors now, not bad."
The man in the black mist didn't admit or deny it, and he didn't know whether he was the old man with bones mentioned by Zhang Ruozhuo, but the approval in his tone came from the bottom of his heart.
"I am indeed a withered old man. Seeing that you please my old man so much, I can let you be the last one to step into hell!"
"As for the other two, die now!"
The strong murderous aura seemed to have condensed into substance, and the space where the four people were confronting seemed to be shrouded in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood in an instant, making it a gloomy place.
"call out!"
The sound of breaking wind sounded, and the heavy hammer in Wu Daimeng's hand was raised reflexively, and it happened to collide with the thing coming from the breaking wind.
"Well!"
A huge impact was instantly transmitted to Wu Daimeng's right arm. Wu Daimeng felt a burst of excitement in her right hand holding the heavy hammer, and almost threw the heavy hammer away from her hand.
The black mist shrouded the air, and what came out of the wind was a bone spur that shone with a cold white light. It exploded after colliding with the heavy hammer and turned into a piece of bone powder.
However, the bone powder also seemed to be alive, forming a gloomy skull in mid-air. There were two will-o'-wisps looming in the empty eye sockets, lifelike, as if they were really watching Wu Daimeng.
"One sting from the bones and a spring from the underworld, seven miserable lives and seven scattered souls."
The two will-o'-the-wisps suddenly brightened up, as if they had turned into two small suns, emitting a dazzling light.
The light of the will-o'-the-wisp is cold and compelling. There is no special feeling when it shines on the body, but it makes people unable to help but feel palpitating and fearful.
"It's an attack on the soul!"
Yuan Chen saw the reality of this move at a glance, and couldn't help but feel worried.
The power of the soul is difficult to cultivate, and one often relies on continuous practice to accumulate strength and strengthen the soul.
Although Wu Daimeng is known as the disciple with the most hope of becoming a god in the Daoxian Sect, after all, he has only been practicing Taoism for a hundred years, and the power of his soul is not comparable to that of a withered old man who is thousands of years old.
"After all, I still have to take action."
Yuan Chen sighed in his heart, then shook his sleeves and flew up, landing right on the path of the fire, blocking the whole person between Wu Daimeng and the will-o'-the-wisp.
Yuan Chen didn't want to expose anything. The more times he took action, the bigger the flaws would be and the easier it would be to discover them.
But simple damage resistance is still possible.
After all, Mu Xuling is thousands of years old, and according to the power of his soul, he can withstand the situation without completely resisting it, and he can act easily.
Life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills.
The cold firelight shone on Yuan Chen's body, and streaks of light blue mist rose from various parts of the body that were illuminated, as if there were strange forces running along the meridians and pointing directly at the mind.
The light blue air currents are like sharp thorns, piercing into the mind fiercely. Even if ordinary people have time to defend, they may not be able to withstand it.
Unfortunately, the power of Yuan Chen's soul was too huge. The sharp thorns piercing Yuan Chen's sea of consciousness were like a cricket shaking a tree. There was no movement at all. Instead, the light blue mist was defeated and dispersed, and was eventually swallowed up.
"Skeleton old man, is this all you can do?"
Yuan Chen slowly raised his eyebrows, looked straight at the withered old man, and said lightly.
Although the words were domineering, Yuan Chen's nose was bleeding with red blood, his face was unnaturally flushed, and his body was trembling slightly. He felt like he was bluffing.