The first thousand four hundred and forty-three chapters seal the town
Chapter 1443
"kill!"
There were only a few black shadows rushing out, but they were like troops rushing, shaking the ground rumbled and trembling.
There were the murderous souls of several pre-Qin soldiers covered with sword marks and wounds.
Boom!
Several soldiers held long spears and slashed hard among the lights that sealed the black fog. The lights suddenly exploded, and several people holding the array flags sprayed blood and flew out.
"Don't behave like a sin!"
Suddenly, an old man in a yellow Taoist robe held a black red peach wood sword in his hand and recited a magic spell. He slashed a sword on one and a half of his head and was cut off, and his stomach was dragged on the soldier's soul on the ground. Wow!
The soldier soul was shattered, but the black mist that had exploded surged like a stream, and quickly condensed into a fierce soul, roaring, and bloody flames in the eyes, making them even more powerful.
He held a long spear and slashed at the old man in the yellow robe, dong!
The old man in yellow robe was shocked and retreated for more than ten steps, his qi and blood were churning.
On the other side, the soldiers' souls that rushed out together were extremely fierce and violent, and the endless violent aura spread throughout the audience. Kill, kill, kill, and the extremely manic killing thoughts affected those who blocked the seal.
"Amitabha!" The white-browed monk holding a Zen stick in one hand chanted the six-character mantra, Om Mani Padme Hum.
Golden lights soared out of his Zen Staff, turning into a series of holy lights that subdued demons and enveloped a headless soldier soul. The headless soldier soul was shrouded in the holy light, and hesitated constantly, and a formation emerged from his body.
The formation was black smoke, but even if it was restrained by the Buddhist holy light, the headless soldier soul was still powerful. The repeated collisions made the expression of the Baimei Monk extremely serious.
The remaining people surrounded other soldiers' souls and kept using various magical weapons and magic weapons to kill him.
But these soldiers' souls are extremely fierce.
Each attack is powered by a master, and those who are killed are defeated step by step.
At this time, the cracks under the ground lost the suppression of the array flag, and the black fog rushed more and more violently. Krak, the cracks inside became bigger and bigger. The black fog had already covered the entire valley, the stars and moon were gone, and they could not see their five fingers.
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Hurry!
Another group of soldiers' souls rushed out of the black fog.
These soldiers either have their heads off, few arms or legs, or have broken stomachs and intestines, and are covered with arrows. They are obviously soldiers who died on the battlefield.
The people outside could no longer hold on, and so many fierce soldiers rushed out, the situation was immediately in danger.
Bang!
A long sword hit the White-Brow Monk, and a swastika golden light burst out from the White-Brow Monk. Although the amulet played a role, the military soul power was too powerful, and the White-Brow Monk still vomited blood.
On the other hand, the old man in yellow robe seemed to be unable to become a soldier's soul, and he was unable to kill him.
These two are the strongest.
They are like this, let alone others.
Yan Bing and others arrived one after another, and when they saw this scene, they were shocked: "Why did so many soldiers come out?"
Any of these soldiers are ghost kings, comparable to grandmasters. In such ghost places, these soldiers are even more fierce than ordinary grandmasters. Now a group of soldiers are running out, and the current power of the dragon group cannot resist it at all.
"I'll do it!"
Long Xiaoshan sacrificed a black and white thunder seal.
Although the black and white thunder seal was almost cracked when it was eaten by the magic whip last time, the spiritual weapon was a spiritual weapon, and even if it was damaged, it was far more powerful than ordinary magic weapons.
He pinched a hand gesture, and the black and white thunder seal rushed into the air, rising to a distance of several meters. Thunder power gathered together, and immediately dispersed most of the black fog around him. Although the black fog was extremely fierce, it was faced with it.
Nemesis like thunder and lightning still retreated.
Rumble!
The black and white thunder seal shook violently, and a thunder and lightning as thick as a thigh meandered nine times, slashing at a fierce ghost soldier's soul, crackling!
The soldier soul was shattered, and bursts of howling sounds came from the void. Even if it was shattered by the bomb, the black fog that dispersed the soldier soul was still squirming, full of unyielding fighting spirit.
"What a powerful soldier soul." Long Xiaoshan was surprised.
Even if the black and white thunder seal is damaged, it can easily kill a ghost king with one blow. After all, this is the magic weapon of the Tianshidao sect.
It is indeed not a pity that the ancient battlefield of Changping has sealed the fierce soul for thousands of years, and any one of them has such a strong will.
Long Xiaoshan thought, and the black and white thunder seal blasted out another thunder and lightning, slashing the scattered evil soul. This time the evil soul finally couldn't hold on, and the remaining fierce thought was completely dispersed.
Long Xiaoshan rose into the sky, his clothes trembled, and his whole body was full of green light, like a fairy god.
He controlled the black and white thunder seal and wandered around the audience. Thunder sounds came from the void, and dazzling thunder lightning fell, slamming on the fierce soldiers' souls, constantly scattering them.
In the blink of an eye, the soldiers who rushed out were all killed by Long Xiaoshan.
After destroying those soldiers' souls.
Long Xiaoshan blinked his fingers and popped up jade talismans. These jade talismans shot into the surrounding void. He hung his feet on the void, spreading his five fingers, and shouted: "The formation is up! Seal--"
Boom!
Around them, golden lights soared into the sky like stars, gathered on the dome, and the vitality like a tide surged, squeezing all the black fog. The black fog roared constantly, trying to break through the tide of the vitality and even turned into
The horns of the head were erected, and the extremely ferocious devil statue rushed to the tides of energy and caused huge waves to stir up the void storm.
Long Xiaoshan snorted coldly.
A golden light rushed out of his eyebrows and turned into a golden Buddha Dharma image. Although his soul was damaged and his Dharma image was less than one-third of its peak power, his divine power was divine power.
As soon as the Dharma image came out, he pressed it down with his palm and slapped the huge devil's phantom.
Ao--
The devil's phantom screamed strangely, and was captured by the Dharma image. The resistance of the black fog evil spirits also weakened. They were forced to be compressed by the tide of the energy, and finally all retreated back to the crack.
"town--"
Long Xiaoshan roared again, and the golden lights shuttled through the cracks and turned into countless tiny swastika runes, flowing and looming. Although the black fog was still trying to break out of the cracks, it touched the swastika.
, there will be golden light on it, forcing the black fog back.
At this moment, the dust settled and the Long Xiaoshan slowly fell.
A burst of cheers broke out below. This time the seal erupted, much more violent than usual. So many ghost soldiers ran out, and I thought I could not resist it anymore. Who would have thought that a master would come out halfway, and a few strokes were made.
This disaster was solved.
After Long Xiaoshan landed.
"Thank you for your help, senior."
The old Taoist in the yellow robe and the monk Baimei came forward to salute each other. They were stunned. They were so young. Could it be that the old monster who had the skills to keep his face?
Moreover, the Baimei Monk always felt that the person in front of him was a little kind-faced, and seemed to have seen him somewhere.
Long Xiaoshan smiled slightly at the Baimei Monk: "Master Wudao, we're meeting again."