The long sword in Feng Wuhen's hand seemed to be given life at this moment. On the tip of the sword, Dao Lord's sword intent condensed into substance, turning into a bright silver dragon shadow, roaring and reaching for Luo Yan's back.
Luo Yan was trying his best to deal with Xiaobai's soul-eating power, when he suddenly felt the biting cold wind behind him, and a sense of crisis instantly surged into his heart. He roared angrily and twisted his body forcefully. With a sound of breaking through the air, the black scythe collided hard with the silver dragon shadow.
The two forces collided and erupted with a deafening roar. The space seemed to be torn apart, and circles of energy ripples spread around.
At this moment, he was double suppressed by the power of the endless stars and the power of soul-eating, and finally fell into a disadvantage. The silver dragon shadow penetrated the black sickle's counterattack, and hit Luo Yan with unabated force. chest.
“No——!” Luo Yan roared in despair. He never expected that he would fall into the hands of someone he regarded as an ant, but it was too late. The Dao Sword hit the target accurately. It penetrated his chest and completely penetrated that arrogant body.
"Die!"
Feng Wuhen twisted the Qinghong Sword in his hand with all his strength, releasing endless sword energy to rage in his body, frantically strangulating his life.
Luo Yan's body trembled violently, endless ghost energy surged out of his body like a spring, and a trace of unwillingness and anger flashed in his eyes.
“A mere ant is trying to kill me?” Luo Yan sneered, a look of madness flashed in his eyes.
Before he finished speaking, Luo Yan's body suddenly burst out with a stronger Netherworld Ghost Qi. At the same time, the Netherworld Ghost Qi seemed to have lost its backbone and began to flee in all directions. The entire battlefield instantly became clear. , this ghost energy is extremely violent, as if it wants to break free from all restraints, and the star cage cannot be effective at this moment, unable to suppress the violent ghost energy that is escaping everywhere.
At this moment, a sudden change occurred. Just when they thought everything had settled, Luo Yan's body gradually blurred in front of everyone, and the ghostly aura enveloped him like a thick fog, and finally disappeared in a burst of dazzling black light. Disappeared without a trace.
“He’s not dead yet, he’s using his secret technique to escape.”
Li Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, and quickly reminded Feng Wuhen, and he quickly formed seals with his hands. Summoning part of the power of the nine-star formation, he attempted to seal the space crack through which Luo Yan could escape. The power of the stars jumped at his fingertips, turning into bright chains, intertwined into a web, trying to capture the ghostly shadow that was about to escape.
"Want to escape? It's not that easy!" Feng Wuhen shouted coldly, and the spiritual energy in his body boiled. He knew that he must pursue the victory at this moment, otherwise, if Luo Yan escaped, the consequences would be disastrous. He flashed and turned into a silver lightning, chasing the black light.
Xiaobai was not to be far behind. It flapped its wings and turned into a stream of light to follow Feng Wuhen. The powerful soul-eating power went straight to the fleeing black shadow.
Just when the black shadow was about to break through the chains of the star formation, Feng Wuhen finally caught up with him. He roared angrily and swung out the Green Rainbow Sword. The sword's light was like a dragon, and it fiercely clashed with the black light in the air.
"Go back!" Feng Wuhen shouted, and the tip of his sword suddenly raised, blocking the opponent's escape route.
The black shadow was forced to flee, staying far away from Xiaobai's whereabouts. A black shadow slowly condensed into shape in the void not far away, and it was Luo Yan.
However, at this moment, his figure seems slightly illusory, and his cultivation has dropped to the middle stage of Daojun. His aura is no longer as domineering as before, but his eyes are burning with a more blazing fire of revenge. .
"Youyuan, crying with blood, come and help me!"
Luo Yan looked at the other two battlefields and asked his two Taoist companions for help with a hint of urgency. He glanced at Xiaobai in fear. Li Mu and Feng Wuhen could not pose a fatal threat to him, and only the seventh-level Gu Ling Xiaobai, who feeds on the soul, is extremely restrained in all the magical powers and spells of the ghost clan.
However, Luo Yan was greeted with deathly silence. The battlefield between Youyuan and Xueqi was equally intense. The opponents they faced were Feng Yi and Chen Qingxuan, two equally powerful Taoists.
"Humph, Luo Yan, wish yourself well! I can't help you right now." You Yuan snorted in response, his attention completely absorbed by Chen Qingxuan's tidal offensive Attracted, completely unable to break away.
"Old Ghost Luo, hold on a little longer. I will come to help you after I deal with this guy."
The bloody divine thoughts came from afar, however, his opponent Feng Yi overwhelmed him with his unpredictable and profound wind and thunder sword skills. The sword light flashed, the sound of wind and thunder roared, and every blow contained the power of heaven and earth, so Xuewei had to go all out, using blood as a guide to lay down heavy weapons. The blood net tried to trap this arrogant sword cultivator.
