Staying calm before the landslide comes, there is no choice.
Zhang Wenfeng believed that Mo Ye had improved the "scapegoat" Yin Soldier Talisman to solve the biggest crisis at hand. He had no choice but to risk his life. Moreover, he had to trap the white-robed old man for a moment before the Yin soldiers surrounded him. He could not use it.
The escape method failed, otherwise his death this time would have been in vain, wasting the heaven-defying effect of the scapegoat charm.
He released a whole piece of Guitougu powder one after another, but it was of no use against the experienced witch cultivator defenders.
Fortunately, he has many means and does not hesitate to use treasures.
Like the flying sword named "Gang Thorn", which is rare in the world, it explodes at the slightest disagreement.
He used his special skill of sword magic just to be able to pierce the wisp of his destiny sword energy into the back of the white-robed old man, even at the cost of his life.
Fortunately, there was no deviation in the result. A pair of Yin Soldiers and Ghost Cavalry phantoms had already formed a Yin Soldier Cavalry Formation. They leveled their spears in a charging posture, and those who missed the best time to escape because of a ray of natal sword energy in their bodies.
The old men in white robes were fighting together.
Covered in black armor, the faceless Yin soldiers shrouded in mist hold ghost fire spears and kill neatly. They use tall illusory ghost beasts to stab them with four or six or ten spears. They are silent and ghostly. They are not afraid of life and death, just for
He rushed forward and handed out a gun.
The old man in white robe understood that the culprit was none other than the Taoist boy. As long as he was killed, all the shadows of the seemingly endless shadow soldiers summoned by unknown methods would disappear.
However, he lost all his first moves. Facing the overwhelming shadow of Yin soldiers with level 3 strength, he was exhausted to deal with them.
He couldn't even take a punch in the meantime, so he had to rely on the treasures in his body to fight and retreat to the west. The ray of sword energy that penetrated his body did not take the opportunity to attack, but lurked, letting him feel like a light on his back.
It's so uncomfortable.
"Boy, who are you? Why can you command the underworld soldiers?"
Although the old man in white robe did not have a few years to live, he never thought that his long life would end in this way. He still had many arrangements that he had not yet had time to implement. The future of his family and several promising monastic seedlings were not at stake.
By making the most favorable arrangements, a few years' difference can often produce several important masters.
Tu Kun had already captured the flying stone, and Zhang Guanzhu, who flew out of the pit, fell two hundred feet behind all the Yin soldiers and ghost riders. He did not dare to get too close, and he could not leave too far.
Still, a pair of Yin soldiers jumped out from the stone figurines in the black bag and bottle, turned into silent ghost riders and surrounded and killed the old man in white robes.
No one paid attention to the desperate sorcerer guardians.
Tu Kun was deeply moved by the generosity of Hairpin Patriarch, and this arrangement was so unexpected.
A few more golden elixir old monsters will all be consumed by the endless third-level strength of the Yin Soldiers and Ghost Cavalry Shadows. Such asymmetrical killings will force even fifth-level masters to retreat.
The old man in white robe was stained with blood. He used a long sword that was vital to his life and killed five or six Yin Soldiers and Ghost Riders in front. The groups behind him stabbed them in groups. He had no time to take care of them and could only injure them.
Without destroying it, it falls into a situation where more and more people are killed.
The Yin Soldiers and Ghost Cavalry were silent, fearless of life and death, and just rolled around like wheels to kill.
After about half a quarter of an hour, after fighting for more than 20 miles, a mutilated corpse fell apart from the air and fell to the ground.
Zhang Wenfeng withdrew his natal sword energy with a wave of his hand. After dying once, there was no need for him to take action again.
All the Yin Soldiers and Ghost Riders raised their spears and performed a rifle salute in a row.
He returned the favor with his hand and watched as the Yin soldiers turned into black energy and disappeared into the air.
The scapegoat ghost talisman can be used for death twice, and the Yin soldier talisman improved by Mo Ye can call the shadows of the 452 Yin soldiers he sent away twice after the death.
