Although the scarred-faced golden-armored monk outside the light curtain did not say anything else, the shock on his face was clearly evident.
"Fellow Daoist Weng, do you want to continue fighting?" Yang Qian did not respond to the other party's question. Instead, he asked extremely calmly, without any waves in his voice.
The face of the man named Weng instantly became extremely ugly, like a dark cloud.
"Although your dual cultivation of law and body, your magical powers are indeed far beyond my expectations, do you really think that you have won this battle? Next, even if I give up a hundred years of hard work, I still want to let you experience a thousand years of hard work. The true power of the soul bell!" The man surnamed Weng was furious. He looked up at the black shadow that was easily holding the golden lotus and said sternly.
As soon as he said it, he saw the man's mouth murmuring like a gust of wind. The blue light above his head shone like electricity, and the Nascent Soul appeared again like a ghost.
The solemn look on this Yuanying's face was like frost, and one hand was making secrets quickly, dizzyingly fast.
The other hand suddenly waved into the air, and a tangible blue light pillar shot out like an arrow. With an indomitable momentum, it hit the black bell shadow hard, and at the same time, The sound of a mysterious incantation sounded like a magic spell.
The black bell shadow trembled, and then a black light emerged from the shadow, which was the body of the Thousand Soul Bell.
With a slight turn of the bell, the blue light beam turned into dots of spiritual light and was inhaled into the body.
The sullen man below took this opportunity and flicked his finger at Heiling.
A "dang" sound came from a seemingly ordinary crisp sound.
There was a sudden violent spatial fluctuation in the light curtain, and then a thin black crack appeared in the sky without any warning.
As soon as the Nascent Soul of the stern-browed man saw the black slit appearing, he flicked towards the black bell five or six times in the air.
With every movement, his face turned pale as if a bit of blood had been drained from his face, and the black crack suddenly opened wider as if it had been blown out of air.
After ringing the bell so many times, the black crack has opened up like a semicircular opening. The black air inside is rolling like a tide, and the dark wind is howling and scurrying around, making it difficult to see even the slightest bit of the situation inside. .
"Quack!"
An extremely weird, chilling laugh suddenly came out from inside.
Yang Qian's pupils suddenly shrank, and the golden light on his body instantly burst out, dazzling. At the same time, the gray Yuanci divine light also suddenly "whispered" and surged by nearly half, like an indestructible shield. Protect yourself tightly in it.
After all, facing this Lingbao-level treasure, especially since it might contain the soul of the master in the Void Refining Stage of the sullen man, he naturally had to be extremely careful and alert.
At this moment, a shocking scene appeared!
Suddenly, wisps of black threads appeared around Yang Qian like ghosts. These black threads quickly rotated around his body as if they were alive, but they showed no intention of attacking. .
Yang Qian narrowed his eyes slightly, and as soon as he recovered, he remembered the opponent's movements.
Suddenly, those black threads quickly changed and condensed as if cast by magic, and in the blink of an eye they turned into a black and shiny array of light.
It perfectly trapped Yang Qian in it.
"Array!"
Yang Qian was startled at first, and then he seemed to remember something. There was no trace of panic on his face. Instead, a gray light flashed across his body and swept away crazily towards the formation.
However, the Yuanci divine light did not have any effect, and at this time, a sharp light flashed in Yang Qian's eyes in an extremely concealed manner.
The black magic circle's light flashed suddenly, and Yang Gan felt the world spin for a while, and then the whole person, together with the giant cauldron and the golden lotus, disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, he staggered, and he suddenly appeared in a dark, eerie space. Dark shadows overlapped around him, and the sound of ghosts crying suddenly sounded.
He was actually absorbed directly into the black crack like this.
When Yang Gan saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment, but then the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and instead of panicking, he sneered.
At the same time, the Nascent Soul, the sullen man outside, hurriedly urged the black bell again.
Suddenly, amidst the ringing of bells, the cracked entrance slowly closed together, and in the last flash, it turned into a faint black line more than ten feet long, floating quietly in the air, motionless.
