The white-clothed immortal with the flame pattern facing the sky is angry. What Ying Ruge has to face now are six immortals and an angry black dragon. The situation at this moment is no less than that of the past when he broke into the Liu family alone with one man and one sword. He became famous after defeating the city lord in one battle.
But no one mentioned how miserable he was when he was about to die.
The six white-clothed immortals all took action together, thundering from the sky, fire from the earth, flying swords and magic weapons, and various kinds of light flowing out, illuminating the entire Tianshui Villa as if it was wrapped in a colorful cloud.
"Ru Ge, please try to make me wait out."
A low voice came from Ying Ruge's mind, and Ying Ruge's eyes opened slightly, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He tried to unblock the Yin and Yang policy many times, but even if a slight gap opened, he could peel off You Lingxi's body.
He also asked him to allow Liu Sanqing to have an independent consciousness and move freely. But no matter how hard he tried and how painstakingly he worked, the owner of the voice in his head was still like a sculpture, no matter how hard it was exposed to wind or sun, it would not respond.
.
"Aww!"
"Ruge, it's the old monk. Just try to get me to wait out. The old monk has woken them up one by one."
Ying Ruge's face was overjoyed, and then she spread her hands, and the roll of Yin Yang Policy appeared in her palm again. Counting the days, even without the last experience in the Mo family, the time for Yin Yang Policy to be released has passed.
Silently reciting: "The exchange of yin and yang will not disrupt the universe, and the two qi will intersect and transform into all things."
Then he used all his strength to unfold the Yin-Yang Strategy. This time, it was extremely easy, without any feeling of obstruction. Ying Ruge was overjoyed. This was the power he had gained through hard work. The Yin-Yang Strategy, the power of ghosts and gods, was not afraid of Yin and Yang.
"The Twelve Spirit Envoys, if you don't come out now, then when will you wait! Ah woo!"
Following a call, a white shadow jumped out from Ying Ruge's body, penetrated Yin Yang Ce, and then turned into a human form and stood in front of Ying Ruge. This white shadow, called Awu, was huge in size and was different from Zhu's body.
Jiannan's personal bodyguard, Lei Niu, is a head taller than him. He wears a bamboo hat and a monk's robe, and holds a monk's staff in his hand. This outfit is similar to that of Ying Ruge, who usually wanders around the market.
The outfits are exactly the same.
"Human introduction!"
There was another call, and the same back figure jumped out from Ying Ruge, penetrated Yin Yang Ce again, and then turned into a human form and stood in front of Ying Ruge. This person was no longer as tall and tall as Awu.
Compared with Ying Ruge, he is half a head shorter. Looking at his attire, you can tell that he is a Dongli warrior. This is a very representative Tsukiyo head, with the hair on the top of the head shaved, revealing a smooth head. Both shoulders are pointed.
Samurai uniform, a longer sword on the left waist and a shorter waistband, a pair of white socks, and wooden clogs. Although his eyes are pure white, the arrogance on his face is also a bit domineering.
"Xianchen, Mu Luo!"
What jumped out this time were two white shadows, which also penetrated the Yin Yang Ce and then turned into human forms. One of the two people was about the same height as Ying Ruge, and the other was about the same height as the same person. At first glance, I thought they were
A pair of twin sisters, two beautiful girls. But if you look closely, you can see that the taller Bai Ying not only has a protruding Adam's apple, but also has a flat chest, which makes him look like a boy.
"Wandering Spirit······"
Before he finished speaking, Ying Ruge paused, because the name he was about to call out could no longer follow him. Although he was filled with emotion at that moment, this was not the time to feel sad for spring and autumn, so he read out another name: "
Mr. Ai!"
This time, the white light was like a huge rubber ball, and it was almost the same after it transformed into a human form. What the white light transformed into was a fat man weighing three hundred pounds, with the fat on his face squeezing his eyes until there was only a slit left. Or maybe it was
Even the best tailors can't make decent clothes. Looking at them, the clothes look like they are about to burst due to the fat.
