Chapter 219 Breaking through the ghost formation, killing the ghosts together
Zhang Wenfeng, who was flying in front of him in the sky, suddenly turned back, and a jujube sword appeared in his hand.
Zaomu is also known as the "evil wood". Like the peach wood sword, it has miraculous effects on dealing with ghosts.
He didn't expect that this place was nearly two hundred miles away from Guiziling. It was not dark yet, and the ghosts were so bold that they actually set up ambush traps, trying to lure the two people flying in the air down and catch them all. Otherwise, they would not be able to deal with them.
There is no need for such a large array of donkeys.
I have a big appetite, and I’m not afraid that I won’t be able to eat enough to make me die.
"Be careful, there is a 'Ghost King'!"
Yun Qiuhe drew her sword and shouted. She noticed that there was a faint powerful aura hidden in the ghostly aura below.
There is an old saying that when ghosts gather together, a "ghost king" will emerge.
"Ghost King" is just a title, and it does not mean that the Ghost King possesses third-level strength. Just like "Monkey King", a large group of monkeys will have a leader with outstanding strength. Otherwise, the group will fall apart and lose cohesion.
Zhang Wenfeng touched the black cloth bag with his left hand, pinched out three incense sticks, and lit them with just a flick of the hand.
He held the incense in his left hand and shook it in a certain rhythm in the air, and held a sword in his right hand to protect himself. He recited sutras in a cadence in his mouth. Now that he had encountered it, he would try to transcend the low-level ghosts in this group of ghosts and destroy the ghosts that the group relied on.
The basis of ghostly energy that covers people's eyes.
His chanting voice blessed with unique melody and the soul-inducing incense mist emitted by waving in his hand have a great attraction to the ghosts below.
It's like pouring a ladle of cold water into a frying pan, causing chaos underneath.
Countless ghosts turned into specks of ghostly light and flew out of the black mist, sparsely spreading across the sky like fireflies. The black mist surrounding the donkey quickly became thinner, and there were even gaps in some places, greatly reducing the power of the formation.
A sharp ghost scream sounded from below, full of anger.
It seems to be warning the low-level ghosts who have left their posts without permission, and scolding the disobedient ghosts to return.
The sky was overcast, almost dusk.
Many low-level ghosts sniffed the diffuse mist and circled around the man chanting sutras. They were afraid of the thousand-year-old jujube sword and did not dare to get too close. A few ghosts were frightened by the majesty of the high-level ghosts below and fled below.
Yun Qiuhe stared at the black fog, scanned and explored with his spiritual consciousness, pinched a snowflake-shaped magic weapon with a thick middle and six thin sides in his left hand, made a secret to prepare a killer move, and went on a mission with Guanzhu Zhang. It was really exciting, and he hadn't reached the place yet.
I encountered a group of ghosts.
The most important thing is that Zhang Guanzhu's methods are strong enough and he can control the situation.
Even that spiritual beast, the donkey, covered in thunder and lightning, roamed among the ghosts, invincible.
A strong general has no weak soldiers, as expected.
She recognized the entrance to the ghost formation below as the "Three Ghosts Soul Trap Formation" hosted by three-headed second-level ghosts. With so much time before departure, how could she not make some preparations?
Hearing the familiar sound of scriptures coming down through the ghostly mist in the air, the donkey's spirits perked up. He noticed that the mist that suppressed it was leaking air everywhere, and there were gaps and holes. Its black hooves as big as a sea bowl fell to the rugged grass with a "click"
"Kacha" trampled in circles, the lightning flashed, crushing and crushing the ghost claws emerging from the ground.
It muttered in its heart: It's a fool's errand to think of using such a despicable method to restrict its movements. It's just a dream.
After a moment of gathering momentum, he spotted the thin mist appearing in front of him and jumped up. It had to rush out first, and then use its advantage to use long-range thunder to attack the ghosts that dared to frame it.
Several jet-black bone spears suddenly shot out from the ground, attacking the donkey's exposed belly silently.
The donkey yelled: "Donkey's day, don't let Mr. Donkey catch you, you dare to plot Mr. Donkey's life."
It is afraid of death and pain, so its thunder entanglement technique is always more skillful than the thunder falling technique and sound blasting technique that it is good at. The moment it senses the attack, its belly is already filled with large and small thunder and lightning ripples.
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One piece is stacked on top of the other, entangled and intertwined, like flower petals.
It was in the air, twisting its body as hard as it could. Three bone spears grazed the fur of its body and carried away a stream of lightning sparks. It still did not completely escape the deliberate attack. Two pitch black bone spears stabbed the donkey's lower abdomen and crotch almost at the same time.
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The thunder light rippled like sparks blooming, dissolving the huge impact and piercing force, and the friction made the harsh sound of sore teeth.
The donkey's momentum was blocked and it fell back to the ground.
It cursed and turned back, violently spraying in the direction of the mist that had just revealed an abnormal fluctuation. The sound blasting technique and the thunderbolt technique were almost in no particular order, and they blasted hard into the mist.