Immediately, the Nascent Soul flashed and returned to his own body.
The man with raised eyebrows opened his eyes with a sinister smile on his face.
The black crack is a space opened by the Thousand Soul Bell alone. Although it is called "Thousand Souls", there are not even ten thousand but eight thousand ghosts in it, and all the ghosts are collected from the spirits of some special monsters that were extremely evil during their lifetimes. , and those that have been specially refined with secret techniques, are no less ferocious than they were before they were alive.
One of the main souls in the Thousand Soul Bell was a heaven and earth spirit beast that was even in the middle stage of becoming a god during its lifetime. By chance, it was sacrificed by his master to become the main soul of this treasure.
With the cooperation of other ghosts, this main soul's magical power can be doubled.
Moreover, this space also has some special restrictions. The monks who are absorbed into it, as long as they are not ghost bodies, will have a lot of magic power.
Therefore, even if the monks in the late stage of spiritual transformation are trapped in it, they will most likely be in bad luck.
Outside the light curtain, the golden-armored monk stared at the faint black line suspended in the air, his eyes flickered a few times, but he did not take any action.
The man with sullen eyebrows simply sat down cross-legged in the void and waited for the evil spirit in the ghost space to swallow Yang Gan inside, so that the fight could end.
After a full cup of tea, the black bell in the air suddenly trembled violently, and there were circles of strange black light. At the same time, there were buzzing sounds from inside, which lasted for a long time. It seems extremely weird.
Although the man with hanging eyebrows could not connect his mind with this treasure, how could he not know when such a strange scene appeared? He was also full of doubts, not knowing what happened.
The black bell let out a plaintive cry, and the huge shadow that was originally released outside the body suddenly shattered inch by inch, and then turned into black gas and poured into the body of the Thousand Soul Bell. In an instant, it disappeared. No trace left.
"This is absolutely impossible! The main soul has been destroyed!" The frowning man finally figured out what was going on and couldn't help being horrified.
Just at this moment, in the void above his head, a black light suddenly penetrated from a certain point silently, and a hole the size of a fist appeared out of thin air.
With a flash of inspiration, a ray of purple light shot out from the hole, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a figure floating there.
As a monk in the middle stage of becoming a god, the man with sullen eyebrows immediately sensed something strange and suddenly raised his head to look.
However, in this brief moment, the figure only moved slightly and then disappeared on the spot. Immediately afterwards, after a series of afterimages, a human figure appeared extremely strangely behind the sullen man.
A loud shout rang out, causing the sullen man's ears to buzz, followed by a strong gust of wind, and a golden fist struck hard.
"Ah——"
The man with the hanging eyebrows was shocked. His figure suddenly swayed, and his body was like a mirror. It shattered with a "crash". In the blink of an eye, seven or eight phantoms appeared, and they shot in all directions at the same time like arrows. Laser and escape.
"Hmph! Want to leave?"
This figure is undoubtedly Yang Qian.
He snorted coldly, and the fist he offered blurred slightly, and actually turned into seven or eight identical fist shadows.
"Puff" sounded several times in succession!
Each fist hit the phantom's vest exactly.
Those phantoms suddenly broke and disappeared in an instant!
Only a small silver shield appeared behind the man with the sullen eyebrows, which happened to block a golden fist.
A muffled sound of "bang" came, and the silver light shield only blocked the fist slightly, and then instantly shattered.
Then, the golden fist struck the man on the back without hesitation.
The moment his fist touched, a layer of green armor suddenly appeared on the man's body.
There was only a loud noise, golden light and green light intertwined, and the fist hit the armor hard.
Under the violent vibration of the blue light, his fist sank several inches deep, and the man with the sullen eyebrows let out a miserable howl and flew straight out.
Yang Qian frowned slightly. He clearly felt the huge power contained in his punch. The green armor slid off most of it like a loach, and only the smaller half actually hit the armor. superior.
Otherwise, this punch could penetrate the armor, and the man with sullen eyebrows would not be seriously injured on the spot.