Afterwards, names were called one after another, Tian Selection, Hai Dao, Mian Po Po, Xing Ri Ma, Fang Ri Rabbit, and five more white lights penetrated Yin Yang Ce and transformed into human forms. There was Shou.
There are tall men, some are simple men, some are rickety old women, but the last two have no characteristics at all.
It can be seen that they are a man and a woman, but they are of average stature and posture, and the robes they are wearing are also ordinary and featureless.
Different from other people transformed by white shadows, the faces of the last two people were covered by visors. One was a horse and the other was a rabbit. Seeing these two people, Ying Ruge suppressed her emotions, fearing that she would
Crying unsatisfactorily.
"Long time see!"
"Venerable sir, be well."
"Xiao Ruge, I'm suffering."
A few simple sentences, expressing emotions without using many words.
Liu Sanqing, who was urging Thirteen Hatreds on the side, noticed the strong ghost aura and understood what was happening on Ying Ruge's side. Without calling out, he used Thirteen Hatreds and returned to Ying Ruge's side.
"Twelve..." He paused again before speaking again, and then said in a majestic voice like a song, "Twelve spirit envoys, follow me and die!"
Ying Ruge will die and turn into a ghost after death. But these eleven spirit messengers with pure white bodies and pure white eyes are already ghosts, will they die again?
The eleven people responded to Ying Ruge's words. Although their words were different, their firm tone was the same.
Seeing that Ying Ruge had added ten more helpers in an instant, the eight white-clothed immortals who had reunited were also shocked. Feeling the strong ghost energy on these white-clothed bodies, they could not help but shiver as if they were cold. But along with the black dragon's
There was a roar, and everyone woke up.
"You little ghost cultivator, you did hide it from me. How can the righteous way of heaven and earth tolerate such crooked ways as yours?"
Facing the attack of the black dragon, Ying Ruge still wanted to quarrel with the white-clothed Taoist with the flame pattern facing the sky, so she listened to him: "What the immortal said is really like farts. When I came, didn't the immortal already recognize me?"
Yes, is it a ghost?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black dragon was already in front of him.
The black dragon that had been knocked down two realms was still capable of being an Immortal in the Golden Core stage. When the roar came, the old monk who called out "Ah Wu" was walking slowly forward in the air. He was dragging the monk's staff like a spear in his hand.
His face was kind, and he looked harmless to humans and animals. When the black dragon came closer, his eyes opened angrily. The eyes that should have been pure white and empty instantly shot out a golden light, and then his whole body began to stick together like a stone Buddha in the temple.
Gold foil is general,
The Buddha's light flourishes and saves all sentient beings.
The monk's stick was swung, with the force of splitting Huashan Mountain, and the timing was precise, and it hit the black dragon's nose hard. It was a tiger, a lion, or a giant elephant, and the nose was a vulnerable position. Such a severe blow was heartbreaking.
The originally roaring and domineering black dragon became like a puppy after being hit by the monk's stick from the old monk Ah Wu. The figures of brother Xian Chen and Mu Luo flashed to the top of the black dragon's head, and they each hugged a dragon horn.
Then he turned back hard. This huge and fierce dragon was so easily knocked down by the two brothers and was thrown far away.
All the immortals were dumbfounded when they saw how fierce these white shadows were. They couldn't believe it. How could they believe that in this small world, a few spirit envoys could have such strong fighting power.
"Xingri Horse, Fangri Rabbit!"
As Ying Ruge shouted, Xing Rima and Fang Ritu had already taken action. One of them was quick and the other was agile. Both hands held a pair of sword thorns. After a few dodgers, the two of them arrived at the body of a group of immortals.
forward.
Xing Rima was the first to take action, and a pair of spikes stabbed straight into the abdomen of a thin white-clothed immortal. At the same time, Fang Ritu also took action with the pair of spikes in his hand, targeting the thin white-clothed immortal as well. But her attacks were a bit sinister.
, what was stabbed was between the legs of the thin white-clothed immortal.
Although these white-clothed immortals were surprised that a mere spirit envoy could defeat the black dragon, they were all quite capable. It would be a joke if Xingri Ma and Fang Ritu easily succeeded. The thin and thin white-clothed immortals
The man quickly retreated and swung his sword, firing out one after another flaming half-moon blades.