It is no longer the good-for-nothing donkey it used to be. If it loses its temper, it doesn't matter whether it is a ghost king or a second-level earth ghost. Beat it first and then talk about it.
A blurry figure was entangled with streaks of lightning, twisted, and appeared in the air five feet away.
This time it was a tiger-shaped ghost, with black and white markings vaguely visible.
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The donkey screamed excitedly, turned around and stamped on the ground with all four hooves, then flew into the air and fiercely hit the ghost it blasted out.
With its massive body of 12,300 kilograms, it looked unstoppable. However, as it rushed, the donkey suddenly turned around and used its unique skill of shadowless kicks.
The two huge hooves made a "bang bang" sound and kicked out as fast as lightning.
One of the pedals was solid, and lightning flashed. The donkey used the force to rush forward, turned his hind legs and kicked the rock on the side hard with his hoof. His speed increased a little, and his whole body was covered with lightning. He finally broke out of the siege of the fog, alternating his four hooves.
Step on the rock walls on both sides.
It's not that stupid. It doesn't take the opportunity to break out by making noises, but it still stays in the ghost mist and chats with ghosts?
A streak of black energy was like a rope, and it chased out of the black mist and failed to catch the donkey jumping left and right.
"hehe!"
Yun Qiuhe laughed, and she was impressed by the donkey's performance.
She pressed down the magic weapon she held in her left hand, and dozens of ice arrows quickly condensed into shape, exuding an icy breath, and concentrated on shooting at the tiger shadow kicked up by the donkey in the black mist. She also liked beating up the drowned ghost.
The much thinner mist suddenly accelerated its flow, rolling the incoming ice arrows around.
"burst!"
Yun Qiuhe shouted softly, and the ice arrows exploded into clouds of cold air, which penetrated into the ghost air. The ghost mist, which lacked the participation of many ghosts, suddenly became sluggish and its power was greatly reduced. Her target was not a certain earth ghost at all, but to break the ghost.
The whole ghost formation.
The three ghosts in the formation watched helplessly as the thunder-covered donkey came and went. They tried to stop it twice but failed, allowing the cunning donkey to slip away from under their noses. Now the woman in the air used a spell to block the ghost.
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The ghost king who controlled the formation and couldn't separate himself became so angry that he let out an even sharper scream.
"late!"
Yun Qiuhe cast the magic weapon several times in succession, and a dark cloud formed above the valley.
The raindrops pattered down, and water flowed down.
There is a Guanzhu Zhang who uses chanting methods to attract more and more little ghosts to fly into the air. She can let go of her hands and feet, use magic weapons and water magic to fight with three-headed ghosts, and rush out of the donkey that is 20 to 30 feet away and turns around to transmit the message.
: "On the left, where the blue raindrops are suspended, use thunder to attack!"
She has been hanging out in the Qingzheng Villa for a long time, and she has long known that Donkey speaks human language and is good at swearing.
Before he finished speaking, lightning flashed, and six silver lightnings turned into sharp blades, piercing the position marked by the blue raindrops.
The donkey watched Fu Gujing catch the thief and learn some new and clever techniques, which greatly improved the power of the lightning technique.
There was a sudden surge in the mist, and the tiger shadow was wrapped with lightning, revealing its figure.
Yun Qiuhe held the snowflake magic weapon in his left hand, the blue light shone, and he shouted through the voice: "Flying sword, kill!"
She used the water vapor and the cold air that penetrated the ghost array to restrain the unlucky ghost that had appeared. Although it could only last for a moment, it was enough for Zhang Guanzhu to chant sutras and transcend low-level ghosts.
A pink light flashed in the air, and the next moment, the ghost with the shadow of a tiger let out a shrill roar.
The flying sword pierced through Huying's head and left eye.
The ghost collapsed into a fist-sized hole, transparent from front to back.
A little green flame attached to the tip of the sword was left burning inside Huying's head.
Wood fire is the fire of vitality, and it exists like poison to ghosts that do not belong to the human world and are cut off from vitality.
How could Huying's ghost withstand such an attack? He was immediately severely injured, roaring, and could not even turn invisible. The wood fire was destroying its ghostly energy, causing its hidden life soul to be vaguely revealed. Huying panicked.
, shouted:
"help me!"
"Chirp", the mahogany flying sword appeared and disappeared, turning into a beating soul that was stabbed by cold light, and disappeared instantly.
The figure of the tiger shadow ghost was stagnant in the air, with two holes as the center, and cracks could be seen in all directions with the naked eye. Pieces of ghost shadows cracked and fell off, turning into mist. It fell without waiting for the help of its companions.
Even if there is a ghost array to cover it, the second-level ghosts are just difficult to kill, not impossible to kill.
A pitch-black pebble of irregular size like a bean fell to the ground, making a soft "snap" sound, which was extremely inconspicuous among the noisy ghosts and screams everywhere.