The moment he was absorbed into the Yin Soul Space by the Thousand Soul Bell, Yang Qian had already made plans to let the crying soul devour the Yin Soul inside, and also let the crying soul have a feast.
Now after coming out, one punch failed to fully achieve the effect, but Yang Qian didn't show any fluctuation in his expression.
He immediately swayed and appeared in the sky above the sullen man like a ghost.
Then, Yang Gan grabbed the void with one hand, and suddenly a silver sword about a foot long appeared in his hand. With a slight shake, he was about to slash downwards.
Just at this moment, the man named Weng suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Stop taking action, I surrender!"
When Yang Qian heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but the long sword in his hand swung straight down as if he hadn't heard it. Suddenly, a silvery sword energy rolled down like a tide, and a No mercy.
With the sharpness of the Gengjin Tribulation Thunder Sword, even if the opponent is protected by the Qingming Armor, he will definitely be cut into two pieces neatly.
The nearby space fluctuated violently, and suddenly a piece of yellow cloud shot out, rolling up the man with an eyebrow like lightning, and with a slight shake, he disappeared without a trace.
Although the silver sword energy was not slow, it still managed to reach the empty space.
Yang Qian's expression moved slightly, and he glanced around, only to see a group of yellow light suddenly burst out in the void more than twenty feet away, and then two figures appeared strangely in the yellow light. out.
It was the scar-faced golden-armored monk and the man named Weng.
Yang Qian was not surprised by this, after all, he had long known that the scar-faced and golden-armored monk would stop him.
The scarred monk had no expression on his face, but the man surnamed Weng was pale, with blood stains on the armor on his chest, and he looked at Yang Gan with a look of resentment.
It seemed that under Yang Gan's blow, even though Qing Mingjia had lost most of his power, he still ended up vomiting blood and suffering internal injuries.
The punch marks on the armor behind him were even more clearly visible and shocking.
Yang Gan glanced at the man surnamed Weng, and there was no change in his face. Instead, the long sword in his hand disappeared in a flash, and he saluted the golden-armored monk.
"Thank you, senior, for taking action, otherwise this junior almost hurt Daoist Weng before he could stop it!" Yang Qian said seriously.
Hearing Yang Qian's words, the man surnamed Weng's face flushed with blood, and he almost spit out another mouthful of blood.
Yang Qian failed to stop his attack just now. He clearly had murderous intentions and deliberately wanted to kill him with one sword.
After the scar-faced monk heard these words, the strange color on his face flashed away in an instant, and his eyes showed a look that was half a smile, and then he said unhurriedly in the air:
"It is a common thing to fail to stop the fight during the fight. This is really nothing. In this fight for the spiritual land, Fellow Daoist Weng has already taken the initiative to admit defeat, so the winner will naturally be Fellow Daoist Yang. This spiritual land will also belong to Fellow Daoist Yang. , do you two have any objections?”
Yang Qian raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, naturally there would be no rebuttal.
But the man named Weng had a look of unwillingness on his face. His lips trembled slightly, but in the end he still couldn't say anything.
Seeing that neither of them had any other words, the scar-faced monk nodded lightly, stretched out his hand towards Yang Gan, and ordered:
"Bring your Qingming Pei!"
After hearing this, Yang Qian turned his palm over without hesitation, and the jade pendant emitting cyan light suddenly appeared in his hand, and then he threw it to the other party.
The golden-armored monk stretched out his hand and took the jade pendant easily.
At the same time, the thumb-sized emerald green crystal that he had prepared in his other hand was tapped towards the jade pendant, and the crystal immediately disappeared into it.
"Okay! I have injected the mark of the spiritual land into your Qingming Pendant. Unless you voluntarily give up this spiritual land in the future, otherwise, you will not be eligible to participate in the battle for the spiritual land that will occur once in a hundred years. Now, You two can leave here, the next game is about to begin, don’t delay here.”
After the scar-faced monk handed the jade pendant back to Yang Qian, he waved his hand to signal the two of them to leave the place quickly.
At this moment, the surrounding white light curtain had opened a thick gap at some point.
It is clearly the exit from this place of fighting. (End of chapter)