This is the biggest trump card in his hand.
There was no smile on Zhang Wenfeng's face after killing a late-stage Jindan defender. This deal was a bit of a loss.
Mo Ye didn't explain to him clearly how powerful the Yin Soldier Talisman was, perhaps because he was worried that he would "bully others". Really, he was so cautious, how could he be such a person?
"Dead?!"
Tu Kun understands how difficult it is to kill a Jindan realm shaman cultivator. He saw with his own eyes that the black soldiers and ghost cavalry easily surrounded and killed him. It was still a bit unbelievable. The old man in white robe was stuck in the formation and couldn't show any of his abilities.
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Even wanting to escape from the soul is a luxury.
Yin soldiers eat souls, it is natural.
"We'll have to find an excuse later. It's impossible for the two of us to kill a single witch cultivator."
Tu Kun held his hair and thought hard, he should not take care of the aftermath.
Taking credit is one thing, but not causing trouble for yourself is another.
Zhang Wenfeng grabbed a stack of paper money and threw it into the air, turning into balls of orange flames and scattering. He said with a smile: "There are several masters who know that I am familiar with Mr. Bai from the underworld. At the critical moment of death, they open the ghost gate and invite some underworld."
It is human nature for soldiers to help others."
Of course what he said was a joke.
The Nether Realm was not opened by his family. No matter how familiar he is with Bai Wuchang, it is impossible to hire a witch cultivator and a golden elixir monk to deal with the human world. The old man in white robe is a genuine guardian with the imperial decree, not one of those lonely souls who harm the human world.
Wild ghosts and their like.
Of course, these hidden rules of the underworld are only partially understood by monks in the human world.
Only someone like him would be able to understand the details.
Tu Kun laughed and said: "Okay, let's put it this way. You can rest for a while while I go to plunder the sorcerer who guarded the town. I don't know how many good things were left behind?"
He is now crazy about poverty and hopes to get some treasures to enrich himself.
He was frustrated because he had so little talent and couldn't use it to his full potential.
The more treasures in his hands, the more confident he will be.
Flying to the ground, he collected the broken bodies and piled them up. He searched for them carefully. Soon he found a ring and was very happy. Good things should be hidden among the treasures. He had a way to break open a golden elixir.
The monk placed the mark of his spiritual consciousness and found the long sword that had lost its spirituality and several magic weapon fragments.
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly turned around and saw a mountain badger flying low in the sky.
Two little fairies flew out of the hard hair on the mountain badger's back, and Lu Xin's baby talk contained a hint of crying: "Mr. Zhang, how are you injured? We will heal you. Just wait, we will treat you."
Zhang Wenfeng's robes were in tatters, and there was blood around his mouth. He took out the items in his robes and put on a brand-new blue Taoist robe that he had received as a reward from the Daolu branch. He smiled and said, "The injury is fine. I'll help you."
If the two little fairies are not allowed to do something, Lu Xiner and the others will feel uneasy.
He also wanted to see what Green Zhinang was capable of.
Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er flew up in the air, holding small green staffs in their hands and singing beautiful songs.
Threads of various green light spots floated up from the grass, shrubs, and dwarf trees, twinkling and flying towards Zhang Guanzhu who was standing still. The essence of wood energy cast by Lu Xin'er and the others was pure and flawless, repairing Zhang Guan's main body.
Shock damage to internal organs.
Within a moment, Zhang Wenfeng, who had even recovered all his cultivation, waved his hands with a smile: "That's enough, the most powerful healing technique."
Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er became happy and slipped under the left collar with ease.
The two little fairies were whispering, not knowing what to say.
Zhang Wenfeng leaned over and patted the mountain badger on the back, telling the mountain badger to go back and not let the group of mortals who finally arrived near the border of Da'an Dynasty get separated.
After Tu Kun collected the trophies from the three mutilated corpses, he still had to discuss some details with Tu Kun.
Make it as perfect as possible without making any mistakes.