For a moment, it became clear that Xuewei couldn't escape.
Luo Yan's face became extremely ugly. He had fallen into an isolated and helpless situation. He looked around, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, as if he had made some determination.
"In that case, let's see who is the final winner!" Luo Yan roared, and the ghostly energy surged around him. This time, they no longer fled in all directions, but gathered crazily in In the palm of his hand, it condensed into a ghost bead as dark as ink.
“Ten Thousand Souls Ghost Bead, blast it for me!”
The ghost bead exuded heart-stopping fluctuations, Luo Yan’s eyes became extremely cold, and he threw it forward suddenly , the ghost bead pierced the sky, and struck directly towards Feng Wuhen and Xiaobai with the power of destroying the world.
"Be careful!" Feng Wuhen hurriedly reminded Xiaobai. At the same time, the Qinghong Sword turned into thousands of sword shadows, trying to block the approach of the terrifying ghost bead. However, the speed and power of the ghost bead were beyond imagination, and the sword shadows shattered one after another. , the sword light is dim.
Xiaobai's wings shook, turning into a faster stream of light, heading straight towards the ghost bead. Its body emitted a faint blue light, which was the ultimate expression of the power of soul-eating. Devour the bead before it explodes.
Xiao Bai opened his mouth, and a powerful suction force came out of his mouth, complementing the soul-eating power to form an invisible vortex, sucking the ghost bead that was speeding in. .
When Wanhun Guizhu came into contact with this power, it screamed internally, as if to protest its fate, but in the end it was still unable to withstand Xiaobai's powerful soul-devouring power.
With the disappearance of the Ten Thousand Souls Ghost Bead, the ghostly ghost energy rippling around also dissipated, and the battlefield once again regained a moment of tranquility.
However, Xiao Bai seemed to be overeating, his body trembled slightly, and his light dimmed slightly. It was obvious that it was not easy to swallow the Ten Thousand Souls Ghost Bead, and it needed time to digest the huge Ten Thousand Souls Ghost Bead.
Feng Wuhen took the opportunity to circle behind Luo Yan, and swung the Qinghong Sword again, the sword's light was like a rainbow, pointing directly at Luo Yan's vitals.
Luo Yan seemed to have expected it. He ducked and avoided the fatal blow. At the same time, he slapped a palm with his backhand. The Netherworld palm force carried endless ghost energy and collided with Feng Wuhen's sword light. together. While Luo Yan was fighting with Feng Wuhen, he observed Xiaobai and discovered something strange about it. He was immediately overjoyed. Having swallowed such a huge ghost bead condensed from the ghostly energy of the netherworld must have borne a huge burden. It was it at this moment. When he was at his weakest, he could no longer pose a threat to him.
Right now, as long as this opponent is dealt with as soon as possible and the Void Refining Monk who controls the magic circle is eliminated, the only way to have a chance of survival in this battle is to fight to the death.
Luo Yan had made up his mind, and his offensive became more fierce. He no longer defended, but attacked with all his strength. The ghostly ghost energy surged like a tide, carrying destructive power with every move, trying to defeat Feng Wuhen in one fell swoop.
"The origin of the ghost path, endless ghosts!" Luo Yan roared, and his hands suddenly formed seals. The black mist around him instantly condensed into shape, turning into a vast and boundless ghost realm. In the ghost realm, ghost shadows From building to building, wailing sounds come and go, as if there are countless dead souls wandering here, releasing endless resentment and fear.
The next moment, Feng Wuhen felt as if the ghostly aura around him had taken on physical form. They were entangled and tearing at his spiritual shield, invading his mind.
Feng Wuhen groaned lowly, the Dao Realm was fully opened, and the Qinghong Sword bloomed with dazzling light, like the rising sun, penetrating the haze of the Netherworld and Ghost Realm.
Luo Yan's face changed slightly and he snorted coldly. The ghostly aura surged and turned into huge ghost hands, grabbing Feng Wuhen's body again and again.
However, how could Feng Wuhen's sword light be blocked so easily?
I saw sword light like a dragon, shuttling between the ghost hands. Every collision was accompanied by a roar. The ghost hands shattered one after another, turning into little ghost fires and dissipating in the air. The sword light broke through the ghost realm. The restraint came straight towards Luo Yan.
Luo Yan roared angrily, his body boiling with ghost energy. He knew the power of this sword, and if he did not avoid its edge, he would probably suffer heavy damage. But he had no way to retreat, so he could only take the blow forcefully, gather the ghost energy in his claws, and face it directly.
"Boom!"
There was a deafening loud noise, and the whole space seemed to tremble. The sword light and ghost claws burst out with dazzling light and violent energy, and one claw was chopped off It broke, and the other claw clawed hard at Feng Wuhen.