Xingri Horse and Fangri Rabbit dodged to the left and right. Only then did the skinny horse white-clothed immortal realize that the mantis was catching the cicada and the oriole was behind.
I saw twelve spiritual swords shooting out like arrows from their strings. Their momentum was so fierce that no matter whether I went up or down, left or right, or retreated, I would be overtaken. What was even more tragic was that I had only shot a few flames for half a month.
Blade, the reaction was half a beat too slow.
But after all, there are a group of immortals in white clothes, eight of them in total.
The muscular white-clothed immortal who had fought with Ying Ruge took action at this moment, and his figure flashed in front of his companion, with his arms crossed, and layers of Bagua patterns appeared in front of him.
Looking towards Liu Sanqing, he saw his sword commander moving, and the twelve spiritual swords were reined up like horses. After receiving the order, they all flew to the left. The one on the left was the handsome white-clothed immortal. This
The immortal frowned slightly, looking more like a woman. He waved his hand, and a magic weapon appeared invisible, a tortoise shell. The tortoise shell instantly grew bigger and blocked him in front of him.
Then I heard a "ding-ding-ding-ding" sound, and I regretted returning in vain.
The injured immortal in white seemed to understand better the principle of catching the thief first. He moved quickly and stabbed Ying Ruge with his sword. The Dongli man who was still beside Ying Ruge couldn't help but frown slightly and turned his head to look.
Towards the immortal who suddenly came over.
This Dongli man named Renjie has a handsome appearance, but the hairstyle on his Yuedai head is really weird and cannot be appreciated. I saw the moonlight falling on the shaved part of the head, and the reflection was shining brightly, making it look like a pearl in the night.
But that's it.
Renjie held the sword sheath on his left waist with his left hand, and slowly pressed the handle of the sword with his right hand. Then he saw the Dongli warrior closing his eyes and then opening them. His eyes were still pure white, but the momentum at that moment was stronger than
spirits.
The sword was unsheathed and he met the enemy with a slash. The injured immortal in white faced the enemy with the white sword in his hand, but he was too arrogant and mistakenly thought that a mere spirit envoy was not something to be afraid of.
Helplessly, the power, speed, and angle of Rensuke's sword were all superior. Before the injured white-clothed immortal could strike down with his long sword, Rensuke's sword had already cut his chest.
Blood flowed out from a wound, making the white robe soaked and stained red. The injured immortal in white would never have imagined that he would be in such an embarrassing situation when he went out to do business in the sect.
On other battlefields, the spirit envoys were either one-on-one or roaming around to cooperate, and they ended up in a stalemate with the immortals. However, there was an immortal in white who did not fight with the spirit envoys. Naturally, this person was
The leader of this group of immortals is the immortal in white with the flame pattern on his eyebrows.
He was holding the spiritual sword in his hand, and his face was no longer gentle at this moment. It was so ferocious that it really made people feel a little frightened.
"Junior, we have been tolerant again and again, and you have been patient again and again. If we don't erase you from the six realms today, how can we have the face to return to the sect!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the immortal shot like a sharp arrow towards Ying Ruge. The movement was so fast that Ying Ruge also frowned slightly and couldn't help but marvel. But at this moment, there is no free time for you to praise your opponent.
Ying Ruge flapped her wings and kept dodging. At the same time, golden dragons appeared again and again around the white-clothed immortal with flame patterns facing the sky.
He killed the golden dragon with one sword after another. The dragon turned into smoke and dissipated, and then reappeared from a tricky angle.
Ying Ruge was confident in the power of Yin Yang Ce. The fighting power of these spirit envoys affected by Yin Yang Ce at this moment was even more unmatched than what they had during his lifetime. But in the end, he ignored the essential issue again. What they were facing were immortals and real people.
A true cultivator who can be called an immortal.
It was the injured white-clothed immortal who took the lead, and a thunderbolt fell again. The Dongli warrior Renjie was directly hit by the thunder, and instantly turned into clouds and disappeared.