Two figures passed each other in the air. Feng Wuhen staggered, his clothes were torn, leaving a shocking claw mark on his chest, and blood slowly seeped out.
Luo Yan's short claws were filled with ghostly aura, and within a short time, most of them recovered. His eyes were full of murderous intent, and his figure flashed, and he pounced on Feng Wuhen again, intending to pursue the victory and completely finish the opponent. .
A trace of determination flashed in Feng Wuhen's eyes. He seemed to have made some kind of decision. The spiritual power in his body began to surge wildly, and the light on the Qinghong Sword became even more dazzling, almost piercing the sky.
At this moment, Li Mu sent a message in time, "Master Feng Dao, don't fight to the death with him, just avoid the edge for the time being, delay the time, and wait for Xiaobai to recover."
While transmitting thoughts, Li Mu was also busy with his movements. He was concentrating on many things. While leading the nine-star formation, four seventh-level fire element Taoist symbols emerged, activating the power of chaos.
Under the infusion of the power of chaos, the four seventh-level fire element Taoist symbols instantly burst out with unprecedented brilliance, like four small suns, turning into four fire dragons, roaring towards Luo Yan, the flames containing the violence of chaos The blazing fire element instantly evaporated the ghostly aura without a trace.
The four fire dragons are not only the incarnation of flames, but also like living creatures. They hover flexibly in the air, sometimes intertwining and sometimes attacking separately, surrounding Luo Yan and making him unable to kill Feng Wuhen. , which bought him precious breathing time.
Hearing this, Feng Wuhen's heart moved. He knew that what Li Mu said was true. Xiaobai was indeed the biggest support for restraining this beast. If the battle situation could be stabilized during its recovery, the balance of victory would be greatly tilted. So, he quickly adjusted his strategy and flexed his figure like catkins in the wind, dodging and disappearing.
"Bastard! It's you again!"
Luo Yan roared angrily, staring at Li Mu, wishing to eat his flesh and soul. He didn't expect that at the most critical moment, he would eat his flesh and soul. It was this guy who ruined his good deeds.
Feng Wuhen must have chosen to retreat because of the sound transmission from his mind. At the same time, due to the interference of the four fire dragons, he was unable to get rid of his hand for a moment. Feng Wuhen was completely eliminated and the situation returned to the beginning. when.
Luo Yan's murderous intention towards Li Mu rose to an unprecedented level. He waved his hand violently, and countless ghostly ghosts responded to his call, turning into sharp ghost blades and shooting towards the four fire dragons. go.
The ghost blade and the fire dragon collided in the air, bursting into roars, and the firelight and ghost energy intertwined to form a strange and heroic picture.
The four fire dragons are obviously not easy to deal with. Under the control of Li Mu, they flexibly avoided the attack of the ghost blade while constantly spitting out blazing flames, which was related to Luo Yan's Netherworld Realm. In the past, intense consumption began.
Seeing that the battle between the Fire Dragon and the Ghost Blade was in a stalemate, Luo Yan became more and more anxious. If Li Mu and Feng Wuhen could not be dealt with as soon as possible, when Xiaobai fully recovered, he would face a greater threat, and the situation would be detrimental to him. He was extremely disadvantaged.
Therefore, Luo Yan took a deep breath and decided to turn his target to Li Mu, first killing this Xutan monk who had repeatedly ruined his good deeds.
"The origin of the ghost path, the devourer of all souls!" Luo Yan roared angrily, his voice was low and cold, every word seemed to come from under the Nine Netherworld, with an endless aura of death, his hands The seals were formed at an extremely fast speed, as if they were weaving some ancient and evil spell.
As the sealing method was completed, the ghostly realm where Luo Yan condensed suddenly became darker and darker, and a more intense and depressing aura filled the air than before.
The next moment, Luo Yan's Netherworld realm writhed violently, gradually forming a huge black vortex. In the center of the vortex, there seemed to be an invisible passage slowly opening, which led to the depths of the Netherworld. The gateway to the wail of all souls.
"Ten thousand souls are buried for you! You die!" Luo Yan shouted, and the black vortex suddenly erupted, and countless ghostly ghosts turned into substantial black chains, twisting towards Li Mu like poisonous snakes The location was swept away.
These black chains do not contain any physical attack power. They directly cross the constraints of the nine-star formation. The distance between the spaces carries the unique soul erosion of the Netherworld Ghost Dao and rushes directly towards Li Mu. Once touched, even if the Dao Monk Jun also had difficulty resisting the attack from the soul body.
"Elder Li, be careful!"
Feng Wuhen's expression changed drastically. At this moment, it was too late for him to rescue.
However, at this critical moment, Li Mu's lips curved into a faint smile, as if he had anticipated all this. (End of this